by Noir, Stella
“What about me, Rhonda? Do you think we could become really good friends, too?” he asked.
Rhonda thought for a minute, and she had to admit to herself, she wanted that too. She still had a ways to go, but Joel had been so good and attentive since the accident, she thought she might be able to forgive him one day.
“I would like that Joel, but what about when I am well and no longer have this cast on? Are things going to go back as they were before, because I cannot accept that.”
“I promise you, I will never treat you that way again. When I almost lost you it made me realize how much I really want you around. You have filled a void in my life that I didn’t even realize existed. I’m going to be honest with you. I hope to one day have a sexual relationship with you, and I must also admit, I enjoy many of the things that are in that room upstairs, but I will never again force any of it on you. If you are not comfortable with something, I will not make you do it. You have my word on that.”
Epilogue
Rhonda had agreed to meet Joel in the locked room at 6 p.m. He had promised her a night of pleasure, but she had a few plans of her own. During their recent trip to town, she had purchased a two-piece red confection that barely concealed her womanly treasures. She checked herself in the mirror before heading in Joel’s direction.
When Rhonda stepped into the room, Joel’s manhood took a leap. Wow! She looked great. He had never seen her look so sexy and mature. He lay on the bed admiring her while she slowly walked in his direction.
As soon as Rhonda was within reach, Joel grabbed her and pulled her to the bed. He kissed her thoroughly before moving lower to pay attention to her breasts. He felt her body instantly respond when his hand moved to her womanhood, searching for and finding her clitoris through the clothing she wore. She lay still for a while, allowing him to provide her with the exquisite pleasure that was coursing through her body.
“I want you to use the balls,” she said. “Put them inside me please.”
Joel was quick to grab the two silver balls and move aside the transparent bit of cloth that covered her womanhood. He spread her lips and gently inserted the balls deep inside her before replacing the G-string she wore. When they were in place, she hopped off the bed and walked around the room, allowing him to just observe.
In the months since her recovery, Rhonda had learned to use the balls well, tightly holding them inside while enjoying the pleasure of them moving around inside her. Once she was fully aroused from the balls, she enjoyed the clit clamp that caused her both pain and pleasure. Joel had learned what she expected, and as soon as she lay back down on the bed he knew what to do. With the clamp in place, he dipped his finger deep inside her, feeling her hot juices flow freely. Rhonda moaned when the intense pleasure ran through her body. It would be easy to allow Joel to take her to her climax, but she had other things in mind.
Rhonda reached and removed the clamp, stopping Joel from what he was doing.
“Now, I want you to lay on your back,” she said.
Joel complied, allowing Rhonda to do anything she pleased. He watched in surprise when she placed his wrists into the cuffs at the head of the bed. Once the cuffs were securely in place, she picked up a blindfold and covered his eyes.
This was different from anything they had ever done. Rhonda was usually the one blindfolded, but Joel was on fire and couldn’t wait for her next move.
Rhonda straddled Joel and moved up to his face, placing her womanhood just above his hot mouth.
“Now, you are my slave, and I want you to give me great pleasure,” Rhonda said.
She lowered herself down to allow Joel’s tongue room to work its magic. She had to work hard to keep herself from totally giving in while his tongue flicked in and out of her hot womanhood. When he reached up and bit her clitoris, she thought she would explode.
Rhonda quickly moved away from Joel’s mouth and positioned herself over his manhood, quickly impaling herself with its hotness. She took just a minute to enjoy the fullness before she started moving on him, grinding herself against his hard cock. She was completely in control of the situation, and that made her happy. She continued grinding as hard as she could until she felt her release building rapidly. She reached behind her and grabbed Joel’s balls and squeezed hard, causing him both pleasure and pain. She heard Joel groan loudly as she took him deep inside, convulsing around him, milking him of his seed.
As Joel slept, Rhonda lay awake thinking about what was to come next. She knew she felt a lot better about the future than when she first learned about her parents’ deaths. She knew she wouldn’t ever be leaving Joel to live her own life like she originally intended to. Definitely not after getting so close to him. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t wait for the next chapter of her life.
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Trapped In His World
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter One
“Bill, bill, bill. Well, I can safely say that I am officially screwed.” I throw down the stack of mail that I am halfway through. It makes no sense for me to go any further. I just assume the rest of the envelopes contain more bills and seeing them will only serve to make me more miserable. I sigh heavily and shake my head. What has my life come to? Four years of college and a degree in communications, and what do I have to show for it? I look around my small, dilapidated apartment, in an old building located in a very unsafe part of the city. I have absolutely nothing to show for my hard work.
I get up from my kitchen table, frustrated and a bit angry. I should seriously consider moving back to North Carolina, since New York isn’t working out so well for me. I move to stand at the window. Peering out over the busy city, I remember why I moved here in the first place. I had big dreams of finding an amazing job along with the man of my dreams. Of course, my mother always lectured me about having my head too far up in the clouds. I believe her exact words were: “Life almost never turns out as planned—no, screw that, it never turns out as planned, and Prince Charming only exists in fairy tales.” I smile slightly at the memory of her relentlessly bashing poor Cinderella and the other Disney princesses for being spineless idiots who cannot establish themselves in the world without a man. “Look at the poor example they set for young women. Ridiculous!” My smile widens as I remember her outraged words and aggravated expression.
My mother’s words have never deterred me from dreaming. I still have high hopes of obtaining the perfect life. I still daydream about Prince Charming riding in on a white horse and rescuing me from the rut I find myself in. What is so wrong with me being a romantic and having my heart set on finding the perfect man? I snort. I’m sure my mother can come up with a million examples of what is wrong with that.
I try hard to follow in her footsteps: getting my education and making an effort to be independent. She is the strongest woman I know. She raised three children on her own while holding down two jobs. I have never heard her say she needed a man in her life. But despite all of my efforts, my journey to independence is taking the wrong turn, and I’m failing miserably. I have been out of school for one year now and I still can’t find a decent job. Working for a temp agency is not enough to pay my bills. I’m barely staying afloat here, but I’m reluctant to run back home with my tail between my legs. I really don’t want to hear my mother say “I told you so.” She did encourage me to leave New York and return home after I graduated university.
I growl in the silence of my small kitchen. Maybe if I wasn’t so damn timid and cautious I would be more successful with job interviews. Prospective clients usually take one look at me and assume I can’t manage a job—well, at least that’s what my best friend Chloe says. I always disagree with her, bu
t I’m starting to think that maybe she is right. I glance at my vague reflection in the window. I’m fairly good looking, I think. My light brown skin has the glow of someone with mixed heritage, my hazel eyes and very full lips add to my overall exotic look. I should be able to charm anyone and snag myself a good job. But I suppose Chloe is spot on; my timorous personality is my downfall. I’m not confident enough to be taken seriously by anyone. I frown. I don’t know what to do to change that, it’s just who I am, it’s the way God made me. I’m not even sure I can change. So what do I do? Just carry on in my present state and remain stagnant and unhappy for the rest of my life? Sadness washes over me. I’m only twenty-four years old; the rest of my life is quite possibly a long way off. I think that is way too many years for me to remain unhappy.
I walk back to the table with sagging shoulders. I blow out a breath. It is not even six o’clock, way too early in the morning to be so depressed. I suppose I should buck up and hit the papers for prospective jobs. Here I go again.
*
“For goodness’ sake, Navia Watson, turn that frown upside down, will you?” Chloe throws me an annoyed look. “You’re dragging me down into your world of depression.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t help it.” I sit back in my chair and take a sip of coffee. I suppose I will feel better after my much-needed dose of caffeine. “I woke up this morning and the reality of my life just hit me really hard, that’s all. But enough about my misery, are you ready for your big day?”
Chloe’s instant squeal of delight at my question brings a smile to my face. She claps her hands in sheer glee and bounces up and down in her chair. Other people in the cafe turn to throw strange looks our way. “Oh my gosh, Navia, just one more week to go. Hell yes, I’m ready! I have been anticipating my wedding for months.” She sighs happily, “In one week’s time I will be Mrs. Chloe Decker.”
I laugh, “Alright Mrs. Decker-to-be, try to rein in your excitement a little before you fall out of your chair. I’m not strong enough to carry you down the aisle if you break something.”
She snickers and rolls her eyes. “Fine, I’ll pipe down. I’m just so excited.”
“I know, and I’m extremely happy for you. Seth is an awesome guy, and he is lucky to have you.”
“Aw, thanks, Navia. You’re damn right, he’s lucky.” She laughs, “What about you? Are you ready to rock the totally gorgeous dress I picked out and strut down the aisle, Miss Maid of Honor?”
I feel physically ill at the mere thought. I groan, “Don’t remind me, Chloe, I’m about to break out in hives just thinking about all those eyes on me.” I take another gulp of coffee in an attempt to calm my suddenly ruffled nerves. I hate attention, and that is just what I will be getting next week, especially in the figure-hugging dress Chloe picked out.
“Oh please, get over yourself, girl. You’re going to look amazing. Hell, I’m even kind of jealous, you look better in your dress than I do in my damn bridal gown. If only we could exchange bodies for that day. I would kill for your boobs,” she mutters.
I snort loudly. I wouldn’t mind having her slender frame rather than my full, curvy figure. I’ve always been told that my body is sexy, but it garners too much unwanted attention from men. Being the shy person that I am, it’s rather embarrassing to have men blatantly staring at my chest and ass. “I’m serious, Navia,” Chloe says. “I wish I had a Latina mother, too. I would have gotten a little more curves.”
I scoff, “How dare you wish for another parent? I love your mother, she’s the best.”
“You know what I mean, woman. You’re all exotic-looking and voluptuous. Anyway, you had better get over your insecurities by next week. All eyes will be on you when you walk down the aisle ahead of me.”
I sigh, wondering if I could skip the walking part and just magically appear at Chloe’s side at the altar. “I guess I will have to get over it,” I murmur. Chloe throws me a smile. It’s the overly sweet smile she gives me when she is about to ask for something. I have been getting that same smile since we met in college. She was one year ahead of me but we clicked instantly when we met one night at a party. “OK, spit it out. What do you want?” I ask before she even says a word.
She giggles, “Oh, Navia, you know me so well. I do indeed have a favor to ask you. Well, it will benefit you, as a matter of fact. I need someone to fill in for me at work until Seth and I return from our honeymoon.”
I cock an eyebrow. “And you want me to do it? Doesn’t your very rich boss have people lined up for incidents such as these?”
“No, he doesn’t. It isn’t every day his secretary gets married, after all. Come on, Navia, it will only be for one week. I already told him I have someone ready to standin for me, just to save him the trouble of having to find someone himself.”
“You did what? What made you so sure I would agree?”
She throws me a “get real” look. “Uh, because you’re in desperate need of extra cash.”
I cross my arms and throw her a grudging look. “Well, you got me there,” I mutter. “I’m not sure about this, Chloe. Your boss just agreed to all of this and he hasn’t even met me? How does he know I’m competent enough to assist him for an entire week?” I don’t think I can handle it; my self-confidence isn’t exactly at the standard level. I sigh. There lies my biggest hindrance in life.
Chloe flips her blonde hair and throws me a superior look. “Hello, I have been working for Jason Black for two years now; he trusts me and my judgment. If I tell him I have someone capable of running his office for a week, he will go with it. Besides, you are going to want to jump on this opportunity, Navia. If you do well, which I know you will, I can get him to write you a stellar recommendation. Don’t deny that you need one to land a decent job and quit that damn temp agency.”
I glare at her, but remain silent. She is speaking the truth, after all. A good recommendation from a prominent billionaire businessman can do wonders for starting a girl’s career. Chloe continues, “Not only that, but he told me what he would be willing to pay a standin for one week, to sweeten the deal.” She takes out a pen and writes a figure on a napkin. I lean over to take a peek.
I gasp, my mouth hanging open. “Shut up! For one measly week? I’m totally in. I will be at his office bright and early with bells on.”
Chloe lets out a laugh. “That’s my girl. Now, about Mr. Black: he’s a bit… different.”
Uh oh, I don’t like the sound of that. “Well, that’s a bit ominous. What’s wrong with him?” I ask suspiciously. I’m starting to have second thoughts about accepting the offer. But the money that I would get for the week would be enough to put a major dent in my debts, especially my student loan, and I could really use that recommendation. After Chloe’s statement, though, I’m now feeling kind of apprehensive.
“When I say different, I don’t mean like serial killer different. He’s just overly private and… intense. Not to worry, all you have to do is manage things in the office and stay out of his way; nothing more to it. He is a very nice man and I haven’t had any problems working for the guy. I tell you, his generosity knows no bounds. He is actually paying for my honeymoon.”
My eyes widen, “No shit! He does sound nice.” I picture a very rich old man with eccentric ways. I guess working for him won’t be so bad. Chloe wouldn’t make such an offer if she thought there was anything wrong with the man. Plus, she is confident of my capabilities. I guess I can just feed off her confidence until I can build up my own. “OK Chloe, I’ll do it. I will be Mr. Black’s secretary until you return.”
Chapter Two
I stand looking at myself in a full-length mirror at the Grand Oak Country Club. I’m absolutely horrified. The dress I have on is without a doubt beautiful. It is a long, strapless apple satin fit and flare dress. But it leaves little of my curves to the imagination, emphasizing my ample bosom and stretching tightly across my generous hips. I groan out loud. I really don’t think I can muster up enough courage to leave this room. I suppo
se I have to at some point though. Chloe is waiting on me to help her get ready. I draw in a deep breath and head out to the adjoining room.
I enter to find Chloe fussing with her dress. She fans off another bridesmaid who is attempting to assist her. She spots me in the mirror. “Navia, thank God you’re here. Help me get this thing on. I’m a nervous wreck. I think I might throw up my breakfast any second now. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten anything this morning. Look at you, you look gorgeous. I don’t think I’m going to look as good as you do in my gown. I should have gotten another dress.”
I rush forward to take over before she does serious damage to her gown. “OK hon, take a breath and calm down.” I have always known Chloe to get a little too chatty when she is nervous. “Your gown is absolutely perfect, and you will look incredible. You are just experiencing a bad case of nerves right now.” I finally get her into the dress and zip up the back. I turn her to the mirror and her eyes light up, just like I knew they would once she saw herself in the gown. “See? Perfect.”
A broad smile spreads across Chloe’s face, “You’re right, honey, it is. I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t look great. I tried the damn thing on a thousand times before today.” I smile. Her case of nerves has gone right out the window.
“You look like a beautiful princess right out of the fairy tales, Chloe.” I can’t help but wonder if I will ever get to put on a white gown.
As if reading my thoughts, Chloe smiles at me. “Pretty soon you will be the one in the white gown.”
I snort inwardly. It most definitely will not happen in the near future. The guy that I am seeing on and off can’t even be considered a boyfriend. We got out once in a while and we have slept together a few times. As I look at my best friend, I feel a pang of guilt. I might have given Chloe the impression that things were more serious between us than they actually are. She has met him twice, and she is convinced that he and I are in love. I chose not to let her think otherwise, or she will get it in her head that she needs to play cupid and find me a man. “Um… maybe not too soon,” I say. “Well, you are all set, let’s get you married, missy.”
