Intense

I look away, surprised that I’m blushing. “Thanks,” I say.

He stands and walks over to me. He tips my head back and kisses me again, long and slow.

I lose myself in that kiss, enjoying it and asking for nothing more. Finally he breaks off and unties my hands.

“I have to go to work,” he says as I stand up.

“Okay,” I say, stretching my legs. My knees are a little sore and my ass still tingles, but that’s not bad. “Will you be back later?”

He nods. “I will if I can. Promise. If not tonight, tomorrow morning.”

“Good.” I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “Don’t leave me here alone.”

“I won’t.”

I kiss him softly, his hands on my hips. We linger there for a second, and it feels good, so freaking good. Almost as if it’s normal, and we do this all the time.

He kisses me one more time then leaves. He shuts the door softly behind him, and I’m left alone again.

I’m buzzing as I take a shower. I can’t stop thinking about him, about Ethan, and what I’m becoming. Maybe I really am his pet. When this is all over, and it’s time to leave, am I going to be able to walk away?

I can’t think about that right now. He probably won’t even want me. He did only buy me for a month. Maybe he’ll get tired of me by the end. That’ll hurt, hurt a lot, but it’ll be okay. I’ll survive it, I hope.

For now though, I have to enjoy it. Really enjoy it. I’ve been given a gift, something I never expected, and now I just have to accept it and be in it for as long as I can.

15

Ethan

I can’t get Aria out of my head at all that morning. I’m practically buzzing with desire for her even hours after I last saw her.

Knowing that she’s back in my house, sitting in that room and waiting for me drives me insane. I know she’s there for me and nobody else, and nobody else can touch her. I didn’t expect to feel this possessive of her, but there’s something about the fact that she’s entirely mine and mine alone that brings me immense satisfaction.

It was stupid of me to back away from her for that week. I freaked out a little bit when I realized that my self-control was waning around her, but that shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Isn’t the whole point of having her to let myself have some fun?

There is danger in this. Aria’s tantrum was public and problematic, but I can’t really blame her. I would have felt much the same way if I were cooped up in a room for days with nothing to do. Even at my home where everything is provided for her, it would still be so easy to feel incredibly lonely. I neglected her and I deserved that punishment.

It won’t happen again. Not after this morning. Not after last night. I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. It’s around noon and I have a lunch appointment with Richard Taylor soon, but I’m not really thinking about that.

My mind is only on her. And what her next punishment will be.

I want to fuck her so badly I can barely stand it. Frankly, it’s taking all of my willpower not to leave work in the middle of the day and go home to have her. I know that would be irresponsible of me, considering the important business I need to get through today, but god damn. I know she’s so close to genuinely wanting it, if she doesn’t already. She’s on the edge and I want to tip her over.

I want to taste every inch of her. That skin, smooth and perfect, and those perfect pink little nipples. And her pussy, delicious little pussy, I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. I want to make her scream my name as I fuck her deep and rough. At this point, I almost don’t care if she begs for it first or not.

I’m sure I’ll make her beg for it once she gets a little taste.

I take a deep breath and glance at the clock. I need to get going. And I need to stop thinking about this. My plan was to seduce her, and that’s still my plan. I’m close to getting it just right, and so I need to stay patient and in some measure of control. I have about three more weeks for this, and that’s plenty of time. Besides, I can always buy her again if I want more time.

I call for a car then get up and head out. My secretary tells me where the meeting is supposed to be, this little Italian bistro a few blocks away, and then I head downstairs to get into the waiting car.

We drive the short trip to the restaurant and I have to force myself not to think about Aria at all during the drive. I need to concentrate.

This deal with Robert is getting dicey. He’s an intense man with an intense fortune, and he’s always playing to win. Everything with him is a game. He doesn’t care if something is mutually beneficial or not, he just wants to win, whatever he believes winning actually means. That’s just the kind of man Robert is. Nothing else matters to him but the deal, and it’s getting fucking exhausting.