Rocked

by Stella Andrews

  His driver nods as I slip into the rear of the regulation black car and slide beside him.

  My breath catches as I smell his distinctive scent and see the hunger in his eyes.

  He maintains a distance; after all, in public, we have a professional relationship. To everybody else, I am accompanying him on a business dinner as I’ve done countless times before.

  As we head off, we say nothing.

  I look out of the window at the scenery flashing past and wonder where we’re going. He told me that wherever it is, was long overdue. A special night planned. I wonder what it could be.

  The car draws up outside an impressive town house in the center of the city.

  The driver gets out and opens the door and we stand on the sidewalk looking up at the huge property. This place is worth millions; the district alone dictates that. I follow Scott inside and look around with interest. A man appears and we hand him our coats. He nods respectfully and disappears without a word. I hear voices coming from an open door and Scott looks at me, his eyes flashing with excitement.

  In a low voice, he whispers.

  “Tonight, Amelia, you join the club for good. This is our wedding of sorts. This will bind us together forever and whatever you see or hear within these walls must never be spoken of. Do I make myself clear?”

  I nod nervously, not really knowing what I have just agreed to.

  Taking my hand, he leads me inside.

  We enter a large impressive room. All around us are people dressed to impress. The women are wearing sexy dresses and the men smart dinner suits. I recognize many faces but the rest are strangers. I register that Scott’s band of brothers are all present. The men that flank the President on all sides and my heart flips as I see the great man himself. The air is stifling. The power in this room is intoxicating and the atmosphere full of expectancy. All around the room is a general buzz of excitement.

  As they see us coming, the President walks over smiling and thumps Scott on the back.

  “Good to see you, Scott. This is your last proper night of freedom. Don’t worry we will make sure it’s a good one.”

  His gaze falls to me and I feel the blush rising as he looks me up and down. He licks his lips and smiles.

  “And here is your lovely assistant, Amelia. It’s good of you to give up your evening my dear.”

  I almost want to curtsey but just smile at him shyly.

  The President moves away and Scott squeezes my hand.

  “Good girl. Just do whatever we say and you will be fine.”

  A waiter thrusts a drink into my hand and I take a large gulp. Something doesn’t feel right about this. I’m not sure why but I have a terrible feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is they have planned.

  Scott is soon swallowed up by his band of brothers and I sit perched nervously on the edge of the settee. A young girl is sitting next to me and is almost shivering with fright. I don’t recognize her and think she looks young; maybe still a teenager. She sips her drink and licks her lips nervously.

  I look at her and smile.

  “Hi, my name’s Amelia. This is all a little intimidating, wouldn’t you agree?”

  She looks at me nervously and nods.

  “Yes, I’ve never been anywhere like this in my life. I’m Ashton by the way.”

  I detect a southern drawl and am struck by how innocent she looks. She has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Her dress looks expensive but her accent gives her away. She is out of her depth here and knows it.

  I smile encouragingly.

  “It will be fine. Who are you with?”

  She gestures towards one of Scott’s friends.

  “Todd Preston.”

  I look at her in surprise. Todd Preston is also a Senator and I know he has a girlfriend. His PA is Addison, a no nonsense New Yorker, who is extremely intimidating. Before I can ask her how she knows him he saunters over and looks at her with a loaded promise in his eyes. He nods to me.

  “Hi, Amelia. You’re looking lovely as always.”

  I feel uncomfortable at the look he is giving me and just smile.

  “Thank you, Mr Preston.”

  Scott comes over and watches with interest. I see the look he gives Ashton, and it unsettles me. They are both looking at her with intent and hunger in their eyes. Alarm bells start ringing loudly in my head. Something isn’t right.

  Suddenly, somebody calls, “Dinner is served.”

  I take Scott’s hand and follow him along with everyone else, into a room that is laid out with the most amazing table that I have ever seen. White tablecloths hold polished silver cutlery. Expensive glasses nestle among crisp white napkins and the candles burn brightly amongst beautiful floral arrangements. It takes my breath away.

  I sit quietly next to Scott and take it all in. To my dismay, Grady sits the other side of me and I steel myself for a difficult evening ahead.

  He leans towards me and whispers.

  “I shall look forward to getting to know you much better, Amelia.”

  I just smile thinly and look at who is on his other side. I don’t recognize her but she is a beautiful woman. She has long brown hair that gleams and her lips are painted bright red. I watch as her hand moves under the table and she fondles Grady, squeezing his dick through the fabric of his trousers. I watch him harden in her hands and turn away in disgust.

  Scott turns to me and says in a low voice.

  “Eat as much as you can, Amelia because you will need your strength for later.”

  His hand runs up my skirt and I feel his fingers push the fabric of my panties aside. He plays with me until I feel the excitement consume me. He knows how to turn me on and it appears that even the President sitting opposite us won’t distract him from his need. I almost spit out my wine as he finds the spot and I come all over his hand.

  He settles back and looks at me with dark, heavy, lust filled eyes. “Good girl. That’s just for starters.”

  As we eat, I am conscious of everyone at the table. The women are all beautiful and attentive to their men. Some look comfortable and others nervous. I see many a hand disappears under the table and catch the eye of Ashton sitting at the end. She looks utterly terrified and I see Todd run his fingers down her arm and then under the table.

  I am jolted back as I feel Grady slipping his hands under my skirt. I try to shift away but he pulls me back and inserts his fingers inside me. I feel sick as he jabs them in and out as the girl next to him rubs his dick. Then I notice the woman next to Scott disappears under the table. The next thing I know she is unzipping his trousers and I watch in shock as she sucks his dick. All the time they keep up the conversation. There is a lot of laughing and joking and I look around me with disbelief. Several of the women are now missing and now I know why. I feel ill at what may happen. This is too much. Why would Scott bring me here?

  ***

  Chapter Seven

  Dinner is over and we head back into the large reception room. I notice that many couples disappear upstairs and look for Ashton. She is standing next to Todd, looking terrified as he holds her against his side. Grady is talking to them and I see the same hunger in his eyes as he looks at her. Scott leans down and whispers. “That girl is in for the night of her life.”

  I look at him sharply. “What do you mean?”

  He grins. “Let’s just say there’s a first time for everything.”

  He turns away and I feel sick. I was right. Ashton is in way over her head. If I’m right, she has never been with a man before. The more I look at her, the younger she seems. This isn’t right.

  Then I watch helplessly as Todd propels her towards the stairs. He grins back at the guys and they laugh softly. Scott turns to me and takes my hand.

  “Shall we?”

  I whisper, “Shall we what?”

  He smiles mysteriously. “I promised you something different, didn’t I?”

  As I follow him upstairs, I hope he’s just referring to the location.

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bsp; He takes me to a grand room with a huge four-poster bed dominating its center. He moves across and kicks off his shoes.

  Turning to me his eyes flash and he says harshly.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  I do as he asks and remove every piece of clothing slowly and carefully. He beckons me towards him and pulls me down to my knees before him. He says huskily.

  “Were you jealous seeing another mouth on my dick?”

  I nod. “Yes Master.”

  He laughs softly. “Then show me how it’s really done.”

  I release his throbbing dick and take him in my mouth. I suck and lick him until he groans with pleasure. He pulls me up and onto his lap and I help him out of the rest of his clothes. Then he swings me around and pushes me down on the bed carefully. He then proceeds to take his time and tastes every part of me until I almost scream with need. This time he is slow and tender. He makes love to me like a woman desires to be loved. There is no pain just blissful ecstasy. This is the drug I need. The man I love worshipping me with his body. Tonight, we are lovers. No words are spoken, just gentle kisses followed by more demanding ones. We explore each other bodies as though it’s our first time. There is not an inch on his body that I don’t love and the same for me. The feelings he brings out in me blow my mind and remind me why I love him so much. This man is everything to me. He may be harsh and brutal but he has a softer side that I crave just as much. This is what I need; the drug I am addicted to. As he fills me completely I am consumed with desire. I say breathlessly, “Fuck me, Master.”

  He laughs softly. “Good girls say please.”

  I almost can’t breathe as I scream. “Please! Please fuck me, Master.”

  Then he pounds into me filling me to the hilt. Holding my hands above my head he moves in and out forcefully. He parts my legs further and buries himself inside me. When we come, it’s together in one powerful explosion. Stars fill my eyes and I scream out in ecstasy. He roars and I feel him explode inside me, giving me the part of him I crave. Tears run down my cheeks as I realize what I have lost. This is our last time. I know that; I just hope he doesn’t guess.

  I must fall asleep because the room is dark and silent when I wake up. I reach out and see that I’m alone. The bed is cold beside me and it appears I have been alone for some time. I hear a movement outside the door and hushed voices. I can tell they are trying to be quiet but there is an urgency to the sound.

  Quietly, I slip out of the sheets and pad over to the door. It is slightly ajar and I peer through the thin crack.

  The hallway light is on and I make out several figures. I hear anger in the voices and strain to hear the whispers. I think I hear someone sobbing and press my ear closer to the door. I just make out someone saying angrily,

  “Pull yourself together. Call Donahue, he’ll sort this mess out. Get back and act as if nothing has happened.”

  I hear them move and quickly race back to bed. Pulling the sheets up, I look away from the door. I try to keep my breathing even and pretend to be asleep as someone creeps into the room. They slide in next to me and I just hope it’s Scott.

  Then I feel his arm pull me against his chest and relax. I sigh with contentment as he kisses my neck and whispers,

  “I love you, Amelia. Never forget that. All that I do is done out of love for you.”

  He pulls me in closer and we drift off to sleep.

  I wake up next to the man I love, wrapped in his body. My heart feels heavy and the weight of what is about to happen descends on me like freezing fog. Just for a moment I savor the feeling of his arms, holding me close and keeping me protected.

  He stirs and pulls me closer. I try to still my heart but I can think of nothing but what I am about to lose. He starts to stroke my back and whispers.

  “I love waking up with you, Amelia. It’s how it should be.”

  He pulls me around to face him and my breath hitches as I see the love blazing from his eyes. He strokes my hair and murmurs.

  “My little pet. So loyal and all mine. They wanted to share you last night but I wouldn’t. I wanted you all to myself for one long night. I wanted to love you and show you how much I care. Keep that memory inside you for the next two weeks my angel because it will get us through this dark time.”

  I pull away and note the surprise in his eyes. He leans up and looks at me questioningly.

  “What?”

  I look at him with anger.

  “You say that you love me but you want to give me to another. That isn’t love, it’s sick.”

  He springs forward and grabs hold of my hands and snarls angrily.

  “Of course it’s out of love. How could I leave knowing you were here alone? I heard Didi offer to fix you up. I know how easy it would be for you to find my replacement. You are mine, Amelia and giving you to Grady keeps you safe. Bringing you here and introducing you to my world keeps us safe. We had to come here last night. Don’t think that I’m not an easy target out there. We would be discovered in an instant if I met you at your house or we went to a hotel. I will be a married man with a career to lose if the scandal got out. If we are to continue seeing each other it must be here, don’t you understand that? Today the game changes and we need to be one step ahead. This place is ours to use to be together, safe in the knowledge that nobody will ever know. If they don’t know they can’t break us apart. Grady and the other men will keep our secret as we will theirs. None of us control our lives, Amelia, we just do what we can to get what we want. I could have allowed them all to use you last night, but I didn’t. I don’t want to share you but know that it is a small price to pay for our safety.”

  I glare at him angrily. “So, what you’re saying is you will pass me around like a toy when one of your buddies wants to play, to keep me safe. How can you think that is ok with me?”

  I’m shocked as he pulls me down forcefully and pins me beneath him. He grabs hold of my arms and holds me down, growling, “You don’t have a choice. This is who we are, and you signed up for it the day you became my slave. Don’t question me because you will not like the answers. You don’t have a say in what happens, I do. I’m your Master and you gave yourself willingly to me. I will protect you but don’t push me, Amelia because you know how angry I get. Don’t ruin our last morning with angry words because when we leave here, it will be the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Just do as I tell you and you won’t regret it.”

  A lone tear trickles down my cheek and his eyes soften. He pulls me close and whispers.

  “I love you. I don’t love the woman I’m going to marry. She is nothing but a business arrangement. You are my soul mate and we will have a good life together. Just don’t anger me, Amelia because I will punish you.”

  He starts to kiss me and move his hands down my body. Once again, my body betrays me and I arch towards him like a flower to the sun. I bask in his love and absorb the very essence of the man. How can I love and hate someone at the same time with equal passion? It doesn’t make sense.

  He chases every thought from my mind as he possesses me one last time before he marries another. Before I put into action, the plan that will change all our lives.

  Before I am free.

  ***

  Chapter Eight

  As we head downstairs, I look around me with trepidation. Something happened last night and Scott was involved. The place is deserted and I whisper.

  “Where is everyone?”

  He says shortly. “They all left last night.”

  I look at him in confusion. “When did they leave and why did we stay?”

  He looks at me irritably. “We stayed because I wanted to spend my last night of freedom with the woman I love. How do I know what time they left, I was with you all night?”

  My heart freezes and I can’t help saying, “But you just told me they left. How do you know?”

  He stops and pulls me around to face him. Gripping my wrist, he shakes me roughly.

  “Stop, Amelia! Why do yo
u have to question me all the time? This was meant to be our last night filled with love. Your constant questions and backchat are wearing thin. Don’t make me punish you for stepping out of line.”

  I shrink back as I stare into the eyes of a madman. He changes like the weather and I never know what he’s going to do next. He looks at me angrily and before I know what is happening, he pushes me through a door into another room. He pushes me face down on the bed and holds me down as he pushes up my dress. I feel the blow hit my ass as he punishes me for my words. I bite my lip as he carries on until I can keep it in no more. The tears run down my face and I cry out. “Please stop.”

  He pulls back and turns me around to face him. I see the trouble in his eyes and know that my questions have brought back a terrible memory. He looks tortured and my knees shake as I look at the conflicting emotions passing across his face. Then he sits down on the bed and puts his head in his hands. As I slide next to him and put my hand on his knee, he says in a broken voice.

  “I’m sorry. This is all tearing me apart. The pressure I’m under is taking its toll and I’m taking it out on you. Please accept my apology, my darling. I don’t mean to lose control. Say you forgive me.”

  I hold him and whisper words of forgiveness as I rock him like a baby. The man in my arms is broken, and it strengthens my resolve. He needs to find himself and all the time I am with him, he never will. Both of us must give up whatever this is if we are to stand a chance of happiness. For the first time since we started this I feel strong. When Scott Parker marries Shelby Barrington, I will cease to exist

  The car drops me home at 6am. I spend a long time in the shower trying to make sense of what happened yesterday and last night. I’m not sure what did happen but whatever it was Scott lied to me. He wants me to believe he was with me all night when I know he wasn’t. Somebody was sobbing last night and there were many voices.

  I forego my morning run and decide to head into the office bright and early. This is the last day and there is a lot to do.