by Elaine May
“You’re so beautiful.” He says as my clothes get kicked to the side and he starts a slow lick up my leg, he’s wet and soft and I just want him to go higher.
“I should go.” He stops what he’s doing and just looks up at me. His hands have a firm grip of my ankles.
“You’re not going anywhere. Now that I have you I’m never letting you go again, princess.” He takes a hold of both of my legs and raises them and I quickly wrap them around his hips. He finds my wrists and stretches them above my head, holding them in place as he takes my mouth hostage. His tongue flicks and flutters over mine and I shudder when his free hand lands on my arse. I moan against his neck and my head tilts forward as he squeezes a cheek. The head of his cock starts to press against my entrance and I buck my core towards him, just wanting him to delve into my depths.
“You want what I have for you, princess?”
“Oh God yes please.” Without waiting to be told twice he pushes a little into me and then as if it isn’t enough, he changes his mind and shoves himself all the way in. I release a cry, my back arching to feel him more. He pulls out halfway and reaches his free hand down to play with my clit. He sinks back into me slowly. My core, my thighs, they are all trembling with the need for more of him.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I whisper in his ear. Every time we are like this together, even without the sex it seems to be worth it.
He is amazing, he just knows the right way to touch me and I am merely his musical instrument of choice. I’m sure he’s trying to press himself right into my soul.
“I don’t ever want to stop.” I say as the truth claws itself up my spine. I could like it when we spend time together, whether it is just hanging out or having sex, I could like it. It doesn’t have to be war, it could be fun.
I should hate him though, I should really hate him and a part of me does but another part likes him and wants more.This thing that is starting to brew between us seems to be real. There is no going awayfrom the truth that wants to push us further into this madness. As I think about what is going on with this relationship of ours Charlton rams himself home. He stabs into me, burying himself deeper inside me. He starts kissing me again and we are lost to each other. I can feel his kisses on my lips, smell his scent on my skin, everything about him is all around me. For the second time in my life I feel a connection to someone else, feel something strong and colourful take centre stage in my mind in my heart and it is too overwhelming because it is always with him. We both come together a few moments later, chasing the waves of pleasure we give each other.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I don’t know how bad but she is always coughing, and she looks ill but she tries so hard to just be my Mum. Both Mum and Dad try to carry on as if everything is fine, but I just know that it is bad. As much as I try to hide what is going on in my life I know everyone at school knows about it. Charlton is forced by Louisa and their parents to come with her to my house regularly and then it isn’t as much. They see with their own eyes that Mum is ill and of course he has to tell everyone, but I can forgive him because deep down I lovehim and I think he is doing it as some way to protect me.
He leaves me alone for the next few days and I try to get on with my life as I would have before all this mess started but I can’t stop thinking of him. My phone is constantly ringing with people asking if I am willing to answer questions on mine and Charlton’s relationship. I say no. People with cameras and microphones line the streets of the shop entrance waiting for me, Charlton or Daddy to come in or out and ask us questions, get a picture of us together. The world is a circus and I don’t know what to do. I try to think of anything else but him and our fake relationship, but everyone has it in for me, they all want a piece. Everywhere I look, whether I am out with Sammy, in the flat or at work there is something around me that forces me to think of only him.
We are everywhere.
Newspapers and magazines are lined with our faces.
News channels speak only of us as if there is nothing else going on in the world.
It is maddening, he will be a Lord, he comes from a famous family, I knew there would be interest, but this is silly. Even when I pick up my damn kindle, my one escape, all the words sing of him.
He is everywhere, and I feel suffocated. He is evoking all these emotions inside me. He is making me want to do things, like have as much sex as we can, and because of that I want to hit him.
Hit that look right off his stupidly handsome face.He pushed me up against the wall. Ok, yes, I told him we could go out on a date and then walked him into his worst nightmare, my dog weed on him and I destroyed his photos but that doesn’t give him the right to do what he did.
Three times I have had sex with him now, three times, and each time was amazing and I could tell he loved every moment of it and wants it again.
If anyone has a right to do what they want and demand things it is me.
I’m the one who has control, not him.
Who does he think he’s dealing with?
I’m no simple girl and I need to remind him of that. I pick up my phone and find his number and press the call button.
“Well hello there, gorgeous.” He sounds so confident, just because I’ve phoned him.
“I want you, baby.” The words feel like sandpaper on my lips, but I can’t deny the fact that a small part of me means it. I try to shake it off, that’s just a stupid thing to think, but it’s true.
“Come and get me then, you know where I am.”
Yes I do know where you are and it’s exactly where I want you and that’s just what I have to try and remind myself every time he gets too much.
“Do you have some free time?”
“I never have free time but for you I can get some.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I smile as I end the call, he’ll see what happens when he pushes me against a wall and makes me come.
Makes me want him.
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I want to knock his stupidity off his face. He’s staring at me as if he’s already won the battle, but I will end this war, I have to.
“Couldn’t resist me then, princess?” I roll my eyes at the confident bastard.
He makes me so fucking crazy.
He should have ended this by know.
He makes me so mad. I don’t know what to do and then I feel the handcuffs in my pocket, just screaming to be used on him.
A wicked idea forms and I have to remain calm as the rest of me wants to rattle with laughter.
He’ll love this.
It will serve him right. I take the handcuffs out and dangle them in front of him on my finger, his eyes rising with interest.
“I want to be in control of you, Charlton.”
“Oh hell yeah.” He says and I start to walk towards him, swinging the handcuffs. When I get close enough to him I start raining kisses down his neck. The need wanting more starts to swoop through my veins, but I try to think of my need for revenge and I manage to control it.
“I want complete control of you” I say on a silent whisper as our noses rub together, his excited breath tickling my neck, the handcuffs begging to be used as they heat in my hand. He looks excited. He’s liking this, the dirty boy, he likes a bit of kink.
Well he won’t when I finish with him.
“I’m all yours.”
“Good.” I respond as I rain more kisses all over him and take a grip of his right hand, resting it on the arm rest of his chair
“Are you sure about this?”
“You’re making me feel things Charlton.” I can hear the honesty in my voice and it surprises me, this is what he is doing. He’s making me do things I never would do.
“You’re making me feel things too, princess.” He says in a more excited tone as he tries to move his hand around mine that clasps his tight to the arm rest. I pop the handcuff open and clasp it around his wrist and the rest, making sure it’s nice and tight.
“Shhh and just enjoy.” I
lick up his neck and then pull away from him.
“What should I do with you?”
“Oh fuck, don’t think for too long. I’m already about to burst for you.”
“Hold on, big boy, and close your eyes.”He does as he’s told and then I handcuff his other wrist with the second pair of cuffs and then start to lick, going right up to behind his ear before biting his ear and giving it a pull, knowing he’s now nice and secure.
“I need a nice big Charlton lollipop.” I watch with a smile as he shuffles in his confines and make slow work of unbuttoning his trousers and boxers, sliding them both down his legs. I kick his clothes far away from him before I get down on my knees in front of him.
“Oh hell that’s what I want too, princess.” His erect cock stands to attentionin front of me and I have to make sure I keep him good and ready for what I have planned. I use my tongue all along the length of him, making sure I suck his tip while my hands cup his balls. He’s wrestling with the cuffs as his moans become loader and then I stop. He opens his eyes and they’re full of lust, I’m going to enjoy this.
“Do you want me Charlton?”
“Oh God yeah princess. I want you bad.”
“I really like cream.” I say as sultrily as I can before I stand up and go towards my bag where I get out the can of whipped cream. I step towards him in a slow dance, moving my hips in a way I know he will like and start to squeeze it all over his cock. He tries to jump at the contact and he just looks so adorable.
I could really hate what I’m going to do but I don’t.
“Arghh fuck that’s cold.” He says, shocked as I stand in front of him and look at him trying as hard as I can not to laugh at him.
“You know what? I’ve changed my mind.” I say, shrugging my shoulders and bringing a loan finger to my lips. His smile quickly fades into a frown and then I throw the can with his clothes.
“You make me feel things Charlton that you have no right making me feel. Too many things and I can’t have that. And you know what?” He thinks this is part of my game, it is just not the one he would like.
“What?????” He says, and I can tell he’s hoping this is just a little joke by the laughter hiding behind his question.
“You just don’t get it.” I put the key for both cuffs down on the floor with everything else“I’m going now Charlton. Enjoy your afternoon.”
“W..W.What? Noelle, don’t you dare.”
“But I do dare Charlton, quite alot actually.” I start to walk away from him and stop by his door just as he starts to rattle at his cuffs.
“There’s no point doing that. You won’t get out.” I shrug my shoulders for effect.
“Not without help any way.”
“What the fuck? Don’t you dare leave me like this.” I give him a wink.
“Have a nice day Charlton.”
“Noelle???” I start to walk through his door, the clacking of his handcuffs getting louder and louder before I shut it on him.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Everyone starts to pick on me, including Charlton. I don’t want to get picked on any more than I am already, but it happens anyway. I hate it, it is as if they can all see into my soul and there is only one boy I want doing that and he isn’t interested.
“You alright there, flat chest.”
“Hey four eyes.”
“Hi metal mouth.”
“What’s wrong with your Mum, I heard she’s sick.”
And then one day the old Charlton makes a flying visit. He helps repair my glasses after his friends knocked me down and called me a nerd. Louisa is at an after school club and I have no one else to walk with, and so he walks with me. He dries my tears from all the name calling and the fears for my Mummy and is just nice to me. His eyes tell me that he doesn’t mean what is happening, that he is sorry and he has to play a role. Maybe I am stupid, but I believe his unsaid words, my Charlton is still around.
I leave him unsatisfied and as much as I don’t want to confirm it I still want more from him.
I want him.
Again.
I fucking hate him for that, but I still can’t deny how much I still want more from him.
I want to understand him.
How can that even work?
The man is a massive pain in the arse.
I lean against his door and I’m sure I can still hear him screaming my name but it’s so faint that I don’t think his receptionist can hear it. She looks at me as if she knows exactly what we have been doing and I can only guess that it will be in a newspaper by morning.
Ha, if only she and everyone else knew, but I guess she will in about an hour or so.
I feel so wicked but it’s the only revenge I have to play and he’s not giving up without a fight. I feel like a small child leaving the headmaster’s office after doing something naughty in class as she looks at me.
“Mr Williams said he’s going to be on a conference call for at least an hour and not to disturb him.” I say as I finally decide to leave the scene of my crime. She looks as shocked as I feel as I walk away and only grumbles a response to me. As I walk back to my own office I can’t get rid of the guilt of what I have just done to him, how I left him.We did something naughty. I left him cuffed to his chair with his cock out and erect with cream all over it and it felt amazing. He is constantly trying to bewitch me with his body and I’ve been succumbing to all his charms far too often for my own liking with no thought of anything else.It is as if the two of us together are in a constant battle trying to make it out alive, trying to see who would crack first.
I hate him. Within a half hour I can’t with stand the tension in my head any longer and I try to take Sammy out for a walk, I need the air. Charlton seems to be everywhere I turn. Our fake relationship is doing the rounds in the tabloids, his mother is already in wedding overload trying to organize things with me where she can, taking up my precious time on something I don’t careabout, and Charlton isn’t budging. To him this is all going ahead like clockwork. I can see my future all worked out for me and before I know what is happening I’ll be walking down the aisle and having a baby on the way.
My life will be over if it isn’t already.
What can I do?
My plans seem to be dwindling to nothing. Nothing seems to be getting through his rhino armour. So much rides on this and I just don’t know what to do, I have a plan but it doesn’t seem to be going in the way I thought it would.
He should have broken this off by now.
Air.
Air, I really need air.
I need to breathe again. I feel bad too. Sammy has always been my main focus apart from my work, but I have always been able to do what I have to with both of them. I was happy with that arrangement. I was happy with my life and now I just don’t know what to think,now Charlton is thrown into the mix. Am I starting to let Sammy down with all the stress I am feeling? I have been so focused on this whole mess that I feel like I’m not giving Sammy the dedication he deserves. I’m not aware of anything that is going on around me, I am spending most my life this way, I can’t carry on this way but I’m not going to be the one to succumb.
He is, that is my plan and if I am going to do anything then it is going to be to make Charlton cancel everything.
As I make my way back to the shop and then to my floor, I wonder if he’s been able to get out of the cuffs yet. A little laugh escapes me as I picture his face when I left him. I open the door to my office and there he is, looking as hot as he always does but he looks really pissed. He’s sat behind my desk in a new black suit, a light green tie that matches his eyes around his neck and I can see all the anger brewing in his eyes. I have to fight the laughter wanting to erupt as we both look at each other, both waiting for the other to say something. He looks like he’s waiting to blow up but is just hanging onto his self-control.
“How did you get out of your little bind, baby?”
He gets up off my chair so quickly it falls to the ground behind him with
a crash and I gulp down the nerves as they form into a ball at the back of my throat.
“Little? Little? I was stuck there for nearly an hour, Noelle.” I try to fight more laughter that wants to rip from my chest at remembering seeing him there cuffed to his chair.
That was a sight.
I wonder what he looked like when his receptionist walked in on him? Pissed off, I would imagine.
It serves him right, the good-looking bastard.
“Who saved you then?”
“You know who, my bloody receptionist of course. My receptionist, Noelle.”
“Oh no, that must have been interesting for you.” His eyebrows crease in a frown as he regards me for a moment.
“I’m sure it would for you and her”
“You’re acting like a baby.”
“I am not acting like a baby, I’m just very pissed off at you at the moment!” He shouts and I take a step back as he storms towards me.
“You really are a bitch, you know that.” I can feel the bile for me in his tone and I don’t know why but it saddens me as it takes hold of my head.
“What, me?” I say, fluttering my eyes as he stands before me like a God waiting to say my fate.
“Yes, you. I bet you think you’re so clever right now, don’t you?” I gulp away more nerves, trying to control the need to just shout back at him.
