by Stella Stone
“Son,” my father’s voice booms.
My father and I haven’t always seen eye to eye. He doesn’t understand my lifestyle, doesn’t see why I don’t like to socialize, or venture out of my house. He’s critical about that aspect of the way I live. I don’t blame him though. I’m definitely not like normal people.
Clearing my throat, “Dad.” I expect to hear my mom speak next, but she doesn’t.
“I called because I’d like to have you come to the house next weekend,” his words cause my body to jerk slightly. I frown. I haven’t left the house in longer than I’d care to admit, and they know this, which is why they usually come here for a visit. “We’re worried about you, son.”
I chuckle at his words and can almost hear his displeasure through the phone. “I’m good, dad. I actually was going to invite you here next weekend. I met a woman, I’d like you and mom to meet her.”
There’s silence for a beat too long, and I open my mouth to ask him if he’s still on the line when he finally speaks. “A woman? Who and where?” he asks, disbelief obvious in his tone.
I shake my head, a smile on my face. “She was my neighbor, moved in a while ago and we hit it off,” I semi-lie.
“We’ll be there, what time?”
My father’s quick response, tells me that both he and my mom were worried that I wouldn’t meet anyone, or that something was wrong with me and they had probably staged a mini-intervention for next weekend. I’m glad I dodged that bullet, odds are it would have ended up in a huge fucking fight.
“Saturday, six o’clock. We’ll do dinner and drinks,” I offer.
My father clears his throat. “Okay, son,” his voice almost shakes. My father doesn’t do emotion, but it seems like he was truly worried, because he seems choked up right now. “Tell me a little about her so your mother won’t freak out as much,” he chuckles.
“She’s twenty-eight, works for an attorney in town. She just moved here, so she doesn’t really know anyone yet. She’s got a killer fuckin’ body,” I smirk, thinking about her laid out for me last night, the way I made her touch herself and then the way I fucked her face until she came at the same time I filled her mouth with my own release. “Black hair, and dark brown eyes. A complete knockout dad.”
My father doesn’t speak immediately, but I know he’s just processing. “I can’t wait to meet her, and your mother is going to be over the top about this, you know that right?”
I laugh. I know she will be. I’ve never brought a woman to meet my parents. I’ve never seriously dated anyone, not since high school anyway. I’ve just fucked girls from bars when I was in college, and when I got older, call girls from reputable agencies. Not normal, probably, but less hassle than finding a one-night stand.
“She’ll love her,” I say.
My dad ends the call and I let out a breath. In less than a week my parents are going to be here, meeting my woman. My future wife. The mother of my children. I just may be as excited as they are.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KINSLEY
Keeping my head down and focused on my work, is what is getting me through this day. Not only is my body ramped up and feeling like a million nerve endings cover every inch of it, but Jordan has been over to talk to me every hour on the hour. There is absolutely no sneaking away from him today, and if he leans his ass against my desk, and drags his finger down my arm one more time I might scream.
My phone’s alarm goes off and I quickly stop it, letting out a sigh. I didn’t want to be caught up in my work and miss five o’clock today, so I set an alarm for myself. I go about closing down my computer and cleaning up my desk when a shadow appears, again.
“Have you thought anymore about what I mentioned, Kinsley?” Jordan asks, his finger gently gliding up and down my arm. I grind my teeth together, trying to keep from yelling at him and getting fired. “I told my wife all about you, described you and she’s extremely interested,” he murmurs. He keeps his voice low because the office is still full of people.
I shake my head. “I have a boyfriend, we’re very monogamous,” I say, before sucking in a breath and holding it in.
I just want him to go away, to leave me alone. He doesn’t though. He stays planted against my desk, his finger continuing to touch my arm.
“That’s too bad. I thought that you liked your job here. I’d hate for you to lose it, and lose your boyfriend all at the same time,” he says, then makes a tsking sound.
My head turns to the side and my eyes shoot up to his. “Why would I lose my boyfriend?” I demand.
I know he’s definitely the type of man that would find a reason to fire me and make it look legitimate. But I’m curious as to how he’d ruin my relationship with Heath, or at least, how he would try.
Jordan grins. “Oh, I’m sure I could find some very interesting ways, Kinsley. Now, Friday night, I expect you ready to fuck.”
He stands and walks away from me, my heart racing with each step he takes. My hands shaking at the thought of what he could attempt. I grab my purse from its spot in the bottom of my drawer and hurry out of the office. I need to get home, and feel safe again, with Heath.
My hands shake the entire drive home. Once I pull into the driveway, I inhale a deep cleansing breath before I release it. Taking my purse from the passenger seat, I unfold from the car, and hurry inside. I don’t know if that asshole is watching me, or not, but I feel weird from his earlier statements.
The front door is unlocked when I turn the knob, and I’m glad for it, because I don’t have a key, yet. I expect to see Heath in the living room but he isn’t there. In fact, I don’t see him anywhere.
I listen for a noise to alert me to which room he’s in but I don’t hear one. Then, there’s a pounding sound, that comes from outside and my heart ramps back up, but for a different reason—he’s outside working out.
My feet carry me quickly out to the backyard and I freeze once I’m outside. Heath is shirtless, wearing only low slung sweatpants and there’s sweat dripping down the center of his back as he punches the weight bag in front of him.
Pressing my thighs together, I try not to moan, but I can’t help myself—he looks that good. He pauses then turns his head to look over his shoulder at me. He lifts his chin and I walk toward him. His hair is hanging down, wet with sweat, as is his face, and my entire body shivers at the sight.
“Gimme a kiss, Sugar,” he rasps when I’m close enough to touch him.
Rising on my toes I press my lips against his in a short kiss. “Why don’t you go in and take a bath or something. How about some pizza tonight to go with our movie?” he asks.
I had completely forgotten about our relaxing dinner and a movie. I practically squeal at his suggestion of a bath. “That sounds amazing,” I breathe.
He winks, “What kind of pizza do you want, Sugar?”
I quickly rattle off my pizza order and his hand smacks my ass when I’m finished and he tells me to hurry and go take my bath.
“Kinsley, Sugar,” he calls out as I step through the sliding glass back door. I pause and turn around to look at him. “No clothes when you come back down, yeah?”
My eyes travel up to his and he winks, again, a smirk on his lips. “Okay, Heath,” I exhale.
Closing the door behind me, I make my way toward the master bedroom and then into the adjoining bathroom. Starting the bath I think about his request, his requests actually over the last few days. It seems like I’m constantly naked around this house, and he’s said he can’t wait to keep me here with him.
I frown, maybe he’s into the slave/master thing. I bite my bottom lip thinking about that, if it’s what we already have, I’m not sure I even care to question it. I feel beautiful when I’m naked with him. He makes me feel absolutely stunning in my own skin, can I really question that, or the motive behind it?
Shaking my head, I dip my toe to test the water. Climbing inside I sink down, moaning as the warm water soothes my aches. No, I can’t question anything abo
ut the way he makes me feel. I love it too much.
If Heath wants to look ,and touch me, while we’re alone in our own home, then I’m perfectly fine with that. I giggle, our home, I can’t believe that I’m actually living with him. It all feels like a perfect fast paced, dream.
HEATH
I finish beating the bag in front of me before I grab for my jump rope. I already ran on my treadmill before Kinsley came home and flipped the tire in my yard. I was hoping to be completely finished with my work out before she walked through the door but I didn’t quite make it.
Once I’m done, I grab my cell phone and quickly enter the online order for our pizzas. Kinsley likes Canadian bacon, pepperoni, green bell pepper and olive on her pie. I shake my head, I’m a meat lovers kinda guy myself and no way in fuck do I want olives and bell peppers disgracing my pizza.
When the order is complete, I walk into the guest bathroom and decide to shower in there. I don’t want to bother Kinsley’s bath. She has to be sore and exhausted.
Eventually, her body will get used to my demands, but I could tell that it’s taking a little toll on her. Another reason she should quit her job, she’s fucking tired.
Once I’m showered, I wrap the towel around my waist and make my way into our bedroom. Kinsley has the door open, and I try to resist, but I can’t. Peeking inside, I see her lying in the tub, her tits floating just at the top of the water and I groan at the sight of her.
She turns her head and opens an eye, then smiles. “Hey, Honey,” she whispers.
“Pizza’ll be here in ten,” I softly tell her.
She nods, her eyes glancing down to my hips, then back up to my face. “Okay, I’ll be out in a minute, meet you downstairs?”
I think about her words and I shake my head. “We’ll eat in bed, you look beat, Sugar.”
She frowns, and something I can’t quite read crosses over her face before it disappears. “Long day at work, I’m ready for it to be Friday,” she sighs.
I open my mouth to tell her about my parents coming over but the doorbell interrupts me. Leaving the towel around my waist, I hurry downstairs.
I’ve already paid and tipped online so I open the door and take the pizza from the driver with an offered thanks before I close and lock it. Shutting down the rest of the house, I grab a couple of waters from the fridge, and make my way back upstairs.
When I walk into the bedroom, my breath hitches. Kinsley is on her side of the bed, her back propped up against some pillows and the headboard. Her black hair is down and around her elbows, messy and sexy as fuck, her skin is pink from the warm bath water and she’s completely naked. She looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had in my entire life, and she’s mine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KINSLEY
Heath stands in the doorway of the bedroom, pizza and bottles of water in hand. There’s a towel wrapped around his hips and I can’t look away. Licking my lips, he makes a noise and I tear my eyes away and lift them to his. He’s focused on me, and my body is on fire, just from his gaze alone. He grins, before he starts walking toward me. I expect him to throw the food down and pounce on me, but he doesn’t.
His towel drops to the floor, and I hold my breath as he climbs into bed next to me. Before I realize what’s happening, he has the boxes open and the television remote control in his hand. I frown, looking over at him, but he doesn’t even glance at me, as he shoves his pizza in his mouth.
I take a piece out myself and nibble on the end. A few minutes of silence goes by and then the movie begins. Heath continues eating his pizza. I turn to him, and slowly he does the same, smiling.
“I’ve never eaten naked so much in my life,” I blurt.
Heath’s smile turns into a chuckle. “Get used to it, Sugar. I like you naked,” he winks. “How was your day?” he asks, changing the subject.
An image flashes in my mind of Jordan and his slimy smile and disgusting demand. I think about telling Heath, but I don’t know how he would react. There’s really nothing that he can do, and I don’t think he’d leave this house to confront him anyway, he seems happy to stay here, always. I’m sure he’s got some kind of disorder, but I honestly don’t care, it’s refreshing always knowing where he’ll be.
“What happened?” he almost growls.
I shrug. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck and it squeezes. I lift my eyes to his. His jaw is clenched and there’s a muscle twitching in his cheek as he stares down at me. “You’re mine, Kinsley. There’s nothing for you to handle now. What is it?” he demands.
Letting out a breath, I give him a sad smile. “It’s just my boss. He’s come on to me a few times. I’m looking for something else. I don’t really want to work there anymore,” I admit.
His fingers flex around the back of my neck but he doesn’t speak immediately. I watch as his nostrils flare, and I hold my breath waiting for him to respond. “You have two weeks to get a new job or you’re staying here with me. No way in fuck am I okay with you working there anymore,” he growls.
“Two weeks?” I breathe.
This town isn’t huge, and there doesn’t seem to be a thriving job market, I don’t know how I’m going to find something in that timeframe. Plus, I’m not sure I really care for the way he’s telling me what to do, and how to do it.
Heath’s eyes narrow, “I’m not fucking around, Kinsley. This fuck thinks he can hit on you, make you feel uncomfortable? Fuck that. He’s doing it because he’s gotten what he wanted before,” he shakes his head. “He will not get you, and he will not take you. You are not his.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. My tongue tastes his lips and I moan. He tastes like cheese, sauce, and a little sausage. It’s delicious.
“You can’t kiss me and think that I’ll forget about this shit,” he grunts.
Nipping his bottom lip, I kiss his jaw, over to his ear. “I know you won’t forget, Honey. I’ll promise to try really hard to be out of there in two weeks,” I whisper.
He grunts again, his fingers twitching. “Okay, Sugar. No more talk of this douchebag.”
Giggling, I suck on his earlobe. He releases my neck and I feel him move around a little, then his hands wrap around my waist and he drags me over to his body. On my knees, between his thighs, I kiss down his chest, making my way toward his hard cock.
Swirling my tongue around the head, I suck him into my mouth. Heath’s knees bend, as one of his hands shifts into my hair. I moan around his thick cock, causing his fingers to tighten in my hair.
I relax, keeping my mouth open, his hand moving me up and down on his cock, using me to fuck himself. It feels amazing, my eyes slide closed as he moves me the way he wants me.
“Take me, Sugar. Take all of me,” he rasps as he lifts his hips, causing him to sink farther down my throat.
He doesn’t warn me, but I can tell he’s close and when he comes, I drink him down, whimpering at the feel of him filling my body. He lets out a loud groan, holding me still as he empties down my throat.
“Fuck, Kinsley,” he murmurs, gently guiding me off of his dick. I look up, and he’s smiling down at me so freaking sweetly that my face heats and I feel so shy and awkward.
HEATH
I want to demand that she quit immediately. I don’t though. I’m trying hard to make this relationship work. I can tell that Kinsley is submissive, but only to a degree. She’ll do this at home with me, but she wants to work, she needs to work, at least for now.
Maybe once she sees that I’m completely committed to her, that she’s one hundred percent safe, then she’ll be willing to quit her job and stay here with me always.
I cup her cheek, leaning forward and brushing my lips along hers. “Turn around, lets watch this movie now,” I smile. Her eyes widen, then her mouth pops open slightly. “Problem?” I chuckle.
She squirms, shifting from side to side, but doesn’t verbalize that she wants my touch. I won’t deny her, ever. “Turn aroun
d, Sugar,” I exhale. She nods, turning around and leaning her back against my chest.
Sitting up a little straighter, I pull her up a little higher as well. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and I spread her thighs wide. She gasps but when I don’t do anything more, she slowly relaxes against my chest.
The movie plays in front of us, and I face toward it, pretending to watch. It’s some rom-com, but I don’t plan on really watching it.
Dancing my fingers down the insides of her thighs, I gently stroke her. I don’t touch her pussy, yet, content to massage, and caress her sweet thighs.
I feel her breathing hitch, and she begins to pant, the closer I massage to her pussy. By the time my fingers inch toward her center, it’s my turn to groan. She’s dripping wet, completely fucking soaked.
“Please, Honey,” she whimpers.
I smirk, pressing my lips against the top of her hair, “Please what, Sugar?” I ask as my finger lazily slides through her pussy lips, then circles her clit.
She turns her head, her lips pressing against the underside of my jaw. “Please make me cum,” she breathes.
Without a moment’s hesitation I fill her pussy with two fingers and I begin to fuck her with them. One of her hands lifts behind my head and she holds onto the back of my neck as she rides my hand. It doesn’t take long for her to cry out my name while her cunt clenches my fingers. I let out my own moan, needing relief as well.
Kinsley shifts in front of me, turning around as she straddles my hips and impales herself on my cock. We both groan in unison. This is not how I’d planned this night to happen, but watching her take control, and feeling her power, it’s one of the sexiest moments I’ve ever experienced.
I quietly allow her to ride me, to take what she wants and I do it with complete satisfaction. This is my woman, and she’s fucking perfect.
