I closed my eyes but opened them again just as quickly. His fingers made their way to my quivering flesh and went inside. He played with the balls inside me heightening my sexual hunger. I wanted so badly to move but knew I dare not without his permission.
“You got off lucky this time Thalia. Next time will be much harder on you.” I didn’t care what he said as long as he kept those fingers moving, which he did while biting into the plump flesh of my nipple.
Right there, oh yes…son of a…He stopped just stopped. I looked at his face and read the truth there. My punishment was not at an end. “Stand up.” I got to my feet my eyes glued to his hands that were now releasing his hard cock from the confinement of his pants.
“Sit.” He helped me straddle his legs and pulled me down onto his beautiful cock, the only thing that could give me pleasurable relief. He pulled me on and off with his mouth latched onto my nipple and the sensations were beyond imagination. His cock hit the beads inside me, pushing them around and hitting all the right spots. I’ve never flowed this hard or this much.
He dug his hands into my ass and pushed himself deeper inside me and I was so close. I was there again, his teeth and tongue played havoc with my nerves as he worked my nipple in his mouth and the sweet pounding between my thighs was finally going to give me what I wanted.
Suddenly I was lifted off his lap and he was pushing me down to my knees. His fisted hand in my hair led my head just where he needed it, and before I knew it he was in my mouth. I wanted to reach down between my thighs and finish myself off, but as if reading my mind, he grabbed my hands, holding them together behind my back as he fucked in and out of my throat.
Tears of anger and frustration ran down my cheeks as my mouth moved on him like a starving dog. He gave one last shove before pulling back onto my tongue and exploded.
“Swallow it.” I did, all of it. Giving him release while my own body was on fire with need and unfulfilled passion. I got up from the floor and fixed my clothes. Shame made my movements jumpy and uncoordinated as I turned to leave.
“I did not say you could leave.” I stopped short just within reach of the door and escape. What the hell else did he have in mind, Chinese water torture? Nothing could feel as bad as this. To have your own body used against you, to have no control over your own responses. I should hate him, but if he took me across his desk right now and put out this flame I’d forgive him anything.
I looked back at him and waited for what the sadistic bastard had in store for me next. He didn’t say anything, just fixed himself back into his clothes and got to his feet. “It’s time for lunch let’s go.”
Oh you can’t be serious. Of course I followed where he led. We ended up at a very nice out of the way restaurant that was one of the few we frequented since there was no danger of anyone we knew running into us here.
“How are you?” Excuse me? Was he talking to me? “I’m fine I guess.” I pushed the food around on my plate more miserable than I’d ever been.
“Don’t lie to me. Something’s been bothering you for the last couple of days. Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” I lifted my head and met his stare. “Now you want to talk?” Oh shit, where did that come from? He was as surprised by my outburst as I was.
He folded his hands beneath his chin and that look promised retribution if I didn’t get my act together. “Is there something about our arrangement you don’t understand?” I backed down under that tone. “No.”
“Then what the hell is your problem?” Could I do it? Could I take that step that I was sure would bring everything to a screeching halt? Maybe not for myself; but what about the child I carried, a piece of him that I could hold onto forever? A child I was almost certain he’d force me to get rid of.
“I don’t want to do this any longer.” I said the words quickly lest I lost my nerve. I waited for the explosion but I should’ve known better. Jonas Harp doesn’t do emotion.
“No.” What? What did he mean no? “What do you mean no, you don’t have a choice.”
“I’m afraid I do, you signed a contract remember?”
“What? You can’t be serious. That was just between us, you can’t hold me to that. Besides there’s nothing that says I can’t change my mind.”
“I guess you didn’t read the fine print.”
Well that stumped me, I hadn’t. “It doesn’t matter.” I don’t know where I got the gumption. Maybe it was the sexual frustration, or maybe the doubts that kept plaguing me. Whatever it was it was high time I stopped being his little play thing.
On that thought I stood from the table with my stomach tied up in knots and my knees knocking together. “If you take one step, I promise you’ll not like what happens next.”
I dropped back down on the chair like a stone. I guess I hadn’t thought things through well enough. I’d never looked at the fine print. Who adds fine print to a contract set up for his mistress? You’d think the whole thing would be cut and dry.
“In case you were wondering, it says I’m the only one who can terminate our union.” The smug bastard. I wish I could throw my water in his face but I wasn’t sure what this new Jonas was capable of so better not risk it.
“No judge in his right mind would hold that up.”
“You think? It’s a binding contract sweetheart. And unless I harm you physically or emotionally, you have no grounds to break it. So tell me, have I abused you sweet Thalia?”
I squirmed in my seat and looked anywhere but at him. There was only one other occupied table on this side of the restaurant and they were too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to what was going on at our table.
“Nothing to say?” Yes, plenty. But nothing that wouldn’t get me into trouble. I could go the rest of my life without any more of your brand of torture thank you very much.
So I folded my lips and held my tongue. “Eat.” I rolled my eyes and picked up my fork, shoving food into my mouth way too fast. Even that backfired. No sooner had I forced down the last bite than I was rushing from the table in search of the washroom.
I heard his footsteps behind me but didn’t stop to see if he followed me in. I wretched over the sink, which was as far as I got. When I felt the hand in my hair I knew it was him. I didn’t bother telling him he wasn’t allowed in here he wouldn’t listen anyway.
He helped me get cleaned up before leaving me alone to finish getting myself together. When I got back to the table he had the strangest look on his face but I was grateful when he said nothing.
“I think you should take the rest of the day off. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“But my car…”
“Don’t worry about the damn car I’ll have it taken care of.” He dropped a few bills on the table and led me out of the restaurant.
Chapter 9
***
He took me home and instead of leaving as I’d expected he gave the driver instructions I didn’t overhear and followed me inside.
The surprises didn’t end there. He took me straight to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. “Lie down.” I did so in confusion since that was the least sexy tone I’d ever heard.
He spread my legs open and pushed his fingers inside me to remove the beads. Just like that my body reacted, but he just pulled my legs closed again before bringing me to my feet.
He unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my thighs before going to work on my blouse, bra, and thigh high stockings. As usual he was his quiet self as he moved into the bathroom and I heard the water in the tub running.
He came back in and reached out his hand to me. “Come.” I let him take me into the bathroom where the scent from the bath salts he’d added to the water permeated the steam filled air.
He stripped before helping me into the tub and getting in behind me. This was new. I wasn’t sure if to relax or be on guard. When he drew me back to his chest and picked up the sponge at the side of the tub and dipped it in the water I held my breath.
He washed my body like it was
something he’d done a million times before. I remained stiff for all of two seconds before I melted into him. “Close your eyes sweetheart.” It was even better with my eyes closed.
He dropped the sponge and used his hands instead, letting them roam freely from my breasts to down between my thighs. He rubbed me so good that I got lost until I remembered the last twenty-four hours.
I tensed up, or tried to, but it was so good and I needed to cum so bad I couldn’t resist moving against his hand. When he lifted me and sat me back down on his erection I went wild. He was forceful, more than he’d ever been as his hands covered my breasts while he pushed his cock up inside me reaching all the places I needed him most.
“That’s my good girl, cum for me.” Like magic my body flew up and away and I had the biggest orgasm of my life. I didn’t realize I was screaming until the sound echoed in the room.
Instead of scolding me, he turned my face around and covered my mouth with his. It was a wild ferocious kiss with lip biting and tongue dueling while he kept up a steady pounding into me as I bounced on his lap.
“Gah…” What? Did the great Jonas Harp just make a sound during sex? I squeezed my muscles around him again and he sped up his pounding thrusts into me as I came again. I felt him flood my insides with warm seed as he held me tight enough to cut off my breath.
He pulled us both out of the tub and dried us off hurriedly, before picking me up and taking me to bed. I was on my back with him between my thighs surging back into me with his face buried in my neck.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him egging him on to do me harder. He bit into my neck, and I knew he was going to leave a mark. The thought ignited me. He felt so much longer, bigger as he slid in and out of me just a little out of control.
“On your knees.” He pulled out and pushed me to my hands and knees before slamming back into me. I came on the first stroke in and didn’t stop. His hands came around to find my clit and my eyes crossed at the immense pleasure. Again, I felt his teeth pierce my flesh; this time it was my back.
Something had happened, but what? I didn’t know, couldn’t put my finger on it, but this was not the Jonas Harp I’d known for the past three months. This man was wild, untamed, a beast. I loved every minute of it. Loved knowing that I’d finally broken down those barriers, smashed through those walls.
Certainly he couldn’t be cheating on me. All these thoughts went through my head as he fucked me hard enough to leave bruises, but I didn’t care. I would take him anyway I could and as far as I was concerned this was the best.
My body was a live wire, every nerve ending lit up. I bit into the sheet as he went wild and plowed himself into me. His hands were rough on my ass as he used it to push and pull me off and on his cock, which felt like it would split me in two.
The pain was so sweet I cried. “Shh, shh, baby it’s okay. It’s going to be okay I promise.” It was too much. His kind words, the way he held me. Why hadn’t he ever done this before? Why did I have to reach breaking point before he took notice?
Whatever, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sweet-sweet way he took me down to the mattress, his body pressing me down, as he loved me.
The rest of the afternoon was spent making love. He was gentle and tender, holding me close as his body stayed locked with mine. I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, and his shaft still semi hard inside me as we laid on our sides. “My precious gift.” My eyes flew open at the whispered words. He thought I was asleep so I closed my eyes again when he lowered his head to kiss my temple softly.
Chapter 10
***
The next few days were like a dream. Jonas was more attentive than ever before and there was definitely something going on with him. He spent more time at the house now, even staying the night in my bed.
The only drawback was fighting off morning sickness or coming up with new innovative ways to evade him as I made a mad dash for the bathroom every morning. The first was impossible. There was no way to fend off morning sickness; the second was a little easier.
I’d convinced him that I was suffering from some sort of bug, but how long would that last? Plus he’d taken to studying me whenever we were in a room together without uttering a word. Nothing new there, but there was something in that look that made me twitch.
After that night, we’d gone back to the silent screw. He was trying hard to regain his discipline, but even though he gritted his teeth to hold his grunts of pleasure at bay, I still felt the change in him.
He was wilder now, and yet somehow gentler. He’d hold me each time after we made love and his embrace was as intimate as having him inside me. I hadn’t been called to the office for one of our hot and sweaty sessions lately because Rachel was back. Apparently she’d been ill that day she went missing, and I still didn’t know where Jonas had been that day but then again it wasn’t the first time he’d been away all day.
With things being the way they were I’d given up on my worrying for now, but the baby was still an issue that I wouldn’t be able to keep hidden for much longer. In a few short months I’ll start showing and then what.
***
Today had been a long day. All I wanted was to go home and put my feet up, watch something on television, and eat a whole tub of ice cream just for the hell of it.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to see Jonas tonight, I never know because he never tells me. I took a quick shower while dinner was cooking and sat alone afterward to eat my grilled chicken salad with a glass of tea as I pawed through a magazine.
I plopped down on the couch, something I don’t do often enough and turned the tube on, going from channel to channel for something good to watch. I caught one of those gossip shows that followed celebrities around and stopped there for a few minutes of mindless drivel before finding a good show to get lost in.
The on air reporter was on location at some gala or the other for the governor who was honoring the top students who’d taken part in some program that I missed the name of.
I was about to change the channel when I saw two familiar faces flash across the screen. My hand stopped midway to my mouth and I sat frozen until the ice cream melted onto my lap.
The picture on the screen grew fuzzy and I realized it was because I was crying. I jumped up from the couch when the need to throw up forced me to move and barely made it to the bathroom in time to lose the meal I’d just enjoyed.
I didn’t let myself think, didn’t try to convince myself of anything other than what I’d just seen with my own two eyes. I grabbed a few things, overlooking all the clothes he’d bought me and sticking to my own and shoved them into two suitcases.
I rushed around the room gathering anything I might need that he hadn’t bought, which wasn’t much. I wiped my face and shoved my feet into the closest thing I could find which happened to be my house slippers, but I didn’t care, I wanted out of there.
I thought of leaving a scathing goodbye note but the need to be gone was stronger, so I ran out to the garage and threw the luggage into the backseat. I had a moment’s pause about taking the car. It was his after all, but I had no other means of getting away. I’ll just find a way to get it back to him once I get out of here.
I had no idea where I was going. I had no one to turn to. No friends I could call on to put me up for the night. The tears refused to stop coming and I had to wipe my eyes too many times to count as I drove aimlessly for the first half hour.
Think Thalia, think. Our town wasn’t the smallest but it wasn’t a metropolis either. But I didn’t want to stay here. Come morning I wanted to be as far away from that snake as possible.
What had the last few days been about? What had they meant to him? Surely not what they meant to me. Not if he could have another woman on his arm at such a public event. Did that mean he was going to marry her? Was this his way of announcing to the public that she was his choice?
I bawled my eyes out, great wracking sobs tearing a hole in my chest as my mind went numb fr
om the pain. I needed to think, needed to plan, but all I could see was Jonas looking so handsome in his designer tux with Rachel on his arm.
He’d done everything in his power to keep our relationship a secret, never taking any chances that we might be seen somewhere together. I’d hardly been out of the house in three months, and there he was just a week after meeting her, showing her off to the world. Flaunting their love for all to see.
I had to pull over when nausea threatened. Opening the car door I leaned out and dry heaved until I hurt. Oh no, the baby. I slammed the door and made myself breathe calmly. I looked around for an exit ramp. My throat was parched and raw and my brow was clammy. I needed to find a filling station or something so I could grab some water.
It’s amazing that I could think of such things through the pain in my heart. There was a tug of war going on inside of me. One side of my brain wanted to crawl into a hole and die, while the other kept insisting that I keep moving. It was like being torn in two, and the only thing that kept me from curling into myself and drifting away into nothingness, was the innocent child that was growing in my womb.
I found an off ramp up ahead and took it way too fast but there was hardly anyone on the highway. I pulled into the first filling station I came to and walked in almost in a daze. I headed to the back where the refrigerators were and grabbed a few bottles of water before reading the labels of some other stuff to see if it was safe for the baby.
I hate orange juice so that was out but I was pretty sure energy drinks were a no-no. If I’d gone to a doctor I would have a better handle on this, but I’d been putting it off until I found someone I could trust.
I grabbed some chocolate milk, some bananas and an apple and headed to the checkout. I paid for my stuff and ignored the grease ball behind the counter who tried chatting me up. I think if I was armed I would’ve shot him just on principle.
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