Resist

Will I see you tomorrow at the party? Dad’s allowing me to go, but only because he thinks you won’t be there. We could probably sneak a moment alone…

I click reply.

I’ll be there and I’m making it my mission to ensure we can be alone. There are things I promised I’d show you once you turned eighteen, and I’m a man of my word.

After Ryan’s outburst the other day I realized this was the perfect opportunity to show him what I was capable of. Tonight he will get a taste of what it feels like to have your world ripped from you.

I close my laptop and stand up, walking over to my window. I can’t concentrate on anything right now. Trying to work is pointless when I’m like this. It takes me all of a second to decide that I’m done for the day.

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I browse through the items, looking for the perfect gift for Charlotte. Something unexpected but at the same time useful. I have so much jewelry, perfume, and lingerie that I could open a boutique. Call them incentives, or whatever. It keeps the girls happy to receive gifts from me when they’ve pleased me. Of course, that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight I need something playful, something for a purpose.

My eyes fall on the small velvet box on the far shelf of the closet.

Perfect.

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Three hours later I’m waiting at the door when she walks down the stairs.

I spent most of that time finalizing last-minute details of the merger we’re celebrating tonight. At the last minute, the buyer decided to try to change the deal, which meant I was fielding calls from ten different people wanting answers. Thank fucking Christ it all worked out in the end, because this celebration was going ahead regardless of the outcome. A merger celebration for a merger that had fallen through would’ve been a disaster—and Ryan’s fault for not securing the contracts earlier.

I turn my attention back to Charlotte. My lips turn upward into a smirk as her eyes travel over my expensive black tuxedo, eventually meeting mine, and she blushes. I don’t normally do early, but the opportunity to see her face when she entered the room, knowing those three little balls were deep inside her pussy, was too much to miss.

She walks over to me, holding my gaze.

“I take it you found my gift?” I say, smiling slightly.

“You’ll never know,” she says, tilting her chin indignantly. I chuckle at how wrong she is. She has no idea what’s coming—no pun intended.

“We better get going. We don’t want to keep out guests waiting.”

“Guests?” she repeats, her voice swaying.

She swallows and I see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as they scan the room. She’s breaking, and I like that. There are women who can put aside their morals and be what I need them to be, and there are women who can’t. Their conscience follows them at every turn.

Nothing turns me on more than showing a woman all the reasons why she can’t handle me.

“Yes, tonight is a work function.” A smile slowly spreads across my lips. “What’s wrong, Charlotte? You can stay composed in front of a few hundred people, right?”

She narrows her eyes at me and I laugh, taking her arm. I know my toy is working because on more than one occasion I have to steady her, and we haven’t even gotten out to the car. I almost feel bad putting her through this; then I remember how fucking sexy it is. This is probably the kinkiest thing the poor girl has done.

Ben Wa balls. Three delicate little balls joined by a thin silver chain. Inserted deep inside the vagina, or elsewhere if that’s your thing, the balls stimulate extreme pleasure. There is nothing sexier in my mind than watching a woman orgasm in public. It’s like sharing a secret only she and I know. My hand fiddles with the remote in my pocket. Being able to control when and where she’s going to come makes the whole scenario even hotter.

Just wait until they start vibrating.

By the time we arrive at the hotel where the party is being held, Charlotte is looking a little green. I purposely took her over every bump in the road I possibly could, and every time she shot me a death stare.

“Ready?” I ask. Before she can answer I’m out of the car and around her side.

She looks surprised as I hold my hand out to her.

“Always a gentleman in public,” I explain, but oddly enough this also seems like the right thing to do.

“Where are we going?” she asks, straightening the skirt of her dress. She looks breathtaking, the black silk contrasting against her porcelain white skin.

“A work gathering to celebrate two of our larger clients merging.”