2nd: Love for Sale (2 page)

“I wasn’t certain you would stay.”  The tiny smirk found his handsome face and I wasn’t sure if I shouldn’t have ran.  He held out his hand, and I swear, I thought about taking off again.  “Don’t make me wait, I’m already aggravated.”

Mumbling under my breath about what a bossy prick he was, I walked over to take that offering.  His grip tightened in mine, and he led me away from the staff, and back up those stairs where I swore I’d never go again.  Instead of his bedroom, he walked me into his office. 

Seth let go of my hand and walked over to his desk, taking the seat behind it.  Motioning with his hand to the chair in front, I quickly sat and wondered why I felt like I was in the principal’s office.  The look on his face was stern, so maybe it reminded me of the few times I’d been in one.

“You have me in a bit of quandary here.”  His fingers formed a steeple as he placed his elbows on the desk.  “I know you’ve been hiding your desires, but is it because you’re truly afraid, or just in denial?”

“I’m not sure how you want me to answer that.”  I knew the type of man he was, and what he’d expect if I told him that I wanted a relationship.  I wasn’t at all sure I was ready for that.

“Preferably the truth, otherwise you’re just wasting my time.”  A small smile played at the corner of his mouth, and I wasn’t sure how to take that.

“I didn’t plan on lying, but I really don’t know.  Yes, thinking you’d share me with your friends scares the hell out of me.  At the same time, watching that woman tonight was really exciting, so I don’t know.”

He sat back in his chair, studying me with an intensity that made me want to look away.  I didn’t, but not because I wasn’t afraid, the truth was I was shaking like a leaf sitting in this chair.  Showing weakness to a man like him, for some reason just seemed like the wrong thing to do.  It was an odd predicament.

“I’m impressed with your stamina, sweetheart, I’ll give you that.  I want to fuck you until the only thing you think about is what I can give you.”

“So why don’t you?” Did I really just ask him that?  Obviously I did, but I have no idea why those words slipped out of my mouth.  Maybe because it’s all I’ve thought about since the last night we were together.

“Come here, little girl.”  He pushed his chair back and patted his lap, almost daring me to deny him.

With my legs quivering, I stood, and shuffled over to stand beside him.  He looked down to his lap, and without thinking, I sat.  I felt like a child about to get scolded, not like a grown woman sitting in her lovers lap. 

He pressed his arm against my back, forcing me to rest my face on his chest and held me tightly.  I don’t know why the tenderness of his action affected me so deeply, but tears flooded my eyes.  Stroking my hair lightly, I allowed those drop of moisture to slide down my cheeks, more emotional than I could recall being in a long time.

“Sweet little kitten.”  Lifting my chin in his hand, he kissed my forehead, and wiped my tears away with a single finger.  “I’m going to break you, you realize that?” He whispered the words softly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“I know.” As I spoke softly through my tears, there was no doubt in my mind he would and I was going to allow it to happen.

“I’ll make you my whore and never apologize for it.” Lifting my face in his hands, he forced me to meet his eyes.  There was nothing but determination written there and it frightened me in ways that left me longing for him to hurry up and show me how.  I simply nodded.

“You can still run if you want to.  I won’t try to stop you if you go now.”  He still held my face firmly, not letting me hide from his words.

“I’m tired of running.” My words seemed to unleash a demon in him, and his lips crashed down on mine. He kissed me without reserve.  It wasn’t a sweet lover’s kiss. Instead it was one of possession. I should have been terrified.  I wasn’t.  I wanted even more, and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing into him.

Adjusting my position until I was straddling him in the chair, his hands fell from my face to my ass.  Pressing me down to grind me against his groin, he gave me a very good indication of how much he wanted me in that moment.  “Last chance, little girl.”  He held my hips firmly, staring at me once more, and everything in his eyes told me to take his offer.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

A low growl resonated from his throat and he stood me up. “Undress! Now!” He stood, as well, unbuckling his pants, and sliding the zipper down, before pushing them and his underwear to his feet.  His overwhelming cock jutted out powerfully and for a moment I froze.  My breath caught at the proof of his desire so blatantly there before my eyes.

Another growl left his lips. He turned me around, pulled up my skirt, and ripped my panties savagely.  “Seth?” I wasn’t ready for him this way, and my heart raced in fear.  His only answer was turning me from him, and positioning me face first over his desk.

His cock rested against my ass. I stiffened with a whimper, having no idea how to react to this side of him.  He rested his body against my back, and took several deep breaths.  “Fuck, kitten, I’m not trying to scare you.” His lips placed small kisses over the sensitive flesh of my neck and his hands found their way underneath our bodies to my breasts, caressing them.

The tenderness of his touch and kisses were at war with the way he spread me over the desk and my body slowly relaxed.  I didn’t understand this man who could be so gentle and harsh at the same time.  “Seth, please.”  I didn’t even know what I was asking him for, because my body and my mind were at such odds with each other at the moment.

One of those magical hands fell between my thighs, and he began stroking me with a skill that took my mind off everything but the pleasure he could bring.  “So damn sweet.”  He lured me right to the pinnacle and pulled free, and I cried out with longing.  It was so easy for him to work my body!

Seth spread my thighs wide, his cock pressing against my entry.   “I need you too much to take this slow.”  With one forceful thrust, he impaled me, and I cried out loudly as my body stretched to accommodate his girth.

This was no tender lovemaking.  He rode me without reserve, with long, deep, punishing thrusts until I could hardly breathe.  Each plunge was both heaven and hell.  I didn’t know if I wanted more or if I should beg him to stop.  All I could do was accept what he gave, and cry out loudly.

Somehow in the midst of his onslaught, I fell over the edge, and still he continued.  My orgasm helped ease the way as my body stretched even more and suddenly I had no desire for this to end.  The slight burn as he took me was almost a painful pleasure in of itself, and I began pushing back to meet those thrusts until I felt the peak build again.

He found his release, and it sparked my own until he rested spent against my body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about the way he loved me. In fact, I was so confused I couldn’t wrap my mind around anything. 

When his breathing returned to normal he carefully inched from my flesh, and I cried out softly as the ache left.  “Ah, shit, Caitlin. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He lifted me in his arms and carried me back to the chair where he cuddled me like a child again. 

We stayed that way for what seemed like a long time.  My mind was overwhelmed, and my body ached in ways I didn’t know it could.  This is what I’d wished for all those nights in my bed without him, but now I wasn’t sure I hadn’t made a mistake.  Sliding out of his lap, I adjusted my skirt, realizing in mortification that we both still had our shirts on.

“I should go.”  I needed to go find some hole to dig myself into, and sulk for a while. 

He stood up and adjusted his clothes, before walking over to pull my stiff body into his arms.  “Don’t.  Stay and let me take care of you, sweetheart.  I’ll even let you tell me what an ass I am.” 

He told me he was going to break me, and it never filled my mind that he meant literally.  Tears seeped from my eyes, and I pulled out of his hold.  “I want to go home.”  Seth was too much for me, I’d known it from the beginning but couldn’t seem to stay away.

“I could make you.”  He didn’t move an inch closer, but I felt like he was invading my space nonetheless, and took a few steps back.

“I don’t want you to take me that way again.”  Or maybe some sick, twisted part of me did, because even as I denied him I wanted more.  What was it about him that made sanity fly straight out the window?

“I won’t take you that way again tonight.”  He closed the distance between us, swept me into his arms, and began walking down the hall to his bedroom. 

He’d said tonight, not ever.  If I had any common sense, I would have told him to put me down, and driven like a bat out of hell away from him and this place.  Instead I relaxed in his arms, to weary to fight him on something we obviously both wanted. 

When we reached his room, he placed me down on his bed carefully, and strode off to the bathroom.  Even the smallest movement reminded me he’d been inside me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.  My body was impossibly stretched, sore, and oddly enough still needy.  I couldn’t have handled a round two, but that didn’t mean the desire wasn’t there.  I was seriously mental.

He joined me in the room long enough to scoop me back into his arms and carry me into the now steam-filled bathroom.  With infinite care, he undressed me then himself before urging me into the soaker-sized tub with him.  Bathing me as if I were something precious to him, instead of the woman he’d just fucked sent more mixed signals.

Not a single inch of my body escaped his touch, and my body bloomed under those hands again.  “What are you doing to me, Seth?” Cradled between his legs, resting back against his chest, as his magical fingers massaged my breasts, I felt like I was being hypnotized.

“Making you mine.”  He grasped my jaw, pulling my head back to accept his lips, and kissed me sensually. 

I kissed him back without thought, loving the plunge and swirl of his tongue against mine.  I felt his hands lift and maneuver me so I was facing him, and my legs snaked around his waist as though it were the most natural thing in the world.  His cock hardened again and rubbed over the sensitive folds of my flesh like a temptation.

“Do you want more, kitten, or are you too sore?” He wielded that thick shaft like a weapon, rubbing against me in just the right way, leaving me desperate again. 

Shifting my hips slightly, I urged him inside, and inhaled deeply as his mushroom shaped head filled me.  God, it still hurt, but the pain couldn’t completely diminish the pleasure and I didn’t know what I wanted more.  Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I pressed my face against his shoulder.

“That’s not an answer, sweetheart.”  His cock nudged an inch deeper, bringing back that sweet burn.  Pulling back slightly then sliding in deeper, he was nowhere near to penetrating me fully.

I loved how he felt barely taking me, and the soreness this way I could handle.  “More.”  I was obviously a glutton for punishment. I didn’t want him to stop, even knowing my body wasn’t ready for him again that way.

“We’re going to take this real slow.”  True to his word, he continued the careful push and pull, stretching my body once more to accommodate his large width.  Using his hands on my hips, he raised me carefully and brought me down again until he filled me completely.  “You lead this ride, kitten.”  His head lowered and our lips met but his hips remained still leaving him embedded deeply.

Rotating slightly, I felt the delicious ache build, and knew this wasn’t nearly enough to get me off.  With nothing but my own need to guide me, I began riding him slowly, loving the slow slide out and gentle pressure as he widened my body again. 

He let me lead, and soon those gentle rocking motions weren’t enough.  Awkwardly, I increased my rhythm, shocked at my own need to take him deep and fast.  It felt incredible loving him the way I needed instead of being guided.  So close to finding release again, it was frustrating that I just couldn’t seem to discover that edge, so I increased my speed even more, rotating my hips as he hit a spot I wasn’t even aware was there.

“Fuck, kitten, that’s beautiful.”  My eyes had been closed the entire time, but I opened them now as I frantically continued our ride, needing what was held just out of reach. 

“Seth, help me.” I wasn’t sure what I needed but I wasn’t finding it with me leading.

I felt his cock throbbing inside me, and wanted to scream in frustration as he grabbed my hips, keeping our pelvis’s grinding together.  I needed more, not just this small circular movement that let me feel every thick, long, inch of him. 

Then he pressed his hips upward, filling me more deeply than I imagined, and something broke free.  I screamed out his name as that pleasure washed over me in waves, and my nails bit into his shoulders as I let it consume me.  My core milked him as he led from the bottom, and it seemed like my orgasm was going on forever.  Even when he flooded me with his release it just increased the longevity.

“Holy fuck, kitten.” Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed out bodies together tightly, and I felt him slowly soften.  It was the most wonderful feeling knowing that I’d drained him, and he was completely spent in my arms.  “The things I’m going to do to you.”

We stayed that way until the water began to cool and I shivered as the air wafting across my skin.  Untangling our limbs, we stood and he sauntered over to the cupboard bringing back a towel, drying me then himself.  We walked back to his bedroom and climbed into his bed, snuggling.