“You’ll get there eventually, walk away from this and find some poor bastard to put through all the pain and sacrifice it’ll take for you to reach your dream. And then you’ll give yourself to him, with all the expectations you have for that pressing on his shoulders. And he’ll falter. We all do at some point. And you’ll doubt once again. You told me once that the real thing is worth the price you have to pay.” He shakes his head, “Today, there’s no more perfect moment than now. This is real. But if you don’t want this, want me enough to live in the real world and pay the price, then you should go. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
His rant rivals my earlier one, both of us pouring out so much and exposing ourselves more than ever before. But his final words give me even more pause. “You’d still let me be your secretary, even after all this?” I say, shocked.
He growls at me. “Of course. Though we’ll have to stay strictly platonic. My helping you isn’t contingent on your giving me your body. I made that clear from the beginning. I’m not a monster, Arianna. But I think we both know you’re at a crossroads, not just in deciding whether you want to fuck me, but if you have the balls for this job, this life at all. You’re inexperienced in more ways than one, but I can teach you things about business and pleasure you’ve never even dreamed about. But only if you say yes and mean it.”
His eyes float down my nearly-nude body, not pressuring me but simply admiring. I get the feeling he’s memorizing me for after I leave, already certain of my answer.
I think of all the things he has already taught me—yes, some sexual, but more so how he has taken me under his wing at the office, explaining why he chooses things, helping me see the bigger picture of his decisions and plans for Morgan. And I know he’s right.
He’s shown me nothing but respect, challenged me to be better, and accepted my every truth with understanding, even when I flung them at him with every intention of having them slice him painfully.
I collapse to the couch, the weight of the realization heavy on my heart. “You’re right, so fucking right. I have been holding on to the dream of a little girl, not one born of innocence and sweet dreams but one created in fear and humiliation. My doubts now are mostly about being scared you’re going to hurt me like the boys in school did. But you’re not them. And I’m not that girl anymore either. I want a life big enough that it scares me, challenges me, pushes me like you do. I need someone strong enough to call me on my shit when I break down but who will let me hold them when they break down too. Give and take, Liam.”
His eyes bore into mine, and I say the words I thought I was going to say when I first got here. It’s been a more twisted road than I thought it’d be, but I think we’re better off for the messiness. “Yes. I want to give you my body, if you’ll take it.”
Liam
Her words make my heart pound, and I’m hanging on to my control by a thread. “Are you sure, Arianna? I want you to be absolutely certain. It is a big deal for us both, but I get that it’s something different for you. No doubts, no second thoughts.” My eyes search hers, not willing to proceed unless she’s clear-headed and positive this is what she wants. I don’t think I could stand it if she regretted this later.
But she looks at me proudly, no question clouding her eyes. “I’m sure. I want you. Us. This.”
I cross the room to her in three strides, pulling her from the couch to gather her into my arms. Inside me, a war rages. There’s a beast that wants to pound her, fuck her ruthlessly until she is covered in my scent and cum. But there’s a softer side too, one that wants to lay her down and worship her tenderly, show her what it means to be claimed by me.
But good thing for me, both sides agree that I need her now. Covering her mouth in a kiss, we make commitments neither of us foresaw with our tongues. We’ve been teasing and building to something heated, but along the way, we’ve developed something greater than the sum of the little touches.
As her hands tighten in my belt loops, pulling me to her, I realize that she is just as blindsided as I am by how deep things have gotten and how quickly this has all happened. But she’s with me one hundred percent now, and I’m damn sure with her.
She pulls back, her eyes dropping, and for a moment, I think she’s having a flash of shyness. But then she peeks through her lashes at me. “Can I suck you again?”
“Is that what you want? Or what you think I want?” I ask, the answer important.
She smirks, the beautiful feistiness blooming in her eyes. “What I want.”
I run my thumb along her bottom lip, weighing the truth of her words, and I find that she’s being honest. “On your knees, doll,” I command, reaching for the button that holds my slacks closed. As she lowers in front of me, I see my leather belt where it dropped to the table and lean down to grab it.
She watches me with interest. I drape it around the back of her neck, not looped, but merely resting against her skin as I hold the ends out wide.
She reaches out, taking over as she slides my zipper down and tugs my boxers down my thighs, her eyes widening as my cock emerges, the veins along my shaft already pulsing with each beat of my heart. She licks her lips in anticipation and I grow impossibly harder.
“Open up. I won’t go too hard . . . yet.”
Using the barest pressure on the belt, I urge her forward, and she responds, leaning in to meet the head of my cock with a butterfly kiss that sends a shiver down my spine before her lips melt around my cock, drawing me in slowly. It’s amazing, her tongue finding all the right places as she teases and explores my cock, inhaling it deeply.
“That’s it, doll . . . fuck, your mouth feels good,” I compliment her, groaning as she hums around my shaft in reply. “I’m going to go deeper. Hold still.”
Using the belt’s pressure to keep her in place, I feed her my cock, sliding all the way to the back of her throat before pulling back and starting to fuck her gorgeous face, thrusting in and out slowly. Arianna reaches up, fondling my balls as I moan, watching her eyes close in pleasure as her tongue starts to dance on my shaft.
She obeys, her whimpers of pleasure adding to what I’m feeling through my cock as I pump in and out of her eager mouth, faster and faster. She lets go of my balls and reaches around, grabbing my ass and swallowing all I’ve got deep in her throat, making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy. Between her hands pulling me and me using the belt to pull her, I’m as deep inside her throat as I think I can be. It’s exquisite, and then she swallows, the muscles working my tip. “Fuck, Ari . . . that’s perfect.”
She pulls off, smacking her lips as she does. “Think you can come twice for me? Once in my mouth and once in my pussy?”
Oh, my God, she is an angel. A fucking naughty one too. “Fuck, yes. I’ve got plenty of cum for you. Reach down and rub that sweet pussy for me. Get it ready for what’s next.”
Arianna grins, and between her legs, I can see her slide her bottoms to the side to slide two fingers inside before she gobbles my cock and fingerfucks herself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and this won’t last much longer at this pace.
I feel my balls tighten, and my cock swells in Arianna’s mouth. She pulls back, sucking just on my tip as she pumps my shaft with her soft hand, and I explode, growling as I ride the tidal waves washing through me. She moans, her thighs shaking, and I realize she’s coming too, her fingers filling her pussy as I fill her mouth with my cum.
When I’m done, she smiles and swallows, licking her lips before smacking them gratefully. “Mmm,” she moans, pleased with herself for both of our orgasms.
The belt falls from my hands as I reach down, pulling Arianna to her feet and kissing her deeply, tasting the last traces of myself on her tongue as we caress and touch each other. She hisses when my palms run over her pink ass, whimpering in pain. “Ouch.”
“I’ll make it feel better,” I promise her, reaching lower and picking her up. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively. “Here or the bedroom?”
Arianna looks around, then lifts a brow. “Why not both? Here first . . .”
We sink to the floor, side by side as she works my clothes off. After I kick them away, I reach down, running a soft touch along the lace of her bra cup as she lets out a tiny gasp. I stop, looking up into her eyes. “If you say no, we stop here. I won’t undo this.”
Instead of replying, she reaches behind her, undoing the clasp herself. She pulls the lacy bra down her arms, her breasts popping free. I dip down to kiss and suck one pink nipple into my mouth. “So pretty, doll.” My words are already gruff, need thickening my voice. She wiggles and then shimmies her panties off too, lying beneath me gloriously nude.
I prop myself up and then swallow, looking at her flawless body . . . from her cute little pink toes to the curve of her calves and the swell of her thighs before her hips flare out, leading up to the rest of her, soft tummy and proud overflowing handfuls of breast. But most of all is her face, big eyes that have teased me, taunted me, and shown me the depths of her soul. Eyes that I could look into forever.
“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” I reply, leaning down and kissing her deeply.
“You too, Liam. Everything I wanted.” I can hear that she’s not talking about my physique, but more about my soul. It’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.
It doesn’t take long for my cock, which never sagged below half-hard, to be fully ready to go again, and I spread her legs, getting ready. “How slow do you want it?”
“Slow,” she admits. “Ease me into it.”
I nod and run the head of my cock between her lips. She’s so wet, and both of us groan as I begin stroking my cock back and forth, covering my entire length in her slick wetness but not penetrating her. Instead, each stroke rubs over her clit, and she gasps, arching her neck to my lips as I suck and nibble the sweet skin.
Something takes over me, and I suck on her neck harder, knowing I’m leaving a mark but glad about it as my hips pump my cock over her pussy. She’s so warm, and when she lifts her hips and I slip inside, it takes me a couple of inches before I freeze, looking into her eyes. “Doll . . . you’re eager.”
“You were about to make me come again,” she admits, gasping as I pull back and thrust slowly, filling her a little more. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
I draw it out, each stroke of my cock going just a little deeper than before, filling her bit by bit and making her squirm, her hunger for me making her desperate for me to speed up. “Please,” she begs.
I growl. “Told you I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
Before she can reply, I thrust harder, filling her pussy all the way until my hips grind against hers, and she cries out, her fingers digging into my arms. “Fuck! Ahh!”
I hold still for a second, letting her adjust to the new sensation, and I take the opportunity to appreciate how good it feels to be inside her, merged with her body as one. “You ready, Arianna?” She whimpers in need, nodding.
I can’t deny her desire or my need any longer, and I thrust deep, swirling my cock around inside her before pulling back. Slowly, we pick up the pace and I fuck her faster and harder. Arianna cries out with each thrust, encouraging me with gasped words begging for more . . . for me to ruin her . . . for me to come inside her. I give her everything she asks for, pounding her tight, sweet pussy until my hips ache and my balls swell.
I groan, my cock swelling, and kiss her deeply. She gasps, her breath hot on my face as she mumbles, “Liam. Oh, God. So good.”
Arianna shudders, wrapping her legs around me as her brain hazes out, and I thrust as deep as I can one more time. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out, Arianna echoing me a moment later, screaming my name as she comes, her heels drumming on my spine as she tries to pull me deeper and deeper into her.
Together, we fall into space, the black void consuming us, but it feels like an amazing adrenaline rush because she’s right there with me through the whole trip. It feels like I come for hours, and when it’s over, I’ve filled her so much I can feel a trickle of cum dripping out of her. I pull out slowly, and her pussy clenches around me before letting go, squeezing every last drop out of me.
I collapse on the floor next to her, gathering Arianna in my arms to stroke her back and kiss her forehead tenderly. Her body relaxes into mine but she’s racked with an occasional tremor for a few moments before she takes a deep breath and turns her eyes to me, smiling. “That was amazing.”
“Was it everything you thought it would be?” I ask, stroking her cheek. She’s even lovelier in this light, and I’m shaken a little. After all the vulnerabilities we shared before, I didn’t think this would seem so heavy, but it does. Beautifully, magically special . . . not just because it’s her first time, but because it’s our first time together.
“And more,” she says, crawling up to kiss me softly. “And I’m looking forward to the rest of the weekend.” She freezes, a deer in the headlights look overtaking her face, and I can see the questions lingering in her eyes.
“Tell me what just went through your mind, doll. Share it with me so I can carry it.”
“I’m afraid the other shoe is about to drop, that you’re going to hop up and say ‘ha-ha . . . you’re such a sucker’ and this will all be some awful joke. Tell me this doesn’t end here.”
If only it were that easy, just a few simple words and she’d be at ease. But no, I suspect that my doll will always need some reassurances, or at least for a while, but I will happily give that to her. “Arianna, of course not,” I swear, touching my forehead to hers. “I’m not running, nor am I sending you away. Honestly, I’m trying to be as much of a gentleman as I can be and not shove my way back inside you right now. I’m sure you’re sore, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
She grins. “Fuck being sore. I like that plan.”
I chuckle a bit, pulling her closer and kissing along her skin, marking every inch of her with my lips. As I switch from my worship on one breast to the other, I mumble against her, “By the way, we have a date next Saturday.”
She grins and sasses, “Oh, we do? What if I’m busy?”
That spark right there is what I want from her. What I want for her. To let her demons wither away in the dark recesses of her mind, laid to rest from the sheer power she now commands. But it’s still a process, a give and take, and I’m not done teasing her just yet. “You’ll have to cancel your plans,” I say arrogantly. “Because you’ll be with me at the cover reveal party.”
Arianna sits up, surprise on her face. “Huh?”
I laugh softly, sitting up to tell her about the magazine allowing her to appear in the duo shots and the costume party on Helen’s yacht. “So am I going as your secretary then?”
I shake my head. “No. Arianna, I want you to go as my date.” It’s a statement, but there’s more question there than I’d like to admit. I am a fucking machine in the boardroom, hell, in the bedroom too. But this woman could reduce me to dust with a single word. That’s the power she has over me.
“What are people going to say though? The people at the office are going to talk, Liam. You know that. I’m just some random girl.” I can see the echoes of the cruel names running through her mind, morphing from her childhood to an oddly similar experience at work, but I would never let anything like that happen.
And I realize that while she has power over me, I have it over her as well. Not just her body, but her heart, and I can give her this. “What people say has no bearing on what we are. You are not some random girl. You are my girl.”
Her face lights up and then is overtaken with a sweet smile. “Holy shit, I never saw this happening, especially like this with all the emotional baggage dumping beforehand. But I’m glad it did.”
She eyes me, and I agree with her. “Me too. Although maybe we stick to more fucking and less dumping for the next round?”
“Deal!” she exclaims, rolling over on top of me. For a rough start, I think the weekend is going to be better than either of
us ever dreamed.
Arianna
Dear Diary,
I finally did it. Not just once either. Oh, no, I spent the whole weekend fucking Liam Blackstone.
God, that sounds crazy to even say, but it’s true.
It was everything I thought it would be and more. This past weekend, I wept tears of overload and joy, I clawed marks in his back, I was fucked to sleep and then woken up to a tongue lapping at my pussy. But I wasn’t just receiving. I was just as voracious, wanting to experience everything at once and learn whatever lessons he was willing to share.
But as major as that was, and believe me, it was the big deal I’d always made it out be, the best part was what happened before and after. The talking, the connection, the realness. The sex was amazing all because Liam showed me something. He showed me that he isn’t perfect . . . but at the same time, my idea of holding out for someone who is was just wasting the precious days that I have available to me. A seemingly good way to cope and protect myself when I was younger, but ultimately, an unnecessary front to hide behind that was preventing me from having an honest relationship with someone.
No, Liam isn’t perfect, and neither am I, but when we’re together, we create perfect moments. We created a perfect weekend filled with laughter, orgasms, and deep conversations, and that’s all that really matters.
He’s the real thing, and it was definitely worth the price.
I squirm in my seat, pulling my hair over my shoulder as I try to focus on completing my assignment, the speech Liam’s supposed to make at the magazine party tomorrow night. I’ve already edited the rough draft once, and I know it’s solid, but trusting me with this is a big leap of faith for Jacob and I want to make sure I give it my all. It’s just hard to focus when my ass is still warm from the spanking Liam gave me this morning.
“You okay?” Jacob asks as my chair squeaks for about the tenth time this hour.
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