by Chanel Ivy
Ben wasn’t expecting that type of response, and he just kind of stood there looking like he forgot what he was doing. Thankfully, Todd came rushing out of the house, quickly yelled goodbye to his father, and hopped in the backseat.
“Let’s go, Mom! Show me how fast this baby can move!” Todd yelled.
Ben snapped out of his stupor as Emma, and I got back in the car.
“Don’t forget to put on your seatbelt, Todd. You know how your mother drives,” he laughed at his own snarky comment.
“I always do, Dad, but you know Mom drives better than you, right?”
I didn’t hear Ben’s response because I started the car and revved the engine loudly. I threw the car into gear and hit the gas, spinning the tires sending smoke towards Ben on the sidewalk as Todd threw his hands in the air, yelling, “Woo Hoo!”
Now that felt really good.
Todd said he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, so we stopped at a coffee shop and got him a sandwich. Some of his friends were there, and they all chatted animatedly and admired the car as they shoved food into their teenage faces. I missed seeing my son this happy. I missed seeing my son at all for that matter.
Dropping him off was so difficult, but we made plans to see each other this upcoming weekend. He said he’d make sure it was good with Ben since he didn’t have anything going on, and Todd did miss the last time he was supposed to stay with me.
I didn’t bring up the reason he didn’t come up by me most recently was because his father had lied to me. I didn’t want to paint Ben in a negative light with our son. He was still Todd’s father, and he was a good dad. He was just a lying, cheating, shitty ex-husband, but that was my problem, not Todd’s.
I asked Emma to drive us back to her house because I didn’t feel like driving anymore. Saying goodbye to my son was harder than I had expected it to be, and Emma didn’t say anything. She let me feel how I needed to feel in the moment, which was nice.
“Hey, thanks for sticking up for me back there with Ben. What you said was really nice. I’ve never had anyone defend me like that before,” I said, reaching out to hold Emma’s hand that was resting on the shifter.
Emma smiled back at me. “No problem. He was being an ass and needed to be put in his place. What I said is true, you know. You’re an incredible woman, Mia Blackburn.”
When we got back, the helicopter was waiting for us. We hopped right from the car to the aircraft to head directly into work. The flight was about an hour, so I felt terrible for taking so much time with my son. We were going to make it into the office just after ten-thirty. Not a good example to set for my first official full day in the Director position, but Emma assured me that it was fine. She had planned for us both to be in the office later than expected.
It was sweet of her to have budgeted time for this surprise visit with my son. Emma was turning out to be a big softy underneath her hard exterior. Now that we were both in good moods, I was going to take the opportunity of the confined space to ask her about last night. It was going to be an uncomfortable conversation, but one that needed to be had.
“Emma, can I ask you something?”
“You have to let me ask you something first,” she replied as she pushed a button overhead. A pane of blackout glass rose from the back of the seats behind the pilots blocking their view of us.
“Okay...” I replied hesitantly.
“Have you ever had an orgasm in an aircraft before?” she asked as she took her heels off and got on her knees.
“Um, no.”
“I’m going to have to fix that, my pet.”
“But...”
“Put your hands above you. Grip the headrest, and don’t you dare let go. You know what the punishment is if you disobey me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I blurted out, doing as I was told.
I was amazed at how quickly I slipped into the submissive role when Emma commanded me too. I had other things I wanted to talk to her about, and this was going to take away my opportunity, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Emma hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties down, and spread my legs wide open in front of her.
“You are so beautiful down here,” When she said the word ‘here,’ her finger slithered between my wet folds teasing me.
I felt a chill run down my back as I gripped the headrest tighter. I was fighting hard against the urge to grab fistfuls of her long luxurious hair and press Emma’s face into my groin right where I wanted it.
She rolled her palm against my mound, and my hips rose instinctively to meet her pressure. The soft round of her hand rubbed against my moistening lips and moved lower towards my opening. I moaned at the tickling sensation of pleasure building inside of me.
“You are always so wet for me, Mia,” Emma purred.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to touch you, please let me touch you,” I begged in return.
“Agh, agh, agh. You get what I give you when I give it to you, pet. Do not move those hands, or you will be punished,” Emma said as she gave my clit a light squeeze and a tug between her fingertips.
I whimpered at the sensation of pain mixing with pleasure. I yearned for more. My arousal was practically bursting through me as I cried out her name.
She was going to make this last as long as possible, so she toyed with me. A quick lick, then Emma slid a finger inside of me while playing with the soft folds of my lips with her tongue. I pushed my hips high off the seat, and she slid her other hand under my ass. She squeezed my bottom and plunged her fingers inside, assaulting my slit with her tongue before softly kissing my clit.
“Please, more,” I begged again.
“You want more of this?” Emma drew a line from my ass to the very tip of my clit with her tongue and stopped. “Is that what you want, Mia?”
“Yes, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Emma paused, looked up at me, and smiled before she sucked two of her fingers. The anticipation was driving me mad, and my entire body trembled with the need for her touch.
Emma’s mouth sank into my intimate folds, lapping at my juices, and sucking on my hard bundle of nerves that were tightening with each circular movement of her tongue. She fondled the outside of my lips before finally pressing inside of me, parting my folds around her long, deft fingers.
I gasped at the fullness and the pleasure her movements gave me. The leather of the headrest I was clenching creaked in protest of my vise-like grip.
I looked down, and the sight of Emma pleasing me with her mouth was so sensual and erotic; I almost lost control of myself at that moment.
“Are you going to cum for me, Mia?” Her words were a mere whisper against my warm, wet skin, but it was enough to push me over that edge to make me fall apart.
I yelled out, “Yes!” as I shuddered into her touch.
I felt my body clench around her fingertips and release as I rocked my hips against Emma’s mouth. She lapped at my dripping folds before kissing her way around my thighs, now beading with sweat.
She handed me my underwear from the floor and wiped her mouth on a tissue before placing one on my lap and taking a drink of water.
“You can put your hands down now, Mia,” Emma snickered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I was still holding them up there.”
“I think we might have to get that headrest reupholstered. You might have poked some holes in it with your nails.”
“I’m so sorry. Did I really?” I turned quickly inspecting the possible damage I had caused.
“I’m just joking. But you did well, Mia. You didn’t misbehave this time. You’re a good student.” Emma leaned over, grabbed my face in her hands, and kissed me passionately. I could taste myself on her lips, and her compassionate touch took my breath away.
She released her hold on me and sat back in her chair, putting her seatbelt on.
“I guess I don’t get to do you next,” I pouted.
“All in due time, my pet. All in due time. Wasn’t there something y
ou wanted to ask me? We have about fifteen minutes before we land.”
I debated whether or not to talk to her about it now after what had just happened. But I quickly decided what better time than after just being intimate with one another. Her endorphins would still be pumping, so maybe she’d be more willing to be open with me.
“I’m warning you, I’m going to be blunt.”
“Oh, boy. This doesn’t sound good,” Emma said, rolling her eyes.
“What happened last night? Did I do something wrong? Why did you walk out?”
Emma stared out the window, refusing to even look in my general direction.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, I think it’s something we should talk about. You don’t just get up and leave in the middle of having sex with someone you care about and not give them an explanation.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Mia. We weren’t in the middle of sex. You came, I came, we were done. Plus, that’s all this is... sex. I told you that already. I don’t care about people; I don’t care about you. This was fun, and I’d like to keep fucking you, but if you’re going to get attached, then we can have this be our last time,” she said with no emotion.
Her words punched me incredibly hard. It was like I had fallen out of the helicopter and slammed onto the pavement below. After everything we had shared, everything we had done together. She took me to see my son... that meant something to me. That had to mean something to her. Her words said one thing, but her actions said another, so I let the conversation die there.
Not another word was spoken between either of us for the remainder of the flight. It was no different when we landed either. Emma disappeared to her office, and I went to mine to finish the day, even though I was emotionally crushed.
Chapter 8
The rest of the week went by quickly, and I only saw Emma in passing. There were no calls, no texts, no emails, nothing. It was radio silence. I was feeling pretty stupid for letting my guard down and opening myself up to her. It was like she had cut me open, and all of my insecurities had spilled out to her, but instead of making me feel better about myself, she stomped all over me. I was running the gamut of emotions alone. Matt said something to me a few times, asking if I was okay, but I brushed him off, telling him I was just tired or focused on work.
It was partially true. I had a new job that I was learning, and instead of focusing all of my energy on feeling sorry for myself, I tried to do my best to dive into business.
Thursday came and went with everyone from downstairs, forgetting they said they were going to take me out to dinner, but that was fine. I didn’t have any real friends on the fifth floor anyway, but it still hurt. It was like rubbing salt in an already festering wound.
Friday afternoon, I entered the parking garage, and instead of my shitty old two-door coupe, the purple Maserati was waiting for me in my parking spot with a note on the windshield.
‘If you’re going to pick up Todd for the weekend, you’re going to need this. Check the front pocket in your briefcase. Tell little man I said hey. ~Emma’
Tears filled my eyes as I rummaged through my bag and found the key with a purple satin rope tied to it. It was one Emma had used on me in The Tower. I didn’t understand. If she wanted nothing but sex from me, then why the sweet gesture? I took out my phone and texted Emma. I probably should have waited until my emotions had calmed, but I’m an irrational woman, what else would you expect?
‘Thanks for the car. I’ll bring it back Monday, and I expect my car back in return.’
The dots meaning she was responding appeared almost immediately.
‘Consider it a bonus. Everything from your car - if you can call it that - is in the trunk. Your vehicle has been donated, and the tax write off is in your name. I’ve already transferred the title to you, and the insurance is under the company policy, so everything is taken care of. Take my gift. That’s not a suggestion.’
Ugh, this woman is going to drive me mad.
‘You’re infuriatingly frustrating. Do you know that?’
‘Careful, pet. Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll have to punish you.’
‘You’d have to see me to punish me, and you’re done with me, remember? I’m too attached for you.’
‘We could still have some fun if you want.’
‘Nope. I deserve more than you’re willing to give. Have a nice weekend Miss. Cross. See you at Monday’s meeting.’
That was it. I was done with Emma’s witty banter. I tossed my phone in my purse and jumped in the sumptuous leather seat, enjoying the sensation of being hugged by something at least.
It was a long drive to pick up Todd, but the smile on his face when I pulled up made it all worth it. Plus, it gave me some time to cool down. The drive home seemed like it went by in an instant. Todd and I talked about everything he had been doing in school and baseball. He liked the science club more than sports nowadays, but he said Ben made him stick with both to ‘keep him well rounded.’ I sort of agreed, but I told him if he wanted to focus more time on science, then that’s what he should do. There were more opportunities for a career in the sciences than in sports, after all.
It was such a relief to have a genuine conversation with my son and find that despite my ex-husband being a complete douche canoe that my son was turning out to be a respectful, bright young man with a good head on his shoulders.
We spent the weekend going to the movies and shopping. I used my new salary to spoil the hell out of my son, and I loved every second of it.
Sunday afternoon arrived too quickly, and I wished Todd could stay with me longer. We did discuss him staying with me over summer break, though, which made me very happy. Todd missed me. He said Ben’s new wife was worse than the girls in high school. All she did was talk about how bitchy her friends were and shopping. She didn’t cook or clean, and she never made any effort to do anything with him. I kept my comments to myself, but I was boiling inside. How could Ben be with someone who was so self-centered? I had stopped trying to understand Ben a long time ago, but this was affecting my son, so I was going to have to have a talk with him about it.
By the time we made it back to Cliffton, it was late. Todd was already sleeping in the passenger seat, and there was no way I was carrying my son, who was now a foot taller than me inside to bed.
“Hey, buddy. You’re home. Time to get up. I’ll grab your stuff. Why don’t you head inside and get to bed?” I said, running my fingers through his sandy blond hair.
“I love you, Mom. I really miss you a lot,” Todd mumbled, half awake.
I didn’t want to cry, but I definitely felt the tears coming, so I gave Todd a quick kiss on the forehead, and replied, “I miss and love you too, buddy. You’ll always be my little man, and I’ll always be here whenever you need me.”
I quickly got out of the car before the waterworks really started and gathered Todd’s stuff from the trunk. I didn’t realize how much stuff I had bought him until I had to unpack it all, and I couldn’t take it all in one trip.
Todd headed into the house, and Ben came outside to help me.
“What the hell did you buy him?” Ben asked with a frustrated tone.
“He’s my son, too, and you don’t let me see him as much as you’re supposed to, so I had some catching up to do. I bought him whatever he wanted.” I smiled sarcastically at him as I gathered as many bags as I could carry and pushed past him.
I walked inside the front door and placed the bags on the dining room table and left to get the rest of the stuff when Ben stopped me by grabbing my arm, hard.
“You can’t buy my son’s love, you know that, right?”
I yanked my arm from his grip quickly. “I don’t need to buy our son’s love. He loves me because I am his mother. It’s not like he has a mother figure in his life at home on a regular basis or anything. Your Skipper doll bimbo bitch wife doesn’t give a shit about our son, and it shows. He’s coming to stay with me for the summer,
by the way.”
“Daisy is more of a wife to me and a mother to Todd than you ever were, and he is not staying with you for the summer. That’s bullshit, and I won’t let it happen.” Ben growled at me.
“I don’t know what world you’re living in, Ben, but I’m getting a new attorney, and I’m having the custody agreement revisited. This environment,” I said as I waved my hands around his house, “is not healthy for our son. You’ve already put your hands on me once tonight, I dare you to do it again. I’ll have the cops here so fast your head will still be spinning as they put the cuffs on you. I’ve never said a bad word about you or that dumb twit you call a wife to Todd, but he sees it. He knows who you really are. He knows that you lie to keep him away from me. I may have let you walk all over me in the past, but I’m done. You either be fair with our custody agreement or so help me, I will bring the full force of the legal system down on your head.” I was shorter than Ben, but I stood right in his face as I said my piece. “Oh, and another thing. You may not think I’m smart, but I’m intelligent enough to know that your so-called shipping and receiving business isn’t exactly legal, so I wouldn’t test me if I were you. I hear that shipping wine across state lines is a felony, by the way. I would hate for your entire business to come crashing down because of an anonymous tip called in to the authorities,” I said with a smile as I walked away.
I got in my car and quickly drove away. Damn, that felt liberating.
I was on such a high from laying into Ben that I didn’t even realize I had driven right to Emma’s house. I pulled in front of the garage doors and turned the car off just sitting there quietly when blaring lights blinded me.
Emma came down the front stairs in a flowing silk robe. “Mia? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” She asked with concern in her voice.
