Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) (8 page)

Blake went slowly, as he could sense that I had never been with a man like him before. Each thrust pushed him in a little further as I moaned. I reached down, putting my hand against his stomach, as three quarters of him must have been inside me already. He opened my legs a little further before wrapping his arms around them and pulling me a little more off the edge of the bed.

As he picked up speed I could hear and feel his balls slap against my asshole, and I let out a short, loud moan each time I felt his body against mine. He was fully inside me, and I couldn’t help but squeal as I heard his breathing grow heavy. I reached down, rubbing myself, as I wished I could see his face right now. I imagined him biting his lower lip as sweat dripped down his pecs before rippling down his chiseled abs. I imagined him tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he focused on the feeling of my tight pussy wrapped around his shaft. I imagined it all, and in turn, it made me feel even better.

Blake scooted me back a little on the bed before he set both of my legs down to the right of me. He bent them at the knees, his dick still inside of me, my back still twisted and flat on the bed. I felt him better than I had earlier, like it was an entirely new experience.

Without so much as a warning, I felt my ass tingle quick and hard as he slapped it in a way I was sure would leave a mark. I winced before he slapped it again, this time a little harder.

“
How do you like that?” he asked.

“
I love it,” I moaned.

Each slap stung more than the last, but the pain didn’t persuade me to make him stop. I knew he would leave red marks and maybe even some bruises, but it turned me on even more, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each slap. It was like he was branding me, and I wanted that reminder of what we were doing now tomorrow morning.

Blake pulled out so suddenly I felt empty without all of him inside me. He grabbed me, flipped me over, and pulled my left leg up onto the bed before bending it a little. With my blindfold still on and my face against the bed I felt him enter me from behind, before he grabbed my hair and pulled it back. I put my hands on the bed, pushing myself upwards, before his free hand drifted forward and squeezed my right breast like he owned it.

“
I’m getting close,” he whispered, as I felt his pubic bone push up repeatedly against my ass.

“
Cum for me,” I moaned.

Blake started to breathe heavier, and each thrust of his body sent a shockwave up my body, leaving ripples in my ass that were constantly being refreshed.

“
Yes,” I moaned, as I felt him grip my ass with both hands.

Blake quickly pulled out, keeping me where I was, and I heard the condom being torn off and tossed to the side. I could hear him jerking himself before he leaned in a little further.

His warm, dripping load shot across the arch of my back as I bit my lower lip and smiled. I could hear him moaning as he came—his deep voice sending shivers up my spine as the last drops of him came down on the marks he left on my ass.

He shook his cock, flinging the remaining cum onto me, before I heard him walk away and open a dresser drawer. He came back seconds later and I felt a soothing, soft towel wipe up all that he had left behind. He leaned in, untying my blindfold from behind, before it slipped down and I opened my eyes for the first time.

Even though the room was dark, I had to squint to allow my eyes to adjust. I looked in front of me into a mirror above the bed, and I saw him looking back at me as his cock, still hard, hung there like a trophy.

I just fucked Blake Hunter.

CHAPTER SIX

Blake

I awoke the next morning to a sight I didn’t see all that often. Penelope was there, in my bed, her arm was draped across my bare chest and her naked chest pressed against my side. I usually didn’t let women stay the night, or at least I’d try to be gone before they woke up.

With her, though, it was different. I didn’t know if I liked her or just didn’t have the heart to kick her out, but it was almost pleasant lying next to her. Like it was somehow supposed to be that way.

As she looked deep asleep, I slid myself off of her and replaced my body with a pillow that she just as happily gripped onto. I walked into the bathroom and took a piss before slipping on some black sleeping pants from my closet. I looked at myself in the mirror as I did so, before coming closer and really examining myself.

What was I going to do about this woman in my bed? They really didn’t want me sleeping with or even becoming friends with women in the office. The board was very strict with me and told me it could cost me my position as CEO and president. They’d vote to oust me and all that I’d worked for would be gone. It wasn’t to say I hadn’t slipped a new employee into my bedroom once or twice…or five times, but that wasn’t the point.

Well, I guessed I was kind of off the hook. Penelope didn’t even work for us. I wasn’t breaking any rules. That could prove to be a whole other mess, though. If I gave her the internship, she might think it was because of last night. If other people in the office found out I gave it to her, they might think something was up. If I didn’t give it to her, well, she might feel like I used her and never had any intention of giving her a chance. Could she sue me, sue the company, because of all this? Did I mislead her in any way? I wasn’t in a winning situation on either front. I had to admit I hadn’t even really looked at her resume or credentials. I was more infatuated with her than anything, and I guess it bit me in the ass yet again.

I needed to think of something and I needed to think of it fast. Once she woke up, things could go sour. What if she asked about the internship? What if she wanted to hang around and didn’t leave? There were so many possibilities and I didn’t want to be the village idiot fumbling for an answer when she came.

I walked out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. I started some coffee and stood there with my hands against the speckled white quartz counters that almost reflected my image back at me. How could I be so stupid? It wasn’t that I didn’t like her or didn’t have a good time—I did, but it wasn’t like she was some random woman I met on the app. This really was why they say not to mix business and pleasure. It never works out.

“
Good morning,” I heard, a few minutes later.

I perked up as I looked over and saw Penelope walking towards me. She was fully dressed in the same clothes from last night.

“
Good morning,” she said.

“
Good morning. I hope you slept well,” I said.

“
I did, thanks. You have a very comfortable bed,” she said with a smile.

“
How come you’re dressed?” I asked.

“
I think it’s probably best if I get out of your hair. Besides, you have to get ready for work and I need to shower and everything,” she said.

“
You’re welcome to shower here if you need to. I have five bathrooms,” I said.

“
You’ve already done enough for me, with the dinner and the, well, other stuff. It’ll be fine. I’m just going to go get a cab,” she said.

As I looked at her in that tight-fitting dress I almost started to get the same urges I did last night. She might have had day-old makeup and messy hair, but my boner was the same way it was last night. Did I dare ask her to stay and shower with me? I needed to get ready for work, and she wouldn’t be able to stay after that. No, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“
Why don’t you come take a shower with me?” I asked.

The words floated out of my mouth and I couldn’t even stop them. What the hell was going on?

“
Are you sure?” she asked, with a smile.

“
Yeah, it’ll be fun. It’ll have to be quick, though. I have to get to the office. I’ll have Gustav waiting afterwards to take you home,” I said, knowing I couldn’t back out of the offer just seconds after making it.

“
Okay, let’s go,” she said.

With my coffee now done, I forwent it and grabbed her hand before we walked upstairs to my shower. I had a shower large enough for ten people, with twenty sprayers and nozzles all over that were enough to clean a muddied elephant.

I watched as she slipped out of her dress and pulled her panties down from behind. Fuck, was she hot, and as I saw little hints of her pink pussy, I knew I wanted to taste it again. I slid my pajama pants off and walked into the now steaming shower as she waited inside for me.

As the warm water hit our bodies from all directions, she kissed me and I felt her body pressed up against me. My dick, growing larger with each tender kiss, brushed up against her thigh before I grabbed onto her hips and kept her close.

I lathered her up as the suds instantly floated down her soft, womanly body, no match for the water. Her hands rubbed my woodsy-scented body wash all over my body, and I felt her feel every ripple of my chiseled abs. With her hair wet and slicked back she looked up at me with happily glazed eyes, and I almost felt bad about the position I had put us both in. She was a good girl, and I wanted to keep her around for a little while, but how? How could I do something that would benefit both of us and wouldn’t risk my career or company?

With both of our bodies clean, I turned off the water and the two of us began to wipe each other’s bodies down with my fluffy white towels that I was sure were crafted from the softest of clouds. Penelope had no makeup on any longer, but I couldn’t say that I minded. I hadn’t taken a shower with a woman in years and almost forgot what it was like to see a woman without makeup, fake tan, and perfectly straight, silky hair. It was almost as if she were human now and not something else. Something fake.

We both got dressed. I wore a suit and she wore her clothes from last night. She had a new pair of panties, which was slightly peculiar, but I didn’t say a word.

Gustav was waiting for her outside as I opened the front door to the building and we exchanged goodbyes. There was an awkwardness you could easily feel, as neither one of us quite knew what to say to the other. Did I say I’d see her soon? Would I? Did I tell her I’d call her? I didn’t know that I would. I had a good time, but I hadn’t quite figured this out. Did I tell her Sharon would be in touch about the internship? God, I didn’t know.

“
I had a nice time with you,” Penelope said.

“
Yeah, same here,” I said, with my hands in my pockets.

“
Well, I guess I’ll see you around hopefully,” she said, as she started to rock a little back and forth.

“
Have a great day,” I said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

“
You too, Blake,” she said with a smile before turning around and getting into the car.

I waved like an idiot as she drove away, before turning right back around and going into the garage. Today was an SUV type of day, not an Italian one.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Penelope

A few days had passed since I last spoke to Blake. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve expected to hear from him, but I also wasn’t sure if I was saddened or okay with it. I still hadn’t heard from Sharon or anybody else at the company, and part of me wondered if Blake had something to do with that. Why would he, though? We had an amazing time, and when I tried to leave in the morning he asked me to shower with him. You wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into the person.

I started to look through ads online to find something to pay my bills in the meantime. There weren’t many things that a non-college graduate could actually do in this city that weren’t minimum wage and not so satisfying. I knew I would end up in a restaurant washing dishes or sitting behind some cash register listening to noisy customers bitching at me.

Nicolette had been staying later at work to get done with a new project’s feature that they were trying to get to market sooner than later, which meant I barely even saw her. She didn’t get home until nine or ten and then left again by seven in the morning at the latest. I offered to tell her all about my time with Blake through a text or email, but she said she needed to hear me talk about it myself. Apparently she could tell whenever I lied, so she wanted to make sure I was telling the truth, even though I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.