by Nicola Jane
Somehow, I feel like I have the raw end of the deal, “Okay well then you’ll have to take me on dates.”
“I don’t think so, I’m not grafting for a relationship that’s fake,” he says.
“If you want me to marry you then it’s exactly what’s going to happen, two date nights to where ever I want to go, any nights that you require me to attend such as charity functions are extra.”
“What?” he almost shouts, “No way, my wife will stay at home waiting for me to return,” he jokes. I get a thrill when he laughs with me like this, it means he isn’t mad anymore.
The moment we get back to London on Sunday evening we are met by three photographers. “How did they know,” I groan unclipping my seat belt.
“I tipped them off,” says Vass, “Mini break is a big thing for a commitment phobe, the press will eat it up. Now lean over and kiss me,” he orders.
I sigh and lean towards him, pecking him on the lips and then getting out of the car. Vass rounds to my side and takes my hand. We smile for the photos as they shove the cameras in our face and I wonder if they ever learnt about personal space when they went to reporter school. “Did you have a good break Vass?” asks one.
“We certainly did although we didn’t get to see much outside of the cottage.” He winks for added affect and the reporter laughs at his boyish joke.
“Alivia what’s it feel like to be the first female to get Vass Fletcher on a mini break?” asks another.
“Oh, I feel very lucky,” I smile bashfully, “Vass is a great man and I love spending time with him.” Vass kisses me on the top of my head.
“Is it love Vass?” he asks. Vass smirks and when I look up he covers my mouth with his and gives me a heart stopping kiss. The flashes bring me back down to earth and then Vass leads me inside.
“Clarisse and Alex will be hours yet, shall we watch a film?” asks Vass. Clarisse wanted to go to The Luxe and seeing as they’ve done nothing but follow each other all weekend they decided to go together.
“Actually, I’m just going to hit the sack, I’m exhausted,” I say with a yawn.
“I’ll lay with you, I can watch something on your television,” he says heading upstairs. I follow after him. All weekend we’ve shared a bed, nothing happened of course but there were only two double beds and so there wasn’t much choice.
I shower whilst Vass finds a film to watch. I slip into a silk short and vest set. It’s sexy and I know it’s risky with Vass waiting to watch a film in my bed but I feel like pushing his buttons a bit. When I get back in to my room Vass gives me a sideways glance before gluing his eyes back to the television. I smirk to myself as I take a seat on the end of the bed and pick up my hair dryer. Vass crawls to the end where I am sat and takes the hairdryer from me, “I’ll do it.” I close my eyes as he carefully dry’s my hair. It feels relaxing.
By the time I crawl in to bed all thoughts of teasing Vass have gone from my mind. I turn my back to him and snuggle down into my duvet whilst he watches some action movie. I must fall to sleep because I don’t remember him finishing the film or that he fell to sleep in my bed with his body pressed against mine. When I try to shuffle away he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him harder. I feel his reaction rub against my ass and I freeze, scared that if I move I’ll wake him and he’ll think I’ve been doing something to him. I move my ass forward slightly but he follows, burying his erection against me and letting out a soft moan. I press my lips together, thinking of a way to get out of this without him thinking I’ve taken advantage. Vass’s hand moves along the silk of my vest until it brushes against my nipple. I suck in a breath, trying to keep it steady. He takes my erect nipple in his fingers and gently squeezes it sending shockwaves straight to my pussy. “If you knew how bad I want you then you wouldn’t have dressed like this tonight,” he whispers, his voice low and full of sleep.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
He presses his erection against my ass again and feels my breast with his hand. “You might be very sorry by the morning,” he says quietly, nipping at my neck. I move it to the side giving him easier access and he takes it, gently biting and sucking at the skin whilst his hand moves under my vest. “I promised myself I’d resist you,” he mutters.
“And how’s that working out for you?” I whisper.
His hand slides down my front until he reaches the waist band to my shorts, “I was never great at keeping promises,” he replies, slipping his hand inside my shorts. He brushes a finger against my clit and I shiver at the electricity that shoots there. He moves it further along my opening and groans into my ear when he feels my wetness. He pulls out his finger and sucks it in to his mouth, something that would have disgusted me if Daniel had of done it but there is something sexy and erotic about Vass doing it. “You said you’d never orgasmed with a man before,” he says, licking his lower lip. I follow the movement with my eyes, my head twisted to look back to him.
“I haven’t,” I say.
Vass gets up on to his knees and throws the blankets from the bed. He reaches for my shorts and pulls them down. He lays between my legs on his front. I feel conscious with him slow close to my parts like that, he takes his time just staring at it and I resist the urge to cover myself up. He presses a thumb against my clitoris and I cry out, it’s throbbing with need and he replaces his thumb with his tongue, gently licking the length of my opening. He places his hands around my thighs so that I’m held in place and then he presses his mouth to my pussy, licking and sucking until I feel a build up somewhere between pleasure and agony. I’m rolling around trying to escape but at the same time get closer. I grip his hair in my hands as I scream with pleasure, an orgasm slowly rippling through my body. When the feeling ebbs away I fall back into the mattress, panting. There are tears leaking out the corner of my eyes and my legs have turned to jelly. Vass crawls up my bed and settles down to the side of me. He closes his eyes and within a few minutes he snores softly. The tent in his shorts is semi hard but I don’t feel like I can move to repay the favour. My eyes grow heavy and I let sleep take me again.
When my alarm clock rings the next morning Vass is already gone. I take a second to remember if it was a dream or not before getting out of bed and jumping in the shower. I’m slightly excited about getting to work this morning and seeing Vass.
I pop my head in to his office when I arrive but he isn’t there and so I make a start on my work. It’s almost lunch before Vass appears. He looks dishevelled and tired. He avoids eye contact with me whilst he sorts through the mail in my office. “Good morning,” I say and he glances up.
“Morning,” he mutters.
“Everything okay?” I ask and he nods pulling out a couple of letters and then going in to his office. I stare after the door as it closes, I’m not sure what I expected but it wasn’t to be ignored. Clarisse comes in and sits at Bianca’s old desk.
“How’s Vass seem today?” she asks.
“Tired, pissed off with the world, same as usual,” I mutter.
“He was really hard on his sub downstairs just now, it’s not like him.”
As the words hit my brain my heart squeezes. It’s not like I expected him to confess his undying love today and I know what he does in those rooms downstairs, I’m not stupid, but I wasn’t expecting it especially after his speech about putting our act out there.
“Really, in what way?” I ask, tapping away on my computer like I’m not paying any attention.
“She’s new, usually he’s softer the first few times but he was stern, tough and in full Dom mode. I haven’t seen him like that. Has he spoken to you about anything?” she asks.
I shake my head, “No, he wouldn’t talk to me about that sort of stuff. Go and ask him, he’ll tell you.”
“No, I tried to downstairs and he shut me down, I don’t like him in Dom mode its fucked up.”
“Really? I asked him to show me that side of his world and he refused,” I say. Clarisse looks surprised.
“H
e refused? Weird,” she says, a thoughtful look on her face.
“Yeah, I was thinking of asking you or Alex to show me around one night so I can get a feel for it.”
“We’d have to run it by Vass Liv, if he doesn’t want to involve you in that then there’s a good reason for it.”
Vass comes back in to the office, when he sees Clarisse he frowns, “Haven’t you both got work to do?” he snaps.
Clarisse raises her eyebrows, “Yes, I was just checking in on Liv.”
“Well now you’ve done that you can get back to work.”
She stands, glaring at Vass. “What’s gotten in to you?”
“Not now Riss, just go and get some work done. You,” he says looking on my direction, “Can fetch me a coffee.” Myself and Riss exchange surprised looks. Vass has never asked me to get him a coffee, in fact he’s never told us to get back to work. I stand and curtsy with a sarcastic smile, “Of course Sir, any preference sir?”
He scowls at me, a fire lighting in his eyes, “Say it again,” he growls. Clarisse shakes her head at me and mouths the words ‘don’t’ before making a dash for the door and leaving. “Say. It.” He grits out punctuating each word clearly. I move towards him, how dare he talk to me like I’m his damn submissive.
“Any preferences Sir?” I spit out angrily.
“My preferences involve you being on your damn knees,” he growls and I suck in a breath. Suddenly this battle of the wills has taken a different turn and all the feelings from last night rush back causing butterflies to flutter happily in my stomach.
“Of course Sir,” I say quietly and I lower to my knees.
“Fuck, Alivia don’t,” he growls, his eyes pleading.
“Do you still have any preferences Sir?” I ask again and he moans, falling to his knees in front of me and wrapping my hair into his fist. His lips crash against mine in a hungry desperate kiss, one which I return with just as much desperation.
“I can’t get you out of my head,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Maybe you just need a release?” I suggest rubbing my hand against the front of his trousers and feeling his erection.
“Subs aren’t supposed to talk,” he whispers.
“I’m not a normal sub,” I say with a smile.
Vass stands and heads to the door, flicking the lock. As he walks back to me he unfastens his belt. “We’ll see about that,” he says, “Do you trust me Liv?” I nod because I do without doubt trust him. He goes behind me, pulling my arms behind my back and wrapping his belt around them. “You wanted to step in to my world.”
When he comes back to stand in front of me he has his erection in his hand, slowly rubbing his shaft. He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces me to look up in to his eyes. “I like eye contact at all times,” he says clearly and I nod. “Open.” My mouth falls open and he presses the head of his shaft against my lower lip before moving away. My tongue darts out to taste the drop of pre come on my lip. “Open,” he orders again and I do. This time he fills my mouth with his hardness, pushing it in inch by inch. He gets halfway and I begin to cough, my gag reflex protesting. “Just relax,” he whispers stroking my hair. He continues to whisper words of encouragement, pushing all the time until I feel him pressing against my throat. Vass closes his eyes and stills, he begins to move out again and I suck in a breath ready for him to push back in. With my hands behind my back I feel vulnerable yet fully turned on. “If it gets too much or you want to stop at any time you say the word Luxe and I’ll stop straight away okay?” he asks.
“Okay,” I say wondering why I’d need a safe word. I find out minutes later when he’s thrusting so hard into my mouth that I’m coughing and salivating. My eyes water but I’m determined not to use the safe word. I wanted to see in to his world and this is a start, If I use the word he won’t take me further than this. After a few minutes I’m getting used to the amount of force he uses and the pressure I need to use to make him groan with pleasure. He grips his hands into my hair, keeping his eyes fixed on me before thrusting in to my mouth and stilling. He holds me there for a few seconds and I have to concentrate hard on breathing through my nose. He grunts and his body trembles. As he pulls out of my mouth I taste his release on my tongue. He watches, waiting for me to swallow, smiling when I do.
He tucks himself back in to his trousers and then takes a seat across from me. He smirks at my confusion, “We need to discuss this new arrangement.”
“And I need to be tied up to do that?” I ask.
“What are we doing here?” he asks.
“I thought we were having some fun,” I say with a shrug.
“Is it just fun to you?” he asks sceptically.
“Believe it or not Vass women can just have sex without falling crazy in love,” I say sarcastically. He seems to ponder this for a moment and then he gives a satisfied nod and unties the belt.
Vass
“So basically, you are like a married couple,” says Alex with a laugh.
“No, but it makes sense to make the most of our fake marriage,” I say and he raises her eyebrows doubtfully. I knew it would be a bad idea to tell them, I thought by joining them at the bar and explaining things they’d understand. Clarisse is staring at me, her mouth slightly open in surprise and Alex just laughs at everything I’m saying. I think it’s a great idea. Usually when I fancy a woman I sleep with her and never call her again, with Alivia I fancy her. I can do the whole marriage thing to please my grandmother, spend some time in Alivia’s bed, seeing as I can’t be seen with other women and then once the whole thing is over she can go and work for my mother and I’ll go back to my life.
“And you don’t think she’s going to grow feelings?” asks Alex.
“Maybe, we are bound to have feelings but we both know it won’t come to anything. I am not the marrying type and I’ve made it clear. I don’t want a wife and I don’t want a family.”
“I think this will get messy,” sighs Clarisse.
“How?” I ask, frustration clear in my voice.
“Because Vass, Alivia is a nice girl. She’s doing a great thing for you and your grandmother even if it is a little above and beyond, now the waters will just get muddy and hearts will get broken and its just really not a good idea.”
“Clarisse you’re over thinking it. It’s just sex. It doesn’t look like she’s had lots of experience, I’m the perfect man to help her out with that.”
“Vass I have always supported you in everything you’ve ever done, but this,” Clarisse shakes her head, “This is not going to work out and I really like Alivia, she’s becoming a good friend. She’s the type of girl that falls in love and lives happily ever after.”
“Riss she came on to me, you seem to have this impression that she’s a good girl with a pure heart but she got on her knees and came on to me!”
She groans, “She’s still a red-blooded female Vass, of course she fancies you but you know at the end of this you can turn your feelings off and walk away. You’ll get over her by fucking your way through The Luxe and she will be left broken and forever scarred by you.”
“Clarisse you really know how to damped the mood,” I mutter.
I leave them both an hour later to go and drink themselves stupid. I’ve noticed that they have stepped up the amount of time they are spending together just the two of them. I go to Clarisse’s, I need to see Alivia.
When I knock there’s no answer so I use my spare key and let myself in. All of the lights are out so I head upstairs. Alivia is sat on the bathroom floor with the door open and a blanket wrapped around her. “Liv,” I say and she jumps in fright. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”
“I’m not feeling great actually,” she says quietly.
“You’re sick?” I ask and she nods.
“I’ve feel too shaky to get up, could you help me?” she asks. I hook an arm under her legs and the other around her back and I lift her from the floor. She rests her h
ead against my shoulder and I take her into her bedroom, setting her lightly on her bed. “I’m so cold,” she mutters. I pull her quilt back and she gets under it.
“I’ll get another blanket,” I say and I go to find one. When I return she is visibly shaking. I lay the extra blanket on top and then go in search of a hot water bottle. When I return she is asleep but still shaking. I tuck the hot bottle under her quilt and then I lay behind her, tucking her against me in the hope that this helps to warm her up.
I’m awoken sometime later by the crashing and banging coming from outside Alivia’s bedroom door. I glance down at Alivia who has thankfully stopped shaking but is still tucked against me and peacefully sleeping. I get myself free from her and creep out of the room.
Clarisse is against the wall outside of Alivia’s room with Alex kissing her neck whilst pulling off his shirt. I raise my eyebrows and give a small cough to alert them that I am there. They freeze and Alex looks slowly to his right where he sees me watching, “Vass,” he mutters surprised.
“I thought you’d gone home,” says Clarisse, straightening her clothes out sheepishly.
“Clearly. Alivia isn’t well, I’ve been looking after her. Good night?” I ask with a smirk. They exchange a wary look and Alex sighs.
“Look man we were gonna tell you but we didn’t know how we felt about it all,” he explains. I put my hands up in surrender.
“Hey I’m not judging, I love you both. Just go in with your eyes open, I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”
Clarisse kisses my cheek as she passes me to go to her room, Alex pats my shoulder. I knew something was going on with them two, the banter had taken up a gear and they were spending a lot more time together than usual.
Alivia is awake when I go back in to her room. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Terrible,” she groans. I pass her some paracetamol and a glass of water.
“We’ll get the Doctor to come and take a look at you in the morning, you feel a little warm.” She lays back down and I snuggle up beside her.
