The Bitter End (6 page)

He laughed as he grabbed my wrists an
d held them up over my head. I held onto his waist tightly with my legs. He slowed his pace as he moved his cock in and out of me and the gentle moment was confusing to me. We had not fucked once without some sort of beat the shit out of you mentality, so as he leaned in and kissed my lips I allowed it for a second and my back arched as he moaned inside of my mouth. I bit into his lip and it started to bleed. He hissed and slammed his pelvic bones against mine and dug his nails into the skin on my wrists. I looked up as the orgasm started slowly in my lower abdomen and then fanned out. It was more intense than it had been before and I found myself whispering his name which made him come even harder as he buried his sweat drenched face into my shoulder and said my name too. I stopped breathing. In fact time stopped all together and it was not until the lock clicked and the girl stepped in with her manager that I dropped down, pulling my skirt down and smiling as Ryan zipped his pants up and turned to them both grinning as usual. The manager cleared her throat and tried to speak but his bulge in his pants was distracting her and I pulled money from my purse and walked up to both of them. The manager hesitated but the clerk took her bribe and grinned as Ryan eyed her and it annoyed me. Why? I am not certain, but I let it leave me as quickly as it sprang up. Then the manager stared at me.

“This is not appropriate.”

“You know my Father?” I asked her and she shut up quickly.

“Take the money
and consider it a bonus…please,” I said as he reached up and took it and I glanced back to Ryan who was still eying them like meat.

“Ready?” I asked him and he finally looked at me.

“So, have a good day,” I said as I stepped past them and Ryan followed me. The clerk barely let him pass without brushing against her a bit and I sighed and looked at my watch as he stepped out and adjusted his tie. He looked back and whispered “call me” as he tucked a piece of paper into his pocket and then looked at me. Bother me? No, why would it?

I walked to the counter and leaned in to see the rings in a row and Ryan stepped up next to me and let his fingers rub my exposed skin on my arm. I stepped over and broke contact with him and then tapped lightly on the glass with my gold fingernail. The attendant stepped up and looked at me and grinned. I eyed the ring and then he pulled it out and placed it front of me like an offering to the gods. I smiled and picked it up, letting the lights in the store play off of the red ruby and diamonds. I shook my head slightly as I realized I knew where I had seen this ring before, it had been the first fantasy my mind embellished on about Ryan, the ridiculous one where he repelled onto my balcony like some action hero and shit. I laughed a bit and set the ring back down onto it cradle. Ryan tapped the counter with his black card and I turned to look at him as the attendant took it and I crossed my arms on my chest.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked him.

“You want it, don’t you?” he said as seductively as he always is.

He stepped closer to me and took my hand in his, lowering it to his hard cock. Evidently he was not done with me yet and I would not be complaining. The “endless” thing is actually for the amount of times he can fuck you in a day. So far I think seven was our record. Today we had only been at it twice so it was early. He pressed my fingers against his cock through his pants and I squeezed slightly as he sighed at my lips. I stared into his eyes.

“I can afford anything I want.
You do not have to buy me shit,” I whispered to him and he grinned at me and looked down as I rubbed his cock.

“I know, I just thought you….I….I….” he started to say and then he came and I smiled as I felt his cock twitch behind his zipper. I then licked my lip slowly as he watched me and the clerk returned with his card and handed it to him as he turned a bit flush and dizzy.

“Thank you,” he said as he held onto the counter and I fluffed my hair and looked in the large mirror behind the counter. Ryan caught my eyes for a moment and it was the first time he looked different to me. Not so cocky, not so Ryan…just, a person. A guy who was looking at a woman and enjoying what he saw. I cleared my throat and pushed it from my mind as the clerk started to close the black box. Ryan stopped him and then took the ring and placed it on my finger, right hand of course. I looked down and stared at it and then he lifted my hand and kissed the ring as if I was royalty. Perhaps to him I am. I doubt there is a Queen in waiting, higher on a thrown than I am here in New York. My Father has assured me of that. He made me a target for any man who wanted ultimate power and for that I fucking hate him even more than I already do. It is because of this that I will never know if someone truly loves me. Small price to pay for inheriting the world I would guess.

****

I stood in front of the mirror as my personal seamstress measured me and played with the fabric of the dress I would be wearing to the largest party this side of Hell: Miko’s elaborate masquerade ball to celebrate her pregnancy. Fucking ridiculous on so many levels I hate to even start complaining about it but it is Miko, the bitch who had white Arabian horses shipped in to “run” wild in the field behind them as she married my father. Yeah, that was nice. Or the boat she commissioned to carry all of the guests on a seven day cruise for the honeymoon. Did I mention the guest list topped 5000? Well it did. Again, ridiculous. She is so good at spending my father’s money it seems she was born to do it. I mean her nails are painted with gold, not fake…but real gold. She loves to adorn her eyes with jewels too. I guess it all depends on her mood and how much she wants to spend on what day. I would not be shocked if her pussy tasted like money. Not one bit.

I hissed as the seamstress poked me with the needle on my side and I instinctively smacked her face and she stepped back from me.

“Really?” I asked her and she started to cry.

“Oh for fuck
’s sake. Finish it and leave,” I said as she returned to working on me and Ryan tapped his wine glass behind me with his nails.

“You look bored, why don’t you go play?” I asked him and he caught my stare in the three mirrors before me.

“Well, dresses are best to me on the floor or pressed up around the hips,” he said and the seamstress tried to ignore him. I laughed as I usually do when he gets all dirty.

“I could say the same for pants.”

He stood up and walked up behind the seamstress who was on her knees beside me. He looked down and touched her hair and she looked up at me and I took a breath.

“Money is power but sex is control.” He suddenly wrapped his hand up into her hair and she hissed slightly. I stepped down and looked at her and then at him.

“What makes you think she would just fuck you, Ryan?” I asked him and got onto his knees behind her and slipped his hand up onto her breast as he held money in his hand. She saw it and then placed her hand on it and took the money like a whore. I tilted my head as he reached down in between her legs and started to press his hand against her pussy which I was sure was becoming wet as mine was watching him. Then he pulled her head sideways and started to kiss her neck and I did what I did not expect to do.

“Stop,
” I said and he did. He let her go and she stood up and stared at me.

“I will place $10,000 into your account and you will never come back here. Do you understand me?”

She nodded and left us quickly as Ryan stayed on his knees and watched me with curiosity.

“Beth?”

I turned and tears ran down my face and I suddenly knew something had come to pass, something I dreaded. I loved him. Me. Cold hearted Bethany. I loved him. The greatest whore of New York City. Fuck me.

I kicked him out and had not talked to him for three days. The party was quickly approaching and I could not bring myself to call him and ask him to be my escort. In fact I was so tempted to just toss up my black book and let it land on anyone, anyone would do. I certainly could use a distraction. I need that now. I wake up thinking of him; I go to bed thinking of him. I step out thinking I see him hailing a cab, walking across the street, calling out my name. When I close my eyes, I see his face, eyes, lips. I feel his heat against me, his cock inside of me and regardless of my failure to ward off love; I have found myself fingering my clit to orgasm a few times since I told him to leave. He must think that his game with the seamstress pushed me over the edge and how I bounce back from this with him is beyond me. I had told him that day that he bored me and it was over and in my mind I know I need to stick with it but my heart says otherwise. My heart tells me that I may have met my match here and it pisses me off more than anything else.

Holland played with
my hair and held it up next to my face as I stared into my large Victorian vanity, imported, worth a shit ton of money and just another present from Father. I took a breath and she smiled at me.

“Definitely up, with that dress.” She eyed the dress on the mannequin behind me, which was already done. The seamstress had done an amazing job on it and had employed a few to get it done in
record time. I am sure Miko thought I would have no time to pull off something appropriate but she has no idea how I get things accomplished when pushed. I mean she should…I am my Father’s daughter. In the end I am sure she was just trying to fuck with me as she always does. I have not been kind to her anyway and I would guess this game will continue on for as long as we live. We will see who lasts longer.

I stood up and walked to the dress and played with the jewels sewn into it. It had cost thousands; the exact amount did not concern me at all. In fact
, every time I looked at it all I saw was Ryan’s hand slipping in between that cunt of a seamstress’s thighs and I flinched when Holland stepped up behind and wrapped her arms around me. I then smiled and turned to her and touched her face.

“I do love you,
” I said as I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth and she closed her eyes and allowed me to do it. Holland has always been good for me. She is a buffer from reality. A nice little ball of happiness and trust that I could always rely on. I pulled back from her and she smiled at me.

“So, he is gone
, huh?”

I raised an eyebrow and turned back to the dress.

“Do you want to be my date to this bullshit?” I asked her and she laughed.

“Oh that would be a sight. Your Father would die i
f you actually brought me as a ‘date’.”

I turned back to her and grinned.

“I know. That is why I asked you.”

She laughed and shook her head and then stopped as she realized I was serious.

“You mean dancing and kissing and all of that?”

“Of course, I mean that is what dates do right?”

She walked back to my vanity and dropped down, staring into the mirror. I stepped up behind her and started to play with her hair.

“Just imagine how we will be the focus of the whole night Holl
and. Two lesbians, all grabbing…”

She turned and looked up at me.

“No one will have me after that, Beth.”

I touched her face and smiled.

“Everyone will want you Holland, they would be a fool not too and they will hide it but you never wanted marriage anyway.”

She turned back to the mirror and picked up my lipstick and opened it up. She started to put it on her lips and I reached down and grabbed her breasts as she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Plus, I will pay you.”

“I don’t need money,” s
he said and I stopped and turned her face to me.

“What then?” I asked her and she grinned.

“I want power.”

“And you will receive it.”

I then kissed her as Ryan’s face flashed into my mind, infuriating me and I pulled her to the floor with me.

****

I sat in the car and stared up at the lights flashing in the sky above my Father’s house. It looked like a fucking movie premier in Hollywood. Red carpet, celebrities, no expense spared. In fact they hired a band. When I say “a band” I mean the Rolling Stones. My Father’s favorite and Miko’s. Ridiculous. Always over the top and why I complain is beyond me, well actually it is not. I fucking hate her and him too. This is my mother’s house. She built it up with décor and hired the entire staff while my Father only preyed on them and made the ugly ones quit and replaced them with young cute women of whom he could fuck easily. I blinked as the door opened and the driver helped me out of the car. Holland was already right behind me and I stopped as camera’s flashed and then I took her hand into mine and grinned. If anything, Miko would be overshadowed by my “coming out” so to speak with Holland. No one knew I was bi-sexual yet and although my Father loves to be sexually promiscuous, he has never accepted homosexuality which I found ape like. He is a biased idiot. He funds anti-gay corporations and the list goes on. Just one more reason to fucking hate him like I do but most of all this is about spite and bitterness. This is about hurting him, Miko, and forgetting all about this “love” thing I have setting in my stomach for Ryan. He is not capable of love anyway so for me to fall for that shit is ridiculous.

I heard my name called out
and I turned to see more cameras flashing and then a long black limo pulled up and more celebrities piled out of their cars. All the hottest actresses and actors and as the cameras trained their eye onto them I became a bit irritated. I then grabbed her and touched her face as my Father stepped onto the balcony toasting the crowd with Miko at his side. Father tapped the mic and all became silent in the crowd as they looked up at him like some God.