Perfect Ten (19 page)

“So you’ve slept with this woman more than once, have an all-night ‘appointment’ with her tonight, and you expect me to believe that you aren’t going to fuck her?”

Well, at least she wasn’t picking on herself anymore.

“No. I mean yes. I mean no, I’m not going to have sex with her. Vaughn will be there too, and—” Yeah…probably should have kept that to myself.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Good night, Joe.” Without another word, she went inside her house and slammed the door in my face. Having no choice left, other than breaking her door down, I tucked my tail between my legs and left to go on my motherfucking date with motherfucking batshit-crazy Sophia DeMarino.

* * *

I knew it. I knew he was too good to be true. When will I learn? Why didn’t I listen to myself? Why did I let everyone around me convince me he was worth a chance? Well, I’m not going to cry about it. That was the old Faith. I’m turning over a new leaf—opening a new chapter in my life, but first things first.

Even though I knew it was destructive behavior, I broke into my emergency stash of Hershey Kisses I kept shoved in the back of the freezer—and ate about three quarters of the bag before I caved. Then I cried. I cried all night long, dammit. I was so close.

“Hands off, Sophia.” Would the night never end? I actually avoided round one by showing up late, but I wound up seeing Vaughn’s johnson at the end, and that’s not something that’ll leave my mind for some time. Introduce yourself to some clippers, man! Fuck, all that hair’s gross. There’s nothing wrong with a little grooming, you know? Are we going back to the seventies or what?

But now, since Vaughn needed a little while to recuperate, Sophia was all over me. Her perky tits bounced in my face as she tried to throw her leg over me while I sat on the couch waiting for the goddamn clock to spin its hands, getting ever closer to the morning.

“This is ridiculous. Get off, Sophia!” I shoved at her, and she fell backward onto the floor, clipping the coffee table with her hip on the way down. As much as I abhorred that woman, I felt awful. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

She looked up at me with crocodile tears squeezing out of her eyes. I knew she wasn’t hurt that badly. “I can’t believe you did that!” She rubbed her hip and continued down to her pussy, still wet with her juices. “Now you can make it up to me,” she purred.

I stood up and walked over to the window, pulling the curtain aside to see rain pelting the glass. Sophia walked up behind me and slid her hand around to cup my balls. Her surprised intake of breath was satisfying. I wasn’t even a little bit hard. Not only was I
not
turned on, but I was honestly disgusted with the whole evening.

“Come on, man. Give her your cock until I’m ready to go again. It’s what the lady paid for.”

I batted her hand away and turned on Vaughn. Blue jeans covered his shit now, thank God. A shirt would have been nice too, but beggars can’t be choosers, I guess. “No, Vaughn. What the
lady
paid for was an escort for the evening. I’m not a prostitute.
If
I have sex with a client, it’s because we’ve both agreed to it.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to fuck that?” Vaughn widened his legs a bit more from his seat on the couch and opened his arms to Sophia. From the slightly visible bulge in his jeans, he was about ready for the next round.

Sophia walked past me, spreading herself wide for Vaughn on the same coffee table she’d hit her hip on. Without another word, he unzipped his pants and stuck his mouth on her pussy.

“You’re really good at that, Vaughn. Joe, come give me a cock to suck on.”

I didn’t even bother answering. I just left them to their business and walked into her bedroom. When her screams sounded too real to my ears, I peeked out to see a disturbing sight.

Sophia was bound at her ankles and wrists as Vaughn whipped her with a cat-o’-nine-tails. He was slapping her so hard, there was a thin trail of blood running down her ass. “More. I need more, Vaughn!”

“Jesus, Vaughn. Stop!” While I wanted nothing to do with her anymore, I couldn’t stand to see a woman beaten. Surely she didn’t want to be beaten like that.

Vaughn didn’t even hear me. He just slapped her hard again, and she loved it. Now, I’m all for a little rough play. I don’t mind leaving my handprint on a girl’s ass if she liked that, but this was way over the line for me. I walked over to grab Vaughn’s hand at the same time he dropped the whip and plowed himself into Sophia’s ass. She came instantly, and he quickly followed.
Fuck my life
. I swear, I’m never watching porn again. Wait—I take that back. Never is a really long time.

When she was done calling out Vaughn’s name but still pushing herself back against his cock, Sophia spoke the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. “You can go, Joe. Vaughn is all the man I need tonight.” Then she ruined it. “I’ll be seeing you again, though.”

I couldn’t suppress my sneer as I replied, “No, you won’t. I’m done. I’m not going to be an escort anymore.”

My relief was short lived. She looked at me with a face that would haunt my nightmares. There was pure determination etched there, and using a low-pitched tone, she said, “Oh, you’ll be seeing me again, Joe Starling.” I couldn’t quite contain my feeling of dread as I made a swift escape—or my feeling of disgust as I heard the swing of the cat-o’-nine-tails again, followed by her muffled groan.

T
hree and a
half
days have gone by since Joe rocked my world and then stomped on it. Not that I’m actually counting the days or anything, mind you. I have been counting the pounds, though. Regrettably, my self-destructive behavior didn’t stop with the Hershey Kisses.

Confession time. I had the Kisses Saturday night; Sunday I had my official pity party and stayed holed up in my house all day watching movies sure to make me cry, only venturing to the door to accept the pizza and wings I’d ordered. By Tuesday, the pizza was gone, as were the wings. And just today—I can’t believe I’m admitting this—I had brownie mix for breakfast! Oh, all right—one more admission. Even though I ate at least half the brownie mix, I had a big ole Italian hoagie for lunch. Complete with oil
and
mayo. It’s really no wonder I don’t feel well.

To top it all off, I gained two pounds. Think about that. Two pounds in three and a half days. Wow. I’m disgusting. I blame Joe. Yeah, let’s go with that. So now, I’m waiting for my hoagie to settle enough to get my fat ass to the gym. Who’s with me?

Bright side? For the first time since I can’t remember when, probably ever, I don’t hate myself for gaining a couple of pounds. I think that maybe Joe helped me accept what I view as my faults. It was blatantly obvious he enjoyed my body, so it can’t be that bad.

That’s how I’m going to look at the whole Joe experience. It was a positive experience that brought some enjoyment to my life for a while. At least I sort of got to live out one of my fantasies. God, what I could have done with him if I’d had him longer.

I’ve always wanted to tie a guy up. Can’t you just picture it? Joe with a black mask over his eyes to take his sight away, his ankles and wrists tied to my bedposts to hold his magnificent body captive before me. If I closed my eyes, I could see each ripple of muscle. I could even count his eight-pack. I never saw a guy with an eight-pack before, and I wanted to trace each line with my tongue, but we never got around to that.

As I continued daydreaming, my boss rounded the corner and stepped into my office, scaring the bejesus out of me.

“Whoa. Okay there, Ms. Graham?” He always addressed everyone as Mr. or Mrs. or Ms. We addressed him as Asshat. Behind his back, of course. It was Mr. Welling to his face.

His concern was a surprise. Mr. Welling didn’t earn the name Asshat for being nice, but before I had a chance to answer, he showed his true colors.

“Weren’t able to get your figures done, were you? I knew I should have just done it myself.” See? Asshat.

“They’re right here. I always get my work done, Mr. Welling.”

“Yes, well. I’ll take these to my office and just give them a look through before I pass them on to the partners, shall I?”

His question didn’t require an answer. We did that dance all the time. If he truly felt I was as inadequate as he made me sound, why the heck did he keep me? I’d been working for Shelley and Associates for almost six years. He was the one who promoted me to Senior Accountant, for Pete’s sake. Grace has been telling me for years that I need a new job. She says I’m killing myself for no reason, but I genuinely like working with numbers. Tax season sucks, but the rest of the year is okay.

Susie’s asked me several times if I want to run her bakery, but I’ve told her that I don’t know if it’s enough work to keep me busy, but just last week, she told me she’s opening up another location in Long Beach. She even offered me a percentage in the business if I would take over all the administrative aspects.

I already do her quarterly and year-end taxes, but the day-to-day bookkeeping is done by a part-time worker, and it’s getting to be too much for her. If she’s not willing to commit to full-time hours, Susie is going to have to hire someone else. I think the opportunity could be great for both of us, but it’s a little scary leaving a sure thing with health benefits and paid time off to work for yourself, you know? On the other hand, it would be nice to be working for a company I had a vested interest in.

There’s one more benefit of working at Susie’s bakery, but it’s also the bad part. All those pastries and donuts and her homemade cheese spreads. Oh my God. I’d have to go to the gym every night! Of course, I should be doing that now anyway.

Speaking of the gym, I couldn’t put it off any longer. It was time to go. I pulled my purse out of my desk and felt my phone vibrate. Mr. Welling flipped his lid if he ever heard a cell phone ring in the office, so we all put them on vibrate as soon as we walked in the door.

I pulled it out and saw that I’d gotten a few texts hours ago. They were from Joe.

Joe:
Please talk to me. I didn’t sleep with Sophia. I swear. Give me another chance.

A couple minutes after that, I got:

Joe:
Come on, Faith. Let me win you back. Just give me a chance.

About an hour after that:

Joe:
Goddammit, Faith! I didn’t do anything wrong. Answer my fucking text.

That was his way of trying to get me to see him again? His last text:

Joe:
That last text was from my evil twin. He said he’s sorry he got nasty. He’s had a bad day. So…can I come over? I’ll bring chocolate…

Why couldn’t I contain my grin? There’s something about him that breaks down all my walls. That’s a scary thing. I wanted to believe he hadn’t slept with Sophia, but I just wasn’t sure if I could. Trust was a hard thing to come by and even harder to give. Although, if I did give in, I could tie him up and live out that fantasy to my heart’s content. If I looked at this whole relationship as just casual fling, I could live out
a lot
of my fantasies. I’ll bet Joe would go for just about anything.

While I sat there debating, my phone went off again.

Joe:
Hi, Faith…again. I’m not asking for me this time. Heidi wants to meet you and wondered if you’d let her come visit. I could bring her over. It wouldn’t be any trouble at all.

Well, that did it. Using the dog to gain my favor? It would work every time.

Faith:
Okay, Joe. You win, but you had better have your furry friend with you when I answer the door.

I didn’t even put my phone back before I got an incoming text.

Joe:
She’s so excited. We’ll see you in a few.

Faith:
Wait! I have to go to the gym. Give me a couple of hours.

Joe:
You don’t need the gym. You’re perfect, but okay. Two hours.

* * *

J
oe was knocking
on my door exactly two hours later. Even though things went sour last Saturday, I couldn’t help being excited to see him. He told me he didn’t sleep with Sophia, and I believe him, so I dressed in a short white dress, feeling frisky. I even left my panties in the drawer.

The door opened to reveal the cutest picture ever. Joe stood there holding a basket of strawberries and chocolate whipped cream, and Heidi held a bouquet of daisies in her mouth. She even had a big pink bow wrapped around her neck.

I moved forward close enough to nudge his toe with my bare foot. “You both look very cute. You may come in.” My nose crinkled all by itself at the adorable pairing they made.

“Now
that’s
a statement. I fucking love it.” I turned around to see Joe standing just inside the door, staring directly at the juncture of my thighs.

“What?”

“Sweet Faith. You don’t know?”

I looked down and immediately saw what he saw. It was the first time I’d worn the dress, and it was pretty much see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. Awesome time to go commando. “Holy cow! I’ll be right back.”

He chuckled and immediately kicked the front door shut. Before I got as far as the hallway, Joe had me pushed up against the back of the door, kissing me mindless. He tore his lips away long enough to tell me what he thought of my dress.

“You look good enough to eat. As a matter of fact…” He dropped to his knees, pushed up my skirt, and pressed his mouth to me, drawing a surprised and very pleased squeal from my lips. No! Wait. I didn’t want this, did I? Hell, of course I did, but no. We needed to talk. Was this all there was between us? Just an intense sexual attraction?

Using my ever-waning willpower, I pushed him back. “Joe, stop.”

Not expecting it, he fell back on his butt and sat there looking up at me, his breath coming out like he’d just run a marathon. “Jesus. I’m sorry. It’s just you don’t have any panties on and I…” He waved his hand in the general area of my nether region as he pushed himself back up on his knees. When his hands snaked out to grab my hips again, I moved away from the door and ran into my room, grabbing the first pair of light-colored panties I found.

Joe groaned and covered his eyes when I walked back into the room. “Are you
trying
to kill me, Faith?”

“What now?” I looked down again to see that I’d grabbed a pair of lacey, pink panties that you could still see pretty clearly through the dress. I guess what I really needed was one of those long camisoles.

Collecting underthings was kind of my hobby. I had more panty and bra sets than I did pants and tops. They weren’t all sexy either. I like fun sets too, like my Eeyores. Apparently, Joe appreciated my collection.

Instead of running back into my room, I grabbed the blanket off the sofa and wrapped it around my waist like a sarong. “Now can I properly meet your girl, please?” I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. Since I was wrapped up, I walked into the living room and sat on the floor, calling Heidi over.

She came over to me at a run and jumped into my lap, knocking me over backward. There I was, lying on the floor with an eighty-pound dog on me licking my face.

“Oh my God! Aren’t you a sweetie! Who’s a sweet puppy?” I let her give me one last lick before I pushed her off and sat up. Instead of jumping back on top of me, she sat down nicely and let me get up. “What a good girl you are. Would you like a carrot?” I looked at Joe, who was still looking off-kilter—go, me!—to see if that was okay. “Is that okay?”

“Huh?”

“A carrot. Can Heidi have a carrot?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Heidi and I headed into the kitchen, Joe on our tails. When I bent down to get the carrot out of the crisper, he moaned anew.

With Heidi happily munching away, I turned to Joe. “I’m not putting any more clothes on. What’s the problem now?”

“You bent over.”

“And?”

“That’s it. That’s all it takes. I always want you, Faith.” He cupped himself, trying to shift his erection to a more comfortable spot, but all he wound up doing was drawing my attention to the ever-present bulge. It was getting nearly impossible to ignore the sexual tension between us, but I wanted to talk to him. Of course, we could always talk afterward…

* * *

“Christ, Faith.” I loved being buried balls-deep inside my girl. The slap of my balls against her as I fucked her harder and harder revved us both up to a fever pitch. I was about to explode, but she wasn’t quite there yet, and I was doing my damnedest not to come, but Christ, it was taxing. She was so fucking hot! The sounds that came out of her as I hit all the right spots were enough to put me over the edge.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what to do for you.” I reached between us and ran my fingers over her clit.

“God. That’s good. I want your lips on me.” She arched her back as I hit a particularly good spot with my thumb, giving me perfect access to her sensitive neck. I sucked on a patch of skin just below her ear, and then lightly bit her earlobe.

“Yes! Oh God. That’s it. I’m so close.”

I held in a strangled moan. In a rough voice that I hardly recognized as my own, I said, “Fuck! Me too.” Getting a little carried away in my fucking frenzy, I bit down on her neck harder than I’d meant to. And she loved it. That bite sent her over the fucking edge! She screamed out my name and gripped my ass, pulling me into her hard with each thrust. Her pussy squeezed me so tight, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I couldn’t take one more second of such sweet torture. My back arched, the muscles in my neck strained, and I came with hard jerks until my body calmed itself.