by Kylie Parker
Chapter Three
The next day Lawrence’s assistant brought breakfast and prepped Selena for the day. She was to be touring three different Scriva sites in order to gather information for her story. The assistant, Alice, would accompany Selena for the duration of the day and answer any questions.
“Where’s Lawrence?” Selena asked.
Alice laughed loudly. “Oh, he is working dear. He does not have time to do all the sightseeing and entertain the random journalists.”
Her comments made Selena feel small, and she fell silent only speaking when she had an intelligent or appropriate question. She knew Scriva wanted a fluff piece on how wonderful they were, but she was going to give a fair and accurate interpretation. Selena ignored multiple calls from her editor, not sure whether to be angry or elated and chose a mixture of both with an attitude of professionalism. She focused on pretending the whole thing was a job interview because she had the underlying feeling this was a test. After lunch with Alice, who had as much charm as a bored sloth, she was taken back to her room. Before she turned to walk away, Alice spoke. It sounded like she was reciting orders.
“Go in and write your article. Then in two hours Lawrence will review it. Be ready for dinner at that time, wearing a different dress. Something short.” Alice said nothing else, only walked away.
Feeling infuriated Selena couldn’t believe Scriva thought they would control the story she wrote. To have them review it was not uncommon but usually electronically after the work was done. In any case, having nothing else to do, Selena sat down and worked on the article, contacting her editor to check in and report progress. A lot of the information was a blur as she checked out a rough draft.
A knock at the door broke her concentration. She opened it and was surprised to see Lawrence standing there dressed casually in a loose shirt and light pants.
“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “How was the tour?”
“It was very thorough and informative; there is a lot of information to include,” Selena responded as he stepped closer to her she slumped onto the bed and instantly regretted it. Her breasts bounced loose under her shirt, and her eyes glanced quickly towards the chair where her bra sat.
With his eyes on her chest, Lawrence sat beside her. “I was hoping your day went well. It looks like you are making yourself at home.” His gaze traced the room and landed on her bra. He stopped for a moment and looked back at her chest.
Selena blushed and went speechless; she should be discussing the article and the angle from which she would write it, but her brain felt sodden, and she sighed. Staring at his large hands, she silently urged him to touch her so she could unleash the passion she felt for him.
“We’re not finished yet.” He said sliding closer to Selena.
Uncertain and still feeling like she was taking part in a test, Selena tilted away from him. Her breasts bounced as if to denounce the motion and Lawrence put a hand on her waist, at the edge of her shirt. Hearing a slight moan, he put his hands under her shirt on her stomach before moving in slow circles to her back and breasts. She arched into him and groaned. He silenced her with his mouth pushing hard into her and removing her shirt with one hand and then climbed on top of her. He still had her shirt balled up in his right fist.
“This is against the rules.” He whispered into her ear grunting.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her, kissing his neck, enveloping his essence. “Don’t you ever just stop and have fun.”
Dark eyes clouding over he looked at her with a smirk and slowly smiled. “Oh, I like to play, and I am going to introduce you to my game.”
Pinning her down she writhed beneath him feeling wet at her powerlessness and his ability to pleasure her. She didn’t want to speak because everything she would say would add to the weirdness and she was too turned on to want it to stop. Lawrence was movie star sexy and suave and obviously rich and powerful. Having him on top of her was strange and random and amazing. As another moan escaped her lips, Lawrence pushed into her more forcefully and moved away.
“Now let’s get you dressed.” He said as he stood up and strode towards the closet. Opening the door, he rummaged through the dresses and took out two he seemed satisfied with them. He looked back and forth between the two dresses and finally held one out. It was a short black strapless mini dress and in it, Selena would be showing a lot more skin than she was used to and she would have to be naked underneath to pull it off.
“Put this on. I will use your bathroom and freshen up, and we will go.” He looked at her like he wanted to stay right where they were and continue where they left off. Instead, he walked to the bathroom, and she followed with her eyes, imagining jumping in the shower with him.
Selena stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled on the tight dress. It was short and low-cut, but her breasts filled it nicely, and she was surprised at how comfortable it was. Instead of entering the bathroom she gave herself a once over in the mirror by the door and waited.
Chapter Four
On their way to an employee appreciation dinner, Lawrence was quiet for a time. He had slid in next to her, but he had been quiet, and she was too nervous to touch him.
“We didn’t get a chance to talk about the article.” She said tentatively.
“I haven’t wanted to talk about that.” He replied.
“Oh? Why not?” She asked.
“I am not happy you sent a request to your editor without checking with me first.” His tone became serious.
“How do you know that?” Selena asked. When he didn’t answer, she laughed it off and said, “Well I guess you will have to punish me.”
He drew a sharp breath, and his voice came out gruffer than usual. “How do you think I should do that?”
Seeing that he was turned on flipped a switch for Selena, and she was ready to play with this gorgeous billionaire. If he wanted games, she could give them to him. “I think you better spank me to teach me a lesson.” She said in a sweet voice.
Before she could breathe, he grabbed her and bent her over his lap. Rolling her over he pulled her dress up exposing her bare cheeks. His hand caressed her, and before she could struggle, he spanked her hard twice on each cheek. Selena cried out and felt a tingle all over her body. Before he covered her, he sat her up on his lap and kissed her hard. Then he adjusted her dress and set her down on her seat. She was panting and trying hard to control the outburst of emotion inside her. Wet between her legs she wiggled in her seat a little.
“Now will you behave?” He asked, seeing how turned on she was.
“No.” She said stubbornly and smiled.
Lawrence growled and moved towards her when the door opened, and they were greeted with flashbulbs.
“This is employee recognition gala so just smile pretty and stay close I am sure you will gather all the information you need here.” He put an arm behind her back and smiled widely while guiding her through the crowd.
When they finally arrived at their table, Lawrence held out a chair for Selena to sit and then took off looking for some drinks. Once again, Selena found herself struggling to stay afloat as she made mental notes on what to send to her editor in the morning, hoping Edwards had gotten back to her with some direction. She was used to cut and dry court pieces where she reported the facts. In this situation, there were no cut and dry facts. There were the facts Scriva wanted to be published, and there was a deeper story as well, something they worked hard at hiding. Then, of course, there was the more recent X-rated story. All her mind kept traveling to was Lawrence on top of her, and how she wanted so much for him to fill her and pleasure her in ways, he could only achieve.
Throughout supper, Lawrence kept the conversation light and friendly with their table mates. At the same time, Lawrence was whispering in her ear, though not entirely visible to anyone else he told her how hot she looked when she was eating her breadsticks. When he touched her thigh, she bit her li
p so she would not tremble or call out his name.
This was a game to him, seeing how riled up he could get her and it was putting him in a good mood. Fortunately, it was a big banquet and the lights were soon dimmed so that the main presentations could begin. Everyone turned to face the stage which left them alone, and Lawrence was enjoying the game. He slipped his hand under her mini dress. Slowly rubbing circle upwards on her inner thighs, he pushed the mini-dress aside.
“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear before one of his colleagues interrupted.
At that moment her phone rang, the emergency ring from her editor. She excused herself, walked around for a while looking for a quiet spot and finally opted for a hidden nook behind the coat check. She hoped everything was alright because she already felt that she was in over her head. She checked her phone, no messages.
Biting her lip and thinking for a while about what the problem could be she reluctantly called Edward’s home phone number. He picked up on the first ring and was very jovial.
“Selena, good to hear from you. I got the article for the first story, and it is out of this world. Also, your idea for a follow up is phenomenal. Everyone loves it and you are approved for travel allowances and expenses for your next two days where you are. Keep up the good writing.” Her editor hung up after a very one-sided conversation.
Fortunately, for Selena, she did not say anything. If she had it would be that the story didn’t come from her, what was he even talking about? Shaking her head, she stood still racking her brain for what was happening. This being a dream was the only explanation that could explain the strange occurrences all around her. Lawrence Scriva’s charm went beyond wanting to impress her for the magazine; she was so taken by his grace and body that she dreamt up a sex dream. Right? Pinching herself, she figured it was worth a try to see if she would wake up but of course, it did nothing. She thought in wonder about staying here for another two days. It was like a fantasy and Selena hoped she did not get uncovered as a fraud in her own fantasy.
“What are you doing hiding out here?” Lawrence said, walking up behind her.
Whirling around she lost her balance, and he caught her. “What do you know about me staying here longer?”
“Oh, you heard the good news then. We will have two days to play while your work gets taken care of for you.” His arms slid up and down her body as if to warm her from an unknown cold.
Selena cocked her head sideways and bit her lip. “Are you saying you wrote that article…but I…”
Before she could finish, he closed her mouth with a kiss, slipping his hand into the top of her dress to caress her breasts. “What I really want to do.” He said, groaning as his body gyrated against her. “Is to bend you over that bench over there.” As he pointed to the bench, his arm slid under her, groping between her legs, up her thighs and he caressed her with his fingers. She leaned into him with a sigh and ran her fingers through his hair while he fondled her. He probed with his fingers, his face on her breasts and she gasped at the pleasure in such a public place. Anyone could walk in at any time, and she didn’t care just as long as he kept stroking her, touching her, sucking her. The dress Lawrence had chosen had given him ample access to the pleasure places so he could enjoy her body when he needed to. The rhythmic intimacy and stroking touch built into waves of intensity and Selena cried out as she climaxed.
She leaned into his broad chest, and he held her with one hand, ensuring her breasts were once again nicely tucked away. He grazed them and felt her hard nipples which caused him to shiver. At the sound of someone approaching, they gave each other a dirty little smile as Lawrence smoothed over her dress and took a step back.
“Mr. Scriva, we are waiting for your speech in the other room. After you, we are done for the day and everyone is ready to let loose.” A short man with no hair peeked around the corner and spoke nervously before flitting away.
“Well, duty calls,” Lawrence said to her stepping away completely. His shoes squeaked as he turned on his heels and headed back into the room. Before he finally left, he said: “we will continue this very soon.”
Selena smiled until he left, and then she crumpled to the floor and touched where she was wet. If this fantasy was going to be real, she might as well enjoy it. Feeling turned on and uncertain she walked back into the room with a swagger, waiting to hear Lawrence give his speech. Afterward, she awaited his return with hungry eyes. He got a standing ovation and person after person came up to him and congratulated him shaking his hand and often sharing ideas and insight. It was exhausting, and she was only watching from a distance. He finally made his way to her briefly wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her gently on the cheek. Then he was pulled back into the discussion with management, employees and others. He turned down all offers to dance and finally, forcefully pushed himself out through the room.
Chapter Five
After Selena had lost sight of Lawrence, she took a few steps back and leaned against the immense bookshelf. Taking a breath Selena tried to remember this event from a journalist’s perspective but was not able too. Her brain had turned to mush, and all she was thinking about was what Lawrence had just done to her in plain sight. He was adventurous, and she thought he had only just begun. A panel in the bookshelf moved and Selena was grabbed and pulled backward. A gloved hand covered her mouth, or she would have screamed. As the panel closed again, they were immersed in darkness, and Selena was dragged off with her mouth still covered. After turning a corner, they stopped, and light from a nearby glass door illuminated Lawrence’s face looking like he was enjoying the tease.
“Well, now it looks like we have some free time. Will you join me for a nightcap?” He said, and he held the door open for her.
They entered a room made entirely of glass but covered in an opaque coating that gave it color, interest, and privacy. There was only one chair in the room, and Lawrence sat down on it looking up into her eyes playfully.
“You have secret passageways in your house?” Selena spoke in awe. “This is the most incredible experience of my life. I mean the most incredible place I have ever been. But I have to know, do you get ghostwriters for all your journalists?”
“You have spunk and sassiness in you that I didn’t expect. With your innocent beauty, I expected to get what I saw, but I like this twist.” Lawrence sat back in his chair looking her up and down like she was a work of art he was going to take home.
“When are you going to stop avoiding my questions?” She said, “And where is this nightcap you talked about?”
Laughing he shifted in his seat and pointed to a wall where a shelf with a bottle and two glasses immerged. They were not there before.
“I do not wish to speak of the article arrangements. After a while, we will talk about it again. Was your editor not pleased with what you wrote?” He asked.
“My editor was thrilled. The problem is I didn’t write it.” Selena insisted. “And I do not even know what it says.”
“Fetch us a drink from over there will you,” Lawrence said, looking bemused. “I don’t often meet people that are upset when they get help completing their work. Especially if a phenomenal job has been done. You are just full of surprises.”
“That is something I could say about you also,” Selena said eyeing him closely. She felt like she was being interrogated rather than seduced. This man was more difficult to figure out than anyone she had ever met. He was hot then he was cold. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and then he wouldn’t touch her. Not to mention his obsession with control. That was one Selena noticed right away and was a potential angle to take the story. But as things got more complicated and someone from inside Scriva was writing her articles, she wondered how far he would go for control.
Lawrence went quiet, watching her pace around the room following her with his eyes. “Come here.” He said finally.
She walked over to him.
“Kneel down so I can look at you when I am talking to you.” He sai
d almost reaching out to her but pulling back at the last minute.
“You could use some furniture in this room it is kind of sparse.” She said, wondering what he was getting at. She didn’t move.
“Kneel,” Lawrence commanded, and Selena’s feet turned to rubber. The gruff, demanding voice brought butterflies to her stomach, and she tingled at how he got what he wanted.
Looking at him, waiting for her to do his bidding she desired to touch him. She reached out and caressed his arm, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her knees. Hitting the ground with a thump, she cried “ow” and the hard landing reverberated through her, bouncing her breasts and leaving her breathless. Breathless once she saw Lawrence’s face. It too was wrapped with desire and she wanted to lean in and kiss him. But she better not, she giggled to herself. Not until he gave her permission.
“No I don’t like you there; come, sit on my lap.” He opened his arms waiting for her.
Taking a moment, Selena decided to do some teasing, and she stood up, wiggling her hips in front of him before turning around and bending over right in front of him. She heard him emit a small moan and took it as an invitation to continue. Very lightly she slid back on his lap, grazing it with friction. She rocked her hips back and forth while hovering, just touching his lap and then she sat firmly, pushing her bum into him. She could feel him getting hard under her in response. He turned her face to his and kissed her deeply. Selena responded eagerly and took him in, seeing that he was trying to catch his breath.
After many minutes of him looking at her, his hands on her shoulders, he started moving them in circles. And then larger circles, widening his reach and pushing her dress out of the way. Her breasts popped free, and he immediately encircled them, tracing his fingers and then mouth along the voluptuous mounds. Selena sat still and let the intensity and distinct arousal reverberate throughout her body. She moved to kiss him and tugged his shirt off moaning as she leaned into him, skin on skin. Growling he pulled at her dress until she heard it rip and she was naked. She straddled him, her breasts in his face as he unzipped his pants and entered her. Rocking on top of him her desire intensified as she leaned her head back and called out. Running his hands over her breasts and up her neck, he caressed her face before encircling her neck with his hands. Moving with increased intensity, she pushed herself forward into his strong arms and choked off the air while her body moved with waves of passion into oblivion.
