by Wilde, Rhea
“I don’t—”
“Come on, Henry.”
I moved up closer to him again. I moved my face closer to his but he didn’t resist. My lips rested gently upon his ear. The blood was surging through him. I could feel it. I almost had him where I wanted him.
“Fuck me, Henry.”
“Lanea—”
“Fuck me, Henry. I’m just a spoiled little rich girl. Teach me a lesson.”
“No…”
“This isn’t about what I want, Henry. This is about what you want. Teach me a lesson. Show me that I can’t have everything I want.”
I reached down and felt him beginning to thicken inside of his pants. I found myself getting wet at the thought of how big he was at his full length.
“Come on, Henry. This is your chance. Treat me however you want. You know I’m not wearing any panties…”
I could feel him beginning to lose his resolve. He stopped resisting. The rigid muscles of his body were no longer trying to push me away. I pulled my head away from the side of his face and looked into his eyes. I narrowed my eyes and breathed hard breaths through my nostrils. He suddenly shot his face toward mine and forced my eyes closed. I groaned inside of his mouth.
I lowered my hands down from his broad shoulders and began peeling his jacket away from his body. He engaged me with a forceful and passionate kiss. He shoved his tongue deep inside of my throat. I stopped thinking about anything else that was happening.
I fumbled with his belt and undid his zipper while we kissed. Then I reached down and found it. I felt a shudder run through his body as I gripped his cock inside of my hand. The thickness of it surprised me but I was still turned-on just the same. I could feel it pulsing inside of my hand as I started to stroke him.
Suddenly, Henry interrupted our passionate kiss. He grabbed both of my arms forcefully and slammed me against the door. I was dazed for just a moment. The hard man in the suit was still standing there before me, staring at me with a look in his eyes that would have frightened me if I were anybody else. His cock extended straight forward and pointed at me. We stared at one another but didn’t say a single word. We only exchanged our thoughts with intense looks of desire in our eyes.
I reached for the side of my dress and hiked it up the side of my body. It quickly rose up against my stomach, my bottom half completely exposed. I spread my legs just a little bit to give him a better view of what I had offered him before. The lightly trimmed hair above my folds was like an arrow pointing him in the direction I wanted him to go.
You’ve already turned me down twice before. You can’t turn it down a third time.
I stood there with my legs spread, bracing myself against the door. He was just inches away from the exit. I couldn’t stop him from leaving. There was no way he could go now.
Henry lowered both of his arms and wrapped them around both of my legs. I yelped as he picked me up off of the ground. He pinned me up against the door. The hard door matched the hardness of his body as he sandwiched me between the two. I looked into his eyes as I could feel the warmth beginning to emit from my center. I could feel him just inches away from my entrance. His soft tip pressed against my warm folds and sent a shudder through my body.
“Fuck me, Henry. Fuck the spoiled little—hnngh!”
Holy…
Henry shoved himself into me without warning. A white flashed before my eyes like a burst of pleasure. His length filled me up completely. I reached out with both arms and wrapped them around his broad shoulders to brace myself.
Henry didn’t waste any time. He quickly started to drive himself into me with no remorse. He pounded me against the door. It was loud enough that the entire building could probably hear the room beginning to shake. I clung to him with my arms and legs, hanging onto his body in an attempt to enjoy all of the pleasure that was surging through me.
“That’s it, Henry. Just like—”
“Shut up!”
My attempts to encourage him were quickly silenced. Henry thrusted himself into me like he was angry. I didn’t care where it was coming from at this point. All I knew was that the pleasure was overwhelming my body and I was unable to protest.
My mouth hung open as I tried to search for air. Stuttered moans escaped from my lips. My body started to sweat and my dress became more crumpled and wrinkled against his body.
Henry started to grunt even louder. It was almost like he was shouting at me. His hands reached from underneath my legs and gripped my ass firmly. He pushed my legs up even higher against my body. My knees were almost parallel with my shoulders as he rocked me up against the door.
Just when I was beginning to enjoy myself, he dropped me back down onto my heels. Before I could protest to the sudden interruption, he grabbed the back of my head. I gasped as he jerked my head back. With a handful of my hair, he forcefully dragged me away from the door and forced me to the ground.
He shoved himself into my mouth. I wanted to complain and tell him to stop but the pleasure was too much. It was a unique experience for me. Never had a man so forcefully made me do this to him before. I didn’t remember the last time I actually had a cock in my mouth.
I tried to bob my head back and forth on his length. Henry didn’t give me the opportunity to work my neck. He only shoved himself down as deep as he could. I nearly gagged as I felt his tip tickling the edge of my throat. The fluids were dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. Henry pushed himself in as deep as he could. His hilt pressed up against my lips as his length disappeared in my mouth.
He began bucking himself violently against my mouth. I quickly adjusted by expanding my throat as much as I could to take in his size. I looked up at him and could barely see him through hazy vision. Tears were beginning to leak from the sides of my eyes. My makeup ran down the sides of my face, down my cheeks and joined the spit that was dripping onto the ground.
With my hair still tangled in his hand, he suddenly pulled himself out of me. I gasped a deep breath, my lungs desperate for the oxygen he had robbed from me. He gripped my mouth with his other hand and forced my mouth open.
Henry grunted loudly as a white line streamed from his entrance. His semen splashed against my face, some of it dripping it into my mouth. I tried to close my mouth but Henry forced it open. I raised one of my hands up and continued to assist him with his orgasm. The seed spilled upon my face and joined the mess of mascara and saliva that was already upon it.
The last drop of his semen spilled out of him. The squishy sound of my hand jerking his length slowly died down as I pulled my hand away from him. He released his tight grip from me and I found myself trying to catch my breath. I looked up at him, my vision cloudy. Henry stood there, his chest heaving while he took in deep breaths, beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face.
He quickly pulled his pants back up and got dressed. He didn’t say anything to me as he put his jacket back on. I slowly worked my way back up to my feet, wiping away whatever else he had left upon my face with the back of my hand.
He was about to leave when he stopped himself and looked back at me. I didn’t know what I looked like to him at this point but I had succeeded. I had gotten what I wanted from him.
“We have a business relationship, Henry. But that doesn’t mean you’re always on the clock. What we do on our time doesn’t have to interfere with what you do for me.”
“We’ll see.”
“Henry… I don’t mind. I can do this for you. Whenever you want it.”
He paused for a moment before opening the door.
“I have to go now,” he said. “I’m already late for my training tomorrow.”
“Go.”
Henry stared at me for one last moment then closed the door. I stood there in a state I couldn’t quite describe. A man had never been so forceful with me before. Even stranger than that was the fact that I enjoyed it. But I couldn’t let it get to me. Henry was right. I was using him. And I couldn’t allow my better judgment get in the way of good b
usiness.
Knowing that Henry wasn’t completely infallible, a smile suddenly developed on my face. I started to giggle to myself as I headed toward the bathroom. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Just like every other man. Powerless to your own desires. You’re not so complicated, Henry. Now I’ve got you right where I want you.
Chapter 15 - Henry
My arms were growing heavy. The sweat dripped down my head and the rest of my body. The fluids fell down onto the mat underneath me and created a small puddle. My chest was burning up. My heart was pumping and the blood was rushing through all of my muscles. My lungs couldn’t take in the air fast enough.
“Don’t stop, Henry. Keep going.”
King held the pads up as I pounded away at them. Even with gloves on, I could feel my knuckles beginning to swell from all of the punches I was throwing. I didn’t know where the energy was coming from but I had it. My eyes were locked on the target and I was continuing to hit them while King continued to yell at me.
“Switch!”
He shifted the pads to the side of his head. I lowered my hands just a bit and began delivering heavy kicks aimed at King’s chest. My shin thudded against the pads, the sound echoing through the small gym. The vibration of the pad sent a shockwave through my bones each time I lifted my leg up. Left kicks. Right kicks. I was light on my toes as I shifted back and forth. My focus didn’t waver. My body was crying for a break but I did my best to ignore it.
“Time!”
Maxwell screamed and I nearly collapsed in place. I couldn’t take it any longer. My arms fell to my sides and the sweat on them went flying toward the ground. I drooped in place as I took in huge gasps of breath.
“Nice work, Henry,” King said to me. “You look like you know what you’re doing.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Maybe. But just remember that you don’t lose it. You may have forgotten where you put it but it’s always there.”
“Well, my memory isn’t too good either.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Where exactly did you learn all of that?”
“Marine Corps. Special Forces. A couple of guys in my command like to mess around and—”
“Mess around?”
“Yeah. I never thought there was any practical application to this but they wanted us to prepare for every contingency. So I had to learn how to throw a punch and kick properly even though I never really used it.”
“You’ve got good fundamentals, Henry. I can’t teach you how to be a savage but it’ll be useful for what I know you’re doing now. Go take a break. You got fifteen minutes.”
King winked at me and disappeared into the gym. He knew what Maxwell and I were involved in. He wasn’t a fan of it. But he had some sympathy for me because I felt the same way he did. King knew that I was only doing this because I didn’t have a choice. It was the only reason he took a chance on me.
“Nice job, baby,” Maxwell said as he walked up to me. “You’re looking good. You’re looking real good.”
He handed me some water and a towel. Maxwell stood there with an inexplicable excitement on his face while I wiped the sweat off of my body. Even though I was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, the gym still felt like I was standing in the middle of the desert.
I drank the water to try and quench my thirst. The cold fluid felt like ice against my insides. I looked at Maxwell and wondered what he was so happy about.
“Are you all right?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m all right. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“That’s not what I meant. You look excited for some reason.”
“Shit, man. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re a machine. Wilson’s not going to know what hit him when you clock him upside the head.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.”
“If you keep this up, it will be.”
I had grown more anxious as my fight with Wilson came closer. I knew that there was a lot on the line so when I got to the gym, I did everything I could to try and remain focused. I didn’t know much about him except what he looked like. I just had to assume that he was capable of hurting me and doing some permanent damage.
“You look different today,” he said to me.
“Different? Different how?”
“I don’t know. It’s like you’ve got a little pep in your step. You’re in a better mood or something. You’re not usually like this.”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I guess I’m just trying to focus.”
I didn’t tell him about what happened with Lanea just last night. I had let my instincts get the best of me. It was a moment of weakness and I lost control to my own lust. I was upset with myself because I had given Lanea what she wanted. Deep down inside, I wanted it as well. The fact that she was able to manipulate me into making me do that was the proof. But I didn’t want to lose myself to any feelings I might be developing for her, lustful or otherwise.
As I stood there and waited for King to return, Maxwell looked at me with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that something was different about me. I couldn’t hide it.
“Is there anything else you need, man?” Maxwell asked me.
“No, I’m fine.”
“By the way, how was your little date with Lanea?”
I hesitated to respond. I wondered whether it would be a good idea to tell him what happened but decided against it. I didn’t want him to badger me about anything besides getting ready for the fight.
“It was fine,” I said. “She bought me a bunch of food and I ate a lot. A big meal is always good to have after a tough work-out.”
“So she took you out to dinner and that’s it?”
“That’s right.”
Maxwell looked at me with some skepticism on his face. He narrowed his eyes and a sly grin developed on his face. I did my best not to react to the face he was making at me.
“So you didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m just saying. Winning big fights comes with a lot of rewards. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself.”
“I’m aware of that,” I said. “But I’m not interested in any of that at the moment. I have to stay focused. I know that you and Lanea want one thing and I want the same thing. I win this fight and we all make a lot of money. That’s the only thing that matters.”
“I know, I know. I’m just saying. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. Lanea seems to be taking a liking to you.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know, Henry. Just be careful.”
“You don’t have to tell me that.”
Maxwell smiled at me, no longer able to hide his grin. When he started to burst into laughter, I rolled my eyes at him. I took another sip of water and did my best to try and rehydrate myself before King would return to punish me. Fifteen minutes never seemed so short.
When King returned, Maxwell took his position off to the side and observed us. The second phase of our training sessions involved less kicking and punching. Because of that, it required me to use significantly more energy. King wrestled with me so that I knew what to do in case a bigger man took me to the ground. At any moment, I could have an arm or a leg broken. It was a good possibility that it might happen and I couldn’t fight the idea from entering my head.
My fight with Wilson was only a day away. I soaked up as much of the information King gave me in an attempt to find the old training I once had. Ready or not, I would have to step into The Pit with everything on the line.
When the training session finally ended, I was exhausted as usual as I exited the gym. Maxwell was there by my side the entire time. He was like my manager. A man there to ensure that his fighter would perform at his best.
“What do you say I treat you to something?” Maxwell asked me. “I can’t afford as fancy a dinner as Lanea got you but I can
get your stomach filled up just the same. You need to recover your energy. Fight’s just around the corner.”
“Sure. Just let me take care of something first.”
“Yeah, no problem, man. I’ll be at the diner around the corner.”
Maxwell disappeared into the city after the end of a long day. I stood outside of the gym feeling like I had accomplished a lot. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cell phone I was now able to afford because of my wealth.
“Let me see…”
I dialed Nina’s number. I hadn’t spoken to her since she had told me that she didn’t want me to see my daughter. Now that I was better off with a place to stay and some money in my pocket, I knew that I would be able to change her mind.
“Hello?”
“Nina.”
“Who is this?”
“It’s Henry.”
“Henry? What do you want?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I found a job and… you don’t have to do what you were going to do.”
“Just because you found a job doesn’t change anything.”
“It does. You were right, Nina. Elsa deserves better than to have to spend time with her father in a dump like I was living in. But I don’t live there any more. I’m living in a nicer place. Much nicer.”
“…I don’t know, Henry.”
“Come on, Nina. She’s my daughter. At least give me the chance to see her. I’m trying to do everything that you’re asking me to do. I’m trying to make things right. Elsa deserves to see her father.”
“Henry…”
I could still hear the hesitation in her voice. I was doing my best to hold all of my frustration back. Just knowing that she was keeping Elsa away from me because of the life I was living tore me up inside.
“All I want is a chance, Nina. It’s not going to be like before. I’m going to be there for her. As often as I can.”
“I’ll think about it. Things might have changed for now but who knows if you’ll keep this up. I just don’t know, Henry.”
