Текст книги "Degrade"

Автор книги: T. L. Smith

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True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

~Francois de La Rochefoucauld~

I wanted her, I knew this. She’s the one rule that I’ve broken, and I did it for her. She hasn’t left my house for over a month, since that day in the bar. I told her to quit her job during an orgasm and she did, then I told her to move in with me when my mouth was between her legs and she did. I wonder what else I could get her to do for me? It's sort of become fun, a game if you will, to see what this beautiful woman would do for me. She was resilient at first, but she gave in quickly. I knew she would. It’s the way things work. I’ve had women at my beck and call all my life, but I don’t push them as far as I’ve pushed Bexley. She’s different, I like the way she looks at me, the way she sees me. Like I’m the air that she breathes.

“Out,” I say just as she steps in. I know it’s her by her quiet footsteps and the perfume that wafts through the air after her. I’m in the middle of a big deal. She cannot disturb me, I’ve told her this.

“I’m making a roast, when will you be done?” she asks standing at the door. I look up at her and she smiles.

“I don’t want a roast, I want turkey, and I will be done when I’m done. Now leave,” I say and turn back to my computer. See, what did I tell you, I like to push her. She’s spent all day in the kitchen. I could hear her banging pans and swearing. So I test her just a little bit further to see if she’ll do what I say. When I emerge a few hours later, there’s turkey on the table. I look up to her smiling face and go straight to bed. I hear her smash a plate in the sink. She’s pissed at me, but she’ll never tell me, only taking it out on inanimate objects. She comes in not long after. I’m scrolling through more emails on my phone. She strips naked and lays next to me, her hand touches my bare chest. I remove it and place my phone down and go to sleep.

I know what I’m doing to her is wrong, but I like it. It’s like my own guilty pleasure that only she can please. I will break her down.

The days pass by fast, and I’m hardly home. When I do arrive home, I fuck her into submission, and she does whatever I please. I’m a bit surprised that she’s letting me do this because I assumed she had more of a backbone. Maybe I was wrong, maybe this won’t last long after all.

She comes out dressed in a skirt and a very short shirt, one that sits just under her breast. Her cleavage is on display, and I instantly want to fuck them and come over her. She passes my office door like she does daily. This time I have a client, and he notices her and I can tell he likes what he sees. Dunker is a scary man, a dangerous man, to some. To me, he knows where he stands.

“She yours?” he asks as Bexley stops at the door to say something to Cora. She doesn’t like her, I can tell.

“You could say that,” I say eyeing her; her skirt situated on her tiny hips. Her ass is luscious and gives volume to her skirt. When she turns, so Dunker can view her full on he wolf whistles and brings her attention to us. She blushes when she sees me, and smiles softly before walking to the door. She stops and smiles at Dunker though it’s reserved.

“You going out?” I ask, fully aware Dunk is eye fucking her, storing her in his memory bank.

“Yes,” she says and plays with the bag she’s holding.

“I need you in my room in five minutes, Bexley.” She knows my voice when it’s rough, I want her. She leaves without an argument, and I know she’ll be there waiting for me, doing as she’s told.

“Fuck, where do I find me one of them,” he says pointing to where Bexley was standing.

“Time for you to leave,” I say and stand. He follows, smirks and winks as he departs, knowing full well what I’m going to do to her, that I’m going to fuck her.

When I enter the bedroom she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands still twitching inside her bag. Her eyes look up at me and I’m mesmerized by her beauty, the same way I was the night I first saw her. She is truly beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Remove the top,” I tell her unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor. She hesitates for a second, unsure if she should test me. Eventually, she listens, though, and her top comes off easy with the zipper at the front.

“I want to fuck your tits,” I say palming my cock, stroking it. “Are you wet, Bexley?” I ask standing in front of her now. She looks up and nods, and she bites her lip. Wanting what I can give her, fucking her until she sees stars.

“Lean back on your hands, push your chest up.” She does and I bring both her tits together and lean down sucking on each nipple, paying close attention to each one. I grab the lube from the table next to the bed and lather myself up, then her tits. She shivers from the coldness when I apply it to her chest. I place my cock in the middle, squeezing her tits to suffocate around my cock. She leans forward and licks the top of my cock and I fuck harder, she repeats this a few times until I’m coming all over her, her skirt now ruined, with my evidence all over it.

“I have a rule, Bexley, think about this rule before you walk out that door tonight. You are mine. While you’re here, no one is to touch you. I am not yours, don’t think otherwise. But the rule…the rule I want you to remember is never ask for more. Don’t ask for more than what I can give you. If you do, you leave.” She stands in front of me, her mouth agape. Her eyes widen with shock.

“Why?” she asks leaning down for a towel and wiping her chest roughly while pulling her shirt on to cover her naked breasts.

“I give you what you need, Bexley, do I not? I give you a home, I give you money, and I give you orgasms like no one else can. That is all you will get. Do not expect more, or don’t come back.” I turn my back to her and walk into the shower. I hear her leave the bedroom not knowing if I will see her again. Probably not. I know she wants more, she’s made that quite clear in the past. But I’m a selfish bastard and need her, need my own desires met. They aren’t all met. I could keep her longer, use her longer than anyone else. She has that redeeming feature about her.

I scrub my face in the shower, my hands running along my jaw wondering what she will do, but trying to not to care. A person like me doesn’t care, shouldn’t care. I haven’t known her long, but I know every inch of her body. The way to make her scream, to make her happy, to make her sad.

A towel is wrapped around my hips when I enter the bedroom. Bexley is sitting on the bed, biting her fingernails. “Bexley,” I say, her eyes shoot to mine. She’s a bit more broken than she was before. Chip by chip she’s coming apart.

“I don’t want to want you,” she says her eyes dropping to her hands that are in her lap now, her leg shaking up and down in nervousness.

“I want what we have, but when I want more. I’m leaving you,” she says straightening her spine, sitting up like she actually believes what she’s saying. I smirk, knowing I get to keep playing with her longer. Keep all those pieces that I’m chipping away at.

“If you say so,” I say to her climbing into bed.

“I don’t need or want your money, Zeke, I don’t need or want any possessions. I have a lot of money, I just chose not to flaunt it,” she says, which surprises me.

“What are you talking about, Bexley”?

“I mean, the only reason I’m here is because of you. When I feel I can’t do this anymore, or that I’m less of a person than I’ve already have become, I’m gone. I know what you’re doing to me. You degrade me, chip pieces of me away. Though in actuality you don’t, you force me store everything you do in my memory. Waiting for it to explode, waiting for the time bomb I will unleash once it’s all too much. Don’t think for a second I won’t. I may think I love you, but there’s only so much one person can take. And then, I may ruin you,” she says and walks out the door, still dressed. Leaving me impressed and turned on by her words.

Who is this girl?

Love means not ever having to say you’re sorry.

~Erich Segal~

You’re thinking right now I’m an idiot and that I should just leave. I’m right, aren’t I? Well, I am, as well. I want to leave, I want to be me. But I also want him, for reasons I can’t quite understand yet. He has this weird and strange hold on me. I think I’m falling in love with him, which would be the most stupid thing I could possibly do. But the way I feel when he’s around me, in me, makes me think that maybe, just a little bit, he may actually be worth it. Maybe, I can chop away at his rule; perhaps he will make an exception for me. I didn’t chase him, he chased me. So he’s lying to himself if he thinks he won’t break that rule. He will…he will for me. I know it.

I was expecting to go out for dinner tonight, but that didn’t go as planned. As I step into the living room my phone rings. I groan, it’s the last person I least want to talk to – my father. Though I have ignored him for long enough so I pick it up.

“Papa,” I say, as soon as I answer the phone. He immediately starts yelling at me in Italian. I wait for his tirade to finish before I say anything. Ignoring him, I always speak in English.

“Did you hear a thing I just said, Bexley,” he huffs into the phone.

“Yes and no, Papa. You want me home. As soon as you said that, I may have tuned out.”

I hear his heavy breathing, indicating he’s getting frustrated with me. “I haven’t heard from you in over a month, Bexley, this is not appropriate. I raised you better than to disrespect me.”

“Look, I’ll call tomorrow. I’m busy right now.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, young lady,” he yells in Italian. So I do exactly that, I hang up.

My good mood has been shut down, Zeke now Papa. I want to scream at them. Why don’t any men in my life put me first? I pull my blonde hair through my hand and decide to go back to the bedroom. I know Zeke is awake when I enter, his breathing isn’t deep. His eyes are open when I meet them and they’re on me.

“Who are you?” he asks sounding interested in me.

“Whoever I want to be,” I say stripping out of my clothes and climbing into bed next to him. There’s a dull light coming from the full moon outside, so when he climbs on top and pins me with his weight, I can see all his facial features. His eyes are always so blue like the Mediterranean Ocean, that’s how I would describe them. His forehead is crinkled in thought as he looks down at me.

“You think you love me?” he asks, his facial features tight, not wanting to hear the words.

“I’m not answering that,” I say staring at him, trying not to show him the emotion on my face. How could I give love to someone that clearly can’t return it?

“Who are you?” he says with a warmth I’ve ever seen from him.

“You know who I am, Zeke.”

His face scrunches again and he shakes his head at me. “I think I know what you choose to give me, I guess it’s only fair I do the same,” he says which earns a smile from me. I lean up and place my lips on his; wanting the warmth he’s showing me. His lips touch mine and they’re slow and sensual. I taste the minty toothpaste on his lips and slide my tongue in, wanting access. Access to whatever he’ll give me.

“Will you come with me tomorrow?” he asks breaking away, but his lips just barely move away from mine.

“Yes,” I say not caring where, I would go anywhere with him.

His lips make their way back to mine, and his large warm hands slide down my side, owning me. I run mine over his chest, feeling the scars and bullet wounds, loving all the roughness this man has to offer. His hands dig into my hips, more than likely bruising me. My hands come up to wrap around him, working their way down to his ass. My other favorite feature of this man. He stops my hands and pins them above my head, holding them there with one hand. His other slides between my breasts, slowly moving down my stomach, then to his cock, which is pressing against me. He slides himself in, making me arch and find his mouth. My hands are glued by his, not moving as he starts sliding in and out, slow at first, then faster and faster. His lips touch mine; I bite his lip and open my mouth wide. He moves faster, making me come and he isn’t far behind, and when he does he collapses on top me. Releasing my hands, so they can touch him, feel him, he lets me and he’s not moving. I trace his back and feel the exit wound of one of his scars as I move my fingers gently across the mark.

He lets me feel him for a good few minutes until he slides off and out of me, and then he pulls me to him. Cradling me in his arms, I take joy in the moment of comfort, and before I know it I’m out like a light.

****

We’re at a restaurant that Zeke owns. He’s told me he owns quite a few bars and restaurants, this being one of his favorites. Dunk is sitting across from us, talking to Zeke as I order a wine while trying not eavesdrop. But when a woman who looks a lot like Megan Fox, except she’s covered in tattoos and wearing barely there clothing, walks up to us, my mouth drops open. She sits on the edge of the table and places her leg up on the chair. Turning so she can smile at us, her eyes stop on me for a second before they flash back to the men. Following her is a rather attractive man, who I would guess is maybe in his early to late thirties. On his arm is an exquisite redhead, who’s wearing a dress that you’d wear clubbing if you wanted to get laid. They both stop at the table and the redhead sneers at the dark brown haired beauty.

“Aria, you’re a lady, sit like one.” Aria rolls her eyes and gives her the finger. I stifle a laugh and Aria catches me and winks.

“Sit,” Zeke orders. They all sit and I watch as they do, noticing they listen to what he says, even the man who looks like he’s in charge of both these girls. Maybe not so much Aria, she seems to be in a league of her own.

“Who’s the blonde?” the man asks Zeke, but his eyes are on me, appraising me.

“Bexley, this is Dominic,” he says pointing to the man, and then points to each of the girls. “Aria,” he says pointing to the dark haired beauty, she smirks and it just makes her that much more stunning. “Sarena,” he says ending it with the red-haired woman.

“Aria, I hear you’re helping boom my business,” Zeke says sitting back in his seat and staring at her. I should be jealous, these women who surround him are stunning, smart talking women. Maybe not all that much in the smart area, but at least in the smart-ass mouth area. Aria smirks, and says something to her that makes her turn to him and she rolls her eyes. I can see a muscle tick in Dominic’s neck and smile. I don’t find her threatening, I find her fresh. She doesn’t care what they think of her.

“I’m a boomer, baby, no one can say no to me.” She smiles seductively, and I know with that statement she’s right. Dominic snorts at her remark and she smacks his arm. He’s very attractive with short dark hair, a strong build, and a mysterious look about him. And I can tell he favors Aria over Sarena straight away.

“How many a month, Aria?” Zeke asks getting straight to the point of whatever the hell job she does.

“At least once a week, sometimes more.” She smiles proudly, and I wonder what is it that she does.

“She your puller, Dominic?” Zeke asks turning to face Dominic while asking him the question.

“That she is.” He smiles proudly. Aria ignores the exchange and reaches across the table to where a quiet Dunk is sitting. She grabs his Corona from his grasp and chugs it back. This earns her a hearty laugh that makes everyone look at him. He doesn’t notice as his eyes are firmly on Aria.

“You sure as fuck are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, babe,” Dunker says to Aria. To which she places the beer down and smiles angelically and drops down in her chair. I watch her wondering why she’s suddenly changed her demeanor, when all of a sudden Dunker screams from his seat, “Fuckkk!”

“Don’t call me, babe, again,” she says still with that innocent smile on her face. Dunker stands, holding his junk, and I burst out laughing realizing what she’s done. She’s grabbed him in his private parts.

“Did you have to try to castrate my cock with your hand?” he whines at her.

“Yes! Now you know not to do it again.” She repeats her grin. I like her, I like her a lot.

“Well, this has been fun and all, but my brother is waiting for me. Toodles,” she says standing. She leans down and kisses Dominic on the cheek, then Sarena and then she comes to me. “Want to escape?” she whispers. I nod my head and she smiles and reaches for my hand to pull me up. I look down to Zeke, who’s trying to contain his smirk.

“I’m…” looking to Aria, wondering where we’re going, “going with Aria,” I finish the sentence. He nods his head and turns back to the table. I chance my luck at last night’s affection and reach down and kiss his cheek, and he turns and kisses my lips leaving me breathless.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

~Jennifer Aniston~

Aria has a filthy mouth, that’s one of the first things I learned about her. Next she has a scorching hot twin brother, who’s extremely flirtatious. He’s in the back seat of her car and I can feel his eyes on me. They have a lot of the same features, same hair, same eyes, and both beautifully sun-kissed tanned.

“So, Bexley, you single?” Jagger asks from the back seat. Aria turns around and smacks his head.

“You fucking idiot, she’s with Zeke.” Jagger looks to me, and he starts assessing me, probably wondering why.

“Are you?” he asks, not sounding sure of his sister’s presumption.

“Yes, we live together,” I tell him.

He smiles and sits back with his hands in his lap. “Never seen him in a relationship before,” he mutters.

“How do you know, Zeke?”

“I’m a lawyer, we handle all his business cases.”

I so did not expect him to say he’s a lawyer. Yes, he’s good looking, but he just seems to be a laid back dude, not a stiff lawyer.

“Bexley, where ya from?” Aria asks pulling up in front of a sex shop.

I give her a puzzled look and answer, “New York.”

She slides out of the car and we all follow. Jagger hanging behind when I turn to look to see where he is, his eyes are glued to my ass. He catches on that I spotted him and winks, and his eyes go back to my ass. That gets him another smack in the head from Aria.

“Do you have a death wish?” she asks shaking her head.

The girl behind the counter smiles at Aria and pulls out a box from under the counter. Aria lifts the lid and inside is a leather outfit. I must pull a face ‘cause she smiles and says, “I’m a bad girl, Bexley, you’ll learn this.” She has a hint of seriousness to her voice. I don’t know if she’s telling me the truth, but I choose to believe her. We walk around the shop and I stop at a section that’s full of vibrators and handcuffs.

Jagger walks up behind me and points to a small one. “Women love this one,” he says, it has dolphin inscribed on it. I decide to go back to the counter and wait with Aria. She grabs some other things that I’m not entirely sure what they are, a lot look like forms of restraint. Then she walks out with us following.

Aria gets a call, and she tells us that she needs to go to work. She drops Jagger off first to his house and then takes me back to Zeke’s.

“Is he good to you?” she asks as we pull into the driveway. I shrug my shoulders, not sure how to answer. “Don’t let him walk all over you,” she says. I open the door and she waves me off, then speeds off down the driveway like a race car driver. When I enter the house, Zeke’s in his office on the phone, his brows scrunched together deep in thought. He must hear me because he hangs up and walks across the room to me, not looking very happy.

“I don’t think Aria is the best company for you to be keeping,” he tells me like he can dictate who I see. Which doesn’t make me happy considering what I’ve given up to be with him, with nothing but sex in return. I huff and turn away to leave, ignoring him as I go.

“Bexley, while you’re with me you will choose your company wisely.”

“Wisely? You’re the one that introduced me to these people. What is it that they do, Zeke? Why can’t I be around them?” I keep my voice calm, composed as it can be in this situation.

“It’s none of your business what they do. I told you not to ask questions. You’re on a need-to-know basis, and right now you don’t need-to-know.”

I want to throw something at his face and smash it. “Fuck you,” I scream and walk away. He follows; I didn’t think he would, he never follows me.

“Don’t test me, Bexley, I won’t have it,” he says from behind me. I swing around and I’m instantly in his face. His hard gray eyes on me telling me he’s either angry or horny, I cannot determine which one.

“Don’t test you,” I say, taking a step back while undoing the top button of my shirt showcasing my breasts. “Don’t,” I whisper undoing my shorts letting them drop to the floor. “Test,” I say with more sex in my voice than I’ve ever heard before while removing the rest of my shirt. His eyes are now trained on me, roaming my body. “Me,” I say the last word and unclasp my bra. He takes a tentative step in my direction. I stop him with my palm, shaking my head no. His face grows even harder, apparently not impressed by my actions, but very clearly turned on.

“Bexley,” he warns.

“Zeke,” I retort.

“You don’t want me to make you scream, Bexley?” He asks, his voice is soft but seductive.

I fight with myself, wanting what he can give me, but not caving. “I can make myself scream tonight, Zeke,” I say walking backwards, my eyes trained on him. My knees hit the bed and I drop back, opening them wide. His eyes don’t blink as he looks me over, stopping on my wet pussy. My hand runs down over my breast, trailing lower until I touch myself. I’ve never done this before with someone’s eyes on me. But I want his power removed, and I want the power for a change.

“One or two,” I ask him, indicating dipping my fingers in. “Two,” I say and insert two as my head drops back. I’m severely turned on, so wet and horny. He could take me right now and I wouldn’t say no. I rub my thumb over my clit, pushing my fingers in and out, my eyes are closed. Enjoying every single second of it.

I feel my body building; feeling the intense pleasure surging through me. I just need more, more to get me there. I open my eyes when my hands are removed. Zeke is standing over me, he lifts my hand that’s now not pleasuring myself, and he takes it and licks my fingers which brings another moan from my lips. He’s fully naked now, I didn’t even see him strip. I was too lost in my own world. His cock is hard, and his chest is hard. His tight ass is squeezed by my hands. He grabs my legs and opens them as wide as possible. Looking down at me, his eyes trained.

“I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you,” he says and he’s in me, not letting me respond to the kind words he’s spoken. And from him, that’s as good as I will get. I know it.

“Tell me more,” I urge lifting my hips, his hips meet mine, slamming into me.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” his voice is hard, in puffs with each breath. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life and it would never get old.”

My heart sings as I grab for him, bringing him as close as humanly possible. “I… really, really like you,” I say, and his eyes change. There is shock, and it registers. He thought I was going to say it. I would have, but a part of me knows better.

“I know,” he says and his lips slam onto mine, nothing in return.