by Box Set
I'm not sure if I should laugh or slap him. "Okay," I reply, drawing out the word. It's not okay, but Luke should be well versed at his age in the subtleties of the female response. There are about twenty definitions to the word okay when speaking to a woman.
"The last time you saw Boyd he got you drunk." Luke takes the plate I offer him and sits at the breakfast table in front of the window, but his eyes are on me. I remove the last waffle from the maker and drop it on my plate before sitting across from him.
"Boyd didn't get me drunk, I got myself drunk." I shake the can of whipped cream as I speak.
"He shouldn't have let you."
"Let me?" This conversation is getting more ridiculous by the second. "He doesn't own me, so why is he responsible for me?"
"Don't be cute, Sophie. He should have taken better care of you."
"Give him a break, Luke."
The fingers of Luke's left hand tap on the table. "I should get to know him then. What time is lunch?"
"I just walked right into that, didn't I?"
Luke smiles, smug in the knowledge that he got what he wanted. "You don't want to have lunch with both of us?"
I shrug. "Seems awkward."
He leans back in his chair and smirks. "I'm awkward?"
"You're never awkward and you know it." He's dressed for the day in a gray sweater and dark jeans. His hair is still damp from the shower and I want to sit on his lap and breathe in his aftershave while running my fingers through his hair, but we have things to do.
"Just be…" I trail off.
Luke raises a brow at me in question.
I sigh. "Nice."
"Whatever you want, Sophie." He's so agreeable. When he gets what he wants.
We walk to Joan Shepp, an upscale store just up the street from Luke's, to look for a dress for this gala. Well, Luke discusses options with a saleswoman—I just stand there fidgeting.
"She'll try all of these," Luke says, indicating the selection the saleswoman has pulled.
"Luke, no." I pull at his arm. I don't think I want any of these dresses. This store is making me nervous. I cannot afford to shop here.
"You haven't even tried them on yet. If you don't like any of these we can try another store after lunch."
Alone in a dressing room I undress and finger the price tags. I know a dress from Target isn't going to cut it in Luke's world, but I didn't realize the discrepancy was so great. Three thousand, six hundred and ninety-five dollars. Eighteen hundred dollars. Two thousand, four hundred and twenty-five dollars. Wait, here's a bargain—nine hundred and fifteen dollars. I'm sure Luke intends to pay, but I have no frame of reference for this. The nicest dress I've ever worn was to my prom and my prom date most certainly did not take me to the store and buy my dress.
There's a knock on the door. It's the saleswoman asking how the dresses are fitting and letting me know that the gentleman would like to see the fit.
I groan and pull the "cheap" dress off the hanger and slide it on. It's pretty, gray and slinky with a plunging neckline. I'm not wearing heels so it drags on the floor. I pinch the fabric at mid-thigh with my fingertips to raise the hem and walk out to find Luke. He's texting but stops and frowns when he sees my face.
"What's wrong? You don't like this one?" His gaze runs up and down my form. "It fits you perfectly."
I shake my head no. "Can we leave?" I ask quietly. Luke examines my face, waiting for more from me, but it's not coming.
"Okay," he agrees, but I can tell he's confused.
I strip out of the dress and change back into my jeans and sweater as quickly as possible and sigh in relief.
We exit the shop and walk towards Market Street. We're meeting Boyd at the Capital Grille.
"Care to explain, Sophie?" Luke interrupts my thoughts as we walk. His eyes are focused ahead.
I shrug.
"Words, please."
"I don't want you to buy me a dress."
"Why not?"
I shrug again.
"Sophie." His tone indicates he's not amused.
"I just don't."
He's quiet then as we walk, our feet crunching over the shoveled sidewalks, cars swooshing past us on the street.
"Did you want me to find another date so you can stay home?"
"Like Gina?" I retort.
"What the hell does Gina have to do with this?" He sounds close to exhausted with me but I shrug again. I'm pretty sure based on the tick in his jaw that he'd be spanking my ass right now if we weren't in the middle of the street. I know I'm behaving like a brat, but I don't have any answers for Luke. I don't know how to express why the dress bothers me, but it does. Maybe it signifies how different we are. Buying expensive dresses and attending galas is not anything I see in my future, even after graduation.
"This is a black-tie event, Sophie, you need an appropriate dress if you're going to attend, and I'd like you to attend."
"I want to go with you." I trail off and then Luke gets a call, so I'm saved from elaborating. We've reached the Capital Grille on Chestnut, where we’re meeting Boyd for lunch. Luke indicates I should go in while he finishes his call and I gladly take the opportunity to postpone this conversation.
Lunch is slightly nerve-racking. Luke spends the hour interrogating Boyd, which Boyd seems oblivious to, thankfully.
I'm trying to get to know Boyd. I'm not sure that we have much in common, but he's family. I don't know why Luke joined us, as he seems more interested in finding a reason why I shouldn't associate with Boyd than in getting to know him.
We part ways outside and I give Boyd a hug. I watch him walk away for a moment then turn and start walking with Luke in the opposite direction.
"I thought you agreed to be nice to Boyd, Luke."
"I wasn't nice?"
I roll my eyes and Luke raises his eyebrows.
“You were a little aggressive.”
"Okay. I’ll work on that." He takes my hand and we walk on in silence.
"What if I can't find a job right away?" I blurt out. "After graduation."
"I'll help you."
"Luke, no! That's not what I meant. And you're a doctor, how are you going to help me find an accounting job?"
"I meant financially, but I'm sure I could line up some interviews for you as well. Hospitals have plenty of accounting work."
"I meant, what if I have to waitress until I find a job? Are you still going to want to take me to charity galas? I'm a barista now, it's not any different than waitressing, I just make less money."
Luke pulls me over against a building, out of the path of people walking past, and puts his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to his. "Sophie, what are you getting at?"
"Why do you love me? I'm a college student and you're… you! You're a doctor with a trust fund and a fancy penthouse. You're cultured and associate with people who host charity events or sit on boards of companies. You have a housekeeper, Luke. I do my laundry in a coin-operated machine that I share with a hundred other students."
He tilts his head a little as he listens to me, then backs me into the brick wall of the store we're standing in front of and drops his forehead to mine and shuts me up with a kiss.
Chapter 26
We finish our walk back to Luke's and he doesn't mention stopping anywhere to look at dresses. I'm not sure what to make of that, nor am I sure how to resolve my feelings about him paying for a dress, so I don't say anything. Entering the penthouse, I quickly realize we're not alone.
"Uncle Luke!" Bella comes tearing down the hallway and jumps onto Luke without slowing down. He laughs and tosses her in the air, which makes her squeal in delight. Seeing me she beams. "Soapy!" She wiggles her way back to the floor and grabs my hand. "We bring you Mommy's dresses!"
I let Bella lead me to Luke's bedroom, where I find Meredith hanging dresses in the empty walk-in closet closest to the door.
"Great, you're back from lunch." Meredith gives me a hug and Luke kisses her on the cheek. "Luke said you wanted t
o borrow a dress for the gala next weekend, so I brought over a bunch. I'll leave them all here as they won't fit me anytime soon," she says, patting her tiny baby bump. "If you don't like any of these I have tons more."
Luke is leaning against the door jamb. "You don't mind?" I ask Meredith.
She scoffs. "Of course not. I have more dresses than I will ever be able to wear. I wouldn't even notice if you didn't return these, trust me."
"Thank you, Meredith," I say as I take in the rack of dresses. She must have had the concierge help her up, because there are eight dresses hanging neatly in a row. At least two of them will work. "These are perfect. I really appreciate it."
"Luke would have been happy to buy you a dress, you know. He'd buy you anything you wanted."
"I know," I respond, meeting her curious gaze. "I'm just not ready for that."
Meredith smiles. "Let me know which dress you decide on and I'll send over the shoes, bag and wrap to match."
We exit the unused closet and find Bella jumping on the bed with Luke keeping a close eye on her.
"Five little monkeys jumped on a bed," Bella chants. "One fell off and bumped her head! Luke said no more jumping on the bed!" Bella giggles hysterically. "Seven little monkeys jumped on a bed!" She continues on in non-numerical order.
"Come on, monkey, it's time to go home."
"Catch me, Uncle Luke," Bella yells as she launches herself off the bed with no warning. Luke catches her, of course, and swings her around before placing her on her feet, where she takes off running for the front door. I wonder if my life would be different if I'd been as confident as Bella at her age, surrounded by people who would never let me fall.
The front door shuts behind Meredith and Bella, and Luke turns to me. "Is borrowing a dress agreeable?" He cocks one eyebrow.
"I love you back," I reply instead.
His eyes spark before his lips twitch in a grin. "The trick was borrowing things for you?"
"I'm curious about anal."
His eyes positively light up. "I can help you with that," he responds, picking me up by the waist so that I wrap my legs around him as he walks us back to the bedroom. "We can call it a loan from your pussy to your ass, if this borrowing thing is what gets you hot."
I laugh at that before he wraps a hand into my hair and tugs hard, pulling at my scalp. The slight pain sends a trail of want straight down my core, ending in a throb between my legs. I return the favor, placing both of my hands in his thick hair and tugging hard. He groans into my mouth. I love it when he groans. I love all the noises he makes when we're together. He's normally so polished, controlled. Knowing I make him lose himself, it's intoxicating.
His fascination with sticking it in my ass thrills me, if I'm being honest. It's like he can't get enough of me, like he wants to be inside of me in every way possible. It's so taboo, yet he doesn't flinch at sticking his finger in my back end, or his tongue. I want to experience his cock there too.
"Luke, I want you to come in my ass, okay?" I tug his head back and look in his eyes. "I want to feel you dripping out of me when we're done."
"You filthy little bitch, you're gonna be the death of me."
He stands me next to the bed and pulls my sweater off over my head while I scramble to remove his. He undoes my pants next, pushing me back on the bed once they've cleared my hips and then dragging them the remaining way down my legs with my panties.
I move to scoot back on the bed but he stops me with one word. "Stay." My ass is on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor as he leans forward and unsnaps my bra.
"Hands," he says and I'm confused by the request but I hold them up. He pushes my palms together then uses my bra to bind my hands before pushing me onto my back and raising my legs off the floor. He's got me flat on my back, arms restrained over my head as he bends me in half, my spread knees on either side of my head.
"Jesus, look at you." His eyes travel over my body. I'm not hard to see in this position. It's late afternoon and every window shade is open. The penthouse height provides privacy that the sunlight does not. I squirm under his gaze. I don't care how many times Luke's fucked me or how much pussy he's seen in his life, being spread out this baldly makes my heart race in some combination of voyeuristic enjoyment and insecurity.
He drops his pants and palms his thick length, running his hand up and down. He's not gentle with himself, his grip firm, exactly like he instructs me to grip him in my small hands when I get the chance. "Use both hands, Sophie," he'd say. "Be firm, your cunt is tighter than your grip."
Luke hasn't touched me yet, just keeps his eyes between my legs, my body open to his view as he touches himself. I feel wetness gather at my entrance, about to spill over, and I know Luke sees it too because he groans and drops to his knees besides the bed and rims my entrance with his tongue, wiping me clean.
I arch my back off the bed. His face between my thighs is my undoing. He grips my already spread cheeks and spreads them wider, further opening my asshole to him.
"You like my tongue in your ass, don't you?" he murmurs as he rims my asshole with his tongue.
I feel a slap against my open pussy when I don't respond and I jump, the added blood flow making me insane. "Yes, I love it, Luke. You know I love it."
"Of course I know, but I enjoy hearing you admit it."
"I love how you touch me, Luke. I always feel safe even when you're doing things to me that should scare me."
He kisses the insides of my thighs as I talk. "Thank you," he says, a second before running his tongue flat across my asshole and sliding two thick fingers in my pussy. "I think you like my fingers in you almost as much as you like my cock. Don't you?"
"I prefer your dick, but your fingers are magic," I answer before he can dream up another way to tease me for not responding.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard your entire body will hurt tomorrow."
"Yes," I agree and buck my hips against his hand, trying to get pressure on my clit.
"I love your tight holes, baby. I love that I'm the only one who's been in them." He pumps his fingers in and out. "You're awfully pure for such a little slut."
I come then, his fingers working that magic spot inside of me to perfection, his dirty words sending me over the edge. He removes his fingers and plunges them into my behind, coated in my own come. The sudden intrusion is painful, my body shocked between pleasure from my orgasm and pain from my rectum. It intensifies my orgasm to a point I'm not sure I can handle and I cry out.
"Shh, babe, you're fine," Luke consoles me, kissing my breasts as he continues stretching my ass with his fingers. He's scissoring his fingers in my ass wider than he's done before. It burns, but the pain feels good. He bites my nipple hard as he widens the stretch and my body isn't sure which pain to focus on.
Withdrawing his fingers from my ass, Luke yanks me to a sitting position and frees my hands from their constraints. "Face down, ass up." He slaps my ass hard as I turn over with my knees to the edge of the bed, ass in the air and propped on my elbows. It's a position I'm familiar with.
Luke pulls a tube of lube from the nightstand. I know this lube well. It's been taunting me from the nightstand since the first time I snooped through Luke's drawers back in October. The condom supply ran low once we started going bare. He replenished those after my hangover-induced vomiting last month, but the lube remained constant. Luke's mentioned anal on and off and I'm not naive enough to discount the fact that the lube was here before me.
Luke can stick his fingers in my ass and make all the comments he wants about fucking it, but I don't feel pressured. I'm curious. Everything Luke does to me feels good. Even when it's a little painful, it's good. I enjoy his fingers in my ass when his mouth is on my clit, that's for sure. And I know he enjoys the occasional finger in his ass while his cock is down my throat.
He lines up behind me with the unopened lube still in his hand and slides into me in one thrust as he flips the top on the lube and coats two fingers.
"I'm
gonna finger-fuck your ass while I fuck your pussy," he tells me as he slips a finger into my ass. "You feel that? I can feel my cock with my finger from inside your tight ass." He thrusts his penis deep and stills, sliding his finger back and forth in my anal passage where it aligns with his dick. It's so damn tight like this, with both holes occupied. He pours more lube directly into my back end and slides a second finger in. I flinch and lurch forward on the bed.
"Stay." Luke slaps the side of my thigh with his free hand.
"Wait." I twist and turn my head to look at him. "Wait, I have a question."
He stills for a moment then withdraws his fingers, followed by his cock, then reaches into the nightstand for a tissue and wipes his fingers, but keeps his eyes on mine. "What is it, Sophie?"
"Um." I bite my lip then blow out a breath. "Will it go back?"
Luke remains almost expressionless but cocks an eyebrow. How does he not know what I mean? "Will my asshole go back to normal?" I nod towards his dick. "You're really large. Will I, um, still poop normal after this?"
The room is dead silent then. A few seconds tick by like minutes and then Luke loses it laughing. He sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows on this knees, shaking. "Christ, Sophie."
"You asshole! You're laughing at me? You're the genius doctor. 'Ask me anything, Sophie. Don't be shy, Sophie.'" I'm still on my knees, looking at him over my shoulder. I flip and sit on my butt, drawing my knees to my chest. "Liar!" I shoot at him.
"Sophie." His tone is warning.
"Would you prefer if I got answers from my girlfriends? 'Hey, girls, Luke is hung like a donkey and he wants to put it in my ass. What should I expect?'" I scoot to the edge of the bed. "I'll call Jean right now, you jerk." I start to get up but Luke grabs me and pulls me onto his lap.
"I'm sorry, baby," he says and taps me on the nose with his finger. "You're right, I just thought your questions would be verbalized before I was about to stick my dick in your ass."
I place my palm on his chest and look up into his face. Waiting.
He clears his throat. "Your asshole will be fine. With proper stretching and lubrication your anal tract will not be damaged and you will continue to…"—he pauses, searching for my terminology—"poop just fine. But stretching and lube are essential. Got it?"
