Notes from the author:
Hello again my lovelies. First thing to note is that if you have not yet read my series "See Through Me", now might be a good time. However, if you prefer the Star Wars approach, that might work too. I won't be formatting my story to cater to that though. Second thing is that this chapter will feature characters from my first series, and the kink that applies, which is hard-core BDSM, edging, sadism, masochism, along with degradation. I hope you like!
;)
-J
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Chapter 3
Holy cow. I'd barely made it out of there without fainting like a horny drunken teenager. The look in his eyes. It was unmistakable, even for someone as inexperienced as me. It didn't matter how old Curt was. That look only meant one thing. He wanted me. And he had been merciful.
My presentation of the "durable" four-poster bed was not without consequences. He had seen my dirty thoughts, clouded and vague though they were, the split second he looked into my eyes. What had possessed me?
Perhaps I wanted to impress him. Wanted to prove that I was not some inexperienced, naïve, young thing. That I was in tune with his...needs, and wanted only to help him sate those needs. However indirectly.
I was certain now that he would make good use of that bed. It didn't take a woman with several notches on her lipstick case to figure that out. God, how I wished it could be me. But it never could be. This project was too important to my career as a whole. Even if he was interested in me at all, which was an amusing thought, I was a professional, and had to resist the temptation. My reputation was dependent on it.
Still, I had to admit it had been exhilarating, toying with him. Never before had I thought I had the power to test the control of someone so strong, mature, and hunky as Curt. It was a heady feeling that definitely rivaled my passion for my work. My panties were soaked through. I reddened when I realized that I could actually
smell
myself.
I wanted Curt. Badly. I wanted to spread my legs for him. Anywhere. Anytime. And even though I knew it would hurt, I would happily let him thrust between my legs without preamble. Without protection even. He was that dreamy.
Every woman has that one fantasy man that she would deny nothing. Nothing at all.
I think Curt was mine.
The key now was focus. There was certainly a ton of stuff to do to set things in motion. Not the least of which was to start researching upholstered goods. As I headed towards the city to the design center, I contemplated the rich leathers and velvets that I could incorporate. Curt...Mr. Donovan, would love it.
I wanted to give him the best. Show him that I could. To show him that, at least when it came to decorating, he would never have a need for anyone but me.
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"Joe, thanks for taking my call," I greeted brusquely.
"No problem. So, you miss me already huh? Trouble holding the fort old man?" Joe teased.
"Yes, dammit. Hell, I'm not even in the mood to deny it. Otherwise why the fuck would I call?" I grumbled. "So what the hell Joe? I get this brief email saying you're taking another week off. And that's it. What the hell is going on?"
I ground my teeth as I heard Joe sigh in what sounded like boredom. I heard some shuffling, and the creak of a door, and then Joe spoke.
"Look man, I don't know quite how to put this. I met someone. A woman, obviously. We...things have gotten..."
I just sat and listened, on the edge of my seat with curiosity.
"Serious," Joe finished, clearing his throat.
I didn't know what to say. But all of the sudden, I found myself laughing. Hard.
I laughed so hard I could barely hear what was going on on the other end of the line. When I finally calmed down a bit, and took some deep breaths, I heard Joe growl, "Are you done?"
"No," I chuckled. "But I am intrigued. You? You're telling me you've been ensnared by a woman? In all of a week."
"It didn't take a week, Curt. It took barely a second."
That sobered me. I frowned.
"Curt, why don't you come over for drinks this evening? I honestly didn't want to have to look at you or anything work related for the rest of the week, but Jesus, you will only understand if you see her. And then maybe we can talk about the issues you're having...whatever it was that made you interrupt my vacation."
"Next time,
I
will be the one vacationing," I declared gruffly. "And to be frank, I don't know that I would take your call, especially if I had a woman as ravishing as this one must be," I laughed.
"Make jokes," Joe sneered. "You'll have your stinky foot in your mouth tonight. Be here at eight, or leave me the fuck alone until Monday."
I was about to respond, when the call disconnected.
"Fucker," I cursed as I looked at my bed, which was now stripped entirely bare.
I felt myself redden in frustration. Who the hell was I to judge Joe? Look at me. I was fucking smitten. Smitten, in the most carnal sense. And as with him, it had barely taken a second. Unfortunately for me, this was not a cruise through the Bahamas. Bethany and I had a strictly professional relationship.
Should I tell Joe? Nah. He'd laugh and poke fun, just as I had. Only unlike Joe, I wouldn't have the luxury of turning around and tempering my frustrations between my woman's thighs. The lucky bastard.
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I had stopped at the hardware store to pick up a thirty-five foot Stanley tape measure for Bethany. Professional relationship or not, I wanted her to have the tools she needed, and this seemed like a harmless enough gesture.
As I stood waiting in line at the register, I saw a cluster of fresh floral bouquets marked $19.99. What the hell, I thought. If this woman was beautiful and talented enough to incapacitate my best friend, she deserved at least a twenty-dollar bouquet of flowers. I smirked as I paid for the items, before jogging out to my black sportscar. I loved the thing. Yes, fuck it, it was a status thing mostly. But I loved the thick purr of the motor as I sped down the highway. It was as innocent a way to feel powerful as I had ever known. And it helped to distract.
After giving my key to the valet, I greeted George at the front door to Joe's building.
"Dude, who the flowers for? You boys get in a fight, en need to kiss and make up?" George laughed, his crooked teeth showing.
George was an excellent security guard, and he loved to build relationships with the tenants of the building. Joe barely gave him the time of day, but I appreciated his drive. His apparent determination to live every day to the fullest.
So his job didn't pay much. He never complained. He wore his badge with honor, and I respected him for it.
"I take it then that you were off duty when Joe brought her home," I smirked.
Had George been smoking a cigarette, it would have fallen out of his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up brother! Joe got a woman? Hoohooo!" George laughed, as he stomped his feet, doubled over. "Shut up man."
I simply raised my eyebrows.
"Shut up man, you playin! Well, shit! That's awesome."
"We'll see," I chuckled. "We'll see."
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It was practically déjà vu when a stunning strawberry blonde goddess opened the door to Joe's apartment.
