by Vivian Ward
If things go the way I’d like, she could be in a lot of trouble. This hot little number sitting beside me has no clue how she affects me. I want to do everything dirty to her, yet I want to treat her like a queen at the same time.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
8
Scarlett
Three drinks later and I can’t stop giggling. Sitting here talking to Aaron has been so much fun, but I want him to kiss me.
Badly.
I’ve thought about unbuttoning an extra button or two on my blouse to expose more of my cleavage before leaning over to laugh at his funny stories, but if I undo even one more button, my boobs will completely pop out—not that he’d mind, I’m sure.
His constant erection since we’ve gotten back to his room serves as a reminder of how much he wants me. It’s been near impossible to take my eyes off the bulge in his pants, but I’ve tried my best. I think he may have even caught me looking once, but I’m not sure.
“I can’t believe you’ve never gone horseback riding,” he says. “How is this possible? Didn’t you say you were from the Midwest?”
I nod, sipping on my drink. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I used to go horseback riding,” I laugh. Sometimes people’s stereotypes crack me up.
“Where are you from in the Midwest, Scarlett?” The way my name rolls off his tongue, I want him to say it over and over again.
“I’m from Missouri. Ever been there?” With his kind of money, he’s probably been a lot of places but never to Missouri. There’s nothing there except miles and miles of farmland.
“Yep, I’ve been there a few times, actually.” His answer surprises me which shows in my reaction. “You look shocked. Why?”
“I-I don’t know. I figured if you travel it’d be to someplace exotic or elegant.”
He picks up a bottle of bourbon that probably costs more than my monthly rent and pours himself another glass. “You’d be surprised. I grew up in Colorado, in a small town. My grandfather owned some land that was passed down to my father. We grew up poor, and I didn’t get into the oil business until I was in my early 20’s. My life wasn’t always glamorous.”
“Really?” I give him some side eye. “Tell me, Aaron Anderson, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to do.”
He stares over at me as his face goes stonewall. “You would never believe the amount of horse shit that I had to shovel out of barns.”
Picturing this wealthy man scooping up horse shit makes my gut explode with laughter. Before I know it, we’re both laughing our asses off.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, excusing myself to the restroom.
As I’m washing my hands in the sink, I realize just how tipsy I am when I stumble and bang into the door.
“Are you all right?” He calls from the bedroom.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I giggle. Gripping the handle of the door, I pop it open and come stumbling out of the bathroom. “Whoops!” I say, tripping over the carpet.
“Whoah!” He says, standing to catch me.
Our faces are only inches apart, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I think about him kissing me. My eyes fall straight to his lips before I look up at him. I close my eyes as he leans down, his lips crashing against mine.
We share a rough, passionate kiss. The pent-up sexual frustration that’s been building is finally being unleashed and holy shit! This guy can kiss!
“Damn you for making me wait, Scarlett,” he growls, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
“You should spank me for being such a bad girl,” I giggle.
His eyes cut up to mine, and I can see the wheels in his head turning. “Spank you?”
“Yeah, unless you’re too chicken to spank a girl,” I stick my tongue out and tease him.
“Darling, you have no idea! But you haven’t done anything to earn a spanking. How bad can you be?”
A devilish grin plays on his lips as he asks the question.
“Oh, I can be evil. Watch this,” I say, hopping off the bed. I grab my phone and enter my passcode before going to YouTube. He leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches me. I turn the volume on my phone all the way up as Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me begins to play.
When the song starts, I sway my hips and begin dancing for him. With each step I take, I get a little closer to the bed, teasing him with leaning over as I shake my cleavage in front of his face. He licks his lips, eager to advance, but I turn around and slowly bend over. Once my fingers are wrapped around my ankles, I wiggle my ass until it touches his crotch before I start grinding him.
I can feel his rock hard cock as I slide up and down it, which makes me so wet for this man. But I’m not done yet. I slowly rise until I’m in a standing position before I turn around to face him. Only a mere six inches from him, I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck to keep my balance as I start grinding him from the front.
A low growl escapes his throat, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. This man wants me, and I love teasing him, but the wicked gleam in his eye says I might’ve taken things too far. I return to my standing position in front of him and begin unbuttoning a few of the bottom buttons on my top.
“That’s enough!” His voice booms. In one swift motion, he has me on his lap, both of my wrists bound with one of his hands. “You’ve earned your spanking,” he growls.
With no regard for my jeans, he yanks them down, exposing my bare bottom. The palm of his hand rubs my delicate skin, leaving goosebumps trailing across the surface of my ass cheeks. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him raise his right hand in the air just before he notices me watching him.
“This is for not coming to my room the first time I asked,” his hand lands on my bottom with a sting and force that’s welcoming yet makes me jolt at the same time. “This one is for not telling those men to go fuck themselves,” another slap across the ass. “And this one,” he stops to massage my stinging skin before delivering the final blow. “This one is for being such a cock tease!”
After he’s finished spanking me, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed, pinning me onto the mattress as he mounts me. If I thought my panties were wet for him before, they’re nothing compared to now. One touch is all it would take for him to feel my arousal. I will my body to control itself but around him, I can’t, and it’s so frustrating!
“Scarlett, you may be a little firecracker, but tonight, I’m going to make you see fireworks,” he says, undoing his pants.
Standing to remove his pants, he also slides my jeans the rest of the way down my legs before I quickly slip my top over my head and am only left wearing my bra.
Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and dives between my legs, wasting no time getting down to business. “Mmm,” he says, tasting me. “I see someone’s already worked up.”
I moan a soft, “Yes,” as his tongue begins tracing my clitoris. Cupping my ass cheeks in his strong hands, he lifts my bottom a few inches from the bed and begins tongue-fucking me. “Oh, god,” I mumble, fisting the bedsheets. His tongue is masterfully skilled, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
“That’s it, be a good girl for me and come all over my face,” he coaxes me. “Let me watch you get off.”
Oh my god! Can he be any sexier? I’m right there, I’m on the edge, but I need a little something to push me over the top.
And that’s when he does it.
Teasing my clit with this tongue again, he slips a finger inside me before pulling it away. Damn it! I instantly want to feel him inside me again, and all this back and forth is driving me crazy! His tongue fills the empty space while he uses his thumb to stimulate my clit.
“Ohhh,” I moan, feeling his tongue back inside me. I can feel myself getting close again, and then he slips a finger in the back door and holy hell! Having both holes stimulated at the same time does something that I�
�ve never experienced before. I start coming instantly!
Wave after wave washes over me as my legs shake while my thighs clamp down on his head. I hope I’m not hurting him, but I can’t help it. My body is having an involuntary response to the best orgasm I’ve ever had. “Fuck!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut.
And then I see it. The fireworks that he talked about. Bursts of red and white lights flicker across my closed lids and, for the first time in my life, I finally know what everyone means by that saying.
He doesn’t give me time to recover when I’m finished. No, instead, he smiles and says, “Oh, you like it dirty?”
Barely able to nod my head, he flips me over onto my stomach and grabs my hips, pulling them up off the bed to line them up with his waist. I mumble something incoherent that I can’t even understand in my euphoric high.
“Say it,” he says.
“Say what?” I look over my shoulder.
“Tell me how dirty you like it. Tell me where to put it. Tell me what you want, baby.”
Rolling the condom onto himself, I spread my legs wide and wiggle my ass in front of his cock. “Put it right here, in my ass.”
“Yeah?” He grins. Leaning forward, he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head toward him until his mouth is next to my ear. “Are you my bad girl?”
“I’m your little slut,” I whisper.
“You’re my little redheaded slut,” he corrects, pulling my hair harder.
“Yes,” I whisper, coming undone.
Satisfied with my answer, he doesn’t take me up on the anal sex but slides deep inside my pussy. He’s much thicker than I’d anticipated and I can feel myself stretching around him to accommodate his girth.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out as he pounds my pussy from behind.
Still holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail, I can hear his balls slapping off my clitoris until a low, deep grunt escapes his throat. “Oh, fuck, Scarlett,” he says, breathless.
Collapsing next to me, we both smile at each other, trying to catch our breath. Laughing at him, he asks me, “What? What’s that smile about?”
I shrug and say, “Nobody’s ever put me in my place before, and as much as I’d like to say I didn’t like it, it’d be a lie if I did.”
“Good,” he says.
9
Aaron
She was gone before I woke up. I have no idea how she slipped out without me hearing so much as the door clicking shut, but I already miss her.
I was hoping I’d be able to call her once I had breakfast and a shower, but my secretary called with a few urgent matters, and I have to sit in on a phone conference that starts in a half hour. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to concentrate on business when I can still smell her perfume lingering in the room. She’s all I’ve thought about the last few days that I’ve been here, but she was the sole reason I came back, after all.
While I sit in on the three-way call, I stare at the spot where I fucked her brains out last night. My little redheaded slut likes it dirty, but I gave it to her rough. Even though she wanted dirty anal sex, I wanted to fuck her sweet pussy, and I’m so glad I did. It felt like she was made for me.
“Anderson, are you still there?” Caldwell bluntly says, waking me from my naughty thoughts from last night.
“Yes, sorry,” I apologize. “I agree that we need to do something about that oil rig. I’ll get my best men on it stat, and they’ll see to it that everything’s taken care of.”
“Very well. Greg,” he says talking to his right-hand man that’s also on the line with us. “Tell them to back off until Anderson’s men give the final word and tell us whether or not it’s safe to continue drilling there.”
“You’ve got it, boss. How long do you think that’ll be, Mr. Anderson?” Greg asks.
“I’ll put in a phone call and see that my men get to it before the end of the day. They’ll assess the situation since I’m on vacation in Las Vegas and they’ll recommend whatever is best. If you have any questions or problems, don’t hesitate to call me directly.”
“How much longer will you be on vacation?” Caldwell asks.
That depends on how long it takes me to get Scarlett to be mine. We had our one night together and, hopefully, she wants me as much as I want her. “Indefinitely,” I chuckle. “I should be back soon. Most likely by the end of next week.”
“Have a great vacation,” Caldwell says. “I won’t bother you again unless it’s necessary.”
“Thank you,” I say, ending the call.
Once I’m off the phone with them, I debate whether I should call or text Scarlett. I don’t want to seem too pushy, but I’m going through withdrawal without her. Before I can talk myself out of it, the phone is ringing, and then I hear her sexy voice.
“Hello?” She answers.
“I didn’t hear you sneak out of my room this morning. How’s my girl today?” I ask.
“Ugh, not good,” she says, inhaling deeply.
“Why? What’s going on?” I can hear the strain in her voice, and I don’t like it.
“Remember the boss that I told you about?” She asks.
“Mhmm, I remember you saying that he’s a jerk who you hate, am I right?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “Do you know what he did?”
“No, tell me,” I say. He’d better tread carefully if he upset Scarlett. If there’s one thing that I hate, it’s when someone makes a girl cry, and right now she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.
“Someone told him about you, and now I’m in some really hot water at work,” she sniffles.
“About me? What kind of trouble are you in? What happened?” I press. I want to know all the details.
“I’m not sure who said what but he knows that I went on a date with one of the customers and that I stayed the night in your hotel room. He called me in this morning for a meeting and asked me to clock in. Once I was on the clock, he pulled me into his office, chewed me out, and wrote me up. He said that if I’m caught seeing any of the clients who come into the LBD, I’ll lose my job.”
“Wait,” I stop her. “Does he know you were with me—as in he knows my name—or does he think it was just any old customer?”
“I-I’m not sure,” she says, her voice cracking. “He didn’t say your name, just a customer.”
“I see,” I say, weighing my options. “And who do you think told? The girl with the tattoos? The other girl that you’re friends with maybe?”
“Tempest? No, she’d never tell. She likes you and said she could tell that you were a good guy. And I know that Lucy never said anything because she likes you, too. I know Peach didn’t say anything either. She’s planning—,” her voice trails off.
“I have to admit; I like the fact that your friends approve of me.” She giggles at that, which makes me breathe a little easier. “So who do you think said something to your boss?”
“There’s no telling,” she says, baffled. “It could’ve been one of the bouncers, the bartender, the front desk clerk; there’s no telling.”
“What else did that boss of yours do or say?” I ask.
“He took away my days off—and he knows that I need them. I’d requested this Wednesday and Thursday off because my dog needs surgery and I’ll have to take him to the vet and stay with him to make sure he doesn’t tear open his incision.” She sighs. “Actually, he switched my whole schedule and made it so that I have to work the next eleven days straight with no days off. The worst part is the way the pay period falls, only one day of it will be overtime.”
The more she tells me about this asshole, the more I hate him. “What’s his name again?” I ask her.
“Why?” She asks, alarm in her voice. “You can’t say or do anything!”
He’s got these girls trained all right. The piece of shit scares them into knowing he can work them to death or cut all their hours so they can’t pay their bills and he can treat them like crap. That doesn’t work for me, and I’m going to make sure
he’s dealt with, but I want to give Scarlett a clear conscious because she’s afraid of the man.
“No, I wouldn’t do anything. I just can’t remember what you told me his name is. You’d made up a name, and all I remember is something about ‘ass.’”
She laughs, “Yeah, Assimo Fatsimo, that’s what I call him anyway.”
I laugh with her because now I remember his real name: Maximo Donatello. “That’s right. Well listen, I’m sure it’ll all work out. I didn’t know you had a dog. What’s his name?”
“Pancakes,” she says, giggling.
“What kind of name is that? Pancakes? Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I love pancakes; it’s one of my favorite foods, so I named him Pancakes because I love him so much.”
It’s adorable, just like her. “I see,” I say. “Don’t worry about Pancakes, and everything will be fine. I’ll make sure of it. What kind of surgery does he need?” I ask.
“He has a tumor on his back. I found it one day when I was brushing him but back then, the vet said to leave it alone since it didn’t seem to bother him. But it has gotten so big, and now when you pet him, he whimpers if you put any pressure on it at all.”
“I promise, everything will be fine,” I assure her. “Hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have to make an urgent phone call.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll talk to you later,” she says.
I hate lying to her, but it’s not really a lie. I have two urgent phone calls to make. The first one is to my secretary to schedule Pancake’s surgery with the best vet Vegas has to offer. The second is to the owner of the casino. We go way back, and I’m sure he’ll love to hear how the manager of the LBD is treating the ladies that work there.
“Yes, Theresa,” I say to my assistant. “Can you please find me the best vet in Vegas? There’s a dog that needs to have a tumor removed from his back, and it’s for a special friend of mine.”
