Petra
He took my lips into his mouth aggressively, fingers tangled into my hair as he backed me up against the wall.
He pried my lips apart and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.
I moaned and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs.
His other hand dropped from the wall and cupped my teenage breast through my thin red polo top. Dalton pinched my nipples and squeezed my moulds. Hard. I gasped into his mouth and automatically rolled my hips against his hard length.
We heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. He broke apart, both of us panting.
He grunted, taking a step back. Brushing his hair backward with his fingers, he gave me the look that says 'i'm not fucking done with you yet' before walking to the refrigerator, rummaging through it in a pretense of looking for something.
I made for the sink filled with dirty dishes pilled up like a mountain that I was too lazy to climb and began washing.
The door swinged open and Dad walked in. He looked between Dalton and I, “is everything okay in here?”
Dalton unscrewing the lid of the water bottle he took out of the fridge, “Yeah. Totally fine. I was just getting some water.”
“I thought I heard some noise coming from here.” He said, looking at me for explanation.
My hands were shaking with fear as to how much he must have heard.
How do I begin to explain making out with his own friend, and in our kitchen.
"I em… eh... Dad, it must be the… eh.” I stuttered.
“The television…” Dalton cuts in. “i think it must have come from the television.” He nervously gave a humourless laughter. "I was watching football earlier. I may have forgotten to turn it off."
“The television, huh?” He suspiciously looked at the both of us.
My Dad’s stare caused my heart to thud loudly in my chest. Does he know something? suddenly, a soft smile spread across his face and he hummed. “Dalton, why don’t you join me for a drink.”
“Right behind you…” I felt his own relieve as he followed my Dad out of the kitchen.
It was the first and the last time Dalton ever kissed. He had avoided me. Told me our feeling for each other is forbidden.
His words broke my heart. He shattered my dreams and turned my life upside. Leaving me with no directions.
He may have forgotten about me, but I never forgot him. Five fucking years, and he was all I ever thought of.
We haven't seen or communicate in a long time and Knowing that I was going to see him again after this many years resonated something inside of me – something dark and sinful.
I had just graduated from college with a pretty new degree in Mass Communication and a head full of dreams, but there I was, uninspired and disillusioned.
Nothing made sense to me anymore. Except him. I came back for him – to show him how much of a lady I’ve become. That I was ready to fight all odds just to be with him.
I couldn’t help but wrap my hands while i went up, up, in the elevator, imagining what he’d look like now. If he’d still be hot and sexy. If he still got abs that made my core drip at the sight of his naked form. If he still got grey hairs dotting his stubbles. If his ice blue eyes are still able to freeze me.
The elevator dinged, signaling I’d reached his office floor.
When the door opened, I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Am i ready to see him again? I wasn’t sure... but, Dalton and I had unfinished business.
I pulled my tight black skirt up above my knees, leaving my long legs exposed. I left one button of my white shirt open and pushed my boobs up to reveal my cleavages before stepping out of the elevator and into the hall.
The aim was to show a little skin to tease him.
Dalton had done so well for himself over the last couple of years. He became everything I’m not. He was commanding, experienced, and totally in control. He’s traveled the world, met big and important people, made big business decisions while I was still finishing from college and doing an internship in an Advertising agency.
I steeled myself as I head for the door. Each footfall felt like one step closer to my ruination.
I continued down the hall, along white marble floors, and entered a large Reception room. The sight of luxurious, expensive interiors made me freeze.
I’d never expected to meet the, CEO of Ambre Constructions, the biggest construction company in Las Vegas in such a lavished office.
Dalton went from being a simple man who drove in Toyota to becoming a super rich man with a garage filled with different brands of luxurious cars. How Incredible.
I shot myself out of my reverie and I approached the front desk. “I am here to see Mr. Winchester”. I said to the receptionist. “Petra Hernandez, from Sydney Ad Agency. He is expecting me.”
Did I tell you I wanted to become a television presenter? Oh yeah… but that dream was thrown out the window the moment I figured it won't get me anywhere close to Dalton.
I needed a job that'd make me work closely beside him and Ad Agency seemed like the perfect thing. I got to be in charge of his creative and media team.
“Ah, yes. His nine o'clock is running late, but he said to send you in. Follow me.” The Reception said.
I whooshed out a breath to stay cool, calm, and collected as she led me through the halls of Ambre – and when I entered into his office – the man I’d come to see leaned with his hand on one of those tall glass windows, staring out at the city like an emperor overseeing his kingdom.
An impeccable sky-blue suit framed his broad shoulders and dipped down to narrow his hips, before hugging his nicely rounded ass.
When he turned and our eyes met, my reaction to him was immediate and potent.
The full force of his presence hit me in the gut like a fire bursting into life from the strike of a match. He was still hot as hell. Never seen a sexier fourty two year old.
Like a lion, his stare was fierce as he appraised me from top to bottom. He gave the exact reaction I expected, and then I realized Nothing had changed in the way he looks at me.
He gave me a small smile that didn’t quiet reach his eyes, “Sit” he gestured me toward a chair.
Fuck! That hoarse voice was my weakness. How does he have so much power with just the sound of his voice? He said only a word, one word, and his voice washed over me.
He was the man every girl dreamed about. The one that I had a mad crush on the second I realized what it meant to feel for a man.
I sat across the table and extended my file to him. I dropped my bag on a chair next to me and i crossed one leg over the other, trying to appear as professional as possible just so he’d regard me as an adult.
Good thing I had figure that belonged on a late twenties and I dressed the part with a full face beat and a red lipstick.
I had lots of questions like; why he disappeared and cut communications , but now was not the right time.
Ever since I entered his office, he hadn’t looked – no… he did look at me but not in a way a man looks at a woman he is interested in. He was keeping things professional.
I watched as he scanned through my papers and his eyes finally coming back to rest on mine. Light and darkness played in his eyes and for a moment, I forgot to breath under the weight of those eyes.
He studied me for a moment in a way that felt calculated. “If I offer you this contract, what will you give me in return?”
My heart did a tiny flip and I began to sweat
under the cool room. “What – what do you mean?”
"What will Ambre stand to benefit, Petra” My name rolled off his tongue like a sip of expensive red wine. Like he owned the right to it.
Of course I know what he meant. The slut inside of me wished it was my body in exchange for the contract.
I would gladly give anything to have him splay me on his desk and take me mercilessly, pounding into me with a punishing pace for all the stress I put him through few years ago.
I swallowed, “Business Focus and Growth?” I managed to mutter, unsure.
He snorted. “Your father told me how important this deal is to you as an intern… don’t blow it.” He said sternly. Almost like a warning.
“Does that mean…” I made to ask.
But before I could complete the sentence, “ Yes. The deal is yours, Petra.”
He got up and walked towards a black leather couch at the corner of the office. Mr. Dalton sat on the couch across from me and spread one arm along the back. He rested an ankle on his knee in the perfect picture of poise and calm control.
“If you need assistance with anything regarding executing this project efficiently, you can call the office.”
Of course I'd be needed assistance with so much more. So much that he cannot even imagine.
"Does that mean I get to come here anytime?” I asked, giving a soft smile.
He didn’t smile back, rather, his deep eyes flicked over my face, but this time the move seemed more calm than rigid. “No. Only when you need assistance.” he said coldly.
The smile that curved my lips is not that of someone who landed a big contract, it was one of victory.
When I heard he came back, I knew the easiest way I could get to him was through this deal and my plan worked out perfectly.
“Thank you, Mr. Winchester.”
He nodded slowly, like a man in no kind of a hurry, a man with nothing to lose and with the luxury of time on his side.
"I'd like to invite you over this weekend. My Dad and I, We’d like to have you over for dinner… you know, to properly thank you?” I raised an eyebrow questioningly, not sure the reply he'd give.
We were interrupted by a gorgeous blonde who stood by the entrance of the office. “Sorry to interrupt Sweetheart, but the car has arrived for our meeting over lunch at Villa Monte”.
Sweetheart? Are they a thing? My world seized. I took a deep breath, trying to channel some of that calm control for myself, even if I only pretended. I was perfectly happy to fake it, even if I would never make it.
Dalton nodded to her, then turned his attention back to me. “See you by weekend… for the dinner... of course.”
Petra Vegas was boring. Probably worse than I remembered it. I didn't come home throughout college. I stayed back at Aunt Maggie's in New York City all period i was writing my thesis and during holidays. I thought staying out of Vegas will help me forget every memories of him, but that never helped. Like a supper glue, Dalton was stuck in my brain. I stood next to a mail post waiting for my boyfriend, Noah to come pick me up. I looked at the watch strapped to my wrist before looking both sides of the free straight road. A white BMW with windows tinted so dark they seemed to be part of the interior walls rather than actual windows drew up at the curb outside the front of the building and stopped in front of me. The owner side window winds down and it was Dalton and the mystery woman. His deep, dangerous eyes peered right down into the very depths of me, just like when I entered his office. He looked angry. Maybe it was her. The woman that had her hands all over him was li
Dalton Many years later and I was back to the house where it all started. I was shocked as hell when I got a call a few weeks ago from George. We haven’t spoken more than a handful, since I disappeared from their lives. I was in an out of town for business meetings and conferences, but I never reached out. Not even once. It was for the best. I was obsessed with his teenage daughter, something he won't Forgive if he found out. I could have any girl I wanted, but for some reason, Petra won’t stay out of my fucking head. The woman was messing with my head, my heart, and most definitely my cock. She was a little brat, chaotic and destructive. And for every stunt she pulled, I wanted to punish her, but not in the way I would punish any other sturbon child. My length jumped at the thought of tying her to my desk and turning her ass red with the palm of my hand. I'd make her scream out my name and then I'd fuck her rough and dirty, pound her into the hard desk, squeeze her throa
Petra “Pick the plates and I’ll grab the glasses.” Dalton instructed. Watching as he helped me clean up after dinner was sexy. Who'd have thought that the almighty, arrogant and cocky CEO who subdued everyone with just one look could get his hands dirty in private? We'd just finished having dinner and Dad retired to the recliner in the living room to watch 6 0'clock news - a tradition he never missed. I nodded and packed up the plates on the dinning table and headed for the kitchen. I don’t listen to anyone the way I listen to him. Not even my Dad who was a cop. My first instinct every fucking time Dalton gave me instruction was to obey him. More importantly, Dalton bossing me around, it made my pussy throb. I had no idea how he was commanding my body without so much as a word, but I got a strange, confusing thrill at the thought of pleasing him. He followed closely behind me with the glasses in his hands. He set them down in the sink. I set the plates down on the counter t
Petra “Hurry,” I urged as Noah grabbed my hips and thrust up faster. With a soft groan, I buried my face in his neck. “The kids.” I reminded him. A moan escaped my lips as he pulled me down hard on his laps. “Come on , Petra? I just got inside you.” He mumbled, shoving himself deeper inside me with a rough flex of his hips. Licking into my mouth, he slide his tongue into mine in hungry strokes. I could already hear Claudia’s voice from her room yelling at Jessy over something and that made me super uncomfortable. I was worried the kids might walk in on us making out on the couch, in the living room. I'd be more worried about his Mum, Monica if she was home, but she’d gone to stay with one of her relatives who was a medical practitioner at a local hospital down town for a proper medical examination. Noah preferred having sex in the weirdest of places. According to him, bedroom games are so old fashion and boring. Back then in high school, we’d often sneak out of our homes a
Petra “You are late.” Dalton said. He looked and sounded annoyed. Some sick, twisted part of me liked it. “I don’t like when you or anyone else defiles my order.” God, his voice. How many times had I imagined him grunting my name while he tore me apart with his insanely thick cock? “I’m only a few minutes late. Besides, it’s past 6 p.m. I shouldn’t be here at this hour, don’t you think so?” I fired back. Deep down I wanted to get him pissed. I like getting him riled up, but I also liked obeying him more. “I beg your pardon?” He raised an eyebrow. His deep, dark tone sliced through me, making me soak my panties. I discreetly, squeezed my thighs together to try and get some relief. My cheeks flushed and I had to tear my eyes away from him. Flinging my handbag onto a chair, it landed with a soft tud. I wrapped my arms around my chest and hummed. “You should be thankful that I agreed to come here when I should be at home resting… instead of acting like a jerk.” He furrowe
Dalton The rain picked up almost as soon as Petra left the office causing my heart race to spike. The need to get to her and make sure she was safe was riding me hard. I wanted nothing more than to keep her safe all the time. There was no reason to think she was in danger, but I still didn’t like the hurt I saw in her eyes when she left the office. I hurt her. I am no good for her. I always hurt her. I glanced down at my watch, impatiently tapping a pen on the posh boardroom table, almost restless as I waited for July to conclude the emergency meeting she’d called. One…two…three… I counted in my head, trying to maintain some level of patience while I navigated the world’s most annoying presentation. This meeting was not necessary, it was just one of her usual ways of trying to show the managers that she was the boss of them all. Selfish, unreasonable, egocentric, self-absorbed proud little bitch, these were perfect words to describe July. Watching how she took control of ma
Petra I was chaotic and completely out of control. I wanted to hit him. Scratch him. Bite him. Slap him. Fuck him. Surrender to him All that fucked up emotions, and it was all too much. I shuddered out a sob, then closed my eyes and shoved the crazy emotions back down deep where I tried to keep them buried. “Deep breath, little Lamb.” He whispered into my ears. I gasped a few more times before taking a long deep breath. “Good girl.” He murmured against the shell of my ear. His warm breath washed over me and goosebumps covered my skin. I was trembling, my teeth chattering as he gathered me up in his chiseled massive body. I stayed still, absorbing the moment between us. The heat radiating from his body was Keeping me warm. He combed his fingers through my hair as my face stayed buried in his chest. I inhaled his scent. My God, he smelled sinful. “you are freezing…” He said, pulling away from me. Cupping my cheeks, he lifted my face to meet his eyes. He brazenly held m
Dalton I could see Petra from where I was reclining on a leather chair looking at the paintings on the wall while she had her phone glued to her ear. I heard a shuffle and then George's voice on the other end of the phone. “Are you alright, my dear? Dalton told me you won’t be home until tomorrow morning.” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine in an instant. A devious smile curled up one side of her lips. “Yes, I am alright. He is going to take good care of me. Like really really good care of me." She aimed a sensual smile my way as her last words rolled out. Jesus Christ, this woman. She was making me feel a lot of things with just a smile. I wanted every damn thing with her. To soothe her, comfort her, compliment her, fuck her dirty and rough, gag her tiny throat, spank her ass, and then lick the marks I’d leave on her. I wanted it right there and then. “I’ll try and be home early for breakfast.” She said and slide her tongue along her bottom lip, causing my