The Writer's Assistant

by Miranda Lawrence

  I pinned him down, taking my time to kiss him slowly. In the moments that followed, I could have sworn I could feel his body heat climb ten degrees. He moved his hips slightly forward and back to continue the grind against his raging cock.

  To our surprise, I reached out and smacked him.

  “Stop,” I demanded. “Your body is mine tonight. You will move when I tell you to move or not at all. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Xander said.

  “Yes, Marnie.”

  “Yes, Marnie,” he repeated.

  I gripped the collar of his shirt and tugged it open. Buttons ripped off as the threads snapped and clinked onto the floor. I paused to admire his smooth, hard chest for a moment before bending forward for a taste of him. He leaned back to enjoy the view as I teased his nipples with my tongue and teeth. I bit down on his nipple and his body twitched as he yelped in pain. I flipped my head up, tossing my hair to the side, and slammed his shoulders down.

  “I told you not to move,” I said.

  “Yes, Marnie. Sorry, Marnie,” he repented.

  “Strike one.”

  Xander took a deep breath to steady his nerves as I climbed down to my knees. The carpet dug in deep as I clawed down his thighs, teasing his belt. His bulge pressed against his zipper, begging to be free. I could feel my own wetness between my legs. The temptress wasn’t going to wait much longer. I climbed on top of him. The edges of my corset dug into my skin. I tingled at the pain and looked deep into Xander’s eyes. I could see how beautiful he found me and how much he desired me.

  I smiled and kissed him deeply. My heart pounded, caught up in the moment with him. My hands moved down his body until I reached his belt. I yanked it free and tossed it behind my head. It struck something on the table behind us and my ears filled with the piercing sounds of glass clattering to the floor. It shattered but neither of us broke our kiss. Our passions let loose. I pulled his zipper down and he moved up to allow me to tear his trousers from his limbs. He kicked them off and I mounted him again. His hard member teased my dripping lips. I could feel us both throbbing to the steady, quick beats of our pulses.

  Xander reached between us and took hold of his cock. He rubbed it against my wetness and the temptress allowed him one second of friction before I drew my hand back and slapped him across the face once more.

  “Put it down,” I demanded.

  He drew back, hands up in the air as if I pointed a pistol at him. “I’m sorry, Marnie.”

  “Strike two,” I said.

  The devious passions in his eyes turned to a look of playful fear. He wanted to know what would happen if he reached strike three. My heart pounded within me. In all honesty, I had not figured that part out yet myself.

  I gripped him again and our tongues took another dive as I moved to grind him. Xander bucked his hips once, but then quickly reset his position. I let it slide, pretending not to notice his mistake. He was torn between his lustful instincts and following my orders to yield.

  My temptress had been as patient as she ever would be. I moved my hips forward and rubbed his shaft between my lips. His tip hit my clit and my body shook around him. I bit my lips and used the pain of it to try to keep myself centered. To keep from losing control.

  It wasn’t working. I bit down harder as my whole body trembled. My teeth pierced my skin and I tasted the bitter sweetness of my own blood.

  Xander watched my struggle and the ends of his lips curled into a smirk.

  I paused and licked my lips. “What are you grinning about?” I cooed and ran a finger across his cheek.

  “Permission to speak, Marnie,” Xander said.

  “Speak,” I granted. His lips parted. I moved a finger to his mouth and added, “Five words or less.”

  He bit his tongue and considered a moment. “I want your dripping cunt.”

  “This dripping cunt?” I asked and slid my hips forward to grind him again. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned in pleasure. “What if I told you,” I began, “that this dripping cunt is for me. As well as the hard, throbbing cock between us. Until I say otherwise, this cock belongs to me.” I ran my fingers through his thick hair and squeezed tight, pulling his head back. “Do you understand? Nod. Don’t speak.”

  Xander nodded.

  “Good,” I said. I gave his hard rod a tight squeeze and moved it to my throbbing slit. I rocked my hips forward, teasing the tip against me, allowing the tip inside. We both quivered with anticipation. My self-control was failing against the smoldering temptress welling up inside me, oozing out of every piece of me.

  In the end, I lost.

  I pushed his cock inside me. The temptress took over, moving me around and bouncing me on his stiff member. His body tensed with pleasure and he groaned for me in silence, daring not to move. This was my night, I had demanded. And I was going to take what I wanted.

  “Grab my ass,” I moaned in his ear. He reached up with both palms and gave my buttocks a firm, hard smack and squeezed. I laughed as I rode him. “Stick a finger in my ass.”

  Xander’s eyebrows rose. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided not to question it and grinned instead. He put a finger up to my lips and I opened wide and sucked on it, lubing it up with my saliva. I changed my ride to a gentle grind as he moved his hand behind my back again and spread my cheeks apart.

  “Do it, baby,” I moaned and relaxed myself for him.

  He massaged the entrance to my anus and I sighed into his shoulders. My inner muscles tensed up around his shaft and we both trembled. I leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. I took a deep breath of him and relaxed my muscles as he pushed his finger inside me. He put it in slowly, allowing my ass to swallow his knuckles one by one until it was all the way inside.

  I groaned, feeling the double penetration from all angles. I kept up my grind on his cock as he wiggled his finger around inside my ass. The sensation was unbelievable and my moans came from deep within me.

  “Oh god…” I moaned. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  “I wouldn’t dare,” Xander said.

  “Shut up,” I ordered and leaned in for another hard kiss.

  My heart pounded hard, harder than I’d ever felt before. Every piece of me, every nerve, buzzed with pleasure. My temptress took over us both and dragged us through it until we wanted to collapse. But she wouldn’t allow it. We kept going, faster and harder, until I felt all my insides cave in and my orgasm burst forth. I dug my nails into his skin and lost all control of my muscles and limbs. My body shook so heavily, I began to fall off of him. My heart jumped as the adrenaline shot through my veins.

  Xander reached out with his free arm and wrapped it around my waist. I gave him all my trust and relaxed into him. He held me up and I found his strength to be the ultimate comfort as I came down my plateau. Lightheaded and buzzing, I collapsed into him.

  “Permission to speak, Marnie,” Xander said.

  “Speak,” I granted, my face buried in the cushion behind his shoulder.

  “May I cum on your face?”

  I lifted my head and grinned. “Yes,” I said. “You may.” I slid off his member, still rock hard and glistening from my juices. My knees hit his soft carpet and Xander stood up from the couch. I looked up at his cock above me. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, inviting him to shoot inside.

  Xander took hold of his rod and stroked it fast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I presented myself to him and opened my mouth a little wider. His breaths quickened as his pleasures grew until he was moaning between each breath. He rubbed his tip upon my lips as he came, his warm jizz dripping inside my mouth and down my cheeks.

  I licked my lips, loving the taste of him. The strength released from his body and he collapsed back onto the couch. “Thank you, Marnie,” I said, out of breath. “Thank you.”

  I stood up and blew him a kiss. “I’m going to use your shower,” I said.

  ***

  I looked at my naked body in his bathroom mirror. It was slowly fo
gging up with steam from the pipping hot shower, but I could still see the details of my face. Some of his semen had dried on my cheeks, causing them to feel stiff and hard. I smiled at myself and felt his juices move. A tingle fell down my spine and back up again. One thing was certain: I loved this.

  I jumped into the shower and washed him off my face. The water flowed down my skin and my mind wandered off, trapped in contentment.

  I can’t wait to make love to him again.

  The thought crashed through my mind like a tsunami. No warning. Destruction left in its wake. My logical side turned on immediately and pulled the thought apart at its seams.

  You’re not making love. This isn’t a relationship. This is a business. He doesn’t love you. You don’t love him.

  Right?

  A chill ran through my body, fighting the hot water for control over me. My logical side was right. This wasn’t a relationship. Love was never in the contract.

  I washed off what was left behind from our tryst and got out of the shower. Even before I opened the door, I heard the familiar clacking of a keyboard from his office down the hall. Xander was inspired and working. That means it’s time to leave.

  I returned to the living room, wrapped in a towel, and gathered my clothing, careful not to step on the broken glass from before. I slipped myself back into Sally’s dress. I still had a bit of time to get it back in her closet before she returned from class. One last look in the hallway mirror and I made way for the door.

  “Marnie, wait…”

  Xander poked his head out of his office.

  “Yeah?” I asked, turning back.

  “Good job today,” he said.

  “Oh — thank you.”

  “See you next time,” he said and ducked back into his office.

  He said it so casually, as if we were just working buddies.

  But we are working buddies, I reminded myself. That’s all we are.

  ***

  “Well, well, well…”

  Ah, shit.

  Sally sat at her desk as I entered the dorm room. She looked me up and down, recognizing my outfit as her own.

  “Sally,” I began. “I thought you were in class.”

  “Canceled,” she explained. “And I thought you were a total square.”

  I looked down at myself, then back at her. “I can explain this…”

  “Don’t bother, roomie,” she said. “It’s okay. You look a little better than I do in it anyway.”

  “Really?”

  “No. But all kidding aside,” she said as she stood up. “What’s his name?”

  “I’m sorry?” I asked.

  “No one dresses like this for herself. You have a man. Out with it.”

  I sat down at the foot of my bed and bent down to remove my boots. “It’s… complicated.”

  “Sex is never complicated. Well, the way I do it, anyway…” Sally reached out for the boots and I handed them to her. She returned them to their rightful place in her closet.

  I thought about this for a moment. The sex we had really wasn’t all that complicated after all. Xander’s contract made sure of that. “Well, he’s my… boss.”

  Sally paused. “No shit?” she said. “I must say, I was completely wrong about you. There just might be some hope for you after all.” Sally picked up her purse and keys. “I’m headed to the student union for some grub. Care to join me?”

  “I’m actually kind of tired,” I said. “But I’ll take a rain check.”

  “Yeah, you are,” she said with a teasing grin. “See you around.”

  After she left, I returned the rest of her clothing. I collapsed on the bed, naked and warm. My mind wouldn’t stop churning out forbidden thoughts. I wonder what Xander is writing about right now. What is he thinking about? Is he thinking about me? For god’s sake, Marnie, stop it…

  I burrowed underneath my covers and pulled the blankets over my head. I couldn’t tell who was more in control: me or the temptress. Deep inside me, I longed for the fairy tale ending to this story. Something I could tell my grandchildren about someday. But the temptress laughed at me. This wasn’t a tale for innocent ears. This was a tale that would surely end in heartache.

  ***

  I was determined to keep a level head and decided to try and distance myself from Xander. Luckily, it had been over a week since his last call or text and I had began to feel a sense of normalcy again. I sat in my psychology class, heavy-eyed from lack of sleep. The professor was running late, so I closed my eyes a moment and focused on the dull hum that grew louder as more and more students came trickling in.

  “Oh my god, Bethany — have you read it yet?!”

  “I’m half-way through it and it is so good!”

  The over-achievers were back in full force, shouting loudly over the hum. I sighed and attempted to keep my zen.

  “I know! What’s your favorite part?”

  “Definitely the maid scene! I’ve wanted you for sooo long, Roberta!”

  My eyes shot open and I jerked my head around. The girls sat two rows back. The blonde held an e-reader and read aloud from it.

  “I smiled through my gag and allowed the game to continue. Xavier pulled at my uniform, yanking the shoulders down to reveal more of my bare breasts. My hands fell to my side as he scooped my tits into both palms. ‘Your tits are magnificent,’ he groaned as his teeth bit down hard on my neck! Man, this shit is hot!”

  “Excuse me—” I said. I waved to get their attentions. “What is that you’re reading?”

  “Oh, sorry!” she said. “We’ll try and be more… discrete!”

  “No, I don’t mind. I just want to know what it is.”

  “It’s the best book ever!” the brunette claimed. “Just came out this week and it’s already everywhere.”

  “May I?”

  The brunette held the e-reader out to me and I took it. I read the passage to myself, feeling the terrifying sense of deja vu.

  His hands traveled south to my thighs. Goosebumps covered my skin the instant his fingertips grazed the top of my stockings. My knees wobbled and I fell forward into the wall for support. His hands never quit moving. He raised the bottom of my skirt up over my tight ass and squeezed.

  A chill ran down my spine. This was me!

  I scrolled to the table of contents and clicked to the title page.

  THE WRITER’S ASSISTANT

  by Miranda Lawrence

  Every inch of me froze and nausea struck me. A mixture of confusion and anger filled my mind.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  I blinked and looked back up at the two girls. “Uh, yeah—” I said. “I”m fine. You’re right. That’s pretty hot.” I handed the e-reader back to them and turned back to the front.

  They giggled away at the book as they flipped through it some more, quoting their favorite scenes.

  “What if I told you,” I began, “that this dripping cunt is for me. As well as the hard, throbbing cock between us. Until I say otherwise, this cock belongs to me!”

  I stood up from my seat and gathered my books. I threw my back pack over my shoulder and bolted from the classroom as fast as I could.

  It’s everywhere, the girls had claimed. I jumped on the first bus I saw that was headed downtown. Everywhere. People everywhere had been reading about me and the things Xander and I had done to each other.

  Is this why he didn’t want me to read anything he wrote? He was keeping this from me on purpose.

  Blind rage fueled my travels. I picked up my phone and searched the web. I found it in no time at all. The Writer’s Assistant sat near the top of the best-selling erotica list. The book cover sold the premise. A photo of a man in a suit from behind, a woman’s legs wrapped around his waist. The title was centered with deep red lettering. I bought it and it downloaded in seconds. I skimmed through it again, the dull pain in my chest growing with each passing page.

  I got off the bus at the corner of Jaxx Tower.

  “Good morning, Marnie
!” the doorman greeted as I approached.

  I didn’t reply. The aching pain within me had spread to my throat. If I said anything, I feared my tears would prematurely spill over.

  I kept my head down through the lobby and rode the elevator to the top.

  ***

  “Marnie?” Xander greeted. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

  He wore baggy pajama pants and a black tank top. It showed off his muscular shape, but I merely glanced, not wanting to give in to the distraction. I marched inside his penthouse, my eyes still cast toward the floor.

  I flipped to the book cover and held up my phone. “Can you explain this for me, please?” I pulled my eyes off the floor and forced myself to glance at him.

  To my surprise, his face showed no expression. I expected him to have some sort of reaction. On the long elevator ride up here, many scenarios played in my head. I expected remorse. Or apology.

  “What is it?”

  I sighed. “Please don’t play dumb, Xander. I know this is what you’ve been writing.”

  “How?” he asked.

  I skipped the middle and read aloud. “One last thing before we can officially begin,” he said. “We need to consummate the contract.” “Consummate the contract?” “Yes. I’m looking for a certain… sexual chemistry between us. Before we can truly get started producing quality work, I’d like to make certain we have that chemistry,” he said.” I held my phone out to him. “This is the exact conversation we had that first night together. You wrote it down, you wrote everything down, and published it for all the world to read!”

  “So?” he said.

  “So?! You don’t see a problem with this at all?” I asked.

  “No. The only problem I see is that you reading that was in direct violation of our agreement.”

  “Where in our contract did it state you could publish our private conversations?”

  “You know why I hired you. You were here for inspiration. Anything that took place in our sessions was fair game,” he explained.

  “Well, I didn’t think it would be like this.” I said. I plopped down on his couch.