CHAPTER 9

　GOD HELP ME!

TIARA

He didn't, however, stop there. Not by a long shot. He wanted to keep torturing people. To be really honest, I also wanted it to happen.

He bent his wrist, pressed his palm on my tummy, and then moved his hand past the lace of my panties and beneath the waistline of my jeans. The feeling was crazy.?

I strained against his hand while my head was drooping. He gently parted my swollen pussy and ran his fingers along the edge of my entrance, but he avoided touching my bloated clit, which was where I most wanted him.

I tried to bring him closer to me by catching his hand between my thighs out of pure desire. But at the last second, he backed off and drew closer to my ear, whispering.

“Beg me to take you,” he whispered. My limbs reverberated with the roughness of his voice. “Beg me to fuck you while you’re bent over the desk”?

Since my mind was no longer connected to my brain, I responded before I could even think about them.

“Yes…”

My voice was raspy. I didn’t expect it to be any different. But he paused, looked me in the eye, and removed his hand from my panties.?

“No!” he said determinedly as, holding my hungry gaze and leaving me wet as hell. He licked his fingers, satisfied.?

I hardly ever gathered myself. He exhibited a level of nerve that I could not stand.

“What? Why? You enjoy torturing others, so...”

“No, Miss Glare; I was only curious how quickly you may make yourself available to me. That implies that it will be pretty simple for me.”

The final nail in the coffin was that. One more freaking second in his office was something I didn’t want to spend.

As I left my pride in, I hardly had time to think about grabbing my purse and the damn contract. I pushed in the large wooden doors without even stopping to adjust my hair. He had been such an ass!

On the way to the elevator, I didn’t even turn around to say a word of goodbye to the one who was kind enough to introduce me to this jerk. I was swaying from one foot to the other, because the feeling the bastard had aroused in me had not yet passed. It was getting stronger.?

I frantically punched the elevator button a few times till its doors opened while my heart was pounding with hunger. I didn’t really care that I was in an elevator because I was almost at the peak.

Damn you, Baker! What did you do to me?

My pussy lips parted as I slid a hand into my jeans, allowing my exploring fingers to touch the red dot of my clit. My other hand quickly grabbed the elevator pole and squeezed while I desperately stroked my fingertip in short, rapid circles.

My body was on fire with yearning as I stumbled against the handrail and around the tight space, my knees succumbing. My moans filled the elevator, my cheeks burning with guilt, my face numb from the burning heat.

My hips bucked against my palm as I ran moisture across my clit by dipping my fingers into my slippery folds. I dragged myself over the brink with a last thrust as I envisioned Vincent Baker scrubbing me with his big, rough fingers in the depths of my mind. My head banged against the wall as I struggled, waves of pleasure pouring into me and threatening to draw me out to a deep and hungry ocean that I had just comprehended was there. My back arched, and I shouted out.

With the force of my orgasm, my entire body contracted. But it was not enough. Not if I could have fucked him instead. Even as I endured it, my body in tense spasms, I almost cried out in despair.

Then the excitement and shaking stopped. Before other workers in the building used the elevator, I hardly had time to get myself together.?

As expected, the elevator immediately filled up and I could barely squeeze out.?

My cheeks burned at the mere thought of masturbating in the elevator and reaching an orgasm in record time.

I ignored the downstairs receptionist just as I had ignored Baker’s assistant.

The moment I went outside, a breeze brushed my burning cheeks. My God, it was getting late! I wasn’t even aware of the passing of time.

I don’t know how I found the car and got back to the little apartment. This thing was so urgent that I had to talk to Mara right away.?

“Mara, you must come to me right away! I will not say it to you again!” I told her and instantly hung up the phone. I didn’t want her to have any reason to wonder what was going on with me. In any case, my voice was suggesting more than that.

I have known Mara since we were kids. I looked for her every time I was in difficulties. She was like a peaceful oasis in the midst of all the storms.

I would have loved to invite her to a party so we could talk about what we liked about men and have a chat like two friends. Still, the subject would be one particular man. She would be the best person to give me advice on what to do.

“What the fuck, Tia?” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Don’t tell me you took the motherfucker’s deal?”?

“Not yet, but…”?

“NO! There is no but! The guy’s a jerk. There has to be another way to save your mother” Mara softened her voice a little when talking about the woman I was doing this for. “I bet she doesn’t know. Because if she did, she wouldn’t let you do it”?

“You think I don’t know that what I’m about to do is wrong? Do you honestly believe I have considered no alternatives to binding my future to a man with a heart as solid as a rock? My father is the only idiot here, if there is one. He lost everything and got himself into debt to billionaire Vincent Baker. And who redeems his debt? Stupid me!”

I was aware of my roaring and that the entire house could hear my loudness. I regretted doing it in front of my friend, who was guilt-free.?

“Is there nothing we can do? I can help you with money if you need,” my friend said, holding my gaze. But a solution was still a long way off.

“Mara, the medical care for my mum is incredibly expensive. In addition, you lack the funds as well. If I use better judgment, I’ll consider assisting my father as helping her. She won’t be missing out on anything if I save his business. Whether I like it, that is the cross I must carry. Regardless of how difficult it is.”?

I acknowledged my failure and realized there was no other option.

“So, you’re willing to abide by the contract’s terms and enter this pointless union?” she asked, surprised at how easily I accepted.

“As long as I can help my mother, it is not pointless to me. And I’ll accept it, of course. God, be with me in this!”