Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) (17 page)

It looked acceptable, so I attached it and hit send before getting under the covers, as I was still naked. My phone buzzed and I immediately opened the text to see a picture of his cock.

He had grabbed it with his left hand at the shaft. His monster of a dick looked as though it could puncture a hole in a light aircraft. I almost salivated as I thought of how he used it on me and the things that came when he was hard and ready. I only wished that I could be there to grab onto it myself before sucking him off.

“
You’re so big
,” I said.

“
I’m getting off right now to your pictures. I want more—a video, of you getting off to me
,” he said.

I could feel myself blushing even though nobody was around as I lay naked underneath the covers. This was
definitely
nothing I had ever done before, but it did sound a little risqué and sexy. It would definitely be something new.

I turned my camera to the video mode and saw the little timer on the bottom sit at zero. I pushed the covers off, allowing for a full view, before using a small box I had on my nightstand to prop up my phone, which was further down the bed. I kept my face out of frame and hit record. The button turned a darker shade of red and the timer started. I felt a little nervous at first, but started doing what I normally did once or twice a week—masturbate.

The video obviously wasn’t live or anything, but I couldn’t help but think he was sitting there watching me right now. I didn’t think about the pictures he’d sent me, but rather our times together and how incredibly satisfying they were. I imagined him spanking me and leaving red handprints before his thick, long, hard dick pushed into me slowly, picking up speed once I had accommodated him.

My fingers, now completely wet, started to get sore, as the more I thought about him the more I began to salivate with lust and desire. Why did he have to be in Seattle right now? Why couldn’t be here, with me?

I opened my eyes and looked down at the timer to see that over three minutes had already passed. I took my fingers out, opting to rub myself a little, before I leaned forward and turned the camera off. I had no idea how long of a video he wanted, but I sent it to him anyway in hopes that he actually liked it. It was a little embarrassing, but I think most things are the first time you do them. I knew he’d like it.

I didn’t hear from him for almost ten minutes, when I got a picture message in response. I opened it, still naked under my covers, and saw a picture of his cock with cum dripping down the head. I bit my lower lip as I imagined when he gave me a facial before he sent another text, though this time it was an actual text and not a picture.

“
All this from you
,” he said.

“
Me? My video did that to you?
” I asked.

“
You turn me on beyond belief. I can’t wait to be inside you again, Penelope
,” he said.

I smiled before hearing Nicolette get out of the bath and go into her room. I got up, put on my panties and sweats, then put on a sports bra and an old shirt I had gotten earlier.

“
I hope it’s soon
,” I replied.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Penelope

Blake had to stay in Seattle for a few days after our little sexting session the other night. He wanted to see me right away the night he came back, for obvious reasons, but I was afraid it wasn’t going to be that simple. I had just gotten my period that morning, and sex was completely off the table. I knew some people still swam in red waters, especially if the urge was strong, but there
was
a mystique I was trying to uphold with him here. I didn’t think we were far enough along to do that, even if he was into some kind of weird stuff.

I wasn’t planning on telling him until I was with him. I knew it sounded selfish, but I kind of just wanted to see him. I wanted to see his smile, his face, and feel his touch. I knew our arrangement was just physical, aside from the companionship and me accompanying him to his social events, but I still wanted those times of just hanging around one another, even if it was for a short period of time.

He had invited me to dinner tonight, which I was happy to do any night of the week. School was starting soon, and I knew that our time together would decrease a little bit, which was something I told him last night and he was fine with. He said my education was important, and besides, this was my last semester and it would fly by. I thought he was just ultimately happy with regular sex, even if it wasn’t at the drop of a hat any night or time during the week.

He said he’d have a chef come by to cook us dinner at his place so we could avoid the hustle of the crowds, which was funny because he usually just bought out the entire place for the night. Hell, he could afford to buy the place outright and let us have dinner in peace every single night of the week.

As the night grew on and it got closer to eight, when Gustav was going to pick me up, I packed a small bag of essentials in my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I wore a dress from my shopping trip, though it wasn’t the skin-tight one that Nicolette would like me to wear. It was black, fitted at the top, and flowed a little more at the bottom. I matched it with black tights and flats that were a little worn, though it wasn’t noticeable from afar. I thought I looked cute.

Nicolette was out on a date, well, a pseudo-date with a guy she met on RandomMeetX two days ago. It was nice not to have someone there to criticize my outfit, even if she did it out of love for me and wanted me to look my best. I locked the apartment, went outside, and saw Gustav standing there before he opened up the rear passenger door for me and I got inside. I felt so suave and important driving around with Gustav, especially with me in the backseat. I didn’t treat him like any old driver, though. I made sure to talk about him, his family, and what he actually did outside of driving Blake around. Turned out he was quite the family man; he was restoring an old Camaro with his father,
and
he played flag football on a team. You can learn a lot about people just by being their friend.

I checked my phone periodically during the drive to see if Blake texted me, which he didn’t. The drive back and forth wasn’t remarkably long, though the congestion of the city always made it at least twice as long as it should have been. I did get to be driven there, though, so I guessed I couldn’t complain too much. At least I wasn’t on the bus.

We arrived at Blake’s building and Gustav opened the garage door before dropping me off at the same location as the last time. He got out and opened my door, wishing me a good night, and drove off for a date with his wife. I opened the elevator door, got in, and buzzed Blake’s floor, which he graciously gave me access to.

“
Look who it is,” he said, as the elevator doors opened.

I walked up and hugged him tightly before giving him a sweet little kiss and smelling his woodsy body wash. He was in a white dress shirt and gray slacks, and the more I saw him the more I realized I hadn’t really seen him in anything else besides this stuff, other than when we went to sleep. Did he even own regular clothes?

“
The chef left about fifteen minutes ago, so the food is still nice and hot. Are you hungry?” he asked.

“
Starved,” I said, as I set down my purse and took off my jacket.

We didn’t go into the dining room, instead to a small table just off his kitchen that was a bit more casual than the other one. The food was all there, including our plates already made. I sat down across from him and looked it all over.

It was an Asian dish in a large white bowl. There were darker noodles, chicken, tons of vegetables, peanuts, some basil, and a sweet sauce that looked light when I dipped my fork in it. I twirled some up on my fork and ate it, my taste buds taken on an expedition to a land of flavor.

“
Oh my God,” I said, after swallowing.

“
I know, it’s good, isn’t it?” he asked, taking a bite of his own.

“
I can’t believe how good it is. It’s like the perfect marriage of sweet, salty, and just everything else. Damn,” I said, before starting to shovel the rest of it into my mouth.

“
So, did you miss me?” he asked.

“
Yes, did you miss me?” I asked.

“
Of course. I also missed you know what,” he said, as he raised his eyebrows a few times.

“
Yeah, about that,” I said hesitantly.

He looked at me, and I knew I was about to let him down and possibly make him mad. It was so bad, too, because we had been together five minutes and we were having such a good time already. It made me wonder what the rest of our time together until tomorrow morning would be like. Why did I have to have a period? Why?

“
I’m actually on my period. It just started today, so I don’t think we should have sex,” I said, waiting for him to get frustrated with me.

“
Okay, that’s no problem,” he said, continuing to eat.

“
If you’re mad and want me to leave, I can call a cab. I know Gustav has a date with—”

“
Penelope, I’m not mad at you. It’s not like you did anything wrong. You can’t help it. It’s fine,” he said.

“
So, you don’t want me to leave?” I asked.

“
I won’t stop you if you want to go, for whatever reason, but I’m not asking you to leave, no,” he said.

“
I thought this was all about sex, though. You know, the arrangement,” I said.

“
I also like spending time with you. We’ll do it once you’re off your period,” he said, taking a bite of chicken.

I smiled before taking another bite, as I felt a few tingles and butterflies in my stomach. I had hoped he would react this way, but I really had no way of knowing, with our arrangement and all. He could’ve gone either way and I would’ve just had to deal with it. It almost made me feel relieved that he was being so nice and cool about it.

“
So, did you have fun with your roommate the other day? You told me you went to eat with her?”

“
Yeah, it was fun! It’s nice to catch up with her and hear about her personal life. We live together, but we’re both busy and she sometimes stays late at work or goes out on dates and whatever,” I said.

“
That’s good,” Blake said.

“
Something funny happened, though. This guy asked me out when we were sitting there. Took me off guard,” I said, laughing.

“
I see,” he said.

“
Nicolette was very protective and told him I was seeing someone, which made it even weirder,” I said, laughing a little.

“
And did you like him?” Blake asked.

“
I didn’t know him. How could I like him?” I asked.

“
You didn’t know me, yet that didn’t stop anything,” he said.

“
Why are you being like this?” I asked, as my demeanor changed.

“
I’m not being like anything. I was just asking a simple question. I don’t want to hold you back from anything if you meet somebody you could see yourself with. I want to make sure you’re happy,” he said.

“
I am happy. With you. I don’t mean that in a relationship sense, because of everything, but I like what we have. I’m comfortable with it,” I said.

“
I’m happy to hear that. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t holding you back,” he said.

“
You’re not,” I said, getting out of my seat and giving him a kiss.

“
Good,” he replied.

We finished our dinner and Blake said to leave the dishes for his housekeeper, who came daily. I felt a little guilty, since it wasn’t like we were in a restaurant or anything, and I had to admit that I dropped a few noodles and got some sauce on the table. He insisted, though, and it was his place, so I went along with it.

Blake said he felt a bit tired and wanted to watch some TV in bed before going to sleep. I obliged, as I was happy I brought along some pajamas that I had crammed into my bag. Well, I only brought the bottoms, anyway.

“
So, this is a weird question, but do you have any shirts? Like any regular T-shirts?” I asked.

“
Yes, why wouldn’t I?” he replied, as he took off his dress shirt.

“
Well, I’ve never actually seen you wear any, you know. And I need to borrow one for tonight. I only have this dress,” I said.

He walked into his closet before coming back and tossing me a gray V-neck that was incredibly soft. It was a little too large for me because of his build, but comfortable nonetheless. We crawled into bed clothed, which was a first for us, and as he lay back with his shoulders and head propped up, I snuggled up to him and wrapped my arm around him before laying my head on his chest.