Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) (13 page)

“Did you hear what that drunk guy just said about Daniel?” Sofia leans in to whisper.

“What drunk guy? That doesn’t narrow it down, they are all drunk guys.” I snort, the half glass of wine working its magic, teach me to drink on an empty stomach.

“The one that seemed more than a business associate, like he’d know Daniel for a long time?” She adds.

“I know the one but no I didn’t hear anything, I was helping Jean down to the van with the gear.” I start to buff the already polished marble top, I like the way it shines with tiny metallic flecks.

“Oh right, well he was saying something about Daniel never having had a relationship he didn’t pay for, I wonder what he meant?” Her eyes are wide and she wiggles her brows, intrigued.

“Well he doesn’t look all broken up so I’m guessing it’s not about paying emotionally so if it’s financial . . . I’m thinking, he maybe likes a professional.” I giggle and add, “ooo he sounds like a keeper!” We are giggling together when Daniel enters the kitchen.

“There is a man at the front desk asking for Sofia.” Daniel sternly informs us as we snap to attention.

“Oh Bets, I’m sorry I forgot, Paul is picking me up. He is flying out early tomorrow and I said to come get me here.” She looks pleadingly in my eyes and I could strangle her for putting me in this situation.

“Go I’ll finish.” I assure her and I don’t want to make her feel bad so I hold off the throttling for another time.

“Oh Bets you’re the best! And don’t forget tomorrow night you’re my wing girl.” She kisses my cheek as Daniel interrupts.

“Bethany, you have a drinks reception at the University tomorrow?” His brow is furrowed like this is a problem for him in some way.

“Yes but I’m bringing a change of clothes for her. I am meeting her there and then we will head out. It’s a charity thing, fancy dress, retro eighties and Bets is a backing singer with me.” Sofia smiles enthusiastically. I want to match her smile but my jaw is just gaping at the amount of information she just dishes out without fear or favour.

“Fancy Dress?” Daniel enquires.

“Yes you know, all fluorescent pink and ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirts.” I offer through a tight smile and a grimace aimed at Sofia.

“You sing?” His interest is piqued I can tell, really not what I wanted.

“Oh good God no! Mime, and badly.” I laugh at the very idea of holding a tune. “Go Sofs, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I push her toward the door before she can do any more damage.

“Be good and if you can’t be good . . .” I slam the door before that sentence is finished and let out a heavy sigh.

Daniel has left the kitchen and the men have moved from the dining room. With any luck I can finish clearing and leave while they are still deciding on which strip club to go to. I load the final bits in the dishwasher and wipe the kitchen tops once more when I hear the front door close. “I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.” Daniel’s smooth low voice sends a flush of heat across my skin. “Would you like another glass of wine?” He makes it sound like ambrosia and I find it all to easy to nod at the offer.

“Yes, thank you I would, it’s been a long day.” I stretch my neck out one side then the next to ease the sore muscles.

“And a late night?” He smiles at my frown, does he mean tonight or last night? “Why did you not serve me tonight?”

“Oh no reason.” My hand reaches for the hair on the nape of my neck. I twirl it between my fingers and lightly tug.

“Lies Miss Thorne, I thought we had come to an agreement about lies.” He walks toward me, no, he stalks towards me, I am definitely feeling like prey in this situation. I swallow, my lips part and I try to maintain the simple function of sucking in oxygen. I just need to swish my hair and push my tits out to make my attraction to him just a bit more obvious. I push out a steadying breath through pursed lips. Get a grip Bets!

“I don’t mean to lie Sir, it’s just I don’t think
this
is a good idea.” My voice couldn’t sound less certain. My heart is trying its hardest to escape my chest, my body is on fire, remembering the pleasure it was brought to by this man. His body brushes close to my back and he places his heavy hands on my shoulders. His firm grip squeezes the tension from my shoulders, Oh God that feels like heaven.

“Arhhh, mmmmm.” My head drops to the side exposing my neck and I close my eyes. His finger traces from my ear down my neck resting on the indent in the centre of my collarbone. He taps lightly.

“This
is
a good idea, we are a good idea, understand?” His voice is low and demanding.

“Yes Sir.” I exhale, tension and uncertainty evaporating with the air from my lungs.

“Feel what a good idea this is?” He grinds his huge erection into my bottom with a slow roll of his hips. A small moan escapes the back of my throat and I can’t think for the blood rushing in my head. Think Bets! Think! This is so not a good idea! He holds my hips firmly and pulls my bottom into his rock hard length, releasing a groan of his own at the movement.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, so responsive, you glow when you’re aroused, when I arouse you. I’ve never been this fucking hard!” He feels hard, hard as iron. He pushes deeper, his desire undeniable and I am so turned on that I’ve done that or my body has done that and I feel empowered by the thought. He made me come in Mr Wilson’s office I’m going to make him come in his kitchen. I turn and drop to my knees my heart racing and my mouth tingling with anticipation.

“Fuck!” He cries out and slams his hands on the counter behind me before he pushes one into my hair. He gently massages my scalp then his grip tightens, he is not going to stop this and I’m not going to stop. I want this, I want to taste him, I want to make him tremble. I reach for his belt and quickly undo the buttons. I tug his trousers down and carefully pull his boxers over his fierce arousal. His cock lies heavy in my hand as I wrap my soft fingers around its thickness and grip, gentle at first and tighter as I hear him moan. I move my hand rhythmically up and down to the base, my lips are close and I can see the glistening drops of his excitement on the tip, I lick my lips and sigh a warm breath on the velvet crown. I take my tongue and flicker lightly over the head and around the sensitive edge, dragging it down the length of the pulsing veins and back up where I enclose my lips and push the tip slowly into my mouth.

“Holy Fuck! Bethany Christ yes! Suck it, suck it all the way down.” His raspy command is punctuated by short deep breaths as if he is struggling to control himself. I shift on my knees, the hard floor only a mild distraction. I begin a slow rhythm, my head bobbing with the gentle guidance from his fingers as they massage and lightly pull my hair. His cock his big, thick and long. I don’t have a huge frame of reference but I’m thinking that would hurt like fuck to, well, fuck. I want to take him deep, I want as much as I can take and I want to taste him come. I hollow my cheeks and increase the suction but this time I swallow as I take him to the back of my throat and I continue to try and swallow, try to take more of him. “Jesus, Fuck Bethany, what are you? . . . Shit!, Fuck I’m going to come, Fuck!” His grip tightens on my hair and his hips jerk, taking over, he fucks my mouth as I try to keep his pace, he growls.

“Arhhhhh!” I feel the hot liquid swirl, fill my mouth and I try to swallow, it takes two attempts and I’m more than surprised I don’t gag given the force of his final thrust and amount of liquid in my mouth. I lick my swollen lips and gently lick him dry. His hands are braced on the kitchen counter and we both fight to regain some sort of normal breathing pattern.

He helps me stand, my legs are stiff and my knees are sore from the hard marble floor. He puts his strong arms around me and pulls me tight to his firm chest. He holds me, his head rests on mine. His breathing is deep and his heart is beating like mine.

“Not what I had planned for this evening Miss Thorne.” He takes his finger and lifts my chin, heavy lidded eyes almost black and full of desire. I can feel the raw need for my own release like I need my next breath. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” The promised threat is absolute in his tone. It brings me back to planet Earth like a violent NASA touch down. Even if it is just what any girl would dream of as her first time, ‘demanding angry man wanting to fuck you hard.’ I swoon. Besides, can he even do that so soon? Well, I’m not waiting to find out.

“The bathroom?” My voice is more shaky than I was hoping and I clear my throat and repeat more confidently. “I would like to use the bathroom?”

“Of course.” He cups my face with his large warm hands and kisses me firmly on my forehead, he continues to hold me. “I’ll show you, it’s just down the hall.” He takes my hand and I follow his lead, his fingers gently stroke my wrist and this tender act feels strangely intimate. He stops to face me, his hands cup my face again, his eyes intense and I know I won’t be able to leave if he kisses me now. I want him to kiss me now. His warm, mint breath and his full soft lips just millimetres from my own parted lips. He hesitates and a grin begins to form. He pulls back and I collapse a little at the loss. “I am going to head to my shower, second room on the left, join me.” It isn’t a request. I swallow and nod; afraid if I say ‘yes sir’ that is exactly what I’ll be doing.

I head toward the bathroom but quietly slip past and out to the front door. I’ve left my coat as it was in the cloakroom but manage to grab my bag. I hit the street and as it’s Friday night there are plenty of black cabs. I take the first one with its yellow light on and slump back once the door is closed. I pull my lips through my teeth, I can taste him and my body is still trembling with desire. I did the right thing, I think. I am not under the illusion that my first time would be all hearts and flowers but I didn’t think it would be a quick hard fuck either. Although I am not sure that’s what it would be with Daniel and that’s what shakes me to my core. However, running like I did, now that
was
impolite. I can’t help but smile and I draw a deep breath. I’m thinking one of two outcomes could happen now, outcome one, I could be out of his system, brilliant; or outcome two I have just sealed my punishment laden future. I shiver a little at that thought, either way I’ll be the one choosing when I get fucked.

I knock on Marco’s door, it’s late, again. I decide not to go back to my place, Daniel knows where I live and if he has decided to go for outcome two, I think it’s better he doesn’t find me tonight.

“Bets?” Marco is still asleep as he opens the door. I should maybe get a key.

“Hey buddy!” I smile, my tone way too cheery for this late hour. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Sleep-over at yours tonight—don’t ask?”

“As if . . .” he rubs his face and leads the way to his sofa bed.

I CATCH A ride with Marco to the restaurant in the morning; having showered at his place I just need a quick change of clothes before he drags me to class.

“Walk of Shame Bets?” Joe laughs and is joined by a chorus of jeers from the kitchen.

“That’s right Joe, blame your niece though this time.” I smile and nod my head toward Marco.

“Danny came round real early this morning asking for you, he looked pissed when I told him you weren’t home. You owe him money or something girl?” At this he barks out another loud laugh.

“Something like that, did he say what he wanted?” I can feel my face flame as I fail to pretend that this is a normal occurrence in my socially barren life.

“No, but he must have met the courier on his way in at the same time, because he left the exact same box you got yesterday . . . I put it outside your door.” He nods toward the stairwell.

“Ok, thanks.” I can feel my face flush a deeper hue and turn before it’s noticed.

Marco takes me to our Krav class and I spend a good hour being pummelled into the mats. I bruise like a peach so I’m going to look like I’ve been hit by a truck for the rest of the week. Back home I start to strip, the gym is very basic and with no showers I am left to body wash in my sink before my next shift starts downstairs. My mind drifts, I bet there was a glorious bath, no, baths; plural, in Daniels apartment. How sad is that, instead of Paris in springtime and desert islands I fantasise about heated flooring and plumbing facilities. Before I head downstairs I pull the unopened box on to my lap and peel the tape off. Inside, the distinctive pink and black colours of the packaging mean I know exactly what I’ve been sent. I lift the tissue paper and see an exquisite lace corset with matching thong in a deep purple with black lace trim. There is also a pair of black silk hold up stockings. I think I will have to make space in a separate draw if this continues. There will be mutiny if these saucy little numbers are forced to share space with my plain white cotton combinations and thick fluffy socks.