My attempt to gain some high ground in this conversation is short-lived as he climbs over me, caging me between his arms as he forces me to lie back down. “I said get. Off. It.”
I can’t say a word or pull away from his stare as a storm of obsession brews in his darkened eyes. Its power washes over me like a tide of fire, burning into my soul.
I nod.
“Your womb is mine. You’re mine to breed. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
Pam returns to the living room with two glasses and a bottle of wine. I was so lost in my memories that I didn’t realize she had left.
“So are you going to keep seeing him?” she asks, pouring us both a glass.
I don’t think I have much of a choice either way.
“Should I? I mean, he’s my boss. I didn’t push so hard to start a career just to bethatwoman who sleeps her way to the top. I spent weeks learning everything about the Sinclair Corporation once I was hired, and I don’t plan to let all that effort go to waste.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it as long as you both enjoy each other. Technically, you slept with him before you even knew he was your boss! Plus, you hardly ever find a man who doesn’t bore you.”
“No, he’s definitely not boring. That’s for sure…”
“Your other option is to avoid him as much as possible at work. Make sure there’s always someone else around when you’re with him so nothing can happen.”
That didn’t even stop us the first time.“That’s going to be hard, considering I’m going with him and a very intimate group on a trip next week.”
“Then have fun during the trip and reevaluate your feelings when you get back. Consider it a no-strings-attached trial period. If you want more when you get back, great! If you feellike calling it quits, less great because no sex, but still all the power to you!”
If I give this man two weeks of my life, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be the same. The pull he has on me is a force like nothing I’ve ever felt. If I don’t fight my way out of his orbit now, I know I’ll never make it out, in this life or the next.
“You’re right. It’s just a couple more weeks of fun. What kind of damage can that cause?”
Chapter thirteen
“Have you ever been to Hawaii?”
“Only once, when I was a child.”
“Mmm, I bet you tan beautifully…”
Sipping my drink, I savor both the burn of the liquor and my view. After my, admittedly, psychotic weekend with Blanche, I hardly knew what to expect from her. Isuspected, based on her reactions to my general depravity thus far, that she would be interested in continuing our trysts. It was an unexpected boon, though, to have her wholehearted agreement to the little game I proposed today.
“See, you can tell where my bikini line hits, just there.”
Davis, one of my more lecherous subordinates, is an attorney who was onboarded the same week I joined the company after college. He’s a shark in the courtroom and a vault of a man outside it, never leaking a single untoward thing about the corporation. It’s why he was invited on this trip, and it’s why he’s currently fondling Blanche’s ass as she shows him her tan lines from an undoubtedly minuscule bikini.
This trip was Father’s brainchild, and while I usually enjoy traveling with my team and fucking around the world, this destination is decidedly not exotic. A mid-sized Midwestern city, with the sole objective of making overtures for a takeover of a wholesome family-centered company that hates my dad’s guts. It’s a test, and I resent it, even if the challenge is enticing.
The group with me, though, consists solely of my closest confidants and should be instrumental to my success. All men, of course, and only those who have proved their mettle time and time again over the last few years. Carter is here, more like a brother to me than a friend after all these years. And James, my best friend, who runs our West Coast operations. I’m glad they’re both with me, and I would trust them with my life. Their secretaries and assistants are traveling separately, away from any sensitive information. I know the people on this plane would take a bullet for me, and they know I’d put one between their eyes the moment I sniff any hint of disloyalty.
When Blanche and I discussed her serving as a “flight attendant” for today, she enthusiastically agreed. It’s bemusing to watch my colleagues fawn over her, although I note that Carter is keeping a polite distance thus far. She’s made her way to another group now, clad only in her bloodred bustier, garter belt, and stockings after stripping her uniform to show off her tan. If she were ever wearing panties, they’re gone, and the champagne-laden serving tray she holds is trembling slightly.
Standing to get a better view, I join the group she’s serving and see the source of her wobbling. Someone’s playing with her pussy, barely teasing her lips, while another hand pinches and pulls a nipple. She’s playing her part beautifully, making up some story or another about her “life as a flight attendant.”
“Well, I really only do flights once or twice a…month.” She can’t hold back a whimper, and it’s delicious. Her thighs are slick with her need, and I wonder if she’ll let any of these men fuckher. I told her the plan, but there’s no telling what she’ll do if she’s horny enough.
They’ve passed her around now, all having a feel, and she’s spread wide on the coffee table at the center of the seating area. I’ll give Father credit where it’s due. This luxurious plane makes even long-haul flights bearable. Other than takeoff and landing, you’d never know you weren’t in a five-star hotel room. Most men have their cocks out, leisurely enjoying the scene and listening to Blanche giggle about her favorite vacation spots as she enjoys their flattery.
