BOMBSHELL (12 page)

Damn, she gutted me right here is this fucking lounge. She lowered her mouth on mine, then she moved to my neck and started sucking on it. She was going to give me a hickie to show her possession. I would return the favor, just for the neighbor. All over her neck every fucking week. I think I need to pay him a visit.

“Only for me?” I asked.

She stopped sucking, looked down at me and said, “You’re the only one I crave.”

“Home, now!” I commanded.

She laughed. “Joshua, it’s not over.”

I grounded out, while picking her up off of me, “I don’t give a fuck, home, now.”

She stood up and said, “Come on, you can wait another hour or two.”

I stood up, towering over her, got in her face and said, “If I have to say it again, I’m going to make that ass red tonight.”

She blushed, turned her back to me, bent down and grabbed her ankles for a few seconds and stood up. I stared at her with wide eyes, the vixen was teasing me. I slapped her ass hard and she jutted it out for me again. I smacked her other cheek and watched it bounce on impact. Goddamn. I pulled her to me with her back to my chest and whispered, “You like me spanking that ass in public? You want to see me lose control in this lounge? Want me to cum all over this sexy as sin red dress?” I continued to grind my hard dick in her back and held her hips in place to handle my rough embrace.

“Y-yes,” She moaned.

“Not here.” I said, “Last time I’m saying it, we’re going home now, and I will redden that ass.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Fuck!

I was done.

SAMANTHA:

Trevor was right again. Joshua had started this relationship way before I did. It was little things like calling his place home. I didn’t correct him because I was too turned on to argue. However, he and I literally started seeing one another only a week ago. A lot happened in that time, but I guess it was like those traumatic experiences that accelerate emotions or something like that. Trevor would know more about this than I would. He was trying hard to show himself as a friend. He wasn’t blatantly trying to break us up, but he was actually helping me manage this man. Did he have ulterior motives for doing this? That was the question that remained to be answered and despite what Joshua might think, I’m not naïve.

Our night ended on a heavenly note, because Joshua did everything he said he was going to do. Starting with the limo ride, he had me on my knees sucking him dry. He came down my throat and told me to swallow it all again. I succeeded again. We made it up to his penthouse and barely out of the elevator. He fucked me against the wall with my hands pinned above my head. He didn’t come, but guided me against the couch and had me bend over the back. He spanked my ass eight times and I came violently on the last one. He said since he had to tell me four times to leave, I got two for each time. It was quite alright with me, I was feeling naughty.

After that, he finished fucking me over the couch while holding my titties. He finished inside me and then I remembered the damn birth control. He had collapsed on me and once he got his strength, he took me in the bathroom and we showered together like last time. We didn’t do anything else, because again, he had the lube in his bedroom and he didn’t want me to get chaff. Instead, he rubbed my clit and sucked on my neck for most of the time I was awake.

I woke up feeling sore all over. Every part of my body was aching, my arms, legs, stomach, ass, neck and even my feet. I’m sure it had something to do with those four inch heels that were killing my feet and the only reason Joshua didn’t fuck me in them last night was because he didn’t want me to get a blister. Joshua wasn’t in bed when I woke up, so I went to the bathroom, relieved myself and brushed my teeth.

I went searching for him, but didn’t find him in his usual space. I went to the oven and saw my breakfast there, so I took it out and ate it because I was starving. By the time I had finished, Joshua still hadn’t emerged from his hiding place, so I went to his office. The door was closed, but I cracked it slightly and saw he was on a video chat with an older woman who looked vaguely familiar. Joshua heard the door and swiveled around. “Hey, sleeping beauty.” He smiled.

Smiling, I waved back and went to duck out of the room.

“Wait, come here,” he called.

I poked my head back through the door and he pointed to the screen and said, “Samantha, this is my mom.”

He turned up the speakers and adjusted the screen so she could see me. I wanted to duck out of the room because I was literally in a t-shirt and nothing else. I waved and said, “Hey.”

“Come closer,” the lady said.

I looked at Joshua and glared. He shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t know what he was doing. I walked around the desk and stood next to Joshua, but he pulled me down in his lap, right in front of his mom. I know I turned red at his movement, because she laughed.

“She’s beautiful Joshua.” She exclaimed, “Charles, get in here and look at Joshua’s girlfriend. She’s gorgeous.”

I turned to Joshua and whispered, “Who is Charles?”

He kissed me on the lips and said, “My dad.”

I whispered to him, “I don’t want to meet them like this. All I have on is a t-shirt. That’s not cool.”

“They can’t see,” he said.

A deep voice came through the speakers, “Yes, we can see you got that poor gal sitting on your lap, trying to whisper?”

I jumped at the sound and held my chest. Joshua laughed out loud, his mom hit his dad on the shoulder, and the dad laughed the very same laugh he gave to his son Joshua. He looked just like his dad, but younger, but he had his mom’s eyes. She had silver hair, few wrinkles and didn’t look over fifty. The father didn’t look a day over fifty either. They were both tanned, he was taller than her by a foot, both were medium build and too cute together.

“Wow, she is a looker,” his father boomed.

“Dad, you don’t have to talk so loud, we can hear you just fine. You’ve scared Samantha enough already.”

“My bad honey, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he apologized.

“It is a pleasure to meet you guys.”

“No, the pleasure is ours. The last time we talked, Joshua wouldn’t wake you up, he said you needed your beauty rest. We wanted to meet you then.” His mom exclaimed, “Maybe you can convince him to bring you to Aspen, so we can meet you when you have on all your clothes.”

Oh my gosh. I felt the heat on my face.

“Mom,” Joshua growled.

“I’m just joking baby, just wanted to see if she had a sense of humor.” She smiled.

“Ya see son and ya’ll always say that I’m the bad one.” His father shook his head.

“Don’t you start Charles. You know good and well, you are the bad one.”

“Woman, don’t have me put you over my knee.”

I stiffened in Joshua’s lap. He wrapped both arms around me and then I realized that he was laughing, because his whole body was shaking. I was astonished because from what I could tell, spankings just went in the family. I turned to him and tried to communicate with my eyes, ‘did he just say that?’ Joshua was laughing, but he nodded his head in acknowledgement to my unspoken question. When I looked back, they were hugged up and smiling at us, as we had a similar embrace. Joshua had both of his arms wrapped my waist and I was leaning against his chest. Joshua’s dad had both of his arms around his wife’s chest and she was leaning against him. I smiled at them and they smiled back at us.

“We’ll let you go son, we know you got to take care of business. But don’t be a stranger, I expect to see you within thirty days.” His father told him and did not ask. Sounded familiar. I guess he got it honest.

His mom waved and we said our goodbyes, then Joshua’s dad came back and whispered in the computer. “Josh, people know she’s your woman, you don’t have to mark her entire neck up like that. She looks like she had the chicken pox.”

I gasped, jumped out of his lap and ran to the bathroom. All I could hear was, “CHARLES” yelled from his mom and the same two boisterous laughter.

Son of a bitch.

I looked into the mirror, which apparently I didn’t pay much attention when I brushed my teeth. I had hickies everywhere on my neck. The man lost his mind. I gave him two, he gave me twenty. The bathroom door opened and Joshua peered through it. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Whoa, calm down,” he put his hands up.

“Calm down!” I exclaimed, “Calm down.”

I groaned, then started pacing the floor. Joshua stayed near the door and then said, “They’ll be gone by next week.”

I whirled on him and screamed, “I start working here on Monday, Joshua. While you may be used to being a playboy, I don’t have that luxury. People will judge me based on things like that. They’ll think I’m sleeping with the boss, or that I’ve slept my way to get here.”

“You are sleeping with the boss.” He smirked.

I growled, “You think this shit is funny? You fucking come to work with hickies on your neck and you got a wild cat, I come to work with hickies on my neck and I’m the irresponsible slut.” I stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed my clothes from yesterday, and went to go back into the bathroom but he grabbed me by the waist.

“Wait one fucking minute. Are you really mad about this shit?”

“Let me go.”

“Samantha, answer me.”

“I said, let me go.”

“Fuck that,” Joshua barked and the next thing I know, I was over his shoulder. He prowled towards the center of his bedroom and he tossed me on the bed. I tried to go towards the other side but he grabbed my legs and pulled me under him. He trapped my hands above my head and pressed his whole body on mine paralyzing me. I tried to wiggle, but no luck.

“Joshua, get off of me and let me go.”

“No, now tell me why you are so upset.”

“Were you not listening? I told you why I was upset, but you’ll never understand because you are a man.”

“What does the fact that I’m a man have to do with anything? I think you are really playing this up for some reason, why are you upset? Is it because of my parents? You think they don’t approve of you?”

“No, I don’t even know your parents. How could they not approve of me unless they are against pre-marital sex and think I’m some sort of slut because I have 20 hickies on my fucking neck?”

“What the fuck,” he was exasperated. “Why are you making this into an issue?”

“Because Joshua, it will be an issue. You don’t understand, just let me up.”

“Let you up for what. Where are you going?”

“I’m going to my apartment. I have things to do, people to see, places to go. I can’t be held up in here all weekend with you. Plus, I’m a little sore.” I tried to calm down, so he didn’t think I was mad and would let me go.

“I had the weekend planned out for us.”

“How do you have the weekend planned out for us and not inform me. You don’t consult with me, just want me to drop everything for your plans?”

He stared at me for a beat and then said, “I’m sorry.”

I stared back for a beat and said, “Apology accepted.”

He let me up and then asked, “What’s on your agenda today?”

“I’m going to get my hair done at 11AM, mani/pedi/wax at 2pm and a massage 6PM.”

“Are you going with Roslyn? I haven’t heard you mention her lately, is she alright?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t spoken to her.”

“Why not, she’s your best friend.”

“So.”

“Remember why I said I called you mama? Well, in this instance, I’d call you baby girl, because you’re not acting like the woman I know you to be.”

I stared at him and pushed him off of me. I walked in the bathroom, closed the door and quickly put on my clothes. I walked out, grabbed my purse and headed for the bedroom door, then he said, “You walk out that door without saying goodbye or giving me a kiss, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Well, shit.

I turned around, walked to him, gave him a smoldering kiss with tongue and whispered, “Goodbye Joshua,” in his ear. I went to stand up straight and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me back down to him, so one of my knees was on the bed.

“Have a good day, okay. I’ll talk with you later. Also, clear your schedule for next weekend, because I’m taking you out of town. Tell Larry what you will be doing, so he has your schedule as well. I’ll share my calendar with you and you do the same, today. Got it?”

“Yes Joshua.”

“You’re mad, huh. You want to talk about it or you want to stew?”

“You won’t understand.”

“But Trevor will?”

“Probably not, because he’s a man as well.”

“Then maybe you should give Roslyn a call.”

“Why are you pushing this Roslyn thing, you don’t even know what happened? She could have told me not to mess with you.”

“But she didn’t, did she?”

I just stared at him, then he said, “Mama, give her a call and stop this.”

I kissed him on the lips briefly and said, “Whatever.”

I knew he was right. I was just pissy and irritated.

******

I arrived at my apartment shortly after 9 AM and ran into Trevor getting on the elevator. He smiled at me and said, “Ohh, the walk of shame,” he tilted my head and said, “with the marks to prove it. Spicy!”

I smacked his hand away and said, “I’m still mad at that. Asshole.”

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, “I hear I give great advice.”

“Naw, apparently, I just want to ‘stew’,” I said sarcastically.

“Well, let me know. I’ll be in and out today.” Then he said, “What are your plans today?”

“I’m going to be out most of the day,” I smiled, “Spa day.”

“Oh, nice. Well, be sure to actually relax,” he said as he got on the elevator.

“Will do, talk to you later,” I called after him.

I let myself into my apartment and plopped on the couch. After a moment, I dialed Roslyn’s number. She answered on the first ring.

“Sam?” she sounded sleepy.

“Were you asleep, I can call back.”

“Naw, I’m up. You alright?”

“I’m good. Just wanted to touch base with you.”

“Yeah, we should talk.”

“Well, I’m having a spa day, if you want to join me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course, what time does everything start?” she asked, because we had done this before.

“At 11, I can swing by and pick you up.”

“Pick me up in what, you got a car?”

“Long story, we have a lot of catching up to do.”