Good Girl

The party was days ago. Between work shifts and homework I’ve not seen Dominic since.

And to say I’m missing him is an understatement.

Every time I shut my eyes I dream of him and I wake up so horny I’ve had to masturbate so many times I’ve lost count and I swear I’m wearing the batteries out on the bullet vibrator.

I’m also ignoring all calls from Aron because I don’t know how to deal with him. I mean it’s clear that we’re over. It was over before I started messing with Dominic but when I think about the technicalities, the fact that I’ve essentially cheated, it makes me more than a little uncomfortable. But then Dominic’s not exactly a free agent either. God this is complicated.

My mother walks in, her high heels clack on the marble as she walks towards me.

I look up from my laptop and smile.

“Are you busy right now?” She says.

“I’m working on an essay.”

“So not busy then.” She says.

“Do you want me to do something?” I ask. What’s the point in arguing anyway? She’ll only win like all the other times.

“Yes as a matter of fact.” She says. “Dominic left some files here and he needs them. I’ve got an important meeting in…” She looks at her sparkling Rolex for dramatic effect. “In less than an hour.”

“So you want me to take him the files?”

“Yes.” She says as if I’m stupid. “Can you manage it?”

“Sure.” I reply. Ignoring the feeling already billowing inside me at the thought of having a legitimate reason to see him right now.

“Well get on with it then. He’s a busy man. He doesn’t have time to wait on the whims of a silly girl.” She says like I’m an idiot.

“Where are they?” I ask.

“Where are what?” She huffs.

“The files he needs.”

“In his office. On his desk.” She says before walking off.

I shake my head, shutting my laptop and get up. If I had more time I’d put some makeup on, make a bit of an effort but I know I look hot enough already and besides I don’t want any random observers to see something in my behaviour that gives me away.

I walk down past the kitchen, past the dining room and to where his office is. I never really go in here. I don’t have any reason too. It’s neat, organised. Everything is in its place. Even the files are stacked with precision on his desk.

For a second an idea hits me and I grin deciding to do it despite the risk. I rub my thong along me, making sure it’s good and covered then slip it off, curling it up and pop it into one of his drawers. A little present for him to find later.

And then I scoop up the files and head out to my car.

When I pull up to his office, they tell me he’s at the new construction site and though a part of me knows I could reasonably leave the files at HQ it feels like I should give them to him in person. He’s a busy man after all.

I sigh getting into my car, mentally writing off what was going to be a good few hours of essay writing and drive across the city to where he no doubt is waiting.

When I pull up I feel eyes on me. The place is alive with workmen, bricklayers, chippies, they’re all there, in hard hats and in the distance the sound of heavy machinery reverberates. Half the men are topless as if it’s so hot they have to be getting it all out.

I pick up the files and get out, grateful now that I haven’t made more of an effort because I feel conspicuous enough as it is in my tennis dress and plimsols.

Someone calls out. I frown looking round. But I don’t recognise them.

Another wolf-whistles as if we’re not in the twenty first century, as if feminism never even happened.

“Fuck sake.” I mutter under my breath because I don’t have the balls to berate them.

“Where’s Dominic Mathers?” I ask as a man, a labourer walks past. He gives me a funny look then nods his head behind him.

Only there’s no one there, just a load of scaffolding.

“Hey pretty, who you looking for?” Someone says leaning over the scaffolding bars above me.

“Not you Malcs.” Someone else says laughing.

“Nah no one wants your cock, wrinkly old thing that it is.” Another shouts.

They all laugh while I’m stood feeling like an idiot as my face flushes with embarrassment.

“What the fuck is this?” Dominic growls as he stalks towards us. They all fall silent as they see his face looking like thunder.

“Do you think it’s okay to harass women?” He snaps as they make themselves busy. And then he turns his attention to me. “What are you doing here?” He asks in a way that makes me flinch.

“I brought the files you needed.” I say holding them up as if they’re my defence. “Mum said you needed them urgently.”

“Fucking hell.” He grumbles. “I asked her to bring them. Can she not even do a single thing…” He trails off.

“Come on.” He jerks his head, turning, and heads back the way he comes, expecting me to follow. And I do, admiring his ass as much as I can get away with in the jeans he’s got on.

He climbs the stairs to a cabin, holds the door without even looking at me and then lets it go the minute I’m inside. “Put them on my desk will you.” He says waiving a hand not looking at me still.

I walk over putting them down and huff.

“Are you not even going to say thanks?” I reply.

He sighs, pouring out a mug of coffee. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah?” I reply. “Sounds real tough.”

I go to leave and he grabs my arm. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a shit.”

“I’m just trying to help.” I say.

“I know that.” He says pulling me closer to him. “You’re a good girl.”

I raise an eyebrow. Is he seriously pulling that right now?

“Not like that.” He says. “I didn’t mean like that.”

“What did you mean?” I ask annoyed.

“I mean that bringing these files is helpful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I reply only he’s not letting me go. He’s staring right at me. “Dominic?”

“I’ve missed you.” He says. His hands are scooting around my back, reaching down as he goes to grope my ass.

“Dominic.” I say.

“I wondered if you were second guessing this, avoiding me even.” He says.

“You mean like you did after I sucked you off the first time?” I say and he grins.

“You knew about that?”

“It was kind of obvious.” I murmur. He’s squeezing my ass, massaging it. “And I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy. I’ve had coursework, assignments and work work.”

“So quit.”

“Excuse me?”

“Quit your job. You don’t need it anyway. I give you enough of an allowance.” He says leaning back against the coffee stand behind.

“I don’t want your money….”

“I know, you’re an independent woman.” He says in a way that makes me laugh.

“I’ve been putting every penny you give me aside. I’m going to pay it all back with my college tuition as well.”

“You don’t need too.”

“I want too.”

“Eden, will you just let me take care of you.”

“You already do.” I say smirking.

He grins more. “Let Daddy take care of you.” He says. “Let me treat you.”

I bite my lip. “Talking of treats, I left you one in your office at home.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“I’m not a patient man.” He murmurs, pulling at my dress, raising it.

“Maybe you should learn to be.”

“And where would be the fun in that?” He says as he gives it one final tug and his eyes widen as he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath. “Where are your panties?”

“In your office. At home.” I state.

He lets out a laugh. “And here I was thinking you’d gone off me.” He says sliding his fingers between my lips, teasing me as I moan.

“Why would I?” I manage to half gasp.

He shrugs. “I’m more than twice your age. Maybe you had your fun…” He says as he starts circling my entrance, probing it rather than penetrating it.

“With age comes experience.” I say. “Maybe that’s what I like.”

He smirks. “You like my experience?” He says as he finally grants me some mercy and sinks two fingers in.

“Yes.” I gasp more loudly than I should.

“My little Lolita likes the way this old man uses her body?”

I nod, biting my lip. Fuck I’m going to cum and he’s barely even gotten started. I don’t even know how he’s doing it. How he’s able to have such a devastatingly delicious effect but I know I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop.

“Old man.” I moan. “Such an old man.”

He grins. I know he can hear it. I know he can see it too.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you?” He says as I shift my feet, as I move my hands to grip him.

“Dominic.” I shudder.

“Cum for me Eden. Cum for your Daddy.”

I nod, I shudder again and then I throw my head back letting it wash over me, letting my body do what it so desperately needs to as Dominic watches on like a man possessed. I can only hope the sound of the machine outside drowns out the sound of my screams but Dominic slaps his hand over my mouth stifling them as best he can.

I fall into this chest and he pulls my dress back down. “That’s my thank you for the files.”

“You’re such a shit.” I murmur and his chest vibrates as he laughs.

“Careful Eden, I might decide to wash that potty mouth of yours out.”

I step back, trying not to stare at his crotch because I know what I’ll see if I do and the last thing I need right now is him trying to fuck me because, in the state I’m in, I doubt I’d even put up much of defence.

“Dom, have you got…?” Timothy pauses looking between us. “Sorry Eden, I didn’t realise you were here.” He looks at Dominic with a more than quizzical expression.

“She was just dropping off the Addison files.” Dominic says grabbing the coffee mug and walking round to sit at his desk.

“Well, now that I’ve done my job I’ll head home.” I say. “My essay won’t write itself.”

“No it won’t.” Dominic replies as if he’s not the reason I’m almost certainly going to be pulling an all-nighter now.

I don’t look at Timothy as I walk past. I hope my reaction back in the hot tub was enough for him to get the message and anyway I don’t care much what he thinks of me. It’s Dominic’s opinion that concerns me and he’s just made it abundantly clear that he likes me just as I am.