by Cee Smith
“Yes, what?”
“Yes to both, oh god,” her back bowed from the bed as my fingers entered her. I pressed down on her clit with the weight of my tongue, and tingles erupted across my skin as she came on my fingers and tongue with my name on her lips. I lifted off the bed, making sure I had her eyes before licking the remnants of her off my fingers. Her half-mast blue eyes were dark and seeking.
“I have something for you,” I said while putting on my pants. I finished zipping up before continuing, “It’s in the closet. You’ll know it when you see it.” She slipped on a robe I handed her and walked on her tippy toes to the closet like a child afraid of the boogeyman. She came back out with the large box I had had delivered. Placing it on the bed, she took a step back, unsure of how to proceed.
We were venturing into unchartered territory, and I could tell she was shaken by the change. I noticed that about Hailey—she was fearless and reserved all at the same time. Even when we had sex, she never colored far outside the lines. She didn’t know, but I watched her—every breath, every movement, every flutter of her eyelashes. I watched as she struggled to hold on to the reins that would keep her from experiencing my wrath, and just like those times, she waited to read me before proceeding. When I gave her a nod, she opened the box, her delicate hands unfolding the paper like one handles the last leaves of fall. She unwrapped until the lightest shade of mint green came into view.
She gave me another look before pulling the dress out and placing it onto the bed. Her eyes may not have shown any reaction to the designer brand on the outside of the box, but the look she gave the dress—fully outstretched against the black bedspread—was something to behold. I held a similar look when I saw it online, knowing that it would fit her beautifully, and the color against her skin would be a sight to behold.
“Go on. Put it on. I want to see you in it.” I ignored Hailey’s cautiousness, focusing solely on how excited I was to see her try the dress on. Clema was the only person who mattered in my life who I got gifts for, and it wasn’t until I saw the box in Hailey’s hands that I realized I actually cared about another person’s reaction. Because despite her being here against her will, Hailey was always genuine in her reactions. I would know how she truly felt about the dress.
“Okay.” She had become comfortable enough that her nudity was no longer a thought. She untied the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the ground before unzipping the dress and pulling it up around her hips.
“Would you mind?” She held her hair up, looking back at me. Seeing her partially in the dress made me second-guess herself. I didn’t know if I could let other men look at her.
Reluctantly, I zipped her up, kissing her neck before she let her hair fall back down her shoulders. The soft green against her tan skin was better than I’d hoped. She looked like a mermaid. The barely-there fabric fit her like a second skin, and skinny straps hung on her shoulders, dipping low to reveal the valley of her breasts. All of her best assets were cleverly concealed; however, the dress showed off her physique. The fabric cinched in at her slim waist and clung down past her round hips and toned thighs before flaring out past her knees.
“I take it your lack of words means you like it?”
“You’re beautiful in nothing, but in that dress, you’re simply stunning. You should probably take it off before I rip you clean out of it and fuck you on its rags.”
“Do you think you can restrain yourself long enough for me to look?”
“Mmmm, that mouth. Give me a kiss to distract me.”
She walked over to me, the dress shimmering like sunrays reflecting off water. The garment scratched across my chest as her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me into her. I dipped my head down, and her soft lips touched mine, her sweet kiss morphing into something deeper as her moan penetrated my mouth. My hand was firm against the dip in her back as I took over the kiss, my tongue matching hers in a war of passion that always took place whenever we touched.
She began to pull back, yet I held strong, tightening my grip around her waist and recapturing her mouth with a vigorous kiss that had her whimpering in response. I let her go, trailing a finger from the hollow of her throat down to where the fabric met in a V below her chest. “You should go,” I admitted.
She escaped to the closet. I gave her a few minutes alone before following. I stopped in the doorway, watching as she twirled in front of the full-length mirror. She stood stock still with her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder in an attempt to get a backside view.
“That’s my favorite view, too,” I said, putting my hands inside my pockets I watched as a blush broke out across her cheeks. She took one last glance in the mirror before sauntering over to me, my body still leaning against the frame of the doorway.
“The dress is beautiful. Thank you,” she said quietly.
“It’s my pleasure. Besides you’ll be the hottest woman there. The ball is next Friday. We’ll fly out of here early Friday morning and be back Saturday evening. I know you were trying to finish up your finals soon so I would recommend you work on doing that this week.
“OK. Can you help me out of the dress? I don’t want to ruin it before then.”
“Come here.”
The dress eventually did make it back inside the box, sometime after I took Hailey, fucking her mercilessly as her body curved around the doorway like a horseshoe. God, what was this woman doing to me? I took her because I needed her because I wanted her, because I could bring out her potential, but the more she opened up to me, the more lost I felt. I loved it, and I hated it. I tried containing my driving need for her, but I was an addict, and Hailey was my favorite drug. I just didn’t want to lose sight of the main reason she was there.
***
I was poring over Hailey’s final paper when Clema knocked on the door that was already opened.
“You can come in, Clema.”
“I just wanted to ask you about next week. I know you said you and Hailey would be attending the ball. Will you be needing me for those two days?”
“No, you take the time off. You deserve it. I know it hasn’t been easy for you these past couple weeks.”
“Hailey’s a good girl. Is that her paper?” Clema nodded her head towards the paper on the right side of my desk, drawing my eyes back to the scattered papers littering the desk.
Per our agreement, all of Hailey’s work was submitted to me before she turned it in. That way I was able to run it through a program that detected certain trigger words. I didn’t much care for having to screen Hailey’s work, but I actually enjoyed reading her papers. I knew she was an honors student, but she was leaps and bounds above what her professors expected from her. I also admired that she was a self-starter. She knew that I was very successful in business, yet she didn’t ask for my help.
“Yes. It’s her final paper.”
“That’s great. This ball will be a celebration for the both of you.”
“Yes, I guess it will.”
“And when did you plan on talking to her?”
I knew the question was coming. Clema had been dropping hints here and there the last week, but she never outright asked. I wasn’t any more prepared for the question than I had been when I had originally brought Hailey to the house. It would scare her, and we were still too fragile to test her with that kind of admission.
“Dr. Reynolds will be here in a couple weeks—”
“After everything you’ve both been through, Dominic, she deserves the truth. But you need to be prepared for any outcome.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m getting what I need from her; that’s not a question.”
“I’m not talking about her liver, Dominic. I’m talking about her heart. You need to be prepared that she may not forgive you for what you’ve done.” Clema rose from the chair. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
Clema pulled the equivalent of an emotional drive-by and hightailed it out of there, leaving me to deal with the fallo
ut. I didn’t quite know what to think of what she said, but I couldn’t let her words change anything. There was too much at stake, and I had risked too much already not to follow through. I was getting a piece of that liver no matter what.
On my monitor, Hailey changed into the tangerine bathing suit that crisscrossed across her stomach in a thick-banded X. She had an extra spring in her step—a culmination of four years of hard work paying off would do that. Though, I was surprised that submitting her final paper hadn’t set her back, hadn’t reminded her that her degree was meaningless in my world.
She dived into the pool, her muscles standing rigid against the graceful lines of her body; her arms and feet pointed perfectly as she fluttered through the water with barely a splash. By her second lap, I found myself leaving the office, making quick strides to the basement to join her. The pull between us was like a rubber band, snapping us back to each other no matter how hard we tried to fight it.
Rolling my pants legs up, I dropped my feet into the warm water and waited until she swam back to my end of the pool. She swam over to me, giving my foot a slight tug before her face flipped up above the water. Rivers of water ran from her hairline through her eyes and dripped off her chin. She held onto my foot with one hand and wiped the dripping water out of her eyes with the other.
“So, how does it feel to be done?”
“Good. It feels good,” she said through a barely contained smile. I could feel how excited she was.
“You should be proud. It’s quite an accomplishment.”
“Did you go to college?” She rested her chin on her forearm as she leaned over the side of the pool, looking intent in her questioning.
“Yes, it meant a lot to my father that I had an education. I went to Harvard for Economics. After my parents went missing, I had to take over the company, since it was still private at the time. I hired my current CEO six months after they went missing.”
“You said it was a small company before. How did you expand?”
“Hiring the right people. Making the right choices. We started looking into companies that were struggling, but had something that we needed or a resource we could use. For example, one of the last companies we acquired sits on an oil reserve. We tore down the buildings and now pump the land for oil. After my parents’ disappearance, I transformed Callas Enterprises into a holding company.” I had forgotten how nice it was to talk about what my company did. After college, it had become my everyday life, and it had been so long since I had had to explain who I was or what I did to anyone. It was refreshing to share this with her.
“Wow. That’s brilliant.”
“I have a good team. I’ve read your work; you would do extremely well in business. You’re a natural.”
“I don’t know.”
“If you wanted to start a business, I would back you.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“Do I seem like the type of person to stroke someone’s ego for the hell of it?”
“Definitely not.”
“There you go.” She seemed to accept my words, but she still didn’t believe what I said. I didn’t want to think too long about whether she doubted herself or me because either answer didn’t sit well with me. Her face took on a solemn look as her cheeks dropped and the corners of her lips turned down. There was no point asking what was bothering her because I knew she wouldn’t tell me, so I did the only thing I knew to take her mind off whatever was bothering her.
I let my hand trail down her neck, and her eyes sparked with the fire that my touch could always ignite. As she moved between my legs, I reached down, taking one of her hardening nipples between my fingers, giving it a slight pinch. Her hands broke the surface of the water dripping across the front of my slacks as she reached for my zipper.
My breath lodged firmly in my throat. Her touch always left me feeling split wide open, like tectonic plates shifting, creating a crater where none existed before. I jumped in her palms, and she used that as leverage. Excitement shone on her face with my obvious reaction to her touching me.
She worked me furiously with her palms, and I found myself scooting closer to the edge, seeking more. I pinched her nipple harder, and she dipped a little lower beneath the water so I could no longer reach her breasts. I growled and pulled the back of her head closer to my lap. When those fucking lips wrapped around my cock, I thought I would explode right then and there.
“Fuck, I wondered how long it would take for those lips to find my cock.”
My cock twitched with the varying temperatures—the cool palm that pumped me in time to her heated tongue that swallowed me whole. I pulled her hair, tugging her face to the side to see how her eyes squinted from the discomfort of having me fully lodged in her throat. I let her have her way with me—when she committed herself to something, she was thorough, using every bit of skill she possessed. Sucking dick was no different. She attacked me with everything she had. I especially loved the way she raked her nails against my balls.
“I don’t know how I get any work done with you around. God, all I think about is fucking you and licking that sweet pussy of yours and watching you lick my come off your lips. You’re so god damn sexy.” I knew what my words did to her. Right then her pussy was so slick that I could tunnel through her with absolutely no resistance. She moaned around my dick and it felt like little tremors traveling the length of me.
I gathered her soaked tresses, pulling them into a knot at the back of her head and guided her up and down, up and down. When I looked down at her, her eyes were transfixed on mine, like she got off watching me.
“Ah, matakia mou,” I whispered, my thigh muscles tightening as I pumped my hips to meet her mouth. She didn’t gag or sputter. The only sign of her discomfort was in the slight wince when I pushed past the back of her throat and she swallowed against me.
I was two seconds away from shooting my load down her throat when I jumped into the water, clothes on and all. We worked at my clothes furiously. She pulled my pants down, and I stepped out of them while pulling my sweater up around my neck. I didn’t need to tell her how I wanted her. She leaned her chest over the edge of the pool, sticking her ass out to meet me. I quickly peeled her bathing suit off and kissed her shoulder lightly. She exhaled a soft sigh just before I grabbed her hips in my hands and rammed into her.
“Ugh!” she grunted. Her words were like a stroke against my cock. I slowed down and let her work down my shaft until her butt was nestled tight against my groin.
“Is this what you came here for? You haven’t fucked me in 24 hours. Did you miss me? Miss shooting your come in me? I finished my work. Now you can keep me chained to your bed so you can fuck me whenever you want. Is that what you want?”
“Shut the fuck up before I stick my dick back in your mouth. You wouldn’t be able to speak with a cock shoved down your throat, now would you?” I knew what she was doing. She didn’t know how to ask for me to fuck her harder so she used words to incite a rage in me. I pounded into her harder just the way she liked, her moans echoing loudly off the walls.
Her nails dug into the back of my thighs, “Why? Are you afraid I know your secret? That I’m embedded in your every thought? That you fuck me like a drug that gets you through your pathetic d—” I rutted half her body over the rim of the pool, and the words vanished in her throat as I knocked the wind from her lungs. My knees scraped against the tiled pool, my skin breaking open as I pushed her deeper into the wall.
I gripped the back of her neck forcing her face onto the tiled floor as I leaned over her so she could hear me over her frantic breathing, “What’s pathetic is how you fill your days with your silly little schedule so you can distract yourself from thinking of me fucking you and from writing our initials in hearts on your notebook like some little fucking schoolgirl. Don’t think I don’t see through your façade. I imagine by Monday you’ll be dropping to your knees to beg me for something else to do because the pressure will be too much to withstand. You
want to stay chained to my bed so I can fuck you at my whim. Don’t kid yourself.”
“Fuck you,” she grunted out.
“Baby, you already are. Now come for me.”
Her legs moved frantically against mine as if to buck me off her, before she stilled as her orgasm traversed her body like an electrical current.
“Dominic, please, no more. No.”
“As if once is enough for you.”
I continued pumping into her; she clutched the rim of the pool as I pushed through her orgasm, spurring on another. I reached around her thigh to take her clit in my fingers and her hands slapped against the wet floor as if to tap out. I pounded into her and my balls clenched fast against me, before my orgasm rocketed through me. I pinched her clit at the same time I felt my come spurt into her. “Dom!” she screamed as her pussy clenched down on me again and again until my balls were empty, and we both collapsed over the side of the pool.
I carried her to the upstairs bathroom where I filled the bathtub up with bubbles. We got in, washing the salt water off each other’s skin, taking our time with every lather and stroke. Cradling her in my arms, with her back against my chest, I was comforted by the way her head leaned back into my shoulder. Her body tensed and her churning thoughts were like a third body, stealing the warmth of the water.
“What is it?” I finally asked as I pulled the hair stuck to her back over and across one shoulder. My hand absently rubbed her back while I waited for her to find the words. She took an exhaustive breath before speaking, and I knew that what she had to say had her mind tangled up in thoughts that were brought on by a culmination of the day’s events—her final paper, finishing school, sex in the pool.
“When you took me, did you actually think about what a life with me would look like? I mean long term.” My hand stopped moving, startled by her line of questioning. This was twice I was blindsided with conversations I had no intention of having.
