Curved (13 page)

“All right,” I said, compliantly. “You… You’re right.”

“‘Course I am,” Joseph said, spanking my ass. I checked to see if anyone saw. “No one did,” he said.

Smiling, the two of us went upstairs to the upper deck, where a railing wrapped along the sides of the yacht. Looking over the edge, I saw the waters lapping against the hull, a fluid, endless motion. The whitecaps entranced me, mesmerized me until Joseph just my neck, bringing his lips across the back of my spine. I trembled in his presence, no one there to see us.

“Let’s go to my room,” Joseph said, his fingers like a bracelet around my wrists. He talked until we hit an iron door gilded in what appeared to be raw platinum. “In here…”

He flicked on the lights, showing me the double king-sized bed he had, furry carpets, a massive bathroom with a view and Jacuzzi.

“Oh my God,” I said, upon seeing it all. I went to the closet, which was a walk-in, and stayed there, looking at his clothes, all of it totally filled out. From back and the front end, he had reams of suits and ties, a seemingly distant row of pillows, bedsheets, all fully stocked.

“Yeah,” Joseph said, pulling me into the bedroom. I collapsed against him, my arms immediately wrapping around for his ass, gripping and groping his solid cheeks. He pushed me back to the bed, laying me flat.

“Joseph I—I really like you,” I said.

“The same with you,” he said back.

“If I ever seemed like I didn’t care about you or that I… Wasn’t interested… It’s only because I thought you wouldn’t like me… And that our philosophies would conflict.”

“They won’t,” Joseph said, stroking my clit. “They’re not, are they?”

“No, they aren’t.”

His hands stroked the innards of my cunt, along my canal, deep into the back depths—as far as he could plunge.

“Try not to squeal so much this time,” Joseph whispered, “you might bring the waitstaff over.”

I laughed, spreading my legs apart, my legs splitting at the crease of my thighs.

Joseph slid his hands to my kneecaps, his breath hot on my face, his hands now on my breasts. Unraveling my dress, he hiked his cock against my cunt, slathering pre-come over the tops of my hood and clit. I groaned as the pressure of his cock increased the volume of juices squirting from my clit, all of it dripping across my legs, slathering myself in a wetness I could feel deep in my bones.

Never had any man made me feel so involved.

Enraptured.

My head exploded when he plunged his cock into my cunt, stroking my canal with his girth, widening me with his expanding mushroom head. Squirting pre-come along my flesh, he heaved himself on top of me, his hands pinning my shoulders.

I lifted myself up to prop my legs against his head, tilting my back over, my cunt engulfing his cock entirely now.

He stroked to the backside again, where my G spot lusciously released a throbbing, a throbbing heat.

“Oh,” I said, “dammit… Dammit…”

“What?” Joseph said.

“I just… I wish you were… More… Unlikable…”

Joseph smiled at me, his grin making me wickedly spew out a huge blast of orgasmic clit juice.

Kicking my feet together, I wrapped my knees around his head, enclosing my body over his, my cunt tightening on his cock at the same time.

“You do though,” Joseph said, his grunting melding with my own. I moaned, squealing a sharp sigh, the air slithering out from my pursed lips. “You wanted me from the very first time you saw me…”

“Of course,” I said, gasping, “and it’s only now that I really… That I’m really acknowledging it…”

“Yeah?” Joseph said, his mouth wrenching together. “Yeah?”

His cock drove against my G spot, the orgasm flooding my brain, my body prickling with the exasperated sensations I had been holding back from the very moment when I left his office on the first day of work…

“I’ve never let loose like this,” I whispered, my body rigid, my spine arching, stretching out—articulating from the very base to the top of my spine. “I’ve never, ever done it so… Excellently as you’ve shown me.”

“There’s only one man who can,” Joseph said, his balls slapping my cunt. He stroked his hands up and down my clit, the opening of my entrance throbbing, my hood like an electric wheel, a cycle of sorts, powerful, emanating juice and pre-come.

Joseph’s hands drove across my belly, wrapping around the circumference, pressing inwards, massaging my skin, flesh, all of it.

“I remember our interview,” Joseph said, his vocal cords straining. He thrust his ball sack again, the weight of his nuts dragging over my hood. He slammed his mushroom tip into my G spot, the orgasm blotting out my mind, coming forth and through my skin, every one of my pores totally oozing ecstasy. “Yes, the very first day…”

It flashed in my mind. I stepped through the doors of Placarm Rhodes, nervously holding my purse, next to Angela, walking up a flight of stairs, the elevator—then him, Joseph at his desk, his legs crossed, his teeth white and shining.

“Ugnh,” I whispered, my throat dulled out, the edges of my hair tingling, practically effervescent—bubbling with euphoria. Gripping the bed sheets, I lifted a leg down to the bed, trying to stabilize myself, stop myself from thrashing so much. My spine nearly snapped from the tension along the length, my body rigid, tight, immobile.

“There we go,” Joseph said, his face swirling in my eyes. “There we go… Enjoy yourself. You’re doing it now more than you ever have… More than I’ve ever seen you…”

Releasing my fingers, I breathed out a long stream of hot air, my chest stuck on relieving myself of the incredible fury Joseph injected into me.

“Ugnh!” I said.

Joseph’s cock expanded my canal, his shaft dripping pre-come from the tip, long and steadily, his stickiness making the upper end of my canal succulent and delicious.

He slipped his cock along my cunt, to the entrance, where he draped my clit in his wetness.

Squeezing at the base, he jerked himself once, squirting a blast of come over my clit. I opened my eyes wide, moaning, my body electric and jolting upright.

He pressed his face to my cunt, licking the edges and surface of my hood, my body rising, throbbing, unable to be controlled by mere whims.

“Oh,” I said, “oh, oh, oh…”

“There we are,” Joseph said, squeezing my ass, stroking my clit at the same time that he ate out of my snatch. Encircling my waist again, he lay me back, until my head was spinning from the euphoric buildup in my mind.

It was as if he could read it—could tell when I would climax a second time.

As the ecstasy stacked slowly, like a brick house, my body rattled, my teeth clacked, and my hands spasmed.

My belly rose, and my feet curled, Joseph’s mouth and tongue inside my cunt, biting the edges of my hood, a second round of orgasm surfacing from beneath my flesh. He knelt on top of me, stroking himself, his cock expelling loads of come over my body, washing out my breasts, washing out my face, the white rain slashing my lips, my tongue gathering up his fluid, the stream a continuous flow.

“Oh,” I said, rubbing my thighs, my knees collapsing away from his body, off his shoulders. They folded up together, my legs, and pulled into me as I throbbed and vibrated sonorously. My mouth heavy, my lungs contracting towards the center of my chest.

“Yes,” Joseph said, his hands on my clit, his mouth biting me, by my cunt, and then, and then near my breasts…

I squirted so much out of my clit that I blushed again.

Embarrassed from my bodily production, I hid my face, lying on my side, my rib cage aching—my head as if it had a fever.

“Don’t hide from me,” Joseph said.

I glanced at him, smirking. “I have a long way to go,” I said, “showing off my… Assets. What I can do for you.”

“Yeah,” he said, spanking my ass. “You’re so shy still.”

“When I lost my virginity to you… The other day… I wasn’t sure if I was okay with it.”

I had woken up in the middle of night, clutching my cunt, watching my skin crawl.

“You’re scared of attracting the wrong man,” Joseph said, stroking my cheek. He kissed my forehead, drawing his hands into the forest that was my hair, all tangled together, messed up and tight. Kissing my lips, my throat, he dragged his fingers over my breasts, pushing inwards to make me pulsate.

His hands were luxurious. Even the finery of his bones, like an intricate insignia that only the universe conspired to create in him.

A unique individual.

“I was scared,” I said, “but now… I’m not.”

Locking his eyes on to me, he pushed me against the headboard, licking my nipples, scoping his hands out over my belly. He groped my flesh, and even though I stopped him abruptly, because I had no confidence in myself, he managed to lower my defenses.

“Yes,” he said, his voice dropped into a near silent whisper. Biting my neck, I twisted my head up to the ceiling, staring through a window, back at the stars, back at the moon. The reflection of light hit the screen, filtering through a pair of blinds, meandering across my face. “Give me yourself, and I’ll give you the world.”

“Is that really… Can you really do it for me?”

“Everything,” Joseph said. “Everything…”

Adjusting my eyes in the darkness, I became nervous. His musculature, so large and powerful, could turn on me if I displeased him.

“Trust me,” he whispered, his teeth sinking deeper into my body. He traveled over and across my breasts, my ample tissue, chomping down, his teeth releasing a flood of endorphins, the ecstasy mingling at the backs and corners of my mind. Groaning, I flicked my toes, my fingers.

“I do,” I said. “I do…”

Just then, I imagined wedding bells. I know, crazy, but I had won over Zena and Ricarda. And Angela and Lindsay.

They couldn’t stand against me if I had Joseph by my side.

Chapter 15

A problem occurred though: I felt guilty. Guilty because I had given Lindsay one of the secret advantages I made for Joseph.

And in my contract, I remembered that everything I made for his company was owned by him.

Now, the repercussions appeared in my vision, as a set of hostile images.

I could be taken up for it. Arrested, maybe. Or, really, I had no idea what happened to people like me. I never followed the news—especially corporate news—because it never interested me, and because I never had time.

“Joseph,” I said, in a little voice, so weak and wary from our sex. “You… Do you trust me?”

He brought his head to face me, directly, his eyes boring into my own. Pressing his forehead against my nose, he mounted himself on my cunt, his erect cock lying flat on my clit.

Rubbing himself on me, he nodded, smiling in the darkness, the faint light pouring through the windows. “Of course I do,” he said, biting me again, my lower lip, my upper lip. He turned his tongue to the roof of my mouth, swiveling across my teeth, licking the centers of my dipping breasts.

He had an alacrity I couldn’t keep up with. Speed that seemed superhuman.

Nothing could go wrong as long as Lindsay stayed quiet. I guessed a bright future for the both of us: her at work, relieved of the stressors of her job; me and Joseph, finally happy together.

I was too scared to ask what would happen if I ever betrayed him anyway.

“Why do you ask?” Joseph said. The darkness and shrouded both of us, obscuring his facial expressions, clouding even my mind. Was he angry at me? Scared? No. Neither of them. Inquisitive, perhaps. Curious. Definitely searching for an answer, multiple answers. “If you went to a different company, I wouldn’t be too offended… So long as you come back.”

I smiled. “Bringing trade secrets to you? Ophelia, the investment banker spy?”

Joseph tickled my breasts, his cock throbbing again, squirting when I squirted, come melting along my body, in the river created from my clit.

“The best agent,” Joseph mumbled. “Only you…”

“Yes,” I said, groaning, my body shaking, tremulously. “Yes, the best agent of all…”

Joseph’s hands roved down my breasts, across my nipples. He plunged himself against my G spot, striking the center of orgasmic climax once and again. Yet another blast of ecstasy seized my mind—all my muscles locked up tight, convulsed.

“There we are,” Joseph said, “there… There…”

“Joseph—”

Could I tell him what had gone on between me and Lindsay?

His eyes in mine, his hands on my hips, rocking my cunt backwards.

My head dipping into the last troughs of ecstasy and pleasure…

Moaning, I stretched my arms out, holding the headrest, leaning into it. Passionate and of great mental stability, I knocked to the side, my forehead resting on the wooden lacquer of a bed post.

The mattress sunk underneath me as Joseph weighed himself down, his cock pumping, pumping more come…

“Oh,” I said, slumping. “Joseph…”

Guilt flushed through me. Lindsay… My code that I had given her…

It wasn’t that I would leave Joseph—it’s that I helped his competition.

“Joseph…” I mumbled, my cunt throbbing and clamping down shut, lock and key. My clit tightened, the juices flowing evermore. “Joseph…”

When I came to, Joseph was on top of me, his mouth gently caressing my neck, gripping with his teeth my chin. He bit there, playfully.

“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you… Joseph…”

“It’s the best that I can do for you,” Joseph said. “The absolute best…”

“Yeah,” I said, rising. Looking out into the night, the waters sloshing in the bay, I realized my treachery. Scanning Joseph’s face for any sign of knowledge, I became paranoid.

What if he found out? What if he had someone tell him about a girl’s program, a certain someone’s coding that accelerated the filing of important data? Antonio could brag to Joseph. Over the phone, maybe in an email, and then I would be done for, my job gone, only school left.

How would I find employment afterwards? Conjuring up the worst, I shook my head, denying myself the privilege of catastrophizing.

I couldn’t sleep in those nightmares anymore. It wasn’t my place—it wasn’t for me.

“I have to focus on the present,” I said, allowed. It sounded awkward, after what we had done together, so Joseph simply stared at me, shrugging slightly. “You know, the advice you gave me. I have to learn how to live in the present, taking all the information around me, don’t rush, don’t… Make any sudden decisions. Learn to appreciate what’s in front of my eyes.”

“Yes,” Joseph said, nodding. “Very much true.”

“I spent most of my life trying to get into a good college,” I said. “There’s just so many hoops for someone to jump through.”

“A guy has to figure it out,” Joseph said, “that in the end, the now is what’s happening tomorrow and yesterday.”

I grinned at him. “A salient position,” I said.

We stayed there in silence, watching the waves, when Joseph broke for my attention. “How about this: I can help you start a charity tomorrow.”

I arched my eyebrows, quizzically approaching him across the bed. Holding his neck, I rubbed the back of his muscles, feeling for his collarbone, wrapping my fingers around his shoulders. “How can you do that? Don’t you need time to, I don’t know, incorporate?”

“It’ll take some time,” Joseph said. “But I can get all the legal work done immediately… Placarm Rhodes has quite a bit of clout—good lawyers. I’ve got my own personal set.”

“Okay, then,” I said, not really believing him. “You… Do what you can do for me.”

“All right then,” Joseph said. “What should we name it?”

“We?”

“Me, your nonprofit partner. Well, I guess I’ll be acting as your Board of Directors.”

“Really? You’re serious about this?”

I thought it would be impossible, to own my own nonprofit, to help people in a better way than Manhattan’s Concern.

But here Joseph was, the idea man.

“I’m serious,” he said. “Just tell me the name…”

“Well… I think… Homeless United sounds nice.”

Joseph smiled at me, brushing my hair, his hands traveling through the roots, setting up goosebumps like landmines over my head. Whatever his finger even struck one, I twitched.

“Does it sound… Official to you?”

“It sounds great,” Joseph said, “don’t even second-guess. I find that names usually come from a gut place. Right in here.” Joseph traced my belly, squeezing me once. I giggled, wrapped up in his embrace, tight against him. “Trust me on this: you have a good idea about who you are. Why you’re doing this. Where you want to go. This bodes well: you have a vision. A vision about a better future, about helping people, something that I can help you with.”

“Will you go… All the way with me?” I said.

“As far as I can,” Joseph said. “I want to help you build this nonprofit. And you know, nonprofits are often run like businesses. You have to have accounting, a base level budget, departments strung together with good communication. It’s really no different—they’re just seen differently by the IRS. In purpose, they might have a different goal: but they are constrained in the same way.”

His grip on me tightened, and I sighed. “Joseph…” Should I tell him? “You’re placing so much trust in me…”

“I told you already,” Joseph said, “I do. A lot of trust. You’re my best employee, actually, I should say. The best I’ve ever had… Ophelia.”

He held me against him, striking my face on his chest. I looked up at him, lying on top, the rocking of the yacht practically unnoticeable.

“I’ll stand by you, if there’s anything that goes wrong,” Joseph said. “So you have nothing to fear in the future… When it comes to this business stuff, nothing.”

The boat’s rocking echoed in my head. Sleepy and dreamy, I lay back in the sheets, and wrapped myself up in the embrace of my lover.

Joseph, my man, my one true man…