by Shayne Ford
Trembling, I growl with pleasure.
He deepens the kiss, and I followed his lead, getting a good taste of him. His strokes, and his heat mixed with the aroma of liquor and his perfume. The way he claims me.
He’s not teasing me anymore. He gives me what I want, and I reward him with exactly what he needs. I lock his lips as if he is my lifeline, the only way I can survive.
My hemline goes up with his hand before my panties go down, yanked by his fingers.
I’m sure there was some plan on how this would unfold. I’m not sure that plan is still standing.
My hands flick his belt open, and slink inside his pants, my hand sheathing his hard, heavy cock. He stirs and hardens, even more, spurring more wetness in my core.
There’s not much time to do anything else as he hooks his hands beneath my butt, lifts me and sets me on the table.
My panties fall off as he nudges my legs open, and runs his hand between my thighs. He curls his hands around my hips, pulls me to the edge, presses his rock hard crown against my entrance and plunges into me.
Groaning, I fall back as he drapes my legs over his arms and rams into me again. I shudder all around him. He rolls his hips, the pace and force of his thrusts killing me with pleasure.
My teeth rip the flesh of my lips as I fight crying his name out. I’m burning between my legs while washing him with my arousal, my legs locked around him. He pounds me deep and hard, his fingers digging into my thighs.
It’s not pretty, and it’s different than everything I thought I’d find. It’s feral and intense. Tingles run up my spine, my nipples hardening, my hair standing up at the back of my neck as my thighs begin to tense and my body stiffens. A rush of throbbing pleasure breaks through me.
His hips rock harder, his full cock slamming into me without restraint.
Arching my body, I take his pounding, swept away by the first orgasm on a cock in my entire life. My body seems to break apart as he rails me hard and fast. The climax shakes me hard, making my heart explode, and every bit of flesh throb.
He pulls out of me and shoots on me and over my dress. Mouth open, I gape and gasp and stare at him. My core still clenching...
Still wanting him.
He closes his eyes for a moment, his chest heaving, his cock still heavy in his hand. He finally catches up his breath.
“The car is waiting for you outside,” he says after a few more moments while calm, he fixes his fly.
Shock and surprise fall over me.
What?
I’d love to shout at him, but I can’t use my voice, and I wonder if he does it on purpose because he knows I won’t speak.
Slowly I pull my legs together and slide the G-string up my thighs, my dress drenched in his cum.
Without a word, he leaves the room. Shaking, I find my way around the room, pick up my trench and shrug it on.
I can’t believe him. But then again, what was I hoping for?
Well, for one, not to feel that damn good, and then, not to toss me out while leaving me hooked, and still craving him. My body is still going to through the aftershocks, that unquenched need buried in my core, making me clench my thighs.
Fuck him.
I grab my small purse and find my way outside. The car waits for me in front of the gate. A different driver.
I direct him to Silver, and call a cab on my way there.
One hour later, I enter my apartment, draw myself a bath and sink into the water, almost crying.
3
DAHLIA
Friday morning drags in, finding me wrapped in mixed feelings. I couldn’t sleep much last night, and now I’m staring at a ghost in the mirror.
From a hanger, I pick up a pastel dress, slide it on, and zip it up. I pull my hair back, lift it and tie it in a chignon.
One hour later, I enter my office and soon after I bury myself in work. Hiding behind the computer, I sip tea while typing reports.
Soon, the phone starts ringing like crazy. Surprisingly, I manage not to make any gaffes.
Half an hour later, the door opens, and the receptionist barges in.
“Lex Harrington wants you to get the boardroom ready.”
My eyes pop wide.
“What? Why? Why didn’t he call me?”
She shrugs.
“The phone must have been busy,” she says, pointing at the blinking lines.
“What’s the meeting for?”
“The Board of Directors.”
“It was supposed to be next week.”
She shrugs again, and in all fairness, she makes more sense than I do. They have their meeting whenever they see fit, but Friday?
Anyway. I drop it.
“What time?”
“One hour from now. James Sexton and Edward Preston are coming too.”
“Okay,” I say with a faint voice.
She closes the door, and I crash into the chair.
You have to pull yourself together, Dahlia, barks the voice inside my head.
I know that. What I don’t know is how I am supposed to do that.
I should start with my face.
I push out of my chair, enter the bathroom and start inspecting my appearance. Dark shadows circle my eyes, the makeup not doing a good job at covering them. I pinch my cheeks, trying to bring some color to my skin.The light blue dress makes my face look even paler.
Not a good choice, Dahlia.
Annoyed, I leave the bathroom, slip out of my office and rush to the boardroom. I get the place ready. Forty minutes later, people start coming in.
Most of the directors are in the room when James Sexton and Ed Preston walk in. I crane my neck out and swivel my head, waiting for Lex Harrington to show up.
I catch James Sexton glancing at me a couple of times, and I suddenly feel as if I’m about to faint.
Smoothly, I slip out of the boardroom and sneak outside. Busy trying to close the door without making a noise, I don’t even hear the footsteps behind me.
I spin around and crash into Lex’s chest.
The scream leaving my throat propels all the way to the other end of the corridor where Sales Executives shift their heads in my direction.
My back falls into the wall as I take a step backward.
“Sir...” I mumble, completely caught off guard.
He purses his lips and X-rays me with his blue gaze. I feel my insides tearing under its sharp edge.
Hard to say, but I think I caught the light of a smile flickering in his gaze.
“Miss Fox,” he says sternly. “Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where are you going?” he asks, his gaze sliding down on me.
“Uh... Nowhere. I was getting some fresh air.”
“Why? Is the AC broken in the boardroom?” he sneers.
“No, it’s not,” I say, suddenly irritated.
As if I need his mockery right now.
“You need to take the rest of the day off?” he asks, a smirk sliding onto his face. “You look like you need it,” he adds.
This time a crooked smile tilts his lips, and my eyes and focus get lost in that snapshot of his face.
I suddenly feel cornered.
“No, I’m fine. It was, um, a bit unexpected... That’s all. I didn’t think you’d be back, but everything is fine.”
“Good,” he says. “Then get back inside.”
He swings the door open, giving me no other choice but to walk ahead of him. I slip into a chair while he strides to the front, and within moments starts to speak.
As the meeting commences, his voice fills the room, and my mind begins to wander. Absently, I take notes, my eyes skimming the men and women at the table, and then gluing to him.
His words become a soft hum in the background as my eyes rove over him, drinking him in, and studying him.
Only hours ago, his body had mine, and those blue eyes sparkled with lust for me while his hands were molded on my thighs, and his cum spilled all over me.
The memory spurs a flutter in my chest, sets a tension in my belly, and sends a shiver through my body.
I only hear my name called out the second time around. Perhaps the third. It’s actually James Sexton’s voice calling me the fourth time when I jolt back to reality.
“Are you okay, Miss Fox?”
That’s Lex.
My gaze lifts to his eyes, and I drown into them for a moment.
“Yes. I need to step outside for a moment.”
“Sure,” he says, his gaze pinned on me as I slide to the door.
Once outside, I walk straight to the office.
Ten minutes later, voices roll on the hallway, and within moments the door opens.
“I’ll be right there,” Lex says to someone on the corridor before he closes the door and strides to me.
“What’s going on?” he asks straight.
“What do you mean?” I mutter.
“You don’t look good,” he says. “Are you sick or something?”
“No... Yes. I mean, not sick, sick. It’s one of those weird days.... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that.”
I go on and on, mumbling, making no sense, and rendering the situation even worse.
I sigh.
“I’m fine. I really am,” I mutter while having a meltdown in front of him.
He throws me a puzzled look before he spins around and vanishes out the door.
DAHLIA
“Hey. What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” I say, grabbing a bowl of fruit.
Elsa’s eyes follow me as I sink into a chair.
“Going out?” I ask, dragging my gaze down on her.
She wears a new pair of jeans and a cute baby doll top that sets of her chest.
She smiles.
“I don’t know. I might. You?”
“Why are you smiling?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
I start chewing. I know her better than that.
“Tell me.”
Her face beams with another grin.
“I got my period,” she says.
“What??”
She nods several times, and I leap out of the chair and hug her and kiss her.
“Oh, damn it, Elsa... I hope you learned your lesson.”
“I did,” she says as I slide back into my chair.
“So who is he?” I ask, picking a slice of peach from the bowl.
She looks at me.
“The man you’re going out with?”
“A friend,” she says red to her hairline. “What about you? Going somewhere?” she says, trying to shift my attention away from her.
“No,” I say pointing at my robe. “I, um....” I pause, hesitant, and look at her. “Did you talk to mom?”
Her smile falls from her lips.
“No.”
“You have to tell her that you’re back,” I say.
“No, I don’t,” she says, her eyes darkening.
“You have no reason to hide, Elsa.”
“I’m not hiding. It’s just that I’m not proud of myself. I’ll tell her. I promise. Just not now. I want to get to a better place before I face her.”
A pang of desperation threads through her voice, and I wonder when we–– the Fox sisters, have gotten so good at entangling ourselves in stories like this.
“Let me figure out my life first,” she says, her eyes turning misty.
She’s been doing everything to please me lately. She cleans, cooks, and keeps the house in order. The extra money that I made these couple of weeks went to her stash as I promised.
“You’re not working today?” she asks with a quiet voice.
“Mark didn’t call me,” I say, “And Tasha doesn’t seem to know much about tonight either.”
“You said you had the same client these two times?”
“Yes.”
“And everything went well?”
“Yes,” I mutter.
More than well, I should add. So well, I’m a mess right now, filled with secrets, and about to fuck up my job. I’m one stupid move away from revealing my cover up.
“There’s still time,” I say, glancing at the phone.
“I don’t think so. If they haven’t called already, they probably booked girls for tonight, and they’re not gonna call,” she says as her phone starts ringing.
She slides her finger across the screen, a small smile curling her lips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
It is a man. I knew it.
She walks out of the room, and I hear her talking for a few more moments before her words become a quiet hum.
My screen lights up as well, flashing a notification. My heart skips a few beats as I read the message.
Lex: Hello Secret Girl. Are you up for tonight?
My insides start to spin.
Me: What do you have in mind?
Lex: More of the same... and something different... We’ll see. You love secrets, so let me surprise you.
I ponder for a moment, and then my fingers start to type, having a mind of their own.
Me: Okay.
Lex: I’ll pick you up in front of Silver at ten o’clock. Look out for a black Ferrari.
Me: You pick me up?
Lex: Get here safe.
I toss the phone on the bed, at the same moment Elsa entering the room.
“Who was that?”
“No one. Some text message from work. What’s going on?” I ask as she pulls on her jacket. “Going out again?”
She nods.
“Anything, I should worry about?” I ask.
“No. Everything is fine.”
The doorbell rings, her eyebrows tilting with surprise.
“What the fuck?” she blurts out angrily as she darts to the corridor.
Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good.
I follow her closely.
“Who’s that?” I ask as she gets ready to open the door.
“I told him not to come upstairs,” she says, swinging the door open without looking through the peephole.
She freezes, and more surprise washes over her face.
“Jordan? What are you doing here?”
Jordan??
She pushes the chest of a man away, walks outside and shuts the door behind her. Tiptoeing, I get close to the door and try to eavesdrop.
It turns out I don’t need to.
Her voice echoes through the hallway.
“I told you already. Put it to rest. It’s not your fucking business.”
He barks back at her, and I can only assume he says that it is his business.
The exchange goes back and forth for a few more moments, and then I hear him say.
“It’s Connor, isn’t it?” Fury bleeds in his voice. “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.”
“Jordan?? It’s not him,” she barks, her words met with silence.
I’m sure Jordan already rushes down the stairs, eager to confront that Connor guy.
She opens the door, grabs her phone and her set of keys.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t have time right now,” she tosses at me before she vanishes out the door.
Okay... Back to my problems.
I spent a few minutes in my walk-in closet, and after a brief deliberation I pull out a red dress and a black lingerie set. I put everything on and hop on red heels before I start examining myself in the mirror.
It’s a simple, form fitting, round neckline dress, with a deep cleavage and a long zipper running up my back. I tuck the red mask in my purse, snatch my cell phone and call a cab.
A few minutes after ten, we pull in front of Silver. The place is even more crowded than last night. I step out of the cab and glance around, scanning the parking lot for his car.
I spot Lex’s ride tucked in the VIP area.
Hurriedly, I hide behind a concrete column, put my mask on, and rush to his car. The door slides open, and I slip in.
“Well, hello... hello. You’ve made it,” he say
s, glancing at me.
He sports a black shirt that fits tight on his torso and black pants. His eyes shine brightly like a slice of the summer sky.
He studies me as if he’d like to know more about what hides behind the curtain of hair and the piece of fabric covering my eyes.
“You’re late,” he says, with a stern voice.
I look at him and say nothing.
He smiles, amused.
He knows I won’t talk. And gets a kick out of it.
“So, you like mysteries, Secret Girl.”
I nod.
“Good, ‘cause I have one for you.”
He pulls a blindfold from his pocket, rolls it on top of my mask and ties it at the back of my hair, drowning me into complete darkness.
“That’s perfect,” he murmurs in my ear, his breath brushing my face, his hand touching my thigh.
Startled, I pull my knees together.
He clicks his tongue.
“Nah-uh,” he murmurs in my ear again, his lips grazing my earlobe this time.
My skin responds to him with tingles and goosebumps while my nipples harden inside my dress.
“Don’t be afraid, Secret Girl. You’re going to like it, I promise you,” he says softly, and I almost lose my breath.
Running his fingers up my thigh, he rides the dress up and slides his hand between my legs.
I tense. He goes up. I tense some more and arch.
He touches me. Softly. Fire courses through my veins. I can smell his scent, and feel his body heat, and I can almost envision his smile.
The sheer fabric of my panties dampens the second he gently presses his fingertips against my folds. His thumb traces my slit, parting my folds, and with a slow motion, circles my clit.
A gasp rolls off my lips.
“You like it?” he asks quietly, his breath fanning over my lips, his hand parting my thighs even more.
I shift in my seat and slightly roll my hips to meet his touch.
“I knew you would...” he says quietly, his knuckles rubbing my folds before his fingers stroke my clit again.
My thighs part, even more, my panties getting wet beneath his touch. He smoothly tugs the panties to the side, and slide his fingers onto my bare, swollen flesh.
