by Haven, Leila
Our bodies were sweaty and still, finally lost in the ecstasy that we had tried so desperately to reach for. My whole body buzzed, my pussy convulsing around Cooper’s cock and squeezing him tighter than ever before. I could feel his dick as it twitched out its load, coating my insides with his seed.
He took all my weight as I clung to him, pinned in place by his member and not wanting to be anywhere else. We were both gasping for breath, the exertion draining us of energy.
Cooper kissed down my neck as his manhood slid out of me. He gently placed me on my feet as I fought to recover from the wonderful ordeal. It didn’t feel like we’d just made love. It felt like we had fucked in the most primal of ways. I finally understood why everyone went on about how great sex was. Being with Billy had never felt this good, but I hadn’t had any point of comparison, so I hadn’t known any better.
Now, I knew. And I wouldn’t go back for anything. Cooper was a master of my body, and it was only just the beginning of our journey together.
Cooper picked up my clothes and handed them to me. “Get dressed before I want to do that again.” I accepted the dress and my underwear and quickly put them on while Cooper pulled himself into his own clothes.
By the time we reached the floor of his office, our cheeks were still flushed pink but we weren’t as messy as only a few minutes earlier. Cooper stepped confidently out of the elevator and tugged me along with him. I wasn’t exactly in a good state to be making a good impression on his colleagues, but it didn’t seem like I was going to have a choice.
He nodded to everyone we passed while making quick introductions. I got a little thrill every time he referred to me as his girlfriend. Some of the women threw shots of unbridled jealousy at me, but I let them bounce right off the smile on my face.
Cooper was mine.
All mine.
I was shown around the floor before Cooper took me into his private office. It was far bigger than I had expected – probably taking up about a quarter of the floor. The furniture was all sleek white and stainless steel, contrasted with rich red fabrics on the couch. The whole thing had an industrial brightness to it, making it feel happy and vibrant.
“So this is where all the magic happens, huh?” I asked, running my finger along the edge of his desk. I was acutely aware of him watching my every move, searching for a reaction.
“I would argue all the magic happened in the elevator.” He smirked, his cheeks dimpling. “But this is where I largely do my work, yes.”
My cheeks were starting to flush from embarrassment, but I pushed it away. There was no need to feel that way around Cooper. After all, he was one half of what had happened in the elevator.
I turned around to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city looked like it was contained in a snow globe, like we weren’t a part of it and only existed in a happy bubble all of our own. I could see everything from that window, even right out to the ocean.
Cooper sidled up beside me, standing so close our shoulders touched. “Sometimes I stand here and just stare at the city.”
“Does it ever help with your decisions?”
“Sometimes.” He nodded. “It reminds me that there is a whole world out there, and in comparison, my problems are completely insignificant.”
“Like we’re little ants, scurrying around?”
“Exactly.” Our eyes locked together in a smile that seemed to last a lifetime. Cooper would never be an ant in my life. He was now front and center.
The phone trilled to life on his desk, breaking the spell lingering between us. Cooper turned around and picked up the receiver. “Yes.” He nodded a few times before his brow worked its way into a crease. “Okay, tell him I’ll be there.”
That didn’t bode well for our afternoon of blissful togetherness. “Is everything alright?” I asked carefully, with a sense of dread lurching in my stomach.
“I have to attend a conference call with Japan. I’ll get Gabriel to take you home. I’m sorry our day will be cut short.”
The hug he pulled me into helped with some of the disappointment. Cooper kissed my forehead before letting me go. “I’ll be a while but will try to make it home in time for dinner.”
“I’d like that.”
Someone knocked on the door before opening it. The driver who had taken me to the mansion yesterday peered around. “Sir.”
“Please take Emily back to the estate.”
“Yes, sir.”
I went with him, reluctant to leave Cooper’s warm arms. During our trip home, I discovered Gabriel had been with Cooper for over ten years. He lived close to the King building, and Cooper trusted him with all his transport needs. Chatting with Gabriel made me forget about how lonely the mansion would seem all afternoon without Cooper.
Chapter 8
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Cooper didn’t make it home for dinner. Or breakfast. Or lunch the following day. I explored every part of the estate while I waited, thinking about the future. Cooper had said he would offer me any opportunity I wanted to take. Did that mean working at his company? Was I ready for it?
I had never planned on going to college. I had always thought I was going to marry Billy and start a family right away. In my hometown, that seemed like the only opportunity on offer, so I’d never expected to need a higher education.
Now I had options. I had decisions to make and dreams to think about. I could be anything, do anything. Cooper really had no idea what his offer really meant to me.
I finally decided I would learn about his business. It was important to him and the source of his great wealth. I wanted to know everything it did and work out how I could help it flourish further. If that led me to needing to take some classes, then I would do it. He was right; we were a team now and I needed to play my part.
The clothes I had purchased at Miss Cassidy’s were all waiting for me when I arrived home. I had put them aside to deal with later, but I couldn’t leave them in the white delivery boxes forever.
I pulled each piece out individually, running the material over my hands and feeling the exquisite softness and luxury of the fabrics. Miss Cassidy didn’t stock only underwear; she’d included a silk dressing gown and lounge wear into my mix.
Every item was hung in my huge closet, making it seem not so sparse anymore. Cooper would no doubt fill the space with more clothes over time. I needed to make sure he didn’t go overboard. I wasn’t with him because of the things he could buy me. I wanted to make sure that was clear from the beginning.
The walls were starting to close in on me, so I went for another walk around the estate. The sun was beaming high in the sky, ready to make its way down to the horizon for the end of the day. I hoped Cooper would be home for dinner this time.
When I returned back to the house, I wandered to the kitchen to find all the house staff in a frazzle. All I’d seen from them before was the utmost of professionalism and calm confidence. The room was now a madhouse.
“What’s going on?” I asked Ricardo, who was stirring a bowl with way more effort than was necessary. A thin layer of sweat was forming on his brow.
“The former Mrs. King is here,” he replied, his voice breaking on the name.
My world went into a spin. “Cooper was married?” His ex-wife had just waltzed into the house, and the staff had just let her? What was wrong with them?
And, more importantly, why hadn’t Cooper shared the little fact of his previous marriage with me? I felt the sting of betrayal but didn’t let it show on the outside. Maybe he would have told me eventually, but it would have been nice to be fully informed.
Ricardo nodded. “He was, and now she is here, back again to make our life a living nightmare once more. I can’t handle this kind of stress.” He banged the bowl down on the counter, splattering batter everywhere.
There was no way my boyfriend’s ex-wife was going to get away without me seeing her. I needed to get eyes on the kind of woman Cooper would deem worthy enough to marry. Everything I’d read about him on the
Internet had said he was a perpetual bachelor. Nobody had ever mentioned a wife.
I followed one of the housekeeping staff through the corridors until I discovered where the former Mrs. King was. They had her waiting in the formal living room, the area decked out in lush furniture and mint-green wallpaper.
There was no way to effectively spy on her from the outside of the room. The mansion had too many doors, and I didn’t want to get caught peering in through the window from the outside garden. Instead of being covert, I was going to have to meet her head-on.
I pushed through the door with a warm smile on my face, hoping I could pull off confidence I didn’t feel. “The chef said we had a guest. I’m Emily. It’s nice to meet you.” I held out my hand for her to shake. She looked at it and then flicked her gaze back up to my face.
“Are you the new housemaid?” she said, somehow filling those five words with disgust and disapproval.
I tried to ignore the first shot she threw my way. After all, I was the one in Cooper’s bed now, not her. I was the one with the prize. “I’m Cooper’s girlfriend, not the housemaid. You must not have been here for a while, because Christine has been the housemaid here for two years now.” I knew talking to the staff was a good idea; they were far more welcoming that this woman.
Her drawn-on eyebrows arched. “His girlfriend? You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re merely a child.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“Cooper’s latest whim, then. When will he be getting back?”
“He’s working, it’s difficult to know. I can pass on a message for you.”
She looked at me with utter distrust, knowing full well a message left with me wouldn’t make its way to Cooper’s ears. The woman sat on the sofa decidedly. “I’ll wait for him.”
I sat on the sofa across the coffee table from her. Perhaps I was a sucker for punishment, but I really wanted to know everything I could about the woman Cooper deemed worthy enough to make lifelong vows with.
She wore a light yellow skirt suit made out of a thick material. Around her neck was a string of pearls and she looked like she would be at home at a fundraising dinner rather than the stables of my hometown.
She was older than I thought she’d be – mid-thirties, if I had to guess. Her face didn’t have a wrinkle on it, but I suspected that was because she was probably on a first-name basis with her plastic surgeon.
As much as I would never admit it to anyone, she intimidated the hell out of me. Every glance she sent my way was judging, able to send even the strongest of people down to their knees.
What had Cooper seen in her? We seemed like complete opposites. He obviously didn’t have a certain type that he was attracted to. His ex-wife and I didn’t even share an eye color.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed, speaking to someone on the other end about her horrible ordeal while trying to get through to Cooper at work. She knew I was listening – it was impossible not to – so it felt like every poisonous word was meant for me.
By the time she hung up, I was completely over her antics. “Why didn’t you go to King Endeavors to find Cooper?”
She sighed pointedly, as if just talking to me was tiresome and boring. “Because his security team has explicit instructions not to let me into the building.”
“But you’re allowed in his home?”
“His security here is laughable.”
“You could have just called him.”
“Ha! Like he returns my calls.” She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again. Finally, I was starting to see a chink in her armor.
“How long were you two married?” I asked. Cooper probably wouldn’t be too keen on answering all my questions when he came home. Perhaps his ex would be a little chattier on the subject.
“Six months, if you must know.”
Six months was nothing – merely the blink of an eye. “What happened?”
She pulled an emery board out of her bag and started filing her nails. It seemed more like a nervous habit rather than actual grooming. No doubt she would have a manicurist on speed dial. “I’m not going to discuss this with you. Go away and leave me in peace.”
I’d never met anyone before who I’d found so vapid in such a short period of time. I didn’t want to walk out now because then it would be following her order. Instead, I reached over the coffee table and picked up the art book placed on it.
I started reading while she huffed and started playing with her cell phone. Another ten minutes passed before I finally left her.
Cooper was going to have to do some explaining when he eventually arrived home.
Chapter 9
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I ate dinner alone and went up to my rooms afterward. Watching television in my pajamas seemed like the best option for the night. As far as I knew, the former Mrs. King was still in the living room. Ricardo had made her dinner after she had complained about the lack of standards in the mansion.
One sitcom into the viewing, the door to my room opened. Cooper finally joined me, dressed in a crisp black business suit with a green tie that matched his eyes.
He kissed me on the forehead before sitting on the couch next to me. He pulled my hands into his lap and held them there while he spoke. “The only thing that has kept me sane today was knowing I would be coming home to you tonight.”
My stomach did its whole fluttering thing again. I wanted to be angry with him over standing me up for so many meals but I just couldn’t. Cooper could never do wrong in my books.
“I missed you,” I replied. Being in the mansion seemed pointless without him there to keep me company. It was a lonely place when he was gone.
Cooper started tugging on his tie, loosening it and the top few buttons on his shirt. He made himself look even sexier without trying. “I’ll make up for my absence tonight. I want you in the playroom wearing some of that sexy new lingerie.”
We’d definitely get to that, but I wanted some answers first. “I met your ex-wife today.”
“I thought you might have.”
“I didn’t know you were married before.”
He slumped back on the couch. “The whole thing was a mistake. I thought marrying her would fix things with my mother.”
“Why would she do that?”
“My mother handpicked her for me. She thought Helen would be the kind of woman I needed in my life to keep me in line and help me discover my full potential.”
“Weren’t you doing all that yourself?”
“Not according to my mother. I went along with the whole relationship, knowing it was a mistake the entire time. Six months was all I could manage before I decided I didn’t need either woman in my life if I was going to be that miserable. Now she keeps hassling me for money.”
So he’d tried to repair the relationship he had with his mother. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had driven them apart in the first place. What had Cooper been doing that she’d disapproved of so much? I wondered if I wanted to know or if it was better just being left in the dark.
Cooper squeezed my hands. “Next time I get married, I want to make sure it’s because I can’t possibly live another day without my girlfriend being my wife. Next time I’ll do it right.”
That sounded like a good idea to me. I shuffled over so I could take Cooper in a hug that tried to repair some of the sadness he felt. I couldn’t do anything about his past, but I had a direct impact on his present and future.
Cooper pulled me against him, his hands lingering down to cup my ass. “Playroom, babe. Meet me there in half an hour wearing the red corset and fishnet stockings. I need you tonight.”
“Yes, sir.” Waiting another half an hour was going to be the worst part of the day. Cooper left and closed the door behind him. I rushed to the closet and pulled out the attire that was demanded of me.
Stripping off my silk pajamas, I wrapped the corset around me and secured it with the hooks in the front. It had suspender clips at the bottom into which
I could hook the thigh-high fishnet stockings. I slipped the matching red panties over the top, just in case Cooper wanted me to keep the corset on while we played.
I hurried to the playroom only a few minutes early and knocked. Cooper was already waiting in his loose black jeans. His chest was bare, rippling, and ready.
“Kneel down and place your hands on your knees,” he ordered. “That is the way you should always start our play sessions. It is the pose of a good submissive, waiting for her first order from her dom.”
“Yes, sir.” I followed the command and went down to the ground, tucking my legs underneath me and resting my hands on my knees. I looked down, making sure I wasn’t just a good submissive but a great one.
