“Oh God, Chase,” she pleads, under me.
And that. Pulling back, I memorize the way her legs are folded on either side of me. How she’s offering up that incredible pussy. Her stomach’s flat, barely moving; her tits are trembling with each thrust. All I want to do is go deeper, push harder, send her falling over the edge just to hear her scream. And she will.
With that, I let go, let her body show me what she likes, and let my own body take the lead. Her cry, and her sharp little nails, send me into a soul sucking orgasm that leaves me weak and replete.
And it leaves me wondering how I could ever think my life was complete before I found her. It’s not a place I ever wanted to be, and it makes me question everything I’ve done to get here.
14
Jasmine
I step out of the shower in the enormous en-suite bathroom, wrapping a fluffy towel around me. I feel a thousand times better than when I rushed in here to wash yesterday’s makeup off my face. I pull the brush through my hair, still incredulous at the change.
Nina packed a cute outfit, white shorts and a flowered off-the-shoulder top, for today. While I’m not thrilled about wearing those high heeled shoes, they fit the outfit. The fancy makeup bag is sitting on the corner of the sink, taunting me. I’m half afraid to try using anything in it. Maybe I could try something simple, mascara and gloss. It might be better to know what Chase has planned for today before working on my face.
Resolute, I move the bag out to the bedroom and continue through to find him at the desk. I can easily see him in a big office. He watches as I approach, his gaze moving over me. “Sorry to bother you. What do you have planned for today?” I grab a strawberry off the breakfast tray, popping it into my mouth.
He pauses for a moment. “I have some work to do, so you have the afternoon to yourself.”
His words knock the wind out of my sails. “Okay.” Nina’s words ring in my ears. We get all kinds. “Do I head out?”
“Yes, we can meet up for dinner.”
I understand why she kept the room open. “Okay. What time should I come back?”
“Give me your number.” He reaches for his cell. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“I don’t have a cell.” I haven’t had the money for something that would pretty much be a luxury, since I don’t have anyone to call.
“All right.” He nods. “How about you head back here for dinner at eight o’clock.”
“Let me grab my bag, and I’ll be out of your hair.” I head back to the bedroom and go straight to the phone. I stared at her card so long, I remember the number. I bite my bottom lip and dial.
“Hello,” she answers on the second ring.
“Hi. It’s Jasmine.”
“Morning,” she says tentatively. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. Chase is going to be working this afternoon, so I’m on my own.” I feel so lost after saying that.
“Are you going somewhere, or you want to go back to your room?”
“I’d like to go back to the room.” I wouldn’t get very far in this part of town with only a couple of bucks to my name. And I’m not about to ask if I can have an advance. “Yes, I’ll find something to keep myself busy.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
Picking up the bag, I head for the door. “I’ll see you later.”
“Sure,” he says, absentmindedly, having gone back to whatever’s on his laptop.
I turn the handle slowly, so I don’t make too much noise while he’s reading.
In the elevator, I study my reflection on the short ride. I’m still having a hard time connecting myself with the person in the reflection. This person seems a lot more put together than I am.
A quote from one of my favorite movies pops into my head, “The clothes maketh the man.” Whoever wrote it sure knew what they were talking about.
The door to the room is held open by the security latch. I push it open and peek in to find Nina reading something on her phone. As I’ve come to expect, she looks beautiful, this time in a sky-blue dress that hugs her body.
“Thank you. I’m so glad you kept the room open, just in case.”
She lowers her cell. “It’s like I told you, we get all kinds.” She gives me a friendly smile. “Everything go okay?”
Is this something girls do when they talk about boys-guys-men? I can’t bring myself to share intimate details. I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t quite know her or just because. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good,” she says, sounding pleased. “So, are you going to spend the afternoon here?”
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
“I have finals coming up so I can spend some time studying.” After everything that’s happened the last few days, my normal life seems so far away. “Chase said he’d see me for dinner, at eight.”
“Well, that may change.” She holds up her cell. “I need to get you a phone.” She gives me a direct look. Obviously, that was Chase getting ahold of her.
“I’m sorry.” I hesitate, not knowing how this would affect either one of us. “I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble. I didn’t think Chase was upset. He seemed distracted by whatever he was working on.”
“It’s not a problem.” She smiles. “I should have thought of that from the beginning. You have to be available to him at any point from delivery until Monday morning.”
“I understand.” After paying so much money, I can only imagine I’d be expected to be around whenever he wants me. Just that phrase, whenever he wants me, makes me all warm inside.
“It’s just odd to have someone who’s running around without a phone,” she explains.
“I suppose so.” I hitch a shoulder, embarrassment starting to set in. “I haven’t really needed one. Not that I could afford it even if I did.”
“I’ll have one for you in a little while.” She heads to the door. “Dinner tonight will be a bit more formal than last night. I’ll have a dress and shoes delivered to you this afternoon, along with something cute to wear under it.” She pauses.
“Oh, thank you.” Though now I have one more thing to worry about.
“You’ll find drinks in the mini fridge. Be sure to order lunch for yourself. Charge it to the room, and we’ll take care of it.”
“Will do.” I give her a self-assured smile that disappears the minute she shuts the door.
I drop the bag in the bedroom and reach for my laptop. My first instinct is to set up on the bed, the way I would back at the dorm when it was late and Heidi wanted the lights off. The big, sturdy businessman desk in the next room calls to me. I swing the strap on my backpack over my shoulder and head over.
I won’t look anywhere near as professional sitting here as Chase does. I pull out my laptop, plug it in then wait for it to come to life. Though I have more than enough to keep me busy, especially with finals coming up, my mind isn’t on homework.
I run my hands over the unscarred desk, remembering what happened on his just a few hours ago. Now I’m sitting here waiting to be summoned by the man who’s haunted my dreams for weeks. Meanwhile, he probably hasn’t given me a second thought.