by Kira Blakely
But tonight, I was taking out my frustration with myself and what had happened with Casper on this poor child.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I said, plucking a kitchen towel off a shelf and wiping down the wet floor.
“I’ll eat my carrots. Just please don’t be mad at me,” Zoe said, her lips pouted.
I straightened and roughed up her hair before forcing myself to smile.
“Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Just eat your dinner, and then we’ll get you ready for bed,” I said, pinching her chin and giving it a wriggle.
“Oh please, Aunty Lily… it’s only eight-thirty. Can’t I stay up for half an hour longer?” Zoe begged.
I licked my lips, trying to stop my face from turning red again. I didn’t want her to be able to see the frustration in my eyes. I needed some alone time. I needed to think over what had happened. Get my thoughts back in order. None of which I could possibly do if Zoe was going to stay up.
“You’re going to bed now, young lady,” I said, grabbing my half-empty plate off the table and slapping it into the kitchen sink. It made a loud clambering sound as I did it, which startled Zoe again. I could see the confusion on her face. In the six years that she had known me, she had never seen her Aunty Lily in such a bad mood, at least not around her. I had always managed to keep my frustrations and anger out of Zoe’s sight. But not tonight.
Zoe had fallen silent. I wished I could offer her some kind words to make her feel better, because she was only being a kid. She hadn’t really done anything wrong. But I didn’t want to open my mouth in fear of what I might end up saying. What other caustic words might come spewing out of my throat? And all this because of a man!
“I’m done with dinner, Aunty Lily,” Zoe said, jumping off the chair and handing me her plate.
I took it from her in silence and started washing up.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that she was standing there with a vacant, confused look on her face, wondering what was going on, where her lovable, happy Aunty Lily had disappeared. But I didn’t want to look at her, out of shame and guilt.
“Thank you,” I muttered after several minutes of silence.
“I’ll brush my teeth and get ready for bed,” Zoe said, turning around to go into the spare bedroom, which was always reserved for her. It’s not like I had family or friends coming over to stay at my place that often.
I didn’t reply to her or acknowledge what she said. Instead, I continued washing the dishes in silence. I could hear her brushing her teeth in the bathroom, then changing into her night clothes. I couldn’t even look at myself. It had been several hours, but I still couldn’t forget what I had done in Casper Argent’s office.
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I was blinking up at the ceiling, aware that it was too late to still be awake. But my mind was doing that horrid thing it does when it’s overworked: it just wouldn’t shut off. I could picture Casper’s sandy blond hair, his chiseled bare torso, and now, in the seclusion of my room, I could think about his cock as well. I was allowing my mind to wander.
I usually slept in pajamas, but for some reason, tonight I’d gotten into bed without any clothes on. Under the covers, I was completely naked, and I could clearly see Casper’s bare body floating before my eyes. I didn’t have to imagine too hard; I had seen him with my own eyes. I had seen him stroking himself, that smile on his face, his beautiful, smooth, silky bronze skin, those dazzling blue-gray eyes. I knew exactly what he looked like under all his clothes.
When I touched my breasts under the covers, I realized that my nipples were hard – painfully hard – for Casper’s mouth. As much as I was ashamed of what I did earlier, angry with myself for having debased myself in front of a stranger, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about him any longer. I fantasized about what it would have been like if we’d actually had sex.
I could remember the kiss exactly, how his tongue sought out my mouth, what it felt like when he parted my lips and shoved his tongue in. My hand wandered down to my throbbing wet center now. I wanted him inside me again.
With one swift motion, I threw the covers off. I didn’t want the barrier. I was also sweating, even though it was a relatively cool night. My body was covered in a thin film of perspiration as I dreamed about Casper’s chiseled torso, how he smelled, how his mouth tasted.
My forefinger slid into me. I wasn’t planning on doing it, but it happened. I gasped when I felt it sliding in, imagining Casper’s finger there instead of my own. Before my eyes, I could see his huge cock swinging between his legs, how he held it in his hands like it was some kind of weapon… a weapon for my destruction.
I threw my head about on my pillow and bit down on my lower lip. My middle finger slipped in as well as I continued to stroke myself. I could feel my fingers slipping and sliding in my own juices. It was easy for me to reach that central spot, the one that made my body shiver and my toes curl. Casper Argent was too delicious, too tempting to not think about as I continued to stroke myself.
I was afraid I was going to draw blood as I bit down on my lip harder. But I didn’t care anymore. My body quivered ferociously as I thought about his lips on my body, his tongue leaving a wet trail down my hot belly, down my navel, reaching down to my throbbing wet center before he thrust his tongue into me. The same way my finger was thrusting now, repeatedly, harder, with more force.
I was pounding into myself, biting down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Casper Argent’s tongue was inside me, then it was licking my clit, sucking on my sex, slipping in and out. Stroking me there where I knew I would lose control.
My body was wet, my hair was damp, and a low gasp escaped me before I bit down on my lip again. Casper’s big hands were clutching both my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and finger, squeezing them so hard that it hurt and I yelped.
I was going to come. My fingers were covered with my juices as I slipped in a third finger. My bed was shaking as I wriggled, holding myself down with my own hands. Thrusting my fingers in and out as I imagined Casper’s tongue there, taking control.
My body was reaching the peak. I was going to topple over.
Then I let go. I jumped up in bed, sitting up straight. With one hand, I continued to push in and out of myself, while with the other I clutched the bedsheets tightly. I tried to keep my moan low as my eyes rolled in pleasure. Casper’s smiling, wickedly laughing face floated before my eyes as I came.
When my breathing was slightly recovered, I pulled my fingers out. My breasts rose and fell from the workout. I could still see Casper in my mind, his lips covered with my juices. I shivered as I shook my head, trying to banish his face from my mind. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him. He’d embarrassed me. He had used me to fulfill some kind of twisted ego trip of his. Why was I still thinking about him? Why was I allowing myself to still feel like this?
He’d had an agenda. He’d seduced me for his own selfish purposes. And then he’d had the audacity to offer me a job!
I jumped off my bed and started pulling my robe on. I needed to get a drink of water. I needed to get out of my bedroom, where even in the dark I imagined I could see Casper Argent’s face. More importantly, I knew I had to go check on Zoe and see if she was sleeping soundly.
A chill ran down my spine as I tightened the robe around my body. I didn’t feel safe in my own home anymore. I felt violated. Like Casper Argent had taken complete control over my life. With his cock.
Chapter 8
The next morning, I got out of bed feeling more tired than I usually felt before the submission of a project. I hadn’t gotten any sleep, and I still needed to get through a ton of research.
Marla came to pick Zoe up at eight in the morning, and since then, I’d sat around the house in my pajamas and robe, cradling a lukewarm mug of coffee in my hands.
From the corner of my eye, I could see my computer, imagining it giving me a stern look while I tried to avoid its gaze. I
needed to get my work done, but my mind couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t convince myself to just get up and sit down in front of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about Casper Argent and what happened in his office building and how I had masturbated thinking about him. I wasn’t even angry any more, just upset with myself.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped off my couch. I had a feeling that it was Marla and Zoe again. Maybe she had forgotten something in my apartment.
So, I rushed to the door and swung it open without giving it another thought. When I saw him standing in front of me, my body froze. I was instantly aware of my matted hair, my unwashed face and panda eyes, my three-day-old pajamas and the robe with coffee stains on it.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, like I was accusing him of killing my imaginary cat.
Casper looked wonderful and smelled of freshly pressed linen. His hair was as beautifully styled as ever, like he was ready for the paparazzi. He was in a pair of fawn tailored pants with a casual dark-checkered shirt neatly tucked in at the waist. He still had that sparkling wicked smile on his face. His angular jaw looked freshly shaved.
“I thought I should apologize for my behavior yesterday,” he said in that same calm, soothing voice of his. In comparison, my voice sound high-pitched and nervous, like a mad woman’s.
“How did you find my house?” I asked, crossing my arms over my breasts, in a shoddy attempt to hide my poor clothing situation.
Casper only smiled.
“And how did you get up here? Who buzzed you in?” I asked, rhetorically really, because I wasn’t expecting an answer to that either. It was evident now that Casper Argent always got his way, and he was proud of it.
I could feel my muscles tightening under my robe. I had seen him naked the previous day, and then seen him naked again in my dreams just a few hours ago. And yet he was standing there, fully clothed and looking as handsomely delicious as ever. I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to him. I was supposed to detest his corporate ass. We were fighting him.
“I brought you this,” he said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. I hadn’t noticed the large paper bag in his hand before, and I meekly took it from him. Why was I accepting gifts from him? What was wrong with me?
“What is it?” I asked, as I peeked into it.
“Some craft supplies for you and Zoe. I figured that you could never have enough, what with all the protest sign-making that you do.” Casper had that smile on his face as he said it, like he was making fun of me.
I could see sheets of colored paper, the bottles of glitter glue, a big box of colored permanent markers, and a painting kit. I jerked my head up to look at him.
“I can’t accept this from you,” I said hurriedly, thrusting the bag back in his direction. Casper kept his hands inside the pockets of his pants as he cocked his head to the side and smiled at me again.
“Well, I don’t expect you to accept this for free. I want you to do something for me as well,” he said, and I gulped. Even though he was talking, I was concentrating on his lips moving, imaging what they would taste like if he kissed me again.
“If you’re here offering me a job again, I can’t accept that either,” I said, trying to make my voice sound as nasty as possible.
Casper shook his head, as self-assuredly as always. “We can discuss the job offer later. That isn’t why I’m here. I was hoping that you would accompany me to a company party. You know, be my date for the event,” he said confidently, as though he was definitely sure that I was going to accept.
“What? Why me? What kind of event?” I was in too much shock to actually process the information.
“It’s the christening of a new company location. I don’t have anybody else to ask on such short notice, and I feel like we can get along if we try,” he explained, already stepping back from me a few paces. Who was he kidding? He’s a billionaire playboy, and he can’t get a last-minute date?
“Where is it?” I blurted out, my mind racing a mile per minute.
“It’s in Hawaii, so pack a bag. I’ll send a car to collect you in an hour,” he said, giving me a once over, like he was making fun of my clothes in his head. Then, without waiting for a response, he turned on his heels and went rushing down the stairs.
The bag of craft supplies remained dangling from my hand as I watched him disappear. What did I just get myself into?!
Chapter 9
The car drove me straight to what could have only been a private aircraft hangar. It stopped right on the runway at the bottom of a staircase that led up to the door of a private jet. Casper opened the door for me and held out a hand to help me get out of the car. A sudden gust of wind blew my hair and whirled it around as I took his hand and stepped out. I was too confused, my head was in a tizzy, and I had forgotten by now how to be angry with him. He was flying me to Hawaii on a private jet.
I had packed a small bag, stuffed to the brim with all the clothes that I thought I might need, because I still wasn’t sure how long we were going away for. I wasn’t even sure why I had accepted his offer or why I was doing what he wanted me to do, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I had to see for myself what this was all about, especially now that I knew I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I was by myself.
I had taken a quick shower, arranged my auburn curls into a manageable shape, and changed into a bottle-green velvet dress. It wasn’t exactly the kind of outfit that someone seen on Casper Argent’s arm would be caught wearing. It was vintage and looked slightly dusty, but I wasn’t about to alter my style for his sake. I still had some dignity left in me. My shoes were leather sandals, the only ones that still had a fully functional sole. I also wore a bright-green beaded pair of earrings to match the long, beaded necklace I twisted twice around my neck.
Casper smiled when he first got a good look at me. He seemed to be laughing to himself. But he didn’t seem to regret his decision.
“You look beautiful, Lily,” he said, a little loudly to make himself heard over the roaring aircraft engines. I rolled my eyes at him and slipped my hand out of his grip.
“You should know that I’m only doing this because you bought me glitter glue,” I said, and before he could reply, I led the way, climbing up the steps that led to the jet.
I could hear him laughing behind me as he followed me up, perhaps because I had so suddenly taken the lead, and I held on to the bannister of the stairs to stop myself from shaking as I climbed. This all felt too surreal, like none of this was actually happening, and I was still in a dream.
****
I had never been inside an aircraft like this one. But what else did I expect from a private jet owned by Casper Argent?
Everything was sparkling clean in accents of white and brown. There were no regular seats like the ones that I was accustomed to on commercial flights. This plane was dotted with only a few seats by the windows. And the seats were plush chocolate-brown leather, the armrests adorned with holders for cups and electronics. The wall the chairs faced had a large television screen playing the news on mute. Beside it was an elaborate bar, replete with crystal glasses and decanters of single malts. A bartender was busy dropping perfectly square ice cubes into two glasses.
I walked in, trying to stop my jaw from dropping open. I could sense Casper behind me and he lightly touched my waist before stepping past me.
“Two fingers of Glenfiddich, Jerry. For me and the lady,” he said to the smiling bartender.
“Yes, sir,” Jerry replied.
“A hot towel for you, ma’am?” a uniformed flight attendant in a tight blue dress and a starched hat asked. She had a gold tray in her hands with a pile of the most delicate-looking rolled-up towels on it. She extended the tray in my direction, and I picked one up in an effort to not offend her.
The towel smelled of lavender as I unraveled it and wiped my hands.
Classical music began to play gently in the background, and I looked down at my feet. I was standing on a coffee-brown carpet. I licked my lips
and looked up. Casper was smiling at me.
“We’re taking off in a few minutes, so maybe you should sit down and buckle in,” he said, tipping his head in the direction of the seats.
I walked toward him with the towel still dangling from my hand. When I stood in front of him, I looked up at his face, my mouth dry now from surprise and shock. This was the most beautiful room I had ever been in, and it wasn’t even in a house. Casper Argent definitely lived the high life.
“Have a seat, Lily,” he said, sitting down. I lowered myself into the seat next to his, and then followed his motions of buckling myself in. When I looked around, I noticed that the flight attendant and Jerry had both disappeared. Probably somewhere in the back to buckle themselves into some seats as well.
“I hope everything is to your liking,” Casper said as the plane began to move across the tarmac.
I only looked at him. I had nothing to say. He had seen me in my stained robe, and he had peeked inside my apartment; Casper knew exactly what my standard of living was.
“How long is the flight?” I asked him instead of replying to his question.
“Four hours. So, we need to find something to kill time,” he said, and my skin was immediately dimpled with goose bumps. What did he want to do with me for four hours? I knew what I wanted to do to him. I wanted those lips on mine, his cock inside me, but I only looked away from him. I was afraid that he would be able to see it in my eyes that I was imagining him naked again.
The plane took off so smoothly I could barely even feel it.
In a few minutes, Jerry returned to his station, and the flight attendant appeared again.
This time, her gold tray had a plate of crackers and assortment of cheeses. She placed it on the oak coffee table in front of us.
“You can take off your seatbelt now, Lily,” Casper said, and I did as I was told.
“Is this your usual mode of transport?” I smiled at the attendant in thanks and turned to him again.
