Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

Lori and I arrived back at the same time, but she left quickly afterward to meet a client. The afternoon crept in, and the shadows of the house moved across the lawn.

Knowing that I would be somewhere else tomorrow gave me a thrill. I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. And then the thought of my parents appeared, and the happiness subsided. Damn it. I pulled myself from the dark place I went when I thought of them, closed my eyes, and then opened them quickly.

I would be somewhere else tomorrow. I tried to focus on that and that alone. The four mimosas I drank helped.

Not a soul stirred in the house. Not a car in the driveway. Quietness lingered.

A door closed upstairs and footsteps softly pounded down the hall. I sipped a bottle of water at the kitchen table as I checked the outrageous amount of spam email on my phone.

Mr. Felton walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and sat across from me at the table. I gave a half smile and then returned my attention back to my phone. He continued to stare.

"What?"

"You're always thinking about something. Even as you do what you're doing, you are always somewhere else. Your gears are always turning, aren't they?"

"Just wondering how I got on all of the spam email lists. Must be all the porn I'm subscribed to."

He chuckled and almost spit his water out on me.

"Watch it, buddy, don't get me wet."

He gave me that smile along with the look that said he would rip the clothes right off of my body if he could.

He swallowed, and then so did I. The tension went from slack to tight in five seconds. The next thing I knew, he was pushing his seat in and moving toward me. I stood as he stood beside me, my heart beating five hundred miles per hour, faster than V could drive, faster than I could imagine.

Mr. Felton moved my chair and lifted me onto the kitchen table, sliding everything that was in his way onto the floor. He laid me across the cold oak. His lips met my neck, and his fingers trailed up and down my arms. My dress found its way up my thighs, and his hands followed suit.

"No panties? You are scandalous, Ms. Downs. You scandalous little virgin."

"Shut up," I said.

His kisses, his touch, the intensity of his wanderlust across my body made me instantly wet. He continued to touch me in naughty places, playing with me. Placing one finger on the outside of my sex and then trailing around it slowly only to make my insides quake and beg for him.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, pleading with my eyes.

"Tell me," he said.

"I fucking love it."

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

I gulped and sat up on the table. The edge of it pressing into my butt, making indents. The slight pain prickled, and I reveled in it. I had never told a man what I wanted him to do, but there was a naughty inside girl that wanted, needed to be free. A naughty girl who desired to be fucked and wanted to be completely submissive to Mr. Felton, having him fulfill my sexual desires.

"You know what I want," I said as I slowly undid each button of his shirt and trailed my hands over his abs. He closed his eyes with delight, but I wanted to stare into them because I knew what he wanted.

He pounced on top of me and held my hands tight above my head. I opened my legs wide, and he thrust his hardness within his suit pants against me. My insides throbbed with a want so powerful that I moaned.

"Is this what you want?" He thrust harder on me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

"Yes. Yes," I panted and begged.

My hips naturally moved in motion, and I wanted nothing more than Mr. Felton to take me, to pound me, to become the rightful owner of my virginity.

"You want to be fucked, don't you? Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, sir. I want you to take me right here on this fucking table. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to think of me every time you sit at this table to eat dinner. Or drink tea. Or eat a fucking biscuit. Now."

He pushed onto me one last time and then let his face hover over mine as he focused on my mouth. He bit his bottom lip and all I wanted to do was suck on it. Warm breath danced on my face, and I reached up to kiss his mouth, but he pulled away and slid off of the table.

"I think you're ready. I'll inform the bidders that you'll officially consummate the deal, and the bid inquires will be placed for your virginity. Could happen as early as next Friday. Also, pack your bags. You'll be taking a trip with Luketon tomorrow and won't return for a few days."

After buttoning the perfectly white shirt, he adjusted himself, and then left the room. I balled my fists and swallowed the anger back.

All I wanted was Finnley Felton, and all he wanted was customer satisfaction.

Looks like I was fucked either way.

Lowering my dress, I picked up everything from the floor and tried to rearrange it exactly how it was before.

As I walked to the kitchen to grab a towel, Lori entered through the front door, and saw the spilled water across the wooden floor.

"What happened here, clumsy?"

"That's exactly what it was. Clumsy, clumsy, stupid ass me."

We laughed, and I cleaned up the mess. I couldn't tell her, but I wanted to. Some details were left better for me to deal with on my own. Together, we took the stairs two at a time, and before I made it to my room, I asked Lori if she wanted to help me pack because I would be going on vacation with Luketon. I jabbed about how excited I was, loudly because I wanted Mr. Felton to hear every fucking word I said.

As I closed the door, she gave me one of those be-quiet looks, and I explained to her that I knew already, that Mr. Felton told me when I got home.

"He did? Good. Do you know where you're going yet?"

"Nope. No clue. But I will be happy for a vacation."

She started pulling things from my closet and dresser drawers, and we had pieces of clothing for each type of weather packed. Bathing suits to sexy lingerie, even winter socks and sweaters. I would be gone for two days, so having a variety of things that all fit into a suitcase worked.

"What if he wants to have sex tomorrow?" I asked her. Worried that I wouldn't do it right.

"It doesn't work like that. When the management team thinks you're ready to give your virginity, they'll send out the inquiry letters to bidders. They must return a sealed envelope, and the one with the highest bid wins you."

"It will happen next Friday. Felton told me today."

"So quickly? What's changed?"

"Not sure. Maybe it's all the porn magazines he found in my room?"

She knew I was joking. It was something I joked about often. We laughed; she rolled her eyes, and then went about her business.

After dinner, I sat by the heated pool with my feet dangling in the steamy water. All the other girls were gone, which seemed to be the norm lately. The water dragged between my toes as I read a novel about witches and magic love potions. I laid back on the rock surface and continued to read. I only had a few more chapters left.

As I turned the next page, I saw Mr. Felton standing above me.

"You shouldn't be out here while it's this windy. You might get a cold."

"Why do you care?"

His eyes narrowed in on me. "Because it's my job."

I closed the book and tried to walk away. Mr. Felton grabbed my arm, the one without the book and pulled me toward him.

"Why are you leaving so quickly?"

"It's bedtime. I need to be rested for my trip tomorrow."

"You're a horrible liar."

"So are you."

He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, and then let it fall back into place. A small gesture, but one that said I had hit the nail on the head.

"I'm ready to get this over with. That's all. I feel…"

"Go on. Finish."

"I have too much sexual tension built up inside of me. You're driving me crazy. I want to experience sex and get it over with. It's a fucking burden."

He stared at me and didn't say a word.

"I've said too much. Etiquette training didn't work, did it?"

"Saying too much with clients and being truthful with me are completely different."

I sighed and tried to walk away.

"Come here." The demand in his tone made me cower.

He moved my hair over my shoulders and tucked the loose pieces behind my ears. The wind blew, causing hair to become disheveled and out of place. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching for the answer to a question. I stared back. Little pieces of his greens mixed with browns creating the perfect representation of autumn. I envied those eyes, that color, the ones that seemed to stand out in the night.

"I'm sorry about your wife," I said.

"Who told you?"

"The internet," I said making sure not to tell on Lori. His face went dark, and then he composed himself.

"Oh, yes. Must have gotten days' worth of reads from that. What else did you learn?"

"Your birthday, past girlfriends, your age, net worth, you know, everything all the rumor sites possibly could post about the hottest fucking CEO under the age of thirty, as one webpage put it. Did you know you have your own fan page? I wanted to warn them about how much of an asshole you were, and how half of those things weren't true but—"

Mr. Felton's lips were kissing my collarbone, trailing up my neck, and nibbling on my earlobe.