A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (29 page)

“You’ll
have to do better than that, sweetheart. What do you want me to do with you?”
He knew he was once again taking her out of her comfort zone, but that was what
his ten nights plan was all about, he reminded himself. It was about pushing
her beyond what she was used to, and about encouraging her to let go and
surrender to his will.

She
couldn’t believe he was going to make her say the words. She wished he would
just get on with it so it would be over and she could leave, rather than
continuing to humiliate her as he was. Didn’t he care for her at all? The ruler
came down on her sore ass again then, as she struggled to find the courage to
speak. “Fuck me, Sir!” She had meant only to speak the words, but the sudden
pain forced them from her in a scream.

Jason
chuckled and threw the ruler on the floor before undoing his pants. He slid
them and his boxers down to reveal his length, almost as long, and just as
hard, as the ruler, and with one thrust he entered her fully.

With each
thrust he claimed her as his own; claiming her in his eyes, in hers, and in the
eyes of everyone else in the room. There was no doubt in any of their minds who
Carla belonged to, she was his, and his alone.

Carla felt
her body tense with each stroke, a strange excitement filling her at the
knowledge that more than a dozen people were watching them. She was ashamed of
her excitement, and turned on by it at the same time. Her arousal made her feel
all the more ashamed, but as her release approached she grew less and less
concerned with the other people in the room, until finally she came, screaming
her orgasm for all the world to hear.

Guilt
would come later, she was sure, but just then all she could think of was the
feel of his hardness inside her as he withdrew and plunged into her, over and
over again, with increasing speed. When he finally pulled out of her and she
felt his seed fall on her back and buttocks she knew she had pleased him.

It wasn’t
until just before he came that Jason remembered he had once again forgotten to
put on a condom. He was relieved that he’d pulled out in time, but he couldn’t
believe that he’d made the same mistake as he had the night before; it just
wasn’t like him to lose control to such an extent.

“This
meeting is adjourned,” he said breathlessly as he took some tissues to wipe
himself clean before he pulled his underwear and trousers back up. “I expect to
have your reports sent to my office later in the week, you’re excused.”

A few
chuckles filled the room at Jason’s words and everyone around the table got to
their feet and dispersed. Carla however remained bent over the table, shocked
at what she had allowed to happen. She waited until she was alone with Jason and
then slowly pushed herself up so she was standing once again. “Is there a
bathroom close by, Sir?” she asked, her voice quiet  as she thought about what
she had permitted Jason to do to her, with her, in front of a crowd of
strangers.

“Right
through those doors, sweetheart.” Jason pointed to a door at the back off the
office.

She
quickly gathered her clothes and ran off to clean herself up. The bathroom was
small, and there was only a sink and paper towels for her to use, but she did
the best she could, sure she had missed at least some of his seed when she
finished.

Two more
nights, she thought to herself as she cleaned herself and then dressed,
uncomfortably aware that she no longer had any panties to wear. Just two more
nights and then it would be over, she told herself over and over; she didn’t
know if she would stay with Jason after that, not given the things he had
convinced her to do.

Forcing
herself not to cry, she refused to give in to the tears, she stood before the
mirror, studying herself, trying to work out what she had become, what she had
allowed herself to become. It was clear to her that she couldn’t continue the
lifestyle, no matter how much she loved Jason, it was just too damaging to her,
both psychologically and emotionally.

Despite
that realization she was determined to finish out the ten nights. She knew it
was stupid to do so, and pure stubbornness on her part, but she refused to
change her mind. She had started the ten nights, and she would see them through
to the finish, no matter how bad it got.

Her
resolution made, Carla returned to the conference room.

“You okay,
sweetheart?” Jason asked, grinning and pulling her into his arms.

“I’m fine,
Sir,” she whispered softly, and she was, though only because she knew, deep in
her heart, that she would be leaving him soon.

“I’m very
proud of you,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “I think we are going to make
wonderful magic together.” He knew if he could get his shit together, and not
make stupid mistakes like forgetting condoms, he had found himself a submissive
that he would happily call his.

His words
almost broke Carla’s heart; she wanted to tell him that their time was nearly
at an end, but just couldn’t bring herself to. “Two more nights, Sir,” she
whispered as she held tight to him.

“Two more,
sweetheart.” He held her in his arms for a few moments longer before pulling
away. “Would you like to see some more of Playa Del Carmen? Or would you prefer
to go back to the resort?” he asked. “I know you must be keen to shower and
freshen yourself up, but I can arrange that here if you like.”

Knowing
that she might never have another opportunity to see the island, Carla nodded
and smiled. “That would be good, Sir, thank you. I would love to see more of
the island.”

Together
they walked back to the elevator, hand in hand, and returned to the limousine,
which was waiting for them outside. After a quick shower, which Jason arranged
at a nearby hotel, paying for a night in a suite just so they could get cleaned
up, they went for lunch at a restaurant that overlooked the ocean, as
everything seemed to do in that area.

With lunch
finished they went shopping. Carla would have been happy to just explore the
island and see the various sights it had to offer, but Jason insisted on taking
her shopping. Over her protests he lavished money on her, buying her clothes
and jewelry, though all she really wanted to buy was a few souvenirs to remind
her of her time in the islands.

When Carla
finally persuaded Jason to stop spending money on her they returned to the
waiting powerboat for the journey back to their resort.

There was
just enough time for them to pack up their belongings and have an early dinner,
at which they were joined by Daniel and Scarlett, before they made for the
airport so they could return home. The dinner was an embarrassing affair for Carla,
who couldn’t get past the memory of Daniel watching as she was fucked by Jason.

She wasn’t
the only one whose mood was off. Despite her embarrassment, and her
distraction, Carla couldn’t help noticing that Scarlett was strangely quietly.

Carla
didn’t know what was wrong with her friend, and didn’t want to ask while the
men were around. She hoped things weren’t going sour between Scarlett and Daniel
since he seemed to make her best friend happier than she’d ever seen her. She
hoped even more fervently that the events of the morning, and what Daniel had
witnessed between her and Jason, wasn’t the cause of whatever was wrong.

By the
time the jet landed in New York Carla was exhausted, and she declined Jason’s
request to stay the night at his place. It was late but she begged off, saying
she needed some real rest after such a tiring holiday. Reluctantly he agreed,
and had his driver divert to drop her and Scarlett off before taking Daniel
home and then making for his mansion.

Reaching
the door of her room Carla was ready to fall asleep in her clothes; she
promised to call Scarlett, who seemed as tired as she was, the moment she woke
the next day and made her way through to the bedroom. She stripped quickly,
throwing the clothes into the corner of the room, out of the way, and then slid
beneath the sheets. The moment her head hit the pillow she was asleep.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Carla was
woken the next morning by her alarm clock, which went off at its usual time. It
wasn’t until she had stumbled from her bed and was in the shower that she
realized she didn’t have to get up because she no longer had a job to go to.

Briefly
she debated going back to bed and sleeping for a while longer, but she quickly
abandoned that idea, the shower had done what it always did and she was wide
awake. She knew that if she returned to her bed it would take her forever to
get back to sleep, and that would annoy her more than staying up and feeling
tired later.

Finishing
up her shower Carla dried off and then continued with her usual morning
routine. Throughout it all she considered her options for the day. Since she
didn’t have a job to go to she needed to do something with her time.

There was
no point in making a start on her search for a permanent, post-graduation job,
she decided. She needed to get through her final two nights with Jason and
return to a normal life before she could afford the energy it would take to do
that.

Could she
go back to a normal life? What did normal even mean anymore? As it occurred to
her that she no longer knew what normal was, and had no idea if she could put
everything that had happened with Jason behind her, tears filled her eyes.

She
refused to allow the sudden emotion to overwhelm her, and with an effort she
forced back the tears as she finished her breakfast.

With no
job to go to, and no point in her looking for another, more permanent one, at
that time, Carla found herself at a bit of a loss for what to do. It was clear
that she needed to do something with her day, if only to keep her mind
occupied.

Her
immediate thought was to call up Scarlett and see what she wanted to do; Scarlett
nearly always had something she wanted to do, and it was usually so much fun
they forgot all about whatever might be troubling them.

Thinking
of Scarlett reminded Carla of her friend’s strange attitude during the journey
home the previous evening. Immediately she fetched her phone to call her so she
could find out what had been wrong.

When the
call went straight to voice mail Carla became worried and hurriedly pulled on a
pair of shorts and a tank top so she could walk over to Scarlett’s room. She
banged on the door when she got there, not letting up until the door swung open
and she saw her friend standing there.

“What’s
with the banging?” Scarlett wanted to know, leaning tiredly on the door and
yawning. “It’s still early.”

“I was
worried about you, hon,” Carla said, relieved to see her friend was alright.
Walking into the room she dropped onto the couch; she too was still tired and Scarlett’s
yawn had set her off, for a couple of moments that was all either of them could
do, yawn. “Is everything alright? You looked pretty upset at dinner yesterday,
and all through the journey home, then you’re phone went straight to voice mail
when I tried to call you.”

“I’m fine,
just tired.” Having joined Carla on the couch Scarlett curled up and rested her
head on her friend’s shoulder. “This weekend wore me out, that’s all, Daniel
especially. He’s always the same when we go away, can’t get enough. I think it
makes him extra horny doing me in fancy hotels.

“How about
you? How you hanging on, hon? Still determined to see this shit through to the
bitter end?” Scarlett could quite keep the mocking tone out of her voice, but
she quickly apologized, seeing the look on her friend’s face. “Sorry, hon, just
ignore me, I’m too tired to think straight. Seriously though, are you alright?”
Lifting her head she stared into her friend’s face, examining her as if she
could work out her friend’s frame of mine from what she saw there.

“I’ll be
fine,” Carla answered, forcing a smile. She didn’t want to discuss the
situation between her and Jason just then, she was sure if she did she would
only start crying again, she preferred to put the situation from her mind until
it was necessary for her to think about it. “There’s only two more nights, I’ll
make it through.

“So, what
have you got planned for today? Anything?” she asked, changing the subject
quickly when she saw her friend was about to say something about either her or Jason.

“Nothing
specific, but I was hoping to get more out of here.” Scarlett looked around the
dorm room in distaste, and Carla noticed for the first time the number of boxes
sitting in the corner of the room, all packed up, though none of them were
labeled to indicate their contents, a lack that made her fingers twitch. “How
close to being packed up are you?”

“Almost done,”
Carla told her. She’d been packing during whatever periods of free time she had
before the trip and knew she could be finished with just a few hours of steady
work. The dorm rooms didn’t allow much room for hoarding, which meant she
hadn’t acquired much clutter, and that made it easier. “If everything is good
with you, maybe I should finish up and we can get a few things moved into the
condo today.”

“Well I’m
pretty much finished already, I can be done in about half an hour; I just have
to throw the last few things into a box. I’ll get that done and then come over
and help you out. The sooner we leave this place the better, as far as I am
concerned, even if we are moving into a condo bought by daddy,” she said the
last part with a  heavy dose of bitterness.

“Sounds
like a plan to me, girlfriend; have you got any extra boxes?”

“I do.”
Feeling much more awake Scarlett practically jumped to her feet and made her
way into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with four large,
flat-packed boxes and a bag of polystyrene packing filler. “I’ll be over just
as soon as I’ve dressed, had something to eat, and sorted myself out. See ya
soon.”

Scarlett
was good as her word; within half an hour she had joined her friend and was
helping with the packing.

While Scarlett’s
packing was haphazard, untidy, and quick, she just threw things into a box
until it was full and then moved on to the next box, Carla’s packing was much
more organized, not to mention time-consuming. She insisted that everything be
kept in groups and packed neatly, with the boxes clearly labeled so when it was
time to unpack she would be able to find everything easily.

“Sorry, hon,”
Carla apologized when they had taped up the last box, almost four hours after
starting. “I didn’t think it would take this long, I had no idea I had this
much stuff hidden away.”

“It wasn’t
how much stuff you’ve got that took us so long,” Scarlett remarked, stretching,
relieved that they were finally finished. “It was your fussy need to pack
everything neatly, not to mention label it, and your general need to be
organized. You know how much I hate that.

“Oh just
ignore me.” She flapped her hand at the look on her friend’s face. “It’s done
now, that’s the important thing, and now we can get it shifted to the condo.” Taking
out her cell phone she made a quick call. “A few of the guys are going to help
take the boxes down to the cars; we need to go pull them round to the front.”

Carla
couldn’t help laughing as they walked down the stairs. “I don’t know how you do
it; I swear you can get guys to do whatever you want.” Scarlett’s phone call
had resulted in five athletic men arriving at the door of her room in next to
no time, all of them desperate to please Scarlett.

“There’s
one that doesn’t do my bidding,” Scarlett said with a laugh, thinking about Daniel.
He was the only man in her life that refused to give in to her every desire,
and she was sure that was the reason she cared so much for him, when every
other man who had shared her bed over the years had been disposable.

For the
next half an hour there was little room for conversation as both their cars
were packed to overflowing, which wasn’t difficult to manage since neither of
them had a big car. When the cars were packed up Scarlett gave each of the guys
a quick kiss and a smile, which left them panting like dogs that had been
rewarded for behaving well, and then she slid behind the wheel of her car.

“I’ll
follow you to the condo,” Carla called out as Scarlett pulled away. It was just
as well her new car was fast, if she’d been driving her old car she’d have lost
sight of her friend before she made it out of the college campus.

The drive
to their new home didn’t take long, mostly because Scarlett was racing along,
forcing Carla to stay above the speed limit in order to keep up with her. She
was relieved when they arrived at the condo without being pulled over by the
police, though her relief was short-lived.

Pulling up
in front of the building Carla parked behind Scarlett’s car and got about. She
was about to say something about her friend’s fast driving when she saw Scarlett
throw her arms around Daniel, who was waiting for them. The sight of Daniel
made her groan inwardly; it was going to be some time before she felt
comfortable around him she realized.

Daniel
smiled and lifted Scarlett into his arms, as hers went around his neck, before
acknowledging Carla. It was clear from the way she was avoiding eye contact
that she was still feeling awkward about what had happened the previous day,
not that he blamed her. She was Scarlett’s best friend however, and he didn’t
want to make things difficult for his girl by having weirdness between the two
of them. “Let’s get these boxes upstairs and then I’d like to buy you ladies
lunch.”

“I’ll
probably just hang around here and start sorting stuff out,” Carla said with a
smile that she hoped reached her eyes. “You two can have lunch without me.” The
last thing she wanted was to be a third wheel at a lunch, especially when she
didn’t feel very comfortable around Daniel.

“Carla,
you can’t avoid me forever.” Daniel smiled to show he wasn’t angry with her. “I
know you’re embarrassed, but honestly, you have no reason to be.”

Scarlett
looked from Daniel to Carla and back again, confused. “Um, what am I missing
here?” She trusted both of them, but it was obvious something had happened that
she didn’t know about, and that worried her slightly.

“That’s Carla’s
story to tell, baby.” Lifting one of the larger boxes he walked toward the
front door of the condo complex.

“He just
witnessed one of my nights with Jason,” Carla said quickly, “Or I guess I
should say day since it was at the office.” She didn’t want to talk about it
any further than that so she hurriedly grabbed one of her boxes and walked off.

Scarlett
knew Carla had been gone the previous day, but she had had no idea that
anything had taken place at the office. Grabbing a box she trailed after her
boyfriend and her best friend, thinking that Carla’s explanation was far from
sufficient, even if then wasn’t the best time to pursue the matter.

With three
of them unloading the cars it didn’t take long, even if some of the boxes were
a bit too heavy for the girls to manage easily on their own, and soon enough
they were stood in the middle of the condo, surrounded by boxes, looking
pleased with themselves. All that was left for them to do was to turn in the
keys to their dorm rooms and sign out; once they did that they would be
finished with school forever, a thought that pleased them both very much.

There was
no furniture in the condo just then, all the furniture they had been using for
the past few years belonged to the school and came with the dorm rooms, but
that didn’t matter. As far as Scarlett was concerned, the lack of furniture was
just another excuse to go shopping, not that she needed one. Better than the
opportunity to spend money was the chance to make the condo, which she was only
reluctantly accepting, her own by decorating and furnishing it how she wanted.

“Before I
forget, Carla, here’s your key.” Scarlett dug into her purse out pulled out
small key ring, shaped like an island girl, complete with grass skirt and
coconut bra, from which hung a key. She handed it over with a smile, but
quickly turned serious as she said, “We will be talking about what happened at
the office, and why Daniel was there.”

“I’ll tell
you what ladies, I’ll go pick us up some Chinese and give the two of you some
time to talk. Would you like anything in particular, Carla?” he asked, he
already knew what his girl enjoyed.

“I’m not
very picky, I’ll eat whatever you bring back.” Carla kept her eyes on her
friend as she spoke. “Let me give you some money.”

“Don’t
worry about it, I’ve got this.” He waved at Scarlett and was gone before Carla
had a chance to argue the matter.

“Alright,
spill it,” Scarlett demanded, dropping cross-legged onto the wooden floor.

Joining
her friend on the floor Carla felt her cheeks redden as she went over the scene
from the day before. She kept her description of what had happened between her
and Jason as straightforward as she could, and hurried through it as quickly as
possible. “It’s just really hard to be in the same room with your boyfriend,
knowing how much of me he saw yesterday.”

“Wow, just
wow.” Scarlett was flabbergasted. If someone had told her a few weeks ago that
her virginal friend would have allowed some man to take her in front of a room
full of people she would never have believed them. In fact she would probably
have laughed in their face and asked for some of whatever they were taking.