by Elaine May
“Not yet. Don’t you come yet.”
“I’m so close.”
“Not yet.” And as the words leave lips that are just lingering by mine, our noses touching, he plunges his fingers inside me again and oh God it feels amazing. I don’t know how many fingers he has inside me massaging my inner muscles like an instrument but he’s touching me in places I never knew existed. My gaze collides with his and warmth spreads like a flood throughout my body. Awareness tickles at the bottom of my spine as the first glimmers of my orgasm start to rush through my body. My groans fill the air and I’m sure at any moment we’re going to be found out. That someone will hear us, see us, and I don’t know why but that thought turns me on even more as his fingers keep up their massage.
“You should stop.” I say between breaths but he doesn’t, he just keeps on playing with me.
“I want to make you come again.”
“N...No Harry. I can’t.” My body is too tight, too sensitive that I don’t think I can take any more.
“I’m not ready to stop yet.”
“Well I am.” I take a grip of his hand and make eye contact with him.
Who does this guy think he is?
He’s just played me at my own game.
Made me come and wants to do it again.
Out in the open where anyone can see us.
“I need to go.” I say, but his hold doesn’t give anything away. Is he that sure of himself that he thinks he doesn’t have to listen to women?
“I told you no.” He pulls away from me and holds up his hands in surrender.
“Look I made a mistake. I thought you liked it. I’m sorry.” I did like it, you bastard, that’s the point. I can hear myself gasping for breath whilehe still holds his hands up. He looks like he’s getting ready to pounce on me again and I don’t know whether I want him to or not.
“You know you want me.”I strike out and slap him again, my hand stinging from the contact.
“Goodbye Mr Bryant.” I say as I turn around and rush from the alleyway, my hand in my bag searching for my cell.
I need to get home.
What did I just do?
What did I let him do?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AYRIA
I hit him.
Again.
The bastard deserved it though. He evoked all these emotions inside me. He’s making me want to do things, like hit him. Hit that look right off his face. I can’t believe I hit him like that, but the cocky prick deserved it.
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, but that doesn’t give him the right.
If anyone has a right to do what they want it’s 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 cell and find his number and press call.
“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 say.
“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.
****
I storm through the doors of the elevator as they open and march myself to his PA’s desk.
“Hello Miss Jonas.” She says while looking up at me in shock. I bet she didn’t expect to see me again.
“Is he in there?” I don’t even stop for her answer.
“Miss Jonas, he’s busy, you can’t just...”
“I don’t care.” I don’t even look back at her as I open his office door. Anger washes itself through me as I see him just sitting there behind his desk, all devil-may-care. So confident, so smug as his smile spreads through his face. I close the door behind me and stand against it.
“Are you having a good day, dear?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came here to see you. You did say I knew where to find you.”
“I didn’t think you would come now.” He sounds almost constricted and I can tell that the last thing he wants me to do is leave. I start to untie the belt of my coat, then I slowly start to undo the large buttons, the top first so he has a hint of what I am wearing underneath. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull him into my trap and the further I go, the more I can see Harry’s bottom lip open as he realises what I’m doing. The last button gives way and the sides of my coat drift apart so he can see me, all of me.
“I need you.”
I glide my coat off my shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor as Harry takes me all in. I’m standing before him in a matching black lace bra and panty set. The same set garter belt rests just above my hips, its straps attaching to my stockings. I look good. I look sexy and right now Harry Bryant can’t keep his eyes off of me.
I’m the one in control and he’d better remember that.
“I want your big fat cock inside me. Do you want me?”I try to look innocent as I lick my lips just for effect and he just stares at me with his mouth open.
“N..N..now.” I say slowly, making sure he can see my tongue work around the words.
“Oh God, you’d best get here now then.” I walk towards him slowly, swinging my hips as I do and I hear his chair move backwards as he makes room for me. I come up to the side of him, making sure to play with his hair as he leans into my touch.
“Do you want me, big boy?” I climb over his lap and make sure my core rubs against his cock which I know is getting harder by the second. I lick up the side of his face and then playfully bite his ear. There he is, he’s nice and big for me now.
“Do you want me, big boy?” I grab him and squeeze him a little.
“Oh God yes.” I remove my hand from his and lower myself onto him, his moan vibrates through the room and then there is a buzz coming from behind me.
“Mr Bryant, your father is on his way.”
“Tell him to get lost.”
“Mr Bryant he says he has to talk to you now, sir.” I can hear a ruckus through the line and then there’s a bang on the door.
“Oh fuck. Can’t he take a hint? Hide now. We’ll finish off when he leaves.” He says as he looks around his office and then gestures to under his desk.
“I don’t believe this.” I say as I gracefully walk behind it and duck down to slip in front of his chair. He sits down quickly and then is pushing his lap in front of me. I can see his bulge and I start to feel hungry for him even though I was supposed to only get him riled up only to leave him again but things have changed and I could make this really interesting.
“Hi son,mind if I come in for a talk?” I hear Joshua say.
“What? Can you make it quick, I’m busy Dad.” I can’t believe he’s just spoken like that to his own father, doesn’t he know how lucky he is? I sit there for a little while, just playing the good girl, but I’m no good girl when I have my prey in my sights and as his dad starts talking about something I decide to strike. I slowly reach up and run my hand along the length of his package and then I go for his zipper and pull him out, wrapping my fingers around him. He is just as I imagined he would be, long and thick, a blue vein travels from the base all the way to his head which starts pulsating with his need for me. I hear him as he shifts around in his chair and I know I have him wondering what’s going to happen next, but he carries on talking to his father. I start to run my fingers along his length feeling the bumps of the vein I was just admiring. He’s soft and smooth agains
t my touch and I want more of him. The smell of him is perfect and I just have to taste him so I wrap my lips around him while he takes in a sharp breath but luckily his father is going on and doesn’t hear him. I flick my tongue over his head, tasting the small taste of pre cum before going down as far as I can, gagging as he reaches the back of my throat. I release him with a pop and then do the same thing again as he shifts around in his chair even more. Poor guy, I’m not being very nice but I never said I was. I go down him again, this time making sure to go slowly before going back up and using my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft.
“U..Um Dad.” I hear him say and I can feel the pain in his voice.
“Are you ok, son?”
“N...N..No.” I go down and once I have him fully inside me I give a little swallow and I hear another groan come from him.
“I don’t feel so well. C..Can we do this tomorrow maybe?”
“Sure son. Maybe you should go home. You really don’t look good.” I have to hold my laughter but then I hear the door open and close and then I hear Harry blow out a breath.
“Fucking perfect timing, as always Dad.” Harry gives away another breath and then one of his hands take a firm hold of my wrist. He pulls me out from under his desk gently but I can see in his eyes he’s anything but. I look up at him giving a certain look as I bite my bottomlip and ask with my eyes what did I do wrong? He growls in response as he starts to walk me backwards, pushing me against the wall.
“You’re a very bad girl.”
“Am I? I’m sorry if that’s what you think.” I say as I tilt my head to the side and bite my lip again.
“Bloody woman.” He whispers as our lips lock and he takes my neck in his hand and squeezes a little. and it becomes harder to breathe, my back aches as he keeps knocking me against it. He lights up a little and just looks at me while his hands glide over my body, leaving a path of hot lava in their wake but I have to stop this before it goes too far. We’re not that far into the game yet, I have to make him wait. He takes a hold of both of my legs and he tries to raise them but I quickly put them down one at a time. He looks confused for a moment.
“What are you doing?” I can hear the desperation in his voice. Oops.
“Stopping you.”
“But what would you want to do that for?” So many questions swim in his eyes and I almost feel guilty but not nearly enough to stop myself.
“I need to go. I have somewhere else to be.”
“But you came here.”
“I know I did, but I still have to go.”
“You can’t just leave me like this again” He questions and he sounds almost childlike, it’s almost pathetic.
“Well I am.” I move around him and go and get my bag which is still hiding behind his desk.
“You’re such a bitch, do you know that?” Of course I know that, idiot. I’ve had it thrown in my face on too many occasions. Gone is the child and now he just sounds like a woman scorned. It’s hard to keep up with all these sides of him.
“Excuse me.”
“You know what? Just fucking go. I’ve had enough of this. Enough of your games.” I must look surprised because there was no way I was expecting that to come out of his mouth so early. Maybe this time I have pushed him too far too soon.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” Why don’t I want to leave him?Something is keeping my feet locked on the floor.
“Goodbye Harry.” And with that I turn to walk away.
“W..W.What?” He takes a step towards me, his eyes raging with anger and something else that I can’t put my finger on. I look down and I can stillsee the shape of his cock bulging, begging to be set free.
“Are you really going to go again?” There’s the sound of the little boy again.
“Yes.” I look down before taking my steps away from him again. His eyes start to shine with hope.
“Don’t go.” His look changes to longing and I just want to make it better but never mind. I can’t.
“Bye, Harry Bryant.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HARRY
The woman is a fucking nightmare.
I hadn’t heard from her, drove myself insane wondering whether to get in contact with her again, and then she did it for me. The relief at hearing her voice was amazing, hopefully I could see her again. To be fair I didn’t expect to see her so quickly.
I didn’t expect to get her lips around my cock and then she had to go and ruin it again. She’s hit me, got me excited and left me cold and I don’t know what to make of it. The moment she said she was leaving again my body just shut down, it was like she was betraying me again. She gave me the best blow job of my life, I wanted her more than I wanted anyone before, I was ready to sink my cock into her deep heat, and then with those words she doused everything inside me. I swear at that moment I could have breathed fire.
She was hot one minute, cold the next.
I don’t know whether I am coming or going with her. I have never felt so many conflicting feelings in my life and I have no clue where to go from here.
Do I try and contact her again? Really there’s no reason why I should as everything is going to plan with regards to the takeover of her grandfather’s business. I met the men from her list the other day, I could tell instantly why she wouldn’t like them and why she would want them out of the way. Stuck in a timethat everyone’s forgotten, the lot of them. They don’t have a clue how to run a business in this century and I can only imagine the old man was exactly the same way. Why he didn’t trust his granddaughter to run the day to day business is beyond me. I’m sure she’d have a better understanding than those old idiots. God knows what he would have been like every day at home. What kind of a life would Ayria have gone through? Before I met her I had done my research, her father was her grandfather’s only son and he married someone that Daddy didn’t approve of but as the only son he was forgiven, or however the old man would forgive. They only had the one child, Ayria, and just before her tenth birthday they died in a car crash and guess who got sole custody of Ayria? The old man. God knows what type of a life she had to have had with him in the driving seat. Dictating her every move, her every thought, to be what he wanted. I can only imagine. It would make my childhood seem like a walk in the park. Don’t get me wrong, I was very lucky, but I was always in the shadows, all three of my siblings could do everything better than me. Even so, what am I supposed to do now?
Shall I just let bygones be bygones and cut my losses?
Never see her again? As soon as the thought enters my brain I can’t even tolerate it. If I were never to see her again I don’t know if I would be able to function because although she has wound me up as tight as a rope in such a short time she has given me something. She has made my life more interesting even though it has only been a few weeks.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
I don’t know why I decide not to,but I don’t phone her.
I leave it for as long as I can. Something deep inside wants me to just pick up my cell and arrange another meeting but I don’t do it. I don’t know if my body could keep up with the yo-yo effect she has on me, so I leave it, even though it leaves me crippled.
I do nothing and not being able to hear her voice or see her starts killing small parts of myself, I can feel every cell dying off and leaving me to my own fate and I hate every moment of it. My family can tell something is wrong, they keep asking questions, my brothers try to get me out but I just want to be left on my own. I work with them every day so they can see how it is affecting me. I try to keep it hidden but it is too hard, I don’t want to act when I feel so off.
When I don’t feel myself.
AYRIA
Not much longer.
He is going to phone.
He has to, history tells me so and when he does then we can really start to play. I am playing everything by my own rule book, but at the moment Harry isn’t sticking to the same rules.
He is supposed to have phoned by now.
Why hasn’t he phoned by now? He is supposed to have phoned.
They all phone eventually and he will too.
He will phone, I am sure of it but every time my cell rings I look down at it with hope but it is quickly quenched when it isn’t his number staring back at me.
He is so annoying.
I can’t deny he is lighting a fire deep inside me that wants to take control and that is something new and unwelcome. It won’t do to start getting feelings for the man, but I can’t help it the more I am forced to think of him with his lack of calls. He is either trying to annoy the hell out of me or scorch me with a deep need that I have never experienced before. It is something I have never gone through before and I want to douse the flames he is trying to light everytime he pops into my head. I try and I try but they just want to grow stronger.
The last time I saw him I hit him. I’ve hit him twice now and all because of what he is doing inside me. I’ve done a lot of things in my time but I have never hit anyone before, but God did it feel nice to knock that cocky look from his face, both times. He said all the right words, ones that would have had any normal girl melting like ice, and I am no normal girl but he did affect me. Oh God did he affect me. My pulse raced as if it was going for a gold medal and then when his hand had graced my inner thigh as he took hold of my leg I thought I was going to combust. I was fixed with his smouldering gaze and my heart fluttered out of control.All my rational thought disappeared with the wind at every word that came out of his mouth and I hate him for it. I hate him for making me feel like this, making me feel things that I don’t want to feel. I am going to play the game with this one and I am going to love every moment of it even if I have to make the first move. He isn’t going to get in contact with me? Then fine I’ll do it, because everything or lack of is pissing the hell out of me. I’ll make sure I am all roses in bloom before I decide to change the game.
