I didn’t just suck his cock; I worshiped it with my mouth. Practicing, I sucked as hard as I could, taking as much of him as I could in my mouth before I found a rhythm that had him squirming. Then it didn’t take long before he was coming down my throat.
When he finished, I collapsed. Rick uncuffed me, but I couldn’t get up. I felt like a puddle of goo. He brought me into his arms, kissing my forehead. “That was the best head I’ve had in a long time.” Tired, but still so sated, I couldn’t say much. Sore and messy, I needed a long hot shower, but it would have to wait. Sleep was taking me as I nuzzling into his incredible pecks, pulling the sheet over me.
Chapter 5
I woke to the smell of bacon. Was it breakfast time already? Sitting up, I could see out of the skylights. No, it was still night. Rick was dressed again in his jeans and t-shirt and in the kitchen cooking, breakfast? Suddenly feeling awkward, I bound the sheet around me and made my way to the bathroom.
Realizing I almost lost my virginity; I took a deep breath and beamed in the mirror, somewhat proud of myself. It hurt some, no big deal. Taking a shower, I thought of Rick controlling me and it excited me all over again. I draped myself in the fluffy white robe hanging on the door not knowing if I could go any further tonight.
When I emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, Rick was waiting for me with a piece of bacon instead of handcuffs. “Hungry?”
“I’m starved.” I sat at his immense table while he served me breakfast.
“Nothing special, just eggs, bacon, pancakes with fruit and real maple syrup. It was all I could get at the closest market. I didn’t want to go too far into town without you. I was afraid you’d wake up and freak out.”
“I bet the all the girls expect a gourmet meal from the creator of Table 21.”
“What girls? I don’t date. Molly is the first women I’ve gone out with in a long time.”
“Well, I don’t date either, not counting Stephan. We’ve been out a couple of times now.” I took a bite of my pancakes and realized they weren’t ordinary. No matter how he down played it, I could tell they didn’t come from a box. “Aren’t you eating?”
He poured me some coffee. “I was getting ready to make my eggs. I can make more for you too. I just didn’t know how you took them. Everyone likes scrambled eggs.”
“Let me make them,” I said, jumping from my seat. If it was one thing I could cook, it was a perfect egg. I could flip them in the air and everything. Anyway, I couldn’t sit any longer. My ass was sore, and I really didn’t want to mention it and give him any more ideas. “Sit down, seriously. I’ve got it.” I made him a plate while I started his eggs.
“Over medium. Not too runny, not too hard.” Rick peeked over my shoulder.
“Sit still and enjoy your coffee, I can handle this.” I slid his plate in front of him in the next few minutes with flare. I’d made a smiley on his pancakes like diners do for kids during Sunday brunch.
He poked at his egg letting the yoke run. “Nice, maybe I should make you a cook.”
“No way, I’m only waiting tables until I get a real job again.”
We talked comfortably while we ate. Maybe a little too comfortably, I thought after I helped him clean up. I’d told him about my marketing degree and adventures with publishing. He’d told me all about his family’s fortune; his cousin was running the company now. He’d took his small cut and opened up Table 21.
I joined him on the couch.
“I’m not a classically trained chef, and I haven’t even studied under one. It’s hard to sell that nowadays if you want to open a gourmet restaurant, but I’m a businessman. I have a MBA and was raised to run a Fortune 500 company, so I turned my passion for cooking and, more honestly, eating great food into a successful business.”
I knew exactly why he didn’t get his grandfather’s business. His fiancée had killed herself. How to react if he told me himself? - I had no clue, so I changed the subject. “What do you do for fun?”
“You just experienced it. Sex addict here.” He pointed his thumbs at himself. “Gosh, it feels good being honest for a change.” His genuine smile melted me into the leather. I glanced around the cabin and saw many things that said otherwise. Paddles, maybe he liked to kayak. There was a DVD case full of movies.
“Is this your cabin?”
“Yes, I helped my father build it. Unlike my mother, he was used to hard work. It’s small compared to some, but it feels like home.”
“It’s beautiful,” I blurted out a little too much in awe.
“What do you do when you aren’t down on your luck, slumming it, waiting tables?”
“I used to have a life before I picked up the habit of going hunting.” Rick looked at me strange, and I burst out laughing, “God, that does feel good -that’s what I call it, in my head. You know… going out at night finding men to get me off. Before, I liked to read, go to plays, and watch movies. I even starred in a small production in college, but one day all of that stopped. I found myself going out every night even if I shouldn’t have been.”
“It stops now Loraine, now you come and find me when you need to feel good,” he smiled, winking at me.
“What about Molly?”
“I can’t take the chance of Molly finding out about me and another woman.”
“I mean, you’re not always going to be available. Surely, you’ll be with Molly plenty now that you two are getting serious. And I doubt she’ll hold out very long.”
“Let me take care of Molly. I know for a fact she plans to hold out until she’s sure I’ll agree to marry her. I’ll need you at least once a day. Our schedules should mesh soon.”
Marry her? The idea didn’t sit well with me, but I said, “Okay, until I’m settled into a healthy relationship with Stephan and you with Molly. It’s a deal.” However, if we did actually cure each other, and I could stay with Stephan, marry him, it would make Rick my Father-In-Law. Awkward -That didn’t sit well with me either, but being able to have a normal relationship with Stephan would be worth it.
“And speaking of fixing you…” Rick began tugging at my robe.
“About that,” I started. I had enough successes to last me a while, but suddenly I didn’t want to leave.
He put a finger to my lips, and I groaned at his no talking obsession. “We established a man can penetrate you, and I want to be that man, tonight.”
I ached inside from needing him and from actual ache. My clenching, I’m sure, was mostly to blame for the pain. The dildo wasn’t very large and as excited as I’d been, it was lubricated well. Hell, once I’d relaxed, it felt unbelievable. Better than oral sex, even. However imagining him penetrating me with his dick caused the same anxiety as before to hit me like a wrecking ball.
“I don’t know, I’m sore. I’m still nervous, I don’t know if I can go through with it, for real.” I’d always thought I had a physical problem, but Rick had proved me wrong. He had fucked me with that pretty glass dildo. I shouldn’t be afraid of something entering me again, but I was almost to the point of running out of the front door. It made no sense. I wasn’t modest, I craved the feeling of my clit being licked and didn’t care who’s face I had to straddle to get off.
Rick opened the top of my rope to fondle my breasts. When I didn’t stop him he said, “Of course you’re afraid. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have a problem. For some reason, you can’t make the choice, but you can let me make you. You can decide not to stop me.”
Letting him peel my robe open, I instinctively wrapped my leg around him, moving into him, craving his touch. I helped him tug his t-shirt over his head. He unzipped his jeans and his warm erection butted against my already wet pussy. Unexpectedly, his finger was inside me, then two stretching me. “Still so tight,” he whispered in my hair. “Relax, baby.”
I couldn’t relax. The thought of going through with it tonight, with Rick, was too much. I’d known if I was alone with him long enough he’d fuck me. That’s why I avoided men like him, power
ful men who took what they wanted, like the plague.
Still, I wrapped my arms tight around his back as he laid kisses in the crook of my neck. Soon his firm fingers were gone and the fleshy head of his dick nudged at my entrance. Then it was gone. He pulled a condom out of nowhere and slipped it on. Holy shit, it was really going to happen. All the distress I thought I’d defeated came back tenfold.
“I can’t do it, Rick, not tonight,” I admitted, scooting up and out from under him.
“You can, you will.” He grabbed my leg, keeping me from getting up completely. “I’ll cuff you down.”
“No, I’m sorry. I just can’t”
“I’ll punish you if you refuse me,” he smirked.
The thought of him taking me, forcing me, shot intense prickles deep in my belly. I nodded my head and let him lead me to the bed to cuff me, my legs only, spread wide apart. He yanked my body forward, my ass to the edge of the bed and knees in the air. He began licking my pussy again knowing I craved it. His tongue struck as his fingers invaded me until I started moving with them. Stopping before I could get off, all of a sudden, he uncuffed my feet. I moved up the bed confused.
He removed his jeans all the way. Adjusting the condom, Rick crawled toward me. “I’m not going to stop once I get inside of you. I need you to relax; I don’t want to hurt you.”
I wanted him inside me like nothing before but couldn’t give him the go-ahead. “Rick, cuff me and fuck me.”
He shook his head. “That was just for loosening you up. You can do it without all that. Just lie back and trust me.” He obviously didn’t want to go through with it with me cuffed, and I wouldn’t be able to let him if I wasn’t tied down. I needed to be forced fucked. I liked to be dominated just like Crystal. Raped, I realized. It made me sick.
When I didn’t budge, Rick went for the cuffs again, ready to do it anyway I could.
“No Rick, I’m not losing my virginity tonight, not like this.”
“I didn’t think you really thought of yourself as a virgin.”
“You called me one.” I felt a tear form and blinked.
He gave me a sidelong glance. “I didn’t mean any of that. I got a little carried away. You are not a slut either,” he laughed.
My throat hurt and eyes stung with the tears, but I refused to let myself cry. I wiped my face. What was wrong with me? I tugged the robe around me and brought my knees to my chest. “Molly,” I said steadily.
Rick nodded and backed away, disappearing to the bathroom. When he returned he was fully clothed again. Ready to leave, I’d dressed in my jeans and a shirt from his closet.
“Don’t go home.” It wasn’t an order but a soft question.
I shrugged. “Why not? Our therapy is over for tonight.”
“It’s late. How about a movie?”
“A movie won’t fix us,” I said full of malice but wasn’t sure why I was so upset.
“You said you’d help me too. My intimacy problems… What if all I need is to relax with a woman who knows I’m a freak and watch a movie? I have popcorn.”
I rolled my eyes and set my purse down too tired to argue. Falling asleep during the first thirty minutes, I woke up the next morning still on the couch.
~*~*~*~
The drive back to the city seemed too quick. Rick dropped me off in the parking garage at seven am. “I’ll see you tonight.” He winked before driving off.
When I got home, I left Stephan a voicemail explaining the lie; I’d been sick and asleep all day and all night. I went to sleep until it was time to get ready for work just for good measure and because I was pooped.
Stephan greeted me with a kiss on the cheek when I walked into Table 21 at noon. “I hope you are feeling better. Ready for tonight?”
“Tonight?”
“Remember, we took an early shift so we could have dinner with my mom.”
“Oh, I can’t wait. I haven’t seen Molly in years.” Well, I’d seen her sitting with Rick, but Stephan didn’t know that.
“She’s excited too, determined to have you for a daughter-in-law.”
Caught off guard by his comment, I stammered, “That’s a little fast, don’t you think? While we are taking things slow?”
“No, Lorrie. That’s why we are taking it slow.” He went back to the bar, like that explained everything.
When Stephan and I arrived that night at his mom’s house, it was no surprise when Rick answered the door looking gorgeous as ever. Molly appeared, “Lorrie,” she exclaimed grabbing my face and kissing me on the lips. “I can’t believe it’s you.” She was always beautiful and now so thin, and I noticed when we hugged, firmer in places. She’d definitely had some work done; you’d never guess she had twins twenty-five years ago. Stephan said his polite “hellos” before disappearing into the house without me. I guess he felt at home.
“Molly was just showing me a video of her dance recital,” Rick announced.
“Yeah, boring poor Rick to death with my ballroom dancing.” She slapped his chest. Twirling around Rick excitedly as she showed me her exquisite home, she was the same Molly I remembered, full of life and eager to entertain. As always, she was all about herself. Molly finished the tour stopping at the heated indoor pool before asking about me. She concentrated hard on my words as I told her I was looking for a new job. “I’ve always been so proud of you for graduating college unlike Beth and Stephan. When Stephan said you were fired, I told him you could stay here until you got your feet back on the ground.”
“Thanks, but right now I’m good. Plus, I don’t want to sell my house.”
“You two do know each other?” She asked Rick suddenly. “I know you don’t always talk to your employees.”
“I’ve known Lorrie for a while, dear.” I mentally cringed as he used my old nickname. “Her marketing skills are superb. You know she is just waiting tables while she is looking for another job in publishing. She won’t come work for me. It’s publishing houses or nothing for our dear Lorrie, but I have agreed to take her on as my protégé until she finds a suitable mentor in her field.”
I fought to keep a straight face. What was he doing?
“Oh Richard, how wonderful!” Molly clapped her hands together, leaning into him, his arm going around her waist.
I hugged myself as followed them back toward the living room. I found Stephan on the couch, flipping through channels on the enormous flat screen. Deangelo was in Molly’s kitchen acting as our private chef tonight. We had a wonderful dinner even if the conversation was mainly all about Molly and about how Molly loved me. That was until the conversation turned to Stephan and me.
“When he told me that you two had found each other again.” Molly touched her hand to her heart. “I thought, it’s meant to be. I’ve always wanted you for a daughter.”
I was touched as she all but batted her eyes at me. This was classic Molly, the love I never got from my own family, but I wasn’t used to it anymore. Stephan grabbed my hand, and I watched my fingers entwine with his.
Out of nowhere, Rick cleared his throat. “So Stephan how’s the hunt going?” A clear jab at me. I set down my fork wondering what he was up to now.
“I’ve found a few places. It is getting my crew back that will be the problem.”
“What are you talking about, Stephan? Are you reopening your shop?” I asked confused. He hadn’t told me he was trying to open up his motorcycle shop again. I felt my cheeks flush.
“I meant it to be a surprise.” He leaned back in his chair tilting it.
“Stephan, sit right please,” Molly scolded. She was very much still his mother.
Stephan straightened, and his cellphone rang. “I have to take this, it’s Ashley.”
“That devil woman won’t stop until she takes everything Stephan has worked for. You know she already has her eye on an older wealthy man. What a little gold digger!” Molly crossed her arms ignoring the irony that she was parading around in her ex-husband’s riches.
I studied Rick and wo
ndered what he saw in Molly. She whispered something in his ear, and he laughed.
Stephan’s plate was cleared before he returned. He was frustrated and ignoring me all through dessert. Rick disappeared with Molly to pick out some wine.
“What’s up?” I asked when Stephan didn’t even look at me when we were alone.
“Nothing, I just didn’t know anything about you agreeing to let Rick mentor you.” He must have heard Rick lying to his mom earlier.
“Well, I didn’t know about you reopening your shop.”
“I told you, it’s meant to be a surprise.” Stephan continued, “Rick isn’t exactly a gentleman… with the ladies… if you catch my drift.”
“And where have you heard this?”
“There’s a rumor going around about him.” Stephan put down his fork. “I wanted to talk to mom about it tonight.”
I gulped. “What is it? Is it bad?” I didn’t have to pretend to be curious.
“A regular at the bar is saying he fucked her behind the restaurant last month. It might not matter to my mom because they weren’t serious then, but I have to tell her. She’s talking about marrying this guy.”
“Okay, ask her to talk after we have a glass of wine.”
“You’ve seen her, she won’t leave his side.”
“Rick and I do have business to discuss,” I lied. “I’ll remind him and ask to use your mom’s office, use her computer in private. You can ask her to go for a walk then.”
Stephan kissed my cheek. “You are wonderful Lorrie. But I don’t know. I don’t know if I even want you around him. I’m getting a bad vibe lately.”
“My relationship with Rick is very professional, and he might get me my old job back.” I dug the lie deeper, cursing Rick in my head. Now he had an excuse to swoop into my life at any time.
Stephan pulled me into a kiss again that was only broke by Rick clearing his throat. Molly’s laugh rang through the room. “Don’t stop on our account.”
“Actually, I need to steal Rick for a moment Molly, and I need to use your printer.”
“What?”
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