by Claire Angel
Chapter 5
Emma
Everything felt normal by the time Elijah entered the office. It felt like a massive load has been lifted off my shoulders. I instantly felt embarrassed as I realized that there was a spring in my steps, a real smile on my face, and as I walked around the office I would hum a happy song.
“Are you ready to go out to dinner with me?” Elijah whispered as he suddenly appeared to me out of nowhere, I didn’t even notice his presence. I jumped in surprise as I spun around to face him, but I didn’t expect that he was this close. I could already feel my face burning up from embarrassment. “Did you need something, Elijah?” I couldn’t help but stutter.
It honestly frustrates me that I can’t speak normally to Elijah, it was the only time I’ve ever been disappointed with my stuttering. It never bothered me before, but recently I’ve been wanting to talk to Elijah normally without stuttering, acting nervous, or merely act timidly in front of him.
He smirked as he casually leaned against my desk and said: “So will have dinner with me?” Except for those days he was not in the office, not even a single day goes by that he doesn’t ask me this question. He doesn’t give up before it used to annoy me that he doesn’t give up but now I found it quite admirable. Usually, when I would brush off men or shy away from them, they would easily give up. This was the first time that someone hasn’t given up on me.
My heart started racing at that very thought.
I sighed and said softly “Fine, but just this once.”
He stood there as his reaction came in late. He slightly tilted his head to the side and asked “What?” It was like he couldn’t believe my answer, I can’t blame him I’ve been rejecting him for a long time now. His eyes were widened, and his smirk was wiped off his face as he stared at me with complete surprise, it was a new reaction that I’ve never seen him.
I couldn’t help but let a laugh escape my lips; this only made Elijah’s eyes grow wider. I am carrying his hand to my lips to calm myself down and told Elijah “I’m sorry for laughing, but I’ve never seen that expression on your face before.”
“So, it’s a date?” he asked.
My whole body tensed as my cheeks started burning up once more. Might as well accept that the normal color of my cheeks is red because I’m always blushing.
“It’s not a date; it’s just two friends hanging out,” I was back to stuttering.
“Huh? Friends? Then where shall we go on this date?” he asked. I deadpanned him. “Once again this is not a date,” I tried to make it clear, but it’s like it went through one ear and out the other. I knew that no matter what I said he would think of it as a date whether I like it or not.
“Where shall we go? Paris? Five-star hotel? Cruise around the world?” he started listing impossible dates. Even if I wanted to do any of those, I couldn’t afford it.
“Normal people don’t go on dates like that,” I pointed out.
“I do,” he said so naturally.
“Well, I don’t think you’re normal,” I told him.
“So, I’m someone special?” he asked with the biggest smirk on his face. I won’t be answering that. “Then let’s just head back to my place, and I’ll cook you something,” he suggested.
This perked my interest. “You know how to cook?” I asked him in surprise. My first impression on him must be terrible since I always expected the worse from him. This all started from his house where I thought it would be messy but it turns out that it was sparkly clean, and now I expected him to have a professional chef to cook his meals making him not knowing how to cook.
“Don’t you have like a professional chef or something?” I asked him.
“I do have” he replied, and all I can say is that I’m not surprised. “But I like being alone at home so instead of ordering takeout I would cook for myself.”
That’s something new I learned about Elijah the more I get to know him the more I come to admire and respect him. He’s entirely not what I expected, but I still think he’s a pervert, but now I’ve recently noticed that he’s only a pervert when he’s around me. When he’s with other girls, he will act regular but with me is a whole different thing.
“That’s something unexpected,” I said.
“Believe me kitten; there are lots of things about me that you don’t know.”
When he said that it reminded me of something, those drawings in the room with the red door. Just remembering him drawing me made my heart thunder in my chest, and I had to take a step back to make sure that he didn’t hear how my heart was beating fast.
This is making me extremely embarrassed. First, not having Elijah teasing felt wrong. Second, it looks and sounds like we’re going on a date. Now that I’m learning things about him I wanted to learn more.
“Then it’s settled. After work we’ll go to my house together,” he said but what bothered me was that when he said that everyone around us including the women heard us. I suddenly felt like I was being hunted down, eyes were glaring at me that I could already feel a hole burning through the back of my head.
Time seems to pass by impossibly slow when you have almost all of the women in your office glaring daggers at you. I couldn’t focus at work at all because I felt like dangerous predators surrounded me, but the most dangerous of them all was the man who kept walking around with a smirk on his face as he kept reminding me that we had a date. Every time he brought it up another pair of eyes would glare at me.
Most of the time my mind would wander off towards the future, to be specific it would walk deep into what might happen after work. It came as a surprise that I’m looking forward to it.
By the time my work ended I couldn’t help but stretch my arms. I suddenly heard a chuckle behind me. “You do look like a kitten… kitten.” It was Elijah who looked ready to go home, and might I add that he seemed extremely excited. A little too excited.
“Stop calling me a kitten.”
“Ready to go kitten?” As always, he never listens to me.
Chapter 6
Elijah
Hearing Emma laugh for the first time was surprising and unusual all at the same time. Emma’s bright smile that was aimed towards me made my breath hitch something that’s never happened before. But even with all these strange things happening I have to admit that it was a charming smile.
At that moment I wanted to wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer while my other hand would trace over those plumped pink lips of hers. If only we weren’t in the office surrounded by other employees, then I would’ve played out my fantasies. It was the only moment I wish all my employees would’ve called in sick.
I wasn’t used to bringing a woman over to my place. We would always go to one of the hotels I owned or a resort. I was always hesitant to bring a woman over to my place just because my place was the only place where I could be alone. I didn’t like other people to intrude on my personal space. For some odd reason, I didn’t hesitate to invite Emma to my place. Not to mention, I’ve never cooked for anyone else but myself. It was nerve wrecking being around Emma now; I used to be more confident especially when teasing her but then all of a sudden, I’m growing more and more nervous.
Without even thinking I ended up acting like a complete gentleman, which is something I usually don’t do especially when going out with a pretty woman. I knew from the start that I had to make Emma mine but now it was completely different, I need to make her mine. Just the thought of not ever having Emma in my arms makes my heart clench painfully.
From opening my car’s door for her to putting my jacket over her shoulders, and making sure she’s always comfortable caught me off guard, I didn’t expect that I could act like this towards a woman.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked Emma as we entered my house. She gave out a small laugh that quickly captivated my attention. I couldn’t get enough of that beautiful laugh of hers. “You keep asking that Elijah, and I’ll always have the same answer. I’m fine,” she told me.
“Make yourself at home,” I told her as I darted towards the kitchen while taking off my necktie and rolling up the sleeves.
“Do you need any help in cooking?” she asked me. And she sat at the counter. As I walked around the kitchen to grab cooking utensils and ingredients for dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Emma. She sat at my counter in my house so comfortably. The situation has me fantasizing about different things about my kitten. As I got a knife and started chopping the vegetables, I was so engrossed looking at Emma that I accidentally sliced my finger. I jumped in surprise and out of habit I brought my sliced finger up to my lips and sucked on the wound. The wound was bleeding a bit, but it was something I could handle.
“Oh, my gosh, Elijah are you alright?” Emma blurted out as she jumped out and walked right up to me. Her face was etched with concern and worry, and it made me throb in excitement just by looking at her expression. Her expressions were always priceless. She is priceless.
The fantasy of Emma having my finger in her mouth sucking on it suddenly filled my mind.
“Where’s your first-aid kit?” she asked as her head whirled around in search for my non-existing first-aid kit. “I don’t have one,” I told her. She then dashed towards her bag and then ran back to me. To have her approach me in such a manner and to have her worry about me felt amazing as if I had to cut my finger just to see her like this then I would cut all of my fingers.
She came back with a bottle of disinfectant and a Band-Aid. “You’re lucky I always keep a few kinds of stuff wherever I go. You should keep a first-aid kit; you never knew when you might need it,” She told me.
Staring at her as she treated my wound was something entirely different. I was overwhelmed with feelings, strange feelings I’ve never felt before. My urge to devour her grew stronger than before if it was even possible. I wanted to touch each part body and soul. I was losing my control. I should’ve known that something like this would’ve happened.
It started out as admiration and intimately wanting her, but now I wanted so much more of her. I even noticed that she was all I could ever draw, either she was on the dancefloor or a particular part of her. I can’t also concentrate when doing the art I love so much, unconsciously I would draw her like it was the most natural thing to do.
I grabbed her chin as I forced her to look into my eyes. “What are you doing to me?” I asked. Her cheeks turned red as she started stuttering once more. “I’m just treating your wound. Did it hurt?” How innocent this young kitten can be. I wanted to show her off to the world yet at the same time I wanted to lock her up where no one else could have her. My thumb traced over her lips as I stared into her warm glassy eyes. She has no idea the effect she has on me.
“Oh, I wanted to ask this for a while now,” she started saying as she walked back towards the counter. “The red door in your room.” What she said made me tense before I could slip up I turned around to continue chopping the vegetables. “Ah, you saw that. I should warn you, but that room is completely off limits that’s if you want to play with some of my toys which includes whips and chains,” I teased her.
“I already know what’s inside,” she confessed.
My eyes widened in shock as I spun around to face her and asked “How? When?” My composure was lost. No one has ever set foot in that room I should be pissed that she has invaded my privacy, but I’m not. She fidgeted with her fingers as she said “I do apologize if it makes you uncomfortable that I went inside but I guess you can say that curiosity killed the cat. For what it’s worth I think you’re an amazing artist, why don’t you put your work in art galleries or post them in magazines? You’re truly gifted.” Her eyes were beaming with happiness and honesty.
No one knew of my secret hobby, not even my own family. I’m the CEO of various companies I have a reputation to uphold. In my family, it is frowned upon to get yourself involved with the arts. So, this was my first time for someone to find out my secret hobby and my very first compliment. It felt wonderful. This woman never ceases to surprise me.
I suddenly cupped her face and whispered “Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you I immediately knew that I had to have you. As you slipped right through my fingers, I couldn’t help but think of you every single day thus I found myself drawing you. You are what we call an artist’s muse, my muse.” Her cheeks were bright red, and it made it hard for me to fight the urge to kiss her.
Her mouth opened to say something, but it’s like she couldn’t muster the words. Seeing her gaping mouth was enough for me to break, I pressed my lips to hers and practically groaned at the contact. They were sweet and kind just like I remembered. Hearing her mewling against my lips only made me deepen the kiss. I pressed her up against the counter, so my now hard joystick was pressing against her stomach. Hearing my innocent kitten moaning and mewling is sending me over the edge.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
Now.
Chapter 7
Emma
The kiss caught me completely off guard. I knew that I had the strength to push him away, but did I want to push him away?
His soft lips were rough against mine. Taking this chance, I slip my hands into his fiery red hair while he devours my mouth. As I opened my eyes during the kiss I could see his red hair sprawled around his face, it looked like fire consuming every part of him, and I could feel its warmth. It also felt like a fire was consuming my body even during winter. I loved this fire. I want more.
His tongue swipes over my bottom lip, at first, I didn’t know what he wanted but as his hands move to my bum squeezing it. I knew that he wanted entrance to my mouth because when I gasped, he shoved his warm wet muscle into my mouth, exploring every small fraction of my mouth as he runs his hands to the buttons of my shirt, slowing unbuttoning them.
It seemed like he grew impatient with unbuttoning my shirt because halfway through he ripped it right open making all the button scatter on the floor. His lips began to assault my neck; I tilted my head back as my mouth hung open breathing heavily. His lips left a burning trail down my skin; it was like his fiery red hair was consuming every part of me. I never thought I would be in this kind of situation.
“Elijah,” I whimpered as his hands traveled over my exposed skin.
He quickly unhooked my bra and before I could prepare myself his hands started caressing my breasts making me gasp out a moan. He removed his lips from my inflamed skin, and I felt him lean closer to my ear, his voice husky and tainted as if he’s battling to control himself.
“I want to hear you call my name my kitten.”
“Elijah,” I loudly stuttered as I gripped onto his shoulders. One of his hands left my breasts and started trailing up and down my leg. I’ve never been touched like this before; the new feeling filled me with a burning fire of desire. It almost felt like I was back on the dancefloor, feeling alive.
Suddenly he started rubbing circles on the private part underneath my ties; it was my first time being touched there making me yelp at the unknown feeling. Then when I felt more pressure on my bundle of nerves, it made me cry out in pleasure. Next thing I know I was moving my hips against his hand, the desire that gathered up inside felt like it was about to explode. My legs couldn’t support me anymore as they trembled in pleasure, Elijah removed any intimate contact as he scooped me up into his arms and started hastily walking towards his room.
“Emma, I can’t take it anymore. I need you,” he said as his icy eyes stared at me as if he was asking permission to take the next step. I wasn’t the type to do this with any guy, but all rational thinking was thrown out the window the moment he pressed his lips against mine. At this moment of pleasure, everything felt so right.
He then gently laid me down on his bed as he stood beside the bed looming over me as his eyes took in every crevice of my body. I averted my eyes from his intense one and slowly nodded my head. He then started unbuttoning his shirt, and each one he undid gave me a peek at his muscular chest. When his shirt was completely
off, I admired his strong body, huge pecks, and abs that were absolutely mouthwatering.
“Enjoy what you see, kitten?” he asked, but I quickly averted my eyes. I heard Elijah unbuckle his belt as he let it hit the floor with a clink. To say I was nervous, was an understatement, my heart felt like it was about to leap right out of my chest. I couldn’t calm down this raging heart of mine that’s filled with anxiety. I wanted Elijah to take me into his arms at the same time I tried to push him as far away as possible.
I felt some part the bed sank when he crawled over me. I expected him to reconnect our lips or continue to assault my burning skin, but instead, he stayed hovering over me. I slowly turned towards him to see what he’s up to but noticed that he was doing nothing but staring at me with a burning passion in his eyes.
“What are you do—” My stuttering was much worse now than it was before. Elijah cut me off by suddenly grabbing my hand and placing it right above his beating heart. “I’ve never been this nervous before,” he shockingly said. His heart was beating faster than mine. His eyes were on me. Was this how he feels or me?
I looked away in embarrassment, but I knew he saw the lust deep inside. He then leaned forward and whispered in my ear “It’ll hurt a little at first, but you’ll feel good afterward. Can you handle it?”
My body was practically begging for it, my heart was trying to keep up, and my mind was too jumbled up with all this sexual tension to think about it. He suddenly nibbled on my collarbone almost like he was giving me time to prepare myself mentally.
My stomach knots into a ball of emotions, but I won’t let it show.
“Elijah,” I whimpered once more. Almost like a beast has woken up inside of Elijah he was quick to slide my skirt off along with my pink panties as well. Before I even knew it both of us were stark naked. “Emma,” he moaned out as I felt his smaller man poke my inner thigh.
