I lift my own glass to my lips and take a tentative sip. But it’s no use. I’m just not in the mood to get drunk,orto hang around these vacuous assholes for much longer.
It’s at times like this that I realize just how fucking meaningless my life is. All we ever talk about is work – work and women and money. But tonight? Tonight I’m just not in the mood. Tonight I wish I was at home, the home that suddenly feels soalive, sowarm, soinvitingsince she’s been living in it ...
“Oh man,” Greg murmurs, leaning in so close that the whiskey on his breath makes my eyes water. “What I’d give to bang that cocktail waitress. You see her? The brunette on the left with the cute little ass that wiggles when she walks ...”
I nod dismissively, hoping he’ll focus his attention on someone else, but instead his face wrinkles up and the smile drops from his face. “Oh comeon, man!” he says. “You didn’t evenlook at her. What the fuck’s got into you lately? You turning into some kind of fag or something?”
I meet his gaze with an icy cold look of my own. “As if I need to remind you, Greg,” I growl in a low tone low enough that only he can hear me, “it might well be your birthday, but even so, I happen to be your fuckingemployerand if you give me any more of that shit then that won’t be for much longer. Got it? I only employed you because your daddyaskedme to, but there’s only so far that carries you. You understand what I’m saying?”
“Uh, sure, sorry Marcus,” he replies, quickly backing away from me, palms up in surrender, leaving me standing alone at the bar as he joining the rest of the crowd.
But I can tell from the subtle look he gives me before turning away, and the way he’s leaning in to one of the other guys and whispering something, that he’s wonderingwhat in the hell has got into me lately.
And the truth is, I guess I’m wondering that myself.
But then, deep down, I guess I already know the answer.
Twenty
Jennifer
At first Idon’t know what’s happening, as I wake up not to bright morning sunlight but instead to the darkness of my bedroom, and then a moment later to the feel of hot rough hands on my body, and then lips pressing urgently against my own, the subtle taste of alcohol on his tongue.
As I begin to realize what’s happening, I feel my body respond so powerfully to the touch of this shadowy figure, who seems so intent on taking me, right here and now; and it’s with a shiver of excitement and delight that I realize hehasdecided to visit me tonight after all.
I push my lips back excitedly against his, and moan softly as I feel his hand pushing its way between my legs, to that place he knows so well now, his fingers cupping the hot and swelling mound that seems to be crying out to him.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I whisper with delight, confessing my fears between the passion and urgency of our kisses.
“How could I possibly resist?” he replies, the heat of his breath dancing across my skin as he begins to toy with my right breast with his other hand, and then, a moment later, I feel the delicious heat of his mouth as it closes over my nipple, causing another soft sigh to escape from my lips.
“Oh Marcus,” I whisper, my voice trembling as his tongue flickers against the tingling pink bud. “I’m glad you’re here ...”
“I need you, Jennifer,” he whispers, taking his mouth from my skin just long enough to speak before moving his kisses across to my other breast, lavishing just as much attention on that one, too, working me into a shivering state of pleasure beneath him. But then, all of a sudden he gives my nipple a surprisingly hard nip with his teeth – hard enough for me to cry out in surprise. I push myself away from him a little, locking eyes with him.
“That was a demonstration,” he murmurs.
“Whatever do you mean?” I reply.
“There’s something you need to know about me, Jennifer,” he continues, his voice dropping to a purr. “Certain things I’d like to do. Certain things, I’d like toexplorewith you. I want to teach you about the pleasure that can be had frompainJennifer. You see, the human mind is a fascinating thing. Pleasure and pain sit so close together, closer than you’d ever guess, so close in fact that we can have our most delicious moments when the boundary between the two is somewhat blurred. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I gulp, then nod.
“I think so,” I reply.
“And will you let me show you just what I mean?” he continues.
I look at him, at the darkness flashing in those steely blue eyes of his, and I realize that even though Iamtechnicallyhisfor the week, he’s still not allowing himself to do anything to me without my express permission. And it’s this realization – that he’s respecting my boundaries – that reassures me. And anyway, I have to admit, Iama little curious to find out what he means, too ...
“Show me, Marcus,” I reply, surprising myself with the sincerity of what I’m saying, so much so that I can hear my voice shaking from a mixture anticipation and excitement. “I want to know what you mean. I want toexperienceit ...”
A moment later, I gasp in surprise as he swiftly pulls me up from the bed, then throws me roughly across his knee, so that my face is nestled in the sheets and my ass is thrust high in the air, just as if I’m some naughty little girl, being disciplined by her daddy.
It feels as if the whole room is charged suddenly with a heady energy, as I wait for him to do whatever he might do to me.
Surely he’s not actually about tospankme like some naughty little kid?!I think to myself, my breath clutched tightly in my throat. I mean, I’d heard of people doing things like that, but really? Marcus?That’swhat he’s into?
But even as I’m still thinking this last thought, all of a sudden, sure enough, he brings his hand down hard on the tender flesh of my ass, the loud sharp crack of his palm against my skin reverberating all around the quiet of the bedroom, the only other sound being the soft little cry of surprise that escapes my lips.
