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?Look at me,” he ordered. I did as I was told, my nipples beading under my starched white shirt as I saw the desire in his eyes. He softly and slowly ran his fingers through the soft red curls covering my sex.
“You know this is wrong, Taylor,” he said in a whisper as he slid the pad of his finger through my slit. Tumultuous dark blue eyes beckoned me to agree, but budding desire told me otherwise. My lips parted at the feel of him, and my body made the decision. And for the first time in my life, I felt empowered by something I held. Something I knew that he wanted. Something I wanted to give him.
I’d been watching him for weeks, studying his face, his eyes, and his lips, curious how they would affect me. I felt nothing for him on a personal side but was just realizing my attraction toward him. As I stood before him, closer to those lips, completely captivated by his eyes, I knew for certain what I felt for him was desire. Something I’d never had the mind to delve into, until recently. I was too preoccupied with survival. Even with Laz, our intimacy had been short lived due to his drug habit. Being high or cooking meth had always mattered more to him.
Ray looked at me as if I was perfect.
“What if I want it to?” The words fell from my lips so easily I had to wonder where they came from. They were the words of a ready whore, a willing whore.
No longer afraid, I spread my legs a little wider, letting the warm sensation wash over me. His lips quirked up on one side as he watched my reaction to him.
“Put your foot here,” he said, palming his seat, spreading his legs on his chair. I inhaled a stifled breath as I saw the outline in his pants. I put my foot between his thighs, and his hands caressed my bare leg. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his touch. Once his fingers drifted further inside of me, I let out a low moan, my legs trembling.
“It was your desperation on the phone,” he murmured as if he was answering his own questions, while his fingers slipped in and out, stretching me. “I felt it. I can still feel it. We have this in common, Taylor.” He quickened his fingers as he unzipped his pants, released his cock, and began to stroke himself. Our connected eyes began to convey just how much we both wanted it to happen until Ray shook his head, breaking our heated stare. “I can’t take your innocence, Taylor.”
I felt the ache, the need to let go as I studied the long, vein-filled muscle in his hands. I pulled away from his fingers and straddled him, hovering above his ready dick. My hands on his shoulders, I looked him right in the eye. “Then I’ll do it for you.” I pushed his hand away from his hard length and put him at my entrance. His eyes lit fire as he cursed under his breath. I gasped in surprise as I let my hips sink slightly on the width of him. Mouths parted, my pussy gripped him further as I let more of him inside me and welcomed the sting.
Ray froze, biting his bottom lip so hard I thought he would draw blood, his fingers dug into my hips painfully. “If I’m going to hell, then this is worth it.” He began to slowly move under me, coating his cock with my wetness as I sank down the rest of the way, feeling the burn and discomfort. Once seated, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to take his lips. He moved his face away and took a nip at my neck and lips before whispering in my ear, “Kissing is for lovesick fools. You get my fortune and my cock. That has to be enough. My heart is no good.”
I nodded as I pushed through the pain and began to move on top of him. Maybe it was his hesitance to uphold this part of our deal. Either way, I knew this move had sealed my fate and made our contract iron-clad. He was risking everything to keep me with him. His reputation was at stake. I knew that.
I winced as he picked up his pace underneath me, feeling all of him. It was uncomfortable and not at all what I thought it would feel like. But as soon as he spread me across the table, driving into me, still in his suit and jacket, his eyes covering me with their lust, it began to feel better, much, much better. He didn’t take it slow; his strokes were deep and painful. My virginity was no longer a question as he dug in deep, his frustration rolling off him and into his fucking.
“Jesus,” he grunted as I writhed beneath him, taking his thrusts and choking on the full feeling. He circled his hips, and my eyes widened when I felt pleasure began to swell inside my abdomen. Ray grunted and pulled his cock out, coating my thighs with his cum. He looked right at me as he finished himself with his hand. Once he recovered and caught his breath, he pulled a linen napkin off the table and wiped me down before running it through my sex. Shortly after, he hit his knees then placed my legs over his shoulders. His tongue flicked over my middle, and I gasped at the feeling. Before I had a chance to process, he dug in deeper, his fingers inside me while his tongue lit my whole body on fire. The feeling of falling came over me as I gasped out his name and my body shook with my release. Warmth leaked out of me as Ray slowed to a stop and lifted from his knees, his fresh erection bobbing proudly. He took off his jacket and tie then held me still with his hand on my thigh. I looked up at him, eager and willing to do whatever he had in mind. When he was fully naked, I studied his toned body and thick arms, and my desire grew more intense. I noted a huge scar in the middle of his chest, and before I had a chance to ask, I was turned on my stomach, my hands bound behind my back with the tie. Ray gripped my fastened hands, spread my legs and entered me again slowly. As uncomfortable as it was on the table, the rush of him inside me for a second time had me pushing through the pain.
“This will be quick,” he assured me as he began to pound away. My heart hammered as I pushed through with gritted teeth, loving the foreign feeling, the distraction. My body was coated with a thin layer of sweat as I began to twist my lower half to move with him, feeling him even deeper. I reveled in the fullness, the heavy bite of each stroke. He pulled out of me with a grunt, and I felt the spray of his release all over my exposed ass. Exhausted and sore, I lay panting on the table as he freed my wrists and collapsed in the chair behind me. I remained still, waiting on him. I maneuvered my face and neck, so I was able to see him and noted the weary look in his eyes.
“Everything that was decent in me is gone,” he whispered. Discouraged by his words, I moved to get up, and he helped me, pulling me to my feet. He corrected my skirt, pulling it down from my hips, and then looked up at me. Though I was standing in front of him, I felt he was looking past me.
“You should go to bed,” was all he said as I waited for some sort of confirmation, anything to tell me what we had done wasn’t wrong. I needed his acceptance. I needed to know that I was enough. I needed to know that I still had his home as a retreat and that Harvard still belonged to me. Whether he sensed my unease or not, his words were bone dry as they came out.
“We will meet with my lawyer tomorrow to discuss your inheritance.” His eyes finally focused on me, his voice full of finality. “You will be my greatest investment, my legacy.” He stood towering over me and then added, “And my downfall.” I felt the ache in my chest as he walked away. I stood for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the table and reliving what had just happened. I let a few tears trickle down as I thought of Laz, feeling as if I’d betrayed him in some way. He’d been the one I’d always pictured taking this part of me. I’d loved him, but not enough to throw my life away for it. Drying my tears, I let my contempt for Laz overshadow the new scar I’d just helped to create. I pushed my shoulders back, did as I was told, and after a thorough shower, went to bed.
The day after I lost my virginity, I signed a non-disclosure agreement regarding my relationship with Ray and was rewarded as a beneficiary to a trust I would have access to on my nineteenth birthday.
The minute I saw that sum, I became addicted to the source of the power: sex.
I no longer needed validation from Ray.
Sex, money, and power would be my new motivation.
They ruled the free world.
And I would have it all.
Amber stared at the vast expanse of the sea before her. Her mind seemed adrift in its contents. I understood her fascination. I too had very much been just as in awe of the ocean the first time I’d seen it. It was confirmation for her that she was light years away from the hell that she’d called home her whole life. Seagulls drifted above, their cries echoing as she sank her bare feet into the soft sand. The water put on a spectacle as waves crashed into the shore. Though the beach was crowded near the pier, we’d found a quieter place to dwell. I’d told her when I brought her to Charleston that this was the first place that I would take her, but her recovery had taken a bit longer than expected. And with her meeting with the lawyer and starting her new job at Scott’s solutions, it had taken the better part of two weeks to get her there.
“I don’t belong here,” she whispered on the wind. I wasn’t sure if she meant for me to hear her or not. I took in her appearance as she stood in awe of the sight before her. She had gained a small amount of weight. Her color was a lot less gray. Her beautiful auburn hair was slightly windswept as she hugged herself, staring at the water.
“Neither do I,” I said as I walked to stand next to her. She turned to look at me, a small smile on her lips.
“You look like you do.”
“I’m polished brass, Amber.” She nodded as if she understood. “And no one really belongs anywhere. It’s up to you to make your place, stake your claim. This world will not apologize to you for what you have been through, ever. You take what you want and never use the past as an excuse for anything. And you do that by deciding you do belong here and are entitled just as much as anyone else.”
“I’m not like you,” she said weakly. “I don’t have an inklin’ to run a corporation. I just want my son back. I just want to raise him and make him strong. He’s my life. I don’t care about anything else.”