"Come here, caveman."
Carlo bounded over to her. As the head of his dick slipped between her lips, Mae felt, for the first time, a heady sense of freedom. She was sexually wild and free. And I love it. And she never would have gotten to this point without Rob. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth as Rob pounded her ass. Mae could have slipped her hands
between her legs to play with herself but she didn't. This was more about possession and being at the whim of two men who wanted only her body. That had never happened before. The feeling of being used purely for their pleasure appealed to her.
"Baby? Are you sure?"
"Yes." She wanted to feel his seed shooting up into her ass. Carlo didn't have the same sensibilities. He just came with a groan. Mae sucked and swallowed, semen dribbling down her chin. Rob groaned. Mae felt the injectionlike hot liquid squirting up into her ass. The heat was sweet and intense. The kisses Rob placed on her back make the moment perfect.
"Fuck, you're amazing." Carlo staggered back from Mae. His drained dick hung long and limp against his thigh.
Rob stayed inside Mae. "You can go, Carlo."
"But—"
'Thank you, but the lady is mine from now on."
"I can't say I blame you, brother."
After Carlo left, Rob pulled out of Mae's ass slowly and led her to the shower. He soaped her skin with a gentleness that made Mae want to cry. He caught her face in his hands. "You need me."
"I need no one." I need you. But how realistic was that? Fairytale romances were not built on what they had. Besides, this was a game to Rob. He had won. She had submitted. There was no reason for him to keep playing.
"So you say, baby."
"So I know."
They exchanged no more words. Rob led her to another room and a bed with clean sheets. They fell into it together, and arms around each other, they fell asleep. When Mae woke later, it was daylight and she was alone.
"Rob?" No answer. Only then did she spot the clothes stacked neatly on the chair. It was almost as bad as leaving money on the nightstand for services rendered. A wave of emptiness hit her. If not for the clothes and the finger mark bruises all over her body, Mae could have sworn it was a dream. "Reality sucks."
Chapter Six
Monday Morning . . . .
At work, Mae went through the motions of her job. She hated Mondays on principle. Missing Rob and wondering where he was made it harder. She had fallen for him as he'd planned. "Damn shame he didn't stick around to catch me."
"So where's the new guy?" Jane-the-pain was the last person Mae wanted to deal with but Jane seemed to have the ability to turn up when you least wanted her.
"He never showed up."
Mae snorted. Typical executive. Make the staff wait to see him but don't show up. People in authority who acted like that made Mae angry. Always 'do as I say but not as I do'. Do as I say. Mae stiffened and thought of Rob. Men. What was the point of them? If I didn't like cock so much I would change teams. "Figures. We dip into the petty cash to splurge on a soiree for him and he doesn't have the good manners to turn up."
"Word is he's in the office today."
"Let the pigeons loose." Word in an office was about as reliable as two tin cans tied together with a piece of string. People only heard what they wanted to hear. "Well, I could care less about this pukeable Parker person." Jane looked at her in distaste. "He could sack you."
"For not caring whether I met him or not? Yeah—that would go over well in an HR hearing. But you'll be all right. You have a history of dropping to your knees and sucking the right cocks. "
"Bitch."
"Cow." The phone rang. Mae picked it up.
"He's on his way," was the hurried, whispered message. She hung up the receiver and looked back at Jane. "Looks like you'll get a chance to hone your cocksucking skills, Janie. He's decided to come and meet the locals." The other woman had no time to respond as Robert Parker appeared in the doorway. Jane smiled her most sycophantic smile.
Mae clutched the edge of her desk until her fingers hurt as she stared up at the new boss. Slowly, she got to her feet, grabbing hold of the back of her chair for support.
"You fucking bastard." The words were not a good career move but she didn't care.
"You could have told me." Robert Parker was Rob. Her own words came back to her. Some new nitwit owner who has a god complex . . . oh you know, a man who thinks we're all going to bow and scrape and beg him to keep our jobs. He had fucked her over to teach her a lesson.
Jane stood speechless, her gaze darting between the two of them. Mae couldn't care less about what happened next. "I'm outta' here."
Robert Parker wasn't about to let Mae to walk out of his life. He had left her in peace for a day to let her think about him and her and what she needed. He stepped in front of her, blocking the exit. "You can't leave, baby."
"Baby?" Jane looked from Mae to Robert.
"Sorry, Jane, I sucked and fucked him first." Mae grabbed her handbag and tried to muscle her way out.
Robert moved fast, stopping her by using his body as a barrier. "You cannot deny what happened between us."
"You're right. You tied me up and made me have sex with you." Jane's eyes were wide as she watched on. "Oh my god!"
"Oh fuck off, Jane," Mae said.
There were times when an audience was titillating and times when it was a pain in the ass. Robert wasn't worried about the other woman. He could control her through threat of job loss if she chose to make life difficult for him and Mae, but he'd rather not go there. Robert took Mae's hand. "We need to talk in private."
"I have nothing to say." Mae pulled away from him. Robert wasn't about to give up that easily. In one swift move he grabbed Mae around the waist, hunched down and picked her up in a fireman's lift over his shoulder.
"Holy shit!" Mae clutched at this back, her head hanging down toward his ass.
"Let me go."
"Shut up, Mae." As much as Robert loved her fighting spirit, he wanted her to understand and accept what they had together.
"You shut up!" She slapped her hand on his ass. He swatted her butt in return. Robert needed somewhere quiet, away from prying eyes. He needed Mae to understand and accept what he had already concluded himself. They were meant for each other, destined to be together. The men's room was the first door he came to. Robert kicked it open.
"Oh yeah, this is very glamorous."
Few women made Robert smile as she did. He placed Mae on her feet and caught at the hand he instinctively knew she would use to slap him. He lifted her palm to his mouth and kissed it instead.
Mae's eyes went wide. "Um . . . ."
"Yes, baby?" He knew she was confused. That was understandable. He was feeling a little the same way. After he left Mae at the house he had walked for what seemed like miles, thinking about her and him and the possibilities.
"You used me!"
Strong women like Mae hated to feel manipulated. The problem was they could never see their strength demanded an equal strength in return. "One simple word would have ended this: stop."
"But I said that." I'm sure I did. Didn't I? Her mind cast back to their time together. Maybe Mae hadn't said that exact word and maybe she could have stopped herself from getting in the car. And maybe pigs will fly. Mae looked in his eyes. A frisson of understanding shot thought her. This was always meant to happen. I’m supposed to be his. What once scared her now excited her.
"I want to build on what we have now. I know we can have more." The sincerity in his voice threw her. What do I believe here? What do I want to believe? Fate was one thing but reality another. "What? Something else besides sex?"
"Yes."
He still held her hand. A sweet gesture, coming from a man who had so sinfully used her body in the most delicious way. "Sex is all we are and all this is."
"Is it?"
"Isn't it?" Mae didn't want to be the only needy one. Robert pulled her close to him. "I believe it's the beginning of someth
ing special." Yes, please. "Love?" The word came out sounding hard and cynical but she knew the racing pulse at her wrist betrayed her.
"Yes."
Mae opened her mouth to make a smartass comment then changed her mind. Time to stop playing games. "I have no idea what love is but I'm pretty this isn't it."
"Why not?"
"Love's not supposed to be this complicated and messy, Rob."
"The best things in life start out messy and complicated."
"Are you serious?"
Robert nodded. "Deadly. What do you feel for me?" So much. "I'm really confused. I want to hate you, yet—"
"Yet?" He smiled at her.
Her heart flip-flopped. "I can't call it love yet." Yet? The man had driven her mad and she was deciding if or when she would tag this as love. I'm crazy. He's crazy. We're prefect together.
"Baby, have you thought of me since we parted? Missed my touch? Wondered what I was doing?"
"Yes." Why lie? Mae knew Robert would see through that as he saw into her. It was rare when one human being understood another so well.
"'Sounds promising."
"Yeah, well, I'm not calling it love until I'm ready." Okay, that was an admission in itself.
Robert laughed and tweaked her nose. "Fair enough." His hands went around her shoulders to her back. His fingers pulled down on her zipper.
"We can't do this here." Even as she said the words, her hands were tugging at the button of his trousers.
"Yes, we can. I'm the boss." Her dress slid down to her hips.
"And I'm supposed to do what you say?" His cock jumped into her hand.
"Always." Robert pulled her dress all the way down and helped her step out of it.
"Are you wet for me?"
Mae had been the minute he had so cavalierly thrown her over his shoulder.
"Yes." She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock.
"Turn around and bend over, baby."
Mae almost said no. The old Mae would have. The old Mae would have stormed out in a rush of indignation. But that Mae was gone. The new Mae realized submitting was not a bad thing. It did not imply weakness. It was actually a strength to give part of yourself to another to receive pleasure. She did as he bid, her lace-covered ass facing him, her eyes on his in the mirror above the sink.
Robert ripped her knickers down. "No more panties. I want you ready for me at all times."
Mae shivered at the thought. "Yes, Rob. I'll do anything you say." That first, hard thrust into her cunt made her knees wobble. Robert's hands circled her waist and held her close.
"Okay, baby?"
"Yes—fuck me."
Robert chuckled. "I have a feeling I'm going to be doing what you say quite often."
Mae smiled. As relationships went, this one looked promising.
~The End~
About the Author
Penn Halligan/Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your ass, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Penn/Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.
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