by Dani René
I don’t move. If I stand she’ll see the bulge in my pants. It’s practically bursting through my zipper. Painful and hard. I remain calm, aloof almost and show no sign of why I called her here. “Sit.” She doesn’t say a word, but obeys me like she always does. Good girl, Cassie. You’re so fucking perfect, how could I let you walk away? Her eyes flicker to me quickly and a blush pinks her cheeks. Fuck, can I do this? All I want to do is bang her on the desk. She’s exquisite. Her soft skin has a shimmer, and those tits. For a moment I close my eyes and count to five. I need to calm the fuck down.
She slips into the chair across from my desk and I swallow hard. It’s only when she leans forward do I notice the lace. She’s fucking teasing me with the black lace corset under her dress. The emotion flickers over my gaze and she’s seen it. I can’t hide it anymore, my feelings for her run too deep. “I needed to see you.” There’s nothing else to do now, but let it play out. At that moment I let it all out. Then and there, in the office. “I spent the last few days in agony. There is no way I can be without you. I need you in my life. After what I told you, I thought letting you go would be better for you, but I can’t. I am a selfish bastard. I love you.” The explanation is raw, honest, one the she’s been waiting for. She has to know how distraught I was without her. Her eyes meet mine and the glimmer of desire she has for me shines in those chocolate orbs. “I do Cassie, these past few days have near killed me. I don’t know how to live without you.” She sits back and stares at me. “Say something. Please?” She knows I need her, it’s no secret, but she needed me to say it, out loud. As soon as I am done explaining, my desire goes into overdrive. I need her. To be inside her, deep, hard, and fast.
“How do I know you will not send me packing when you have a wave of guilt again?” I drop my gaze. My focus on the pen in my hands. I am nervous and she can see it, but I don’t care, not anymore. “Lucien,” I glance up at her and she says the words I need to hear. “I love you. I will not leave because you have a past.” The only way I can show her how I feel is by making her come all over my hard cock.
“Come here,” reaching out my arms to her. She stands and walks over to me. That dress is a fucking killer. I pull her into my embrace. My head resting on her hip, I inhale her scent. She’s as turned on as I am.
I rise from my chair and stalk over to my door. With a click, I lock it, then I turn to her with lust in my gaze which must be evident. “I need to fix this.” With the need of a crazy man I walk up to her and pull her into me. “I want you. I need you, sweetness. We can’t be apart, ever.” I know she can feel my erection pressing into her stomach. She will scream my name soon. I will fuck her right here and now. Not giving two fucks about who hears her. She’s mine and I am hers. There is no way in hell I am losing her again.
“I can’t be away from you either Lucien, but I can’t live in fear that you will tell me to leave if you have a bad day.” I nod. There are no words I can give her now. There is nothing, but pure unadulterated lust. So I don’t answer her. Instead I seal her mouth with mine as I lift her onto the desk. Everything crashes to the floor as I swoop an arm over my desk. Lifting her dress to her luscious hips, I tug at her thong, ripping it to shreds. I am wild with lust. The zipper of my pants is down in seconds and I free my cock. My fingers find her soaked, and a low growl rumbles in my chest. I don’t waste time and slam into her all the way to the base. Pressing my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. There is something primal in my actions and she’s dripping.
Our bodies locked at the hip, she feels so fucking good around me, sheathing my cock. As she tightens around me, it sends pleasure shooting down my spine. This is us, broken by desire. We will get through it; I know we can. My unrelenting drives plunge into her over and over again. Her nails rake down my back and the bite of pain is incredible as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder.
The animalistic fucking that we’re doing has my orgasm close. I own her. Claiming her and fucking possessing her. She’s mine. Nobody will ever make her feel like this. Her tight little cunt spasms. The idea of how much she possesses me has my balls tightening. “My lumiére! Come for me!” My command is husky, and she explodes, her body writhing below me. She clenches me inside her body. My own release shoots into her, deeper than I have ever been before. As our orgasms shake us to the core, I tell her everything I need her to know. “You’re so perfect Cassie, you scare me. But now I own you. You are mine.” I hold her like she is my last breath. Her body trembles in my arms, just the way it’s meant to be.
“We will get through it handsome. We will.” She whispers in my ear as I collapse over her. With a slow movement I pull out of her. Her face is a picture of lust, love and satisfaction. I am not sure which I should be more thankful for. I zip up my pants and help her up. Once she’s straightened, I take in the mess in my office. Thank fuck I didn’t drop my laptop. I can only imagine trying to explain to IT it fell off my desk.
“I guess you forgive me for being a dick?” Her giggle warms my heart.
“I suppose. A few more of these…” She gestures between the desk and us. “And I may be able to forgive anything, well… Almost anything.” With her hand in mine, I lock my gaze on hers. Hoping she can see my sincerity and love.
“I don’t want to lose you. No more secrets. Promise?”
“Promise.” Her voice is low, and she doesn’t meet my stare, but I am sure she’s just nervous.
“Let me get you back to your office.” With a nod, we make our way to the elevators. I escort her down to the tenth floor.
We’re standing in silence, but before I leave, she whispers. “You realize that I am not wearing panties since you ripped them off.” All I can do is groan loudly. If I didn’t have meetings I would take her here, right now. With a long soft kiss, I stare into her eyes.
“Tonight I will punish you for that little comment.” She gasps. I turn to leave after I promise to take her to dinner this evening. I have an idea and I hope she will like it.
The rest of the day goes by with meetings and more meetings. Although I feel like a new man. Cassie is mine; we will be okay. That’s all that matters. When I get out of my last meeting of the day, I call her desk. As soon as she answers, my body relaxes, that’s the effect she has on me. “Verán Publishers, Cassie speaking.”
“Is there a beautiful brunette sitting at her desk missing her boyfriend?” Yes, I have turned into a fucking sap. I can only imagine what my best friend would say about this.
“Not in this department, Sir.” The way that words rolls off her tongue has me groaning. “Would you like me to put you through to reception?” The amusement evident in her voice. This is what I missed, the banter, that sassy mouth.
“Ms. Winters, I suggest you think long and hard about that answer. Or I will put you across my lap.” Her breathing hitches, and I bet that she’s soaked.
“Now that you mention it, there is something long and hard on my mind, but it’s not my answer.” Lust courses through my veins at her response. She really does know how to drive me insane with desire. That’s why I love her, there’s no woman that has ever made me feel like this.
“Are you insinuating that I am sitting at my desk, with a hard on for you, Ms. Winters?” My voice is low and I can hear her breathing deepen. I can picture her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling. Her thighs squeezing together. Telltale signs that she’s turned on.
“Mr. Verán, I have work to do, I suggest you stop distracting me with talk about your hard on.” She’s played her ace; I have to smile at her courage. She’s definitely getting a spank on the ass for that.
“Fine. Robert will collect you from your apartment at 6:30. See you soon baby.” I hang up and finish some work before making my way home. As soon as I step out of the shower, my phone buzzes.
* What am I supposed to wear, Lucien? *
I consider for a moment. It’s a fairly relaxed little place on the beach. The weather has been good today, so I decided to take her to the coast.<
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* Nothing formal. We will be near the beach. Sandals. *
I grab a pair of blue Levi’s and a black T-shirt. There is something about tonight that is different. Something that I am sure will change our dynamic. Cassie knows I love her, but there’s a lot we need to work on. I intend to make tonight about her, and us.
With a glance at my watch I realize it’s almost time. To say that I am nervous would be an understatement. I am terrified. It’s going to be a make it or break it date and I don’t want to disappoint her. I slide into the car and pull out of the driveway, making my way to Cassie’s apartment. This is like going on your first date, hoping to make a good impression. She’s expecting Robert, but this is part one of my surprise.
When I pull up to her apartment, I get out of the car and walk up to the door. Before I push the buzzer, I close my eyes for a second. No going back now. Once I buzz the apartment, I wait. As soon as the door opens, my breath stops. She looks incredible. Long wavy brown hair loose down her back. She’s dressed in a flimsy light blue sundress with thin straps and a small jumper over. The color looks breathtaking on her tanned skin.
“Ms. Winters, you’re looking beautiful.” The smile I offer threatens to crack my face in half. Her cheeks pink with a blush and she returns my smile with hers, which lights up my world.
“Thank you, Lucien. You’re not looking too bad yourself.” She slips her hand into mine and we make our way to the car. I open the door for her and give her a grin that makes her blush again. There is no longer tension between us. Everything feels as it should, and all I can hope is that it’s going to work out.
Cassandra
“I want to do it myself!” I giggle at Lucien. We were standing on the beach. It was almost midnight, and we decided to light lanterns and have them float into the sky. The dinner was incredible, seafood with a dry white wine. I couldn’t believe just yesterday we were not talking and now, I was standing here with him. We know now we can’t live without each other. It’s impossible. Even though Lucien knows I am seeing a therapist. I haven’t gone into too much detail yet. That will be the biggest test of our relationship. After his revelation, which to be honest shook me to the core. There is no doubt in my mind he would ever hurt me. I trust him with everything I have. We’re meant to be. If we can make it through that then I guess, we could make it through anything. We will need to have a long talk; I need to find the courage to tell him about my past. “Do you want to go for a swim?” Lucien whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I spin around in his arms. As I lean up on my tip toes, my lips press against his. His hands cup my face, holding me in place. I love how he always takes control. Never in a million years did I think I would be the girl to be submissive in a relationship. Being fiercely independent, I never take orders from anyone, but that’s the beauty of us. This is how it works, most women think submitting to a man is degrading themselves, when it’s not. You’re allowing yourself to trust on such a deep level, it’s beautiful and intoxicating. By giving him my submission, I am showing him how much I love and respect him, that’s the respect and love he gives me. He takes nothing from me. It’s up to me to give him my trust, letting him push my boundaries, to guide me in exploring my sexuality.
“Are you joining me?” I giggle.
“Ms. Winters, I would definitely like to join you.” With his index fingers he slides my dress off my shoulders. His lips find the nape of my neck. The kisses are soft, gentle, and they send shivers down my spine. “You’re wearing a bikini?” I glance up at his amused expression.
“Of course Mr. Verán, I was looking forward to a swim.” I wink, my dress drops to the sand and I turn to run into the water. With a glance back, I see Lucien pulling his T-shirt over his head. The water is warm and I have no trouble running into the crashing waves.
Moments later, Lucien is behind me. This was the first time in a week that I was happy. I decided this weekend would be the perfect time to tell him about my past. There was also so much more I wanted to learn about him. About his mother and step-mother. I wanted to learn everything about my amazing man.
“Come here, sweetness!” I watch him wade into the water. As soon as he’s close enough, his arms wrap around me, holding me to him. I loved the heat of his rock solid body against mine. My hands tangle in his hair. When he leans in, sealing my mouth with his, I know everything in my world is perfect. His tongue licks into me, tasting me. I tug him closer, aching to feel him inside me. That sexy primal growl rumbles through his chest and I moan into the kiss. His one hand gripping my ass tight, his other hand snaking between my thighs. Stroking me through my bikini bottoms I am soaking wet, and I don’t mean from the water.
“Lucien,” I breathe into his neck, a shiver runs through his body. He slides two fingers inside me and takes me higher. My eyes flutter closed, the sensation of the waves and his fingers pushing me further and further to the edge. He is the only person who could make me feel this way. Soon I am clenching around his fingers as my release washes over me.
“You’re beautiful when you come for me, sweetness.” His voice is low and sexy and I melt into his embrace. As I stare up at him, heat pinks my cheeks. His eyes hold so much love, but deep down I can still see the pain so clearly evident from the last few days.
“Take me home?” He nods and carries me to the shore. Once we’re on the sand, I pull on my dress, but the breeze has picked up and I start shivering. We run back to the car, with me carrying my shoes. Lucien helps me into the passenger seat. As soon as he starts the car he turns on the heating. My teeth are chattering, but I sit there giggling. Something has come over me and I don’t know how to explain it, but I need to laugh. Lucien glances at me quickly and smiles. “I love that sound.” He drove us home, to his apartment.
Lucien
When she told me to take her home from the beach, there was only one thing I could do, and that was obey her wishes. As we made our way home, Cassie was quiet, like she was contemplating something. I drove through the quiet streets. Pulling into the driveway twenty minutes later. An overwhelming need to touch her overcame me, and I placed my hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I thought the dinner went really well, at least I hope it did. When I pull into the garage, the air is thick with tension, I am not sure if it’s good or bad.
We make our way into the apartment and I open a bottle of wine. “Let’s relax for a while.” I turn on the TV, and we flop onto the sofa. Cassie sat back, snuggling into the crook of my arm. Her body fits next to mine so perfectly. I can’t even imagine if she had decided she didn’t want me. The thought brings an unwelcome pain and I shake my head to will it away. There’s a prickle in the air and I realize something is coming, I just don’t know what. Perhaps Cassie is ready to tell me about her past. As soon as the thought enters my mind, she turns to me. Her eyes glassy from unshed tears and my heart constricts.
“Lucien, can we talk?” She looks up from her glass and I am lost in her beautiful brown eyes. I can tell she’s too distracted to concentrate on anything. So, I sit back and stare at her, taking in her stressed appearance. This is something that’s clearly eating her up inside and I want to do anything I can to take her pain away.
“Sure sweetness, you can tell me anything. I mean you heard about my demons.” She nods. Her glance falls back on the screen and I see we’re actually watching highlights of this year’s New York Fashion Week. It’s almost as if I can see the wheels turn in her mind as she watches the screen. This is it, time for me to learn about my incredible girl. She turns to me and smiles, but it’s not filled with joy, there is pain all over her beautiful face. My heart constricts and the pain in my chest is unbearable. To see her hurting is something I hate.
“Okay, I told you I have been seeing a therapist.” She looks at me and I nod. “Right, so, two and a half years ago I was living with my folks, just outside New York City. I was… I was seeing my ex-fiancé, well, obviously. I mean, you know.” Another deep breath fills her lungs. My chest tugs
once more, learning that she was engaged to someone else. Call me selfish, but the jealousy wracks through me. “One night, I was going out with some friends to celebrate my new job. It was a girls’ night. I guess at twenty-four, those were mandatory.” She shuffles on the sofa, and I can tell she’s scared and uncomfortable. “I’d had too many tequila shots; I couldn’t drive home.” Her small laugh is sad. It takes all my restraint not to hold her. “I called my fiancé to pick me up; he suggested bringing my dad to get my car. I was so stupid.” When her eyes close I want to pull her into my arms, but she doesn’t let me. I can see the tears when she looks at me again. Fuck, what happened baby? I just want to take her pain away. She takes a mouthful of wine. Then she stares at the screen again. We watch the models take the stage. Why are we watching this? My head is all over the place. I can’t see her in pain. This is excruciating, to see the anguish in her beautiful eyes.
“That night Kenna picked me up when she finished work.” She stops suddenly, but there’s a whole chunk of story missing. I frown and she’s noticed. As soon as she blinks, tears stream down her cheeks. Fuck this, I am holding you! I pull her to me and wrap her in my embrace. She needs to get this out, I know, but having her in my arms calms me and her body relaxes slightly. She sits back suddenly, and my hands drop from her. I am helpless, there’s nothing I can do to ease her pain. All I can do is listen. “I killed them. They were…” She gulps painfully. “A truck, I mean I—”
“Cassie,” I reach for her, but she stops me. A slow shake of her head tells me that she needs to finish this. She needs to go on. The pain she’s experiencing is ripping into me more than she realizes.
“No, I need to tell you.” She glances at me and gives me a wry smile. The concern on my face is obvious. “They, didn’t make it. They came to get me. They—” She closes her eyes again, and it’s taking all my fucking restraint not to grab her and hold her. Fuck Verán, this girl has gone through so much. You need to handle her with care. My heart hurts for her. The pain of losing a parent is debilitating.
