Say no more, master. Your wish is my command.
I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Okay, thank you. I promise I won’t get in your way. You will not even know I’m here.”
“Well, I would know; I have thin ears,” he pointed out with a devilish smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.
“Got it. Do you need my help with anything?” I cocked my brow, knowing that someone who could afford this place would not need the help of someone like me, but I wanted to ask, anyway.
“What can you do for me?” he asked, and his words left me in a dilemma because they sounded lustful towards the end.
Still, I didn’t want to read any meaning into his words. “Anything you want, just name it.”
He licked his full, rosy bottom lips and took a step forward. Again, my heart skipped a beat, but I kept my focus on him and didn’t move away. Another step would cover up the space between us, and, from the look in his eyes, he knew that too. He took the next step, covering the space between us so that the rich, manly smell of him filled my nostrils. He towered over me, desire brewing in his alluring eyes, and a smirk crawled its way to his face.
His hand came up and stroked my cheeks and the fine line of my jaw. I shivered into his hands, and my nipples hardened, and the evidence showed proudly on the shirt I had on. I moaned a little and bit my lips to stay still.
“You can’t give me what I want,” he growled.
Well, if I knew what it was, I would be able to take my chances.
“I can try,” I said, not wanting to give up or have him cut my legs from under me like he was doing.
His thumb slides up my bottom lips, running slow but sensual lines over them and sparking responses and urges in me.
“Zera,” he moaned out loud before letting his hand drop from my lips. “I shouldn’t.” He stepped back, and I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest.
He turned to leave, and I spoke. “I want you, and I’m certain you want me too. Then what’s so wrong about letting our wants for each other burn?”
“Because I don’t want you to think this is payment for my generosity. You’re a good girl, and I might be wrong, but I think this is your way of paying the debt you think you owe me,” he said and exited the room.
I stood in my room, lost and horny. The little thing he did with his hands awakened so many urges and desires, and leaving without satisfying those desires wasn’t such a good thing. He was right. I wanted to repay him for his kindness, but I also wanted him, and that had nothing to do with his generosity. I’ve wanted him since I first laid eyes on him at the club, but he doesn’t know that.
One thing is certain: He wants me too, and he thinks I’m hot.
I guess I just have to make him understand that I want him for him and not because of his big heart. His big heart just makes me want him more.
I raced out of the room in search of him. The last place I saw him was in the kitchen, and when I got there, I looked around but didn’t see him there. He wasn’t in the living room either. I figured he was in his room, despite not knowing where it was. I returned upstairs, and just before I reached the door to the room I stayed in, I noticed a door cracked.
This had to be his, and the closer I got, the surer I became because the room smelled like him.
I pushed open the door and entered before shutting it and pressing my back against it. I heard the shower running, and the voices in my head told me to take off my clothes and join him in the shower. That would be hot, but I shook the thoughts off. I would wait for him to come out. I told myself, and I mentally did the countdown.
After almost seven minutes of waiting, the bathroom door opened, and Aaron walked in with nothing but a long white towel covering his waist. His black hair was damp and stuck to his face, and beads of water rolled down his toned chest, over his abs, and disappeared into the towel.
His eyes met mine, and they twitched in confusion, but he stayed silent and just watched me.
I came here because I wanted to ask what my chances of being with him would be if I wasn’t doing it to repay him. It was going to be a brief discussion with no room for fumbling, but now having him half-naked, wet, and yummy made it harder than it needed to be.
In a situation like this, speaking would not be easy.
“I’m guessing you came here to say something?” He spoke after I gawked at him for nearly two minutes and said nothing.
I shook my head, then nodded like an idiot. “Umm, yeah. I just... I just didn’t think you’d be naked.”
His eyes narrowed. “I think everyone needs to get naked to take a shower.”
Yes, he was right. I was the idiot here.
“I meant I didn’t know you would take a shower now,” I stressed out. “I came to ask you a question.”
“Okay,” he said, folding his arms across his chest, and his biceps flexed beautifully. My body longed for a touch.
“If you didn’t think I was trying to pay you with sex, would you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.” He did not hesitate in his response.
“Because you want me?”
“Yes, and because I think you’re pretty, smart, and crazy, I like that,” he admitted.
My cheeks burned, and I dropped my eyes from his. This was so much more than I had prepared for.
“I just don’t want to fuck you, thinking you only did it because you owed me.”
“Where are you from?” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. “Many men would jump at the chance to fuck a lady as long as she’s interested in them, too.”
Yes, I was with a few others before I met Owens, and they always jumped at the chance to ease themselves whenever the opportunity presented itself, but here I was, having to beg a man to fuck me.
“I am not many men.” His tone didn’t show if he took offence. “And the men you’ve been around are assholes who care about themselves more than they do you.”
He’s right; they did.
Wait! He cares about me. He didn’t even know me, and yet he cared. That felt very weird.
I turned to exit his room, then paused and turned around. He was this close to yanking off his towel when I turned, and now he had to hold on to it until I took my leave. “One more question.”
He sighed. “What is it?”
“Are you gay?” I asked because all cards had to be checked.
“No, I am not gay. I love women, and soon you’ll see that, too.”
Soon, that meant he had me in mind, and the realisation of that made my day so much better.
I hoped it wouldn’t take forever.
I had to hit the shower as well. Seeing Aaron in his naked, wet glory was such a turn-on, and I needed release. The shower would help quiet the noises I wanted to make while I sought release.
The shower turned warm, and I stepped in, reminiscing about the picture of him stepping out, looking clean and delicious. I wanted to run my tongue over him. I wanted to kiss his lips while his soft hands played with my nipples. I flattened my left hand against the wall and let my other hand wander between my legs to rub against my erect clit, seeking to give myself a quick release.
I stepped out of my room, wearing a polo and blue jeans. I styled my hair into a ponytail, which gave my face a fresh look, and I made my way out of the room.
I met Aaron in the living room in black jeans, trousers, and a blue T-shirt. He was reading a book whose name I couldn’t make out, and he seemed pretty invested in it. I doubted he’d feel my presence, but when he spoke up, he made me realise he noticed.
“You showered again.”
I stood corrected.
He showered too, but no one’s keeping scores.
I nodded, then realised he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, how did you know? I smell clean?”
I felt him smile. “Yes, you smell clean,” he agreed.
“I figured I needed one after I left your room.”
He chuckled and dropped the book in his hand, and his eyes lifted to stare at me. “Your hair is in a ponytail,” he said, stating the obvious.
I nodded. “Yes, it’s a minor change.”
“I like it.”
“Enough to fuck me now?” I blurted it out, only realising what I had said after the words left my mouth. I gasped, and my hands covered my mouth.
He chuckled and rose to his feet. “Perhaps it is,” he said, making his way over to me. “But it is almost lunchtime; I need to make lunch.” He headed towards the kitchen, only to stop and turn to me with an arched brow. “wanna help?”
I wordlessly nodded and fell in line with him, stopping only when we got into the kitchen. “What are we making?” I asked.
The handsome devil smiled before answering. “Babies.”
I shivered as images of me spread out on the counter, taking him from different angles, plastered in my mind at his word.I shook the thoughts off and giggled weakly, despite wanting him to do what he just said. “Aha, funny, but seriously, what are we making?”“I thought a quick chicken hummus bowl would be nice, but I want nothing spicy on my tongue,” he informed me, and my legs clamped together to keep them steady. I knew the rest of the sentence. I had a dirty mind and knew he wouldn’t have anything spicy on his tongue because he planned on taking it somewhere else later.This man had turned the game around and was doing the mind-fucking this time. I couldn’t complain; I wanted this.“Sounds like a treat, then.”He smirked. “My treat would be you screaming and asking for more.”I swallowed nothing and blinked a few times. There had been a change in him. The man I had met and even confronted in the room earlier wasn’t this man. This seemed to have been caged all the while and now has
He drew a sharp breath, surprised by my bold move, but didn’t hesitate to kiss back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to himself, letting me feel his growing erection trapped in his jeans. My chest flattened against his, and my nipple poked at his chest. I moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting and savouring the feel. His hand travelled up to my neck, and he sang poisonous caresses over the skin of my neck, making me tingle and arch against him. His hand on my waist moved below and hoisted me against his solid form, and then further, he grabbed my ass. I gasped as he applied pressure with his grip, and he rubbed against me even as he grew harder and throbbed in his trousers. He broke the kiss and pulled away to look at me, his eyes beholding me as if I were the most precious creature he ever laid his eyes on, and this made my heart swell with pride. I was gasping for air from being kissed for over two minutes straight. My lips were
He came down on me, kissing me hard. He caged my hands and held them above my head as his tongue devoured me. I squirmed at his touch on my neck. I moaned into the kiss when he trailed his soft, warm hands over my chest down to my breast and cupped its heavy swell in his palm, then traced his thumb over the tips of my nipples.“If at any time you feel this is too much, stop me, okay?”I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan that almost left my mouth. His fingers felt hot, and they sent chills and nervous reactions through me.“Okay?” he asked again. “I do not want to hurt you.” He added, and I saw the concern in his eyes despite his desires.“Yes, I will tell you.” I jerked when he plucked at my nipples, making them harden even more in need, but he didn’t satisfy that need because he continued down my stomach and waist and then the space between my legs. He spread my legs apart and palmed my soaking wet pussy, earning a long moan from my mouth. I surrendered to his hands, knowing
My eyes fluttered on the bed, and I stared up at the ceiling. It happened. The man called Aaron finally gave in to his desires and fucked my brains out. It was surreal, and it was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, as far as sex is concerned. He knew his way in the bed, and that alone was a blessing in disguise, and being the decent human being made it even better. He was a ten, and never in my wildest dream did I think I would ever cross paths with someone like him.I will not forget about him for a long time.Monday was still far away, but Aaron wasn’t.I pulled myself up from the bed to sit down and glance at the gorgeous man sleeping beside me. Sure, I didn’t love him, and he didn’t love me, but to an extent, I felt such a stronger connection with him than I ever felt with another person. Perhaps I was crazy, or I was thinking too much.He felt safe. That alone made me feel comfortable enough to trust my body and mind to him, and I haven’t regretted doing that yet.I glance
He grabbed me by the shoulder and helped me onto my feet, capturing my mouth between his and snaking his tongue in to get the taste of his release lingering therein. His hands cupped my heavy breast while his mouth wandered to my neck, kissing and sucking on the flesh thereon. I moaned helplessly, wanting more and knowing he would give it to me. His mouth moved to capture my nipples, and after torturing them for what seemed like forever, he dropped to his knees.“You smell so good, gorgeous.” He moaned, his voice vibrating against my throbbing and needy pussy. I bit my lips and moaned, pressing my head against the wall as my lashes fluttered. He lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder, and in the next second, I felt the flick of his tongue. My leg on the floor shook from weakness as my reaction surged through me at his action.This god of a man was on his knees, between my legs, pleasuring me. I whimpered when he pressed his tongue against my slit, and my eyes stayed shut, mentally
“And that was how I crashed my little sister’s wedding.” I concluded the long story I had been telling with a giggle.I had told him part of the story the night we met at the club, but never got to tell him the full story. We dived into little talks and soft touches after waking up, cradled against each other. One thing led to another, and we ended up going back to what took me to the club alone the night we first met. My family’s betrayal.His eyes twitched in fascination as he beheld me. “That was brave of you.”I nodded and added a mild shrug. “It was long overdue, but because of that rebellion, I no longer have a sister and a mother.”“You never had them in the first place,” he said.I sat up and folded my legs in yoga style, holding the bedsheet under my armpit to cover my upper body. “Enough about me. Tell me about you. Any brother? Sister? Lover?”He hesitated, and my eyes weakened. “Please don’t have a lover.”His eyes narrowed at me, but I continued to speak: “It’s not because
I woke in bed to see the day had broken. It was finally Monday, and a part of me wished this day wouldn’t come because I knew what it meant. Monday meant returning to our normal lives. This life, although brief, felt more real than anything I’ve ever experienced in all my twenty-one years of existence. It made sense why I didn’t want to let it go.Even the best of things has an end, I’ve been told, and this would not be any different. I had to prepare myself to get back to my real life, the one that waited for me outside this beautiful penthouse. Would it be so wrong to stay longer? He affected me the same way I affected him, so I wouldn’t be overstepping in wanting to stay, but this was my heart talking and not my head. I knew better than to overstay my welcome.The part of my senses that took notice of my surroundings finally kicked in, and I realised Aaron wasn’t in bed with me. It was weird considering he was nowhere in the room, either. That didn’t deter my plans. Today was my las
Part two Five years later. “I heard you might get lecturer of the year with the pace you’re heading.” Daniel Spear spoke, falling in line with me as I made my way from the lecture hall and towards my office, which was on the left side of the staff room. I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated at his bold proclamation. “I’m just doing my job, Mr Spears,” I answered. “You’re doing more than your job. The students love your class, and you have held record-breaking attendance at the university ever since you came. Let’s not forget that you broke a record for being the youngest professor this institution has ever had. These are more than mere proclamations,” he gushed out in awe. My cheeks were burning at this point. Okay, he was right. I’ve been lecturing at Stanford University on courses in medicine for the past two years, and I’ve secured three awards so far. The first was the youngest professor the university ever had; the second was the most engaging lecturer; and the third was the