Nobody's

by Rhea Wilde

  “Look down on the city, Angel. Look down on all the poor unfortunate people who will never have what you have. This is our little part of the heavens. I promised you a pleasure you have never experienced before. This is only a piece of it.”

  He shoved his full length inside of me and I gasped. My own slickness made it easy for him to make his way into me. It forced my eyes closed but again Thomas grabbed my chin.

  “Open your eyes… Focus not just on what you feel. Look down on what you see and what you used to be… You no longer have to deal with the cold of the night… Embrace the warmth you’ve desired for so long…”

  As Thomas shoved himself in and out of me, I braced myself on the table. I looked down at the contract in front of me and at my signature. It was another reminder that we were close.

  The pleasure started to rack my body. Thomas’s size was huge and the way he pushed himself into me forced me to open up even more. He grabbed my waist and started pounding himself into me. The sound of his hilt thudding against my ass grew louder and louder. I gasped with every time as Thomas continued to remind me to look out onto the city.

  I could finally see it. I saw the part of the slums where my apartment was. I saw all of the people who stared at me and gave me their dirty looks. I saw the dirty streets that I had to walk up and down to try and find a way to make it. And I realized that it was over.

  All I had to do was get through this. I only had to make it through the pleasure that he was putting me through right now. I started to grin. I had finally had what I wanted. I looked at his reflection in the glass and Thomas began to smile as well. He had gotten through to me.

  Just when I thought he had given me more than I could handle, he slapped me across the ass firmly with his palm. Smack. The loud sound of my flesh echoed through the penthouse. The stinging sensation reverberated from my ass through my body, forcing me to inhale sharply.

  Smack. Another serving of his hand against my ass forced another gasp from my lungs. Thomas held me tightly. He showed no signs of slowing down as he ravaged in and out of me. He swung again. Smack. My flesh shook from his touch and I struggled to keep my eyes open. My only motivation was the city that I was now looking down upon and the life that I once knew.

  “Yes, Angel… Just like that… Embrace this…”

  He slapped me over and over, alternating from one ass cheek to the next. I started to sweat from the way he worked me over. Underneath my palms, the wetness made it hard for me to keep my balance. I tightened myself around him to try and force it out of him.

  Thomas placed both of his hands back upon my waist and gripped me tight. He drove himself into me with a hard and forceful motion. I let out a long, uneven scream to express the pleasure that was racking my body. He had control of my entire body. I felt like I was in the palm of his hand, being impaled by his hard and rigid flesh.

  He suddenly pulled out of me. I looked down at the table and watched as the glass of wine disappeared behind me. Thomas grunted behind me as I stayed on the table, bent over and trying to catch my breath. After a few seconds, he placed a hand upon my shoulder and pulled me up. I slowly turned around and saw Thomas standing there with the glass of wine in his hand.

  He placed the glass into my hand and a smirk fell upon his face.

  “Drink it.”

  I looked closer at the glass and saw what he had done. The red wine was at the bottom of the glass and swirling within it was his semen. A few drops splashed against the side of the glass and slowly trickled down into the wine.

  I stared at him and raised one of my eyebrows. Swallowing a man wasn’t a problem for me. Having to chase it with red wine made it even easier. I locked my eyes upon his as I put the glass up to my lips and gulped it. It was more than palatable and it made its way down my throat with little resistance.

  I smacked my lips in satisfaction and placed the glass back on the table.

  “Now what would you like, Mr. Livingston?”

  My dress fell back down the rest of my body even though my panties had been kicked to the side. Thomas bent over to pull his clothes back on. I stood there and waited to see what he wanted next from me but he simply made his way to the couch without saying another word. I took a seat next to him and together we watched the flames dance in the fireplace. In the foreground, the stacks of cash stared back at me and painted the perfect picture.

  I leaned next to Thomas before gently resting my head upon his chest. He didn’t protest. Listening to his heartbeat, I slowly felt the evening beginning to slip away from me.

  Thomas made this easy. It was everything I could hope for. In the back of my mind, I feared that this was all too perfect. But my better judgment got the best of me and I slowly drifted off in the arms of the billionaire who now owned me for the time being.

  Chapter 11

  I woke up in bed late the next morning. I sat up from the bed and looked around. Thomas was nowhere to be found. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on his couch. I could only assume that he had carried me to bed after I passed out.

  Not sure of what to do next, I got out of bed and noticed that my dress had been taken off of me. I was naked as I made my way to the bathroom to wake myself up.

  I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what Thomas had planned for me. Yesterday, he had instructed me to get a dress for his party. Now, once again, I had the entire penthouse suite to myself.

  I through on some old clothes I had laying around from the previous day and made my way back into the living room. There was already something on the table. There was food, enough breakfast to feed an entire family. But it was more than that. There was a note.

  “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll see you tonight.”

  I could only assume that Thomas was busy with living the life of a billionaire businessman. I took a seat and ate the breakfast that was prepared for me, thinking about what I was supposed to do until I saw him again. I looked out into the city. The view was starting to become more and more familiar to me. I had been in Thomas’s penthouse suite more than I expected to be and now he was letting me make the place like it was my own.

  As the carbohydrates and proteins slowly made their way into my stomach, I turned and noticed the money sitting upon the table next to the fireplace. Stacks of cash that people would kill for just harmlessly resting there for anybody to stare at. Thomas had given me a briefcase to store the initial payment in. It was tucked away in the small closet that Thomas had allowed me to use in his bedroom. Now that I was going to be making myself comfortable here, I figured it was time to make it even more official. I didn’t have time for that apartment in the slums that seemed so distant now. When I had to go back, it would be easier, even for just a moment.

  After breakfast, I sat in front of the table and opened the briefcase up. I started to pile the money into it with the previous payment. One stack was already too much. Another just seemed excessive. A single wad would last me for so long.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I jerked my head up then hurriedly rushed to put the rest of the money away. The knocking didn’t relent.

  “Just a second,” I muttered to myself.

  I put all of the money away and ran back into the bedroom to tuck it behind the closet. After taking a second to catch my breath, I slowly answered the door.

  “Well, if it isn’t the lovely Angel. Did you get a late start on your morning?”

  Alina was standing there, already dressed in an outfit that made it seem like she had a lot to do today. She wore a tight black skirt that was cut just below her knees and a white short-sleeved blouse that exposed her toned arms. A pair of aviators dangled on the edge of her nose, just low enough for me to see the blue eyes I remembered from last night.

  “H-hi, Alina,” I stuttered, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment of my current, thrown together outfit.

  As I stood at the door in nothing but a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Alina seemed to be doing her best to spread th
e cheer she was feeling.

  “How can I help you?” I asked her.

  “Help me? Now, I know you’re Thomas’s assistant, so it wouldn’t be fair to have you do anything for me if he didn’t ask it of you. I’m just here to stop by for a friendly visit because I knew you were staying the night.”

  “Oh…”

  I did my best to bite my tongue. I remembered the contract I signed, knowing that I couldn’t tell anybody about my relationship with Thomas. Even though it was completely obvious to Alina, she still did her best to play along and not be too blatant about it.

  “I’m sure Thomas has you doing a lot of things,” she said to me. “But I was wondering if I could borrow you for just a moment.”

  “Borrow me? For what?”

  “To hang out. We can be friends. Go shopping. You know, while the boys are busy with their business.”

  “Oh… I guess that wouldn’t hurt.”

  “No, it wouldn’t. There’s this lovely little shop down the street that I go to all the time. I’m about due to stop by and I would love to drag you along. You can critique some of my outfits. Hey, maybe you can even buy something for yourself.”

  “Um… sure. It sounds like fun.”

  “Great. Now you get ready and I’ll be waiting for you down in the lobby. I’m familiar with your driver. What’s his name? Billy? Bobby?”

  “William.”

  “William! He won’t have to work too hard today but he will have to work. I’ll see you down there.”

  Alina’s less-than-infectious enthusiasm didn’t rub off on me. But with nothing else to do and nothing else planned, I couldn’t refuse her offer of spending some of the day with her. When I looked at the clothes I had brought with me from my apartment, filling out my new closet space suddenly seemed like a better idea. Having access to Thomas's credit card didn't hurt.

  I managed to find something that wasn’t too distasteful, since they were mostly things I wore when I was walking up and down the streets, before my meeting with Alina. I managed to pick out a pair of blue jeans and a lacy black top that wasn’t too see-through. When I got down into the lobby of the hotel, Alina was there to greet me along with William, our chauffeur for the day.

  “You look lovely, Angel,” she said to me. “You look like the kind of assistant than can get a lot of work done. I’m sure Thomas will miss you but I’m only borrowing you for a second.”

  “I’m sure Mr. Livingston will be fine without me.”

  “Look at you. Calling him Mr. Livingston even when he’s not here. He’s not much on formalities. Believe me, Thomas isn’t the kind of guy who let money go to his head.”

  We made our way into the limo and William drove us down the block to the shop that Alina was raving about. When I walked in, several saleswomen immediately rushed up to her and started to pamper her like she was royalty.

  “Thank you, ladies,” she said to all of them. “But today, I brought a friend with me. She’s a very special friend. Say hello to Angel.”

  Three of the women nodded politely to me as they all took turns shaking my hand. I looked around the store and even without the price tags, I knew that everything here was reserved for the exclusively elite.

  “Now, let’s get you out of those jeans and into something special,” Alina said to me. “I’m sure Thomas has a relaxed dress code for his personal assistant but who says you can’t do a little more? Besides, you’re not just any assistant, you’re Thomas Livingston’s assistant.”

  Alina winked at me and disappeared into the back of the boutique. I looked around, trying to decide what would look best on me but there was too much to choose from. I never thought that I would be overwhelmed by so many different outfits, each one of them more beautiful than the next. I had already experienced when I had to buy a dress for Thomas’s party just yesterday. Now I had gone from looking through racks at a thrift shop to a high-end shop in the ritzy part of the city.

  The saleswomen wasted no time in their flattery. They pulled outfit after outfit, accessorizing it completely and putting it up against my body so that I could stare at myself in the mirror. Each outfit was nothing short of spectacular. I figured there was more than enough room in his closet, so I decided that everything was coming home with me. I wasn’t just looking for a new outfit today. I was looking for a new wardrobe.

  I nodded and approved everything they threw at me. Even though they were handling most of the work, I felt exhausted and had to take a break from being bombarded by the outfits. I made my way to the back of the store, where Alina was standing in front of a set of mirrors in nothing but her underwear.

  “Come here, Angel,” she said to me before I could step away. “I want your opinion on this.”

  One of the saleswomen held a red dress up to her body and I looked at it.

  “Do you like this one or this one?”

  Another saleswoman held a similarly looking black dress up to her. Not sure of what the right answer was, I half-shrugged my shoulders and picked one of them at random.

  “I like the black one,” I said. “But the red one is nice, too.”

  “Hmm, I think you’re on to something, Angel. You’ve got the right idea. I’ll probably end up going with both. Why don’t you have a seat? I could use your opinion on more of this stuff.”

  Since most of my shopping was already done, I figured there was nothing left to do except watch Alina decide what she wanted to buy.

  I didn’t mind Alina’s company. She had come out of nowhere and her attitude and enthusiasm was something I couldn’t match. I didn’t have any friends or family in the city. I was by myself. It wouldn’t hurt if I just sat here and made nice with the woman that apparently knew Thomas so well.

  “So, how long have you been working for Thomas? Excuse me, Mr. Livingston.”

  “Just a few days now.”

  “And how are you liking it?”

  “It’s… fine. He’s an easy man to work for.”

  “Hmm, I’ll bet. Thomas has a lot on his plate, there’s no question about that. But when you’re in his position, he could easily just throw it all away without a care in the world. Having someone like you in his life will definitely make things easier.”

  “How about you? How long have you known… Mr. Livingston?”

  “Let me see… I suppose I met him around the same time I met Anthony. So that would be three years now.”

  Alina climbed into the next outfit and I nodded my head with approval without even considering what she was wearing. I thought about asking Alina more about Thomas but I hesitated. I didn’t want to cross the line and let her think that things were much more personal than they obviously seemed to be.

  “You know, Thomas has never had an assistant before,” she said to me. “It’s curious.”

  “I-I don’t know much about Thomas’s past,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He just told me there was an opening and that he needed someone to fill it.”

  “Yes. And he filled the opening with a very beautiful woman.”

  She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a devilish little smirk. I politely smiled back at her as I watched more of the saleswomen prepare new outfits for her to try on.

  By the time we had finished, I thought I had purchased more than enough new clothes but Alina still managed to outdo me. William made several trips in and out of the shop to pack away all of the things that we bought into the limo. When I stepped into the limo, we were surrounded by boxes and bags filled to the brim with overpriced outfits.

  “Well, it’s certainly nice to have someone to talk to again,” Alina said to me.

  “Again? What do you mean?”

  “Oh, well… Thomas and Anthony are good friends. As a result, I usually end up spending most of my time with Thomas’s female friends, or assistants in this case. It’s only been a few weeks but it’s good to see that Thomas is finally moving on.”

  “Moving on?”

  “Oh, I’ve said too much,” she sighed. “I don�
��t think Thomas would appreciate me spilling details about his past relationships behind his back… I mean, since you’re his assistant, you only need to know about his business matters and not anything personal.”

  Alina became a bit flustered and I wondered more about what she was suddenly trying to avoid.

  “You’re a lovely woman,” she said suddenly.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, I really mean it, Angel. There’s something about you that I just can’t put my finger upon.”

  “It’s probably nothing.”

  “You have this nature about you. Your demeanor is so relaxed. Usually, Thomas spends his time with stuck-up women. I think Thomas made a good choice in hiring you. You seem like the type that doesn't mind being a little devoted.”

  “Thomas hired me to do a job and I have every intention of doing it to the best of my ability.”

  “I don’t doubt that, Angel.”

  She looked into my eyes and there was something I could see. She was hiding something. But I didn’t know what it was. Behind her smile, there was something she wasn’t saying to me. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do or say. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

  “You know, I’ve had a lovely time with you, Angel. What do you say we have lunch together? Maybe you could spill some of the juicy secrets you’ve learned so far about being Thomas’s assistant.”

  “I… I don’t think there’s much to tell.”

  “Or maybe I can tell you more about your Mr. Livingston. What do you say?”

  With nothing else planned and the rest of the day still ahead of me, I didn’t really have much of a choice.

  “Okay,” I said. “Do you know any places in the city where we can have lunch?”

  “I know just the place, Angel. You’re going to fit right in.”

  She winked at me and instructed William where to go. The limo sped off into the city and I continued my adventure with Alina, learning more about what life was like on this block. I was going to have to get used to living here. Spending time with Alina was a good first step in making the adjustment to the place I now had to call home for the time being.