by Sarah Tork
“Stop it. I told you I was sorry.” His nostrils flared as he growled.
I tilted my head back, pushing my boobs up higher. “Don’t you want to know what I had to do to earn this jacket?” I practically moaned. “I know you do.”
Liam’s mouth found my chin. His tongue licked the tip. “Stop it.” he whispered.
The slight stroke of his tongue felt wet and warm, it made me feel the tingles everywhere. And this was not good. “You like what you see, baby? You like what you taste?” I stared at him, breathing hard, feeling my skin blaze fire. He breathed in and out sharply, his blue eyes wild with desire. His pelvis pushed into mine and in an instant I felt his dick harden underneath his suit pants. He probably wanted to fuck my brains out right now….. but it’s too bad…because that’s not what’s about to happen.
“You wanna fuck me right?” I whispered, giving him a heated look. “You wanna take me over your knee and show me whose boss, baby? You want me to beg?” He pressed himself deeper into me, plastering my back against the wall.
He didn’t say anything, instead his breathing started to sound hoarser, like a Lion…hungry while spotting its prey. I caressed the side of his strong jawline. “Well…. do you wanna fuck me or not?”
And…. here’s the part where I get my revenge…. initiating fucked up vault number 666 in my head…..the plan….have Liam walk around his hotel…with giant blue balls for the rest of the day.
Get ready to feel that ache Liam…get ready!
Finally, he opened his mouth to answer but I smiled sinisterly and interrupted him. “It’s too bad for you, this is as close to me as you’re ever going to get. Now get the fuck off of me.” I growled and raised the hand that caressed the side of his face. I slammed it back down into his cheek, slapping the shit out of him. The force of it surprised the crap out of him and his body flew a few feet away, leaving me free and a little cold.
I grabbed my purse. I grabbed the shopping bag and threw it at him. He blocked it with his forearm and looked at me with his jaw down, shocked as hell. I shook the edge of my jacket at him. “Don’t you want to know what I had to do to earn this jacket? Why your little brother thought I deserved compensation? I take care of that bitch ass and all the trouble he brings! But know this…I’ve never fucked him. And I don’t plan to, just like I don’t plan on fucking you. Ever. Asshole!”
I marched to the front door and stopped, my hand resting on the knob as I faced him. “Enjoy your blue balls, for the rest of the day. Know this little piece of advice. Don’t mess with a fucking warrior, old man. It’ll be the biggest mistake you’ve ever made in your poor little rich boy life. You’ll be on a spear roasting till every piece of shit on you is charred…charred to dust. Bye!” I opened the door and left with a huge ass smile on my face.
The doors to the elevator opened a few seconds after I pushed the down button. I stepped inside and slouched against the railing, sighing. “All in a day’s work.”
Boom Shakalaka Mother Fucker!
*~*~*
“Twirl.” I told my laptop screen.
“Marisa, Mom’s calling me.” Darcy exclaimed on my screen.
“Just one more, please.” I begged her, clasping my hands into a ball.
“Alright,” Darcy groaned, but then smiled as she took a step back from her desk and twirled in her violet, A-line, floor length, side strapped gown for the formal she was going with Wesley tonight.
“You’re a star, Darcy!” I grinned, amazed at how fast my little sister was growing up.
“Coming!” Darcy yelled at her door and faced the screen again. “I gotta go Mom’s going crazy.”
“Alright, but take lots of pictures for me! Of you and Cameron too, I want to see him in his tux, too.” I sighed, leaning into my chair.
“Got it, later big sis!” Darcy whispered.
“Bye, have fun!” I exclaimed at the screen before the Skype window disconnected.
Well that was just great.
Another momentous occasion and I wasn’t there to witness it. Mom must have been so happy I wasn’t there to ‘ruin’ Darcy’s big day.
Like I would, that was Mom’s role. She was probably stressing Darcy out, telling her what not to do, how to act and all that shit. I wished I was there to stop Mom from drilling her bullshit into Darcy. I would have told her to forget everything that came out of that woman and just have fun. And if Wesley tried anything with her that made her uncomfortable, she should just slap him across the face and run screaming out the room.
Damn it.
I forgot to tell her all my amazing advice….what kind of a big sister was I?
I sighed my distress, and then answered to myself. “A shitty one.”
I pushed off my used leather chair and marched into the living room, heading to the balcony. I haven’t used it once. The weather today was nice, a gush of warm wind enveloped me as I slid the door open and stepped outside. “This is nice.” I murmured, resting my wrists against the railing, overlooking downtown Toronto. Despite today’s unfortunate scene with Liam and the Maid, I smiled feeling a tiny bit happy. “What a fucking, kick ass city.”
“You got that right, darling.” Xander chuckled from behind me, making me jerk back in shock for a second.
I shook it off. “Dude, a little warning please.” I stared at him shut the balcony door. He was in dark jeans and a white t-shirt. My heart fluttered for like two seconds at the sight of him. Why did he have to be so freaky? He gave me a Xander-like grin and leaned against the railing beside me, eyeing the city.
“Mission accomplished, my trusted little sidekick?” He smirked, looking away from the buildings around us to me.
I sighed, shaking my head at him. “Unfortunately, yes. I saved the day for you, yet again. How’d you survive before me again?”
He grinned toothily at me. “I know this may shock you, but this admiring obsession has been happening more recently.”
I snorted. “Bullshit.”
His jaw dropped, humor still in his eyes. “It’s true. I’ve never had to deal with women like this before.”
I rolled my eyes and looked away. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
Xander leaned his shoulder into me, nudging me playfully. “Darling, I’m full of a lot of things. Cum, being one of them.”
“Shit, damn it!” I stuck my tongue out in disgust, making a gagging noise. “Oh my God, you are fucking disgusting.”
“Dinner in a couple of hours then, we’re having lobster.” His laughter exploded and he pushed off the railing, heading back inside. He stopped midway. “Before I go jerk off, I just want to say something to you before I forget.”
I turned around and leaned against the railing, eyeing him warily. “And what’s that?”
He smiled at me. “Thanks for today. Thanks for not falling for his charms.”
My eyes bulged, gripping the railing tightly. “How’d you know about what happened with Liam?”
Xander stepped inside and grinned. “I have eyes everywhere, darling.”
CHAPTER 36
*Xander*
“Is this a present for me?”
I loved red lace fabric. The delectable skintight thong, showcased this brunette’s
Brazilian beautifully.
“Reginald.” she moaned, sounding delirious.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” I stroked, digging into the dampened lace fabric with the both of my thumbs, making her quiver uncontrollably. “Is this the greatest gift you’ve ever been given?”
“Shit!” she moaned, grabbing and twirling her fingers through my luscious locks. “I want... fuck… more.”
More she wanted, then more she would get. I pulled her thong up higher, squeezing her clit.
“Regi_” she moaned, leaning into the wall.
“No, I’m talking now.” I commanded her, bending in to say hello to the most beautiful combination of skin and fabric I’d ever seen. “You wore this for me, baby?”
“I did.” she
moaned, grabbing one of her large boobies, squeezing it. Her other hand dug into my scalp, pushing me in closer. “I knew you were going to come today. You’ve been here every day for the past week. Same time.”
I leaned in and she wrapped her long sweaty legs around my neck, pushing her flaming heat while I licked at a very slow, mouth-watering pace…
Fuck… I was getting hard.
“I told you to tell me a story with a happily ever after, you sick fuck!” Marisa cringed, even though her eyes were still closed.
“I was just about to get to it, but you rudely interrupted me. Geez, rude much!” I readjusted my elbow into the pillow next to hers. “As I was saying, I licked her pussy, slowly, methodically, until she came, groaning loudly, Reginald, Reginald, I’m…. I’m exploding!”
“Jesus Christ, you’re disgusting.” Marisa muttered, tucking her face into the pillow.
“She came on every inch of my face and after I licked her dry, it was her turn to return the favour. She deep throated me and sucked me dry. It was so…. beautiful.” I sighed, remembering eight months ago when I had to spend more than a week in Vancouver because of Liam’s antics. “She gave me her panties after, got dressed back in her coffee shop uniform, gave me my coffee and I left. Happily ever after.”
“Fucking hell.” Marisa whispered.
*~*~*
“Hey panty boy…” Marisa mumbled into her pillow minutes after I finished another story with a beautiful happily ever after. I got off the bed and moved around to where she lay cuddled underneath her purple duvet.
“Yes, my darling.” I murmured, turning her side lamp off. “You want to hear another beautiful story?”
“Fuck no.” she mumbled, barely coherent. “I left you a little gift in the bathroom. Happy jerky jerk.”
“Oh really.” I grinned, heading into the bathroom and spotting lace blue panties inside the sink. I scooped them onto my index finger. “Baby, you shouldn’t have.”
Back in the bedroom, her cute snores roared as I headed to her laundry basket, dumping the panties inside. I walked back to her, knelt on the floor beside the bedframe and tucked loose strands of hair away from her face.
“I really do you know….” I whispered, leaning in slowly and kissing her forehead softly. “I’m going to take care of you forever, my trusted little sidekick.”
CHAPTER 37
*Demetria*
“MOTHER, do you hear me?” I hoisted the receiver closer to my tragically gloss free lips. “I want out of here this instant!”
“If you don’t, you’ll spend a lifetime making it up to me, I promise you!” I let out an exasperated screech directly into the receiver, hoping her foolish ears bleed as a result. After all this time, she still hadn’t learned, I was not one to be messed with.
The beeping sound took over, followed by an automated message. “To record this message press one. To delete and start over, press two.”
I pressed one.
“Message recorded, thank you.” A dial tone quickly followed.
“Ms. Demetria, please put the phone back down, your turn is over.” A disgusting ogre like voice dared to order me. My message to Mother for the week was over, and I didn’t even come close to relaying how I really felt about being sent here.
Meadow Hills, described as a home for troubled privileged females that needed a break from society to distress.
But why am I here?
I slammed the bacteria infected phone into its portal. My beautiful eyes connected with the ones that dared to address me in my fragile state, unbelievably.
Did she not know who I was?
I was Demetria Rose Williams, daughter of Richard and Dorothy Williams, FUTURE WIFE AND SOUL MATE OF ALEXANDER BARNS.
“Who do you think you are?” I snarled quietly to the oversized short nurse with pathetic ugly short brown hair.
“You know who I am!” The ogre nurse hurled back at me.
Ludacris! My eyes widened at her tone.
I slammed my fist on the small rectangle table that separated us “How dare you speak to me like that, commoner!”
“Now, Ms. Demetria, remember?” She pointed her stubby finger at me, eyeing me deathly. “Remember what happened last time you acted out.”
Sadly yes, I did remember and was APPALLED by the behavior of this disgusting establishment. Whatever happened to professionalism these days?
My mother paid good money for them to take care of and fix me.
Not that I needed fixing, but still, I should have been treated like royalty. Instead, I was being dealt with as if I were a disgusting ugly commoner.
“The red pills?” I gulped.
The ugly nurse nodded sharply. “That’s right, I have it right here, waiting for you.” She jiggled up a small white cup with small red pills juggling out.
“I don’t want to swallow those!” I stammered, shuffling backwards, my eyes widening at the horrible concoction of pills. They made me sleepy, resulting in an uninterrupted twelve hour sleeping fest. I couldn’t sleep for that long. Last time I woke up with bed hair!
Bed hair!
The pudgy nurse smiled knowingly. “Then you best be quiet and quickly make your way to group before you’re late, again.”
“I’m going to sue you.” I whispered menacingly to her.
She put a hand to her oversized hip and raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
How dare she raise an eyebrow at me!
“Nothing.” I stared at her from under the hood of my eyes.
“That’s what I thought, now get to!” she snarled like a beast.
I turned quickly, my wild curly brown hair flying in the air as I went to my room to get my diary for group.
That ogre will pay one day, very soon.
*~*~*
“Ms. Williams, I’m so pleased to see you at group on time.” The doctor drawled happily from his green chair. He was an older man, bordering on fifty with greyish black hair. I didn’t remember his name, not that I cared anyways.
I sat down begrudgingly in the last available plastic black chair. They were spread around in a circle. I was the last one to arrive.
“Now everyone, did you all do the homework I assigned last time?” The doctor asked. “The assignment was to write three pages as if you were eighteen years old again, how you felt at that moment.”
I eyeballed the all female circle and cringed at their outfits. The only good thing about Meadow Hills was that we were allowed to wear what we wanted.
I was wearing my fabulous white mink coat, a tight gold sparkly tank top that showcased my lush breasts. My fab designer black skinny jeans, and my amazing Jimmy Choo spiked black six-inch heels.
I dressed for comfort today knowing there was a group session, but everyone else looked like they just got out of bed.
Had they no pride regarding their appearance? Had they no shame? How could they walk out of their rooms looking like that?
I tilted my head to the side and stared at each of them sadly. They really did need to be here. I was obviously the only normal one here.
“Ms. Kensington, you may go first.” The doctor addressed a bleached blonde who I hadn’t noticed before. She sat four girls to my left, their baggy clothing and dirty untamed hair shielding her from my discerning eye.
What is that! I cringed taking in her appearance. Her face was pumpkin orange, obviously from too much self-tanner and she wore way too much makeup, looking like a stripper that accepted coupons. She wore a tight scarlet red tank top that made her look like a sausage, daisy dukes that looked like she found them at the Salvation Army on clearance. When my sight traveled down her orange legs to her shoes, my jaw dropped.
She was wearing the same shoes as me.... THAT FUCKING BITCH!
Demetria…. Demetria…calm down! I took slow breaths to calm myself down. This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t be the same shoes. They had to be knock-offs. How could someone like that afford Jimmy Choo?
“My name isn’t Ms. Kensingt
on.” Pumpkin face scowled, rising from her seat.
“It’s Maris_”
My eyes flashed up at that name, quickly scouring the room in a panic.
The lesbian! She’s found me!
“Alright then Marisol, please go ahead, read your diary starting with the title first please.” the doctor said.
Her name is Marisol. I sighed in relief. For a moment, I thought I was in some serious trouble.
“I need you to lose today.” Marisol read from her pink diary.
What? I stared at the floor, confused. What kind of diary title was that?
“Dear Jenny. Fuck you! I’ve known you for a while now and I have decided that I don’t want you to win in life. It’s not what I have against you, it’s just that I can’t afford for you to come and try and make me look bad. Yeah I met you last week, but I know a killer when I see one. So that’s why you’re on your way to loser city district 666 with the rest of the causalities. You guys can spend eternity discussing what you could have done better in life and how when someone seems so obviously out of your league you shouldn’t fuck with them. I’m not going to say what I’m going to do to you. I don’t need extra evidence against me when the police charge me with whatever happens to you. And the good thing about charges is that they can get dropped just as easily. Thanks Daddy.” Marisol dropped her arm with the diary, looking at the doctor for further instruction.
My jaw dropped a little as I gazed at her, transfixed.
She’s like me!
“Continue please.” the doctor murmured.
Marisol raised her diary back up, opening it again. “Dear Free Spirit. Fuck you! One with the earth my ass, you can shove it up your undeserving size zero ass and then puke it out when you feel like that masculine syrup is too much in the calorie department for you to keep down, you nasty cocksucker. Bitch, I know you have sex with trees and that you’ve probably given head to a tree trunk, spreading its roots and shit. I’m about to send you to a place where your pathetic attempts at attention seeking are going to get you nothing but attention, from the lonely butch crazy females in the next room at least. Everybody loves an easy target and I feel generous. My civil duty to the crazy females of St. Songs’ home for the cracks and the yahoos of the modern world, AKA my mommy wanted to send me here, but I killed her and got sent here anyways. So I’m about to do my generous deed of the year maybe millennium, I don’t know yet. I’ll send you to that place, you give ass, the crazy girls will be happy, and when you kill yourself, I’ll cry pure joy. Lady in the water sucks cock and has man’s roots up her crotch while she sings loud jungle music in tree language. Its not like people would miss you, and more properties get to be built.”
