Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1) (13 page)

              Amy kissed me, leaning over Sarah’s shoulder. As I kissed Amy I thrust myself into Sarah, her startled moan grabbing my full attention. Sarah was able to speak between every thrust I gave her. “Come, ah,” she moaned loudly again. “Amy, my dear, come here,” she tapped the ground next to her. Amy obliged and positioned herself onto all fours. Her beautiful wet pussy presenting itself in front of both Sarah and me. I sucked down hard on Sarah’s luxurious breasts. Sarah began fingering Amy as she engulfed my every thrust with her glorious pussy.

              “I can give you everything you ever wanted,” she promised in her Swedish accent. I thrust into her again, the jolt making her smile. She rolled her eyes in pleasure as I continued to pound into her. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grunted, trying to hold off. Sarah’s moans became louder and my grunts began. God, I couldn’t keep this in for much longer.

              I looked around, having nowhere to blow.

              “Cum in me, Hayden, its fine,” Sarah said before a wave of moist heat swept through her and she arched into her orgasm. My cock tightened at her wetness and my cock began to pump into her. I held myself over her shoulder, my breaths heavy as I finished my load. After I had entirely blown into her she sheepishly smiled and nibbled at my ear.

              “That, my dear, is only a small taste of what I can offer you,” she said, kissing my collarbone.

Chapter Twenty-One

M
onday morning had an icy chill to it. My arms were still exhausted from yesterday. For the most part of the day I worked out, unable to get the images of the night before out of my mind. My time with Sarah and Amy was something most unexpected and Sarah had made her point very clear. She was sensual, smart, and beautiful, and she knew it.

              “Sorry I’m late,” Jenniva said, breaking into my daydream.

              “You’re early,” I said with a smile, opening the front door of the coffee shop. The two rows of flowers at the front of the store had a glaze of frost on them. Jenniva adjusted her scarf and walked in front. There were only a few others here so early. The shop had probably only just opened. Jenniva sat down at a booth and adjusted her bag. She grabbed the attention of the waiter behind the wooden bar.

              “Just two,” Jenniva raised two fingers. “Cappuccino, isn’t it?”

              “Thank you,” I said with a warm smile. “So, how have you been?”

              “Really good,” she tucked part of her hair behind her ear. “To be honest, I wanted to tell you something, which is why I organised this meeting. I know we’ve been seeing each other for a little under a year, but we both know it is nothing serious.” Her words felt like a jab to the chest. I only smiled at her, trying to let it sweep over me. “I’ve actually started seeing somebody.”

              “Oh… that’s great. I’m really happy for you,” I said with a smile before thanking the waiter who brought our cappuccinos.

              “He’s studying to be a doctor. My parents love him,” she beamed with happiness.

              “I’m really happy for you,” I said again, realising that I was repeating the same words. I didn’t actually think I would be upset by hearing this, no matter how surprised I was by it. I had used this lie on many women before.

              “Hayden, you’re a great guy and everything. But I think you have to sort yourself out before you step into a serious relationship,” she said kindly.

              “Have you been psychologically evaluating me?” I asked with a smile. But her expression was both sheepish and deliberate as well. So she had done some sort of an evaluation on me. “Well I would love to hear it,” I said faint-heartedly.

              “You won’t get mad?” she whispered and searched around us to make sure not many could hear. As if in secrecy, I also looked around and gave her the ‘okay.’

              “I’m still studying, so I apologise if I got anything wrong,” she inhaled deeply and then continued. “I think you’re a great guy and you are very sensitive, which made me believe that you have had a woman complex from a young age. You love women’s attention and making them happy, which made me fall back to abandonment issues either from a close woman in a previous relationship or even further back, your mother. You’re respectful and gentle, however your obvious anger at times also led me to believe that you had an abusive parent. Probably father, because you are so delicate with women.” My heart froze as she continued. Did someone tell her all of this?

“You seem like a guy who would be very good as a father or husband, but don’t stick with one women because you feel as if you might disappoint them, it is an insecurity thing. To the point you work out so much and care so much for both your looks and charisma because you doubt yourself and have low self-esteem. You’re fruitful in your career, and driven probably because you never had anyone acknowledge your achievement at a young age. Most people in such circumstances do nothing with their lives, but I believe that’s what drives you.” Her every word pierced me. “In short, I think that you are so charismatic towards women because you have never known love, and I believe most of it is probably from the childhood issues I mentioned.”

I looked at her evenly. I wanted to take a deep breath, but didn’t want to make it obvious that her every word struck true. I had an alcoholic, abusive father. My mother abandoned me at four. And my father, well I left him a long time ago for good reasons.

“How’d I do?”

              “You’ll never know,” I smiled charismatically. I was covering up my wounds. How could or would I ever share these secretes and truths about me with someone? To a woman and expect her to look at me the same?

              “You’re funny, Hayden,” she said, looking at her phone. “I’m sorry, I really have to go. I wanted to stay longer but this is important. The coffee’s on me,” she beamed as she rose. “It’s been lovely knowing you, Hayden,” she said, leaning over the table to press a kiss to my forehead. “Good luck with everything.”

              She practically skipped out of the room. So that is what they consider young love? I left my coffee on the table. I felt she had ripped open a very old wound. I walked to my car feeling numb, bitter, and wounded. The time it took for me to drive to work didn’t ease the pain. My mind was blank, only flashbacks of my father beating me came back. What would a woman do if she knew of my past? How could she still find me attractive?

              I sat in Gregory’s office and stared at the list that held the five women’s names on it. What stupid game was I playing? How could I possibly want to settle down with one woman? Maybe there was a good reason why I covered up and settled for being by myself all these years.

              I heard the click of the front door open and close. Shortly after, Amber was at the door of Gregory’s office, staring at me.

              “What’s up now?” she asked. I looked at her side on, not getting up from my slouched position. She looked at the board with the names on it and gave me an inquisitive look. “What happened?” She took the seat next to me and waited for me to speak. But I didn’t want to. My mouth felt dry.

              “Did one dump you?” she asked. After a long silence, she grabbed my ear and pulled me towards her, causing me pain. “Ey, don’t ignore me, what happened?”

              “Yea, I guess you could call it that,” I said, looking back at the board. Amber said from the start Jenniva was too smart for me and would pull me apart. “You were right,” I sighed. Amber had even mentioned ‘Mother issues.’ I laughed at myself. How had I been so stupid?

              “What about?” she gently asked. Usually it would be a smart comment like, ‘of course I was.’ Instead, she leant her head on my shoulder. “Hayden, you know you can talk to me.” She grabbed my hand and looked up at me with a smile. “Don’t take this the wrong way. But you can talk to me.”

I smiled, and, after a few seconds, decided to open up. “Apparently I have abandonment issues from my mother leaving me when I was four, and there are obvious signs that directly link to my father’s alcoholic and abusive ways. You were right, Jenniva picked me apart,” I said with a large exhale. It felt like a weight had lifted off my chest saying it out loud, and yet, I felt like it had opened up a lot inside of me that still needed to be healed. “Basically, I guess I’m just fucked up,” I said with an insincere smile.

              “Well, you know what we do to Jenniva then.” Amber jumped out of her chair and walked over to the white board. She grabbed the eraser and rubbed her name out. “Makes it easier on you; her loss anyway I say,” Amber said seriously, crossing her arms over her chest. “Now perk your ass up and become that Hayden I know and hate.”

I rolled my eyes at her.

“I’m serious Hayden, you are not the man you are because of what your dysfunctional parents did to you. If that were the case we’d all be fucked up. You are Hayden Zilch, self-made. You are a magnificent role model in the real world and as you would say, ‘damn fine.’ Honestly, it is her loss. You will figure it out and if you ever need to talk you know I am here. But I won’t work with a depressed Hayden.” She grabbed both sides of my arm chair. “You are Hayden Zilch, not the boy you remember in the past. You’re a man now Hayden, someone who is thinking about settling down and starting his own family. Don’t think about the father you used to have, but think of the father you will be. Any woman is lucky to have you; you’re not dysfunctional.”

              I smiled at her. “Can I kiss you?” I asked sincerely.

              “Go fuck yourself, Hayden,” Amber said, her Italian accent thickening. She stepped towards the door, a smile spreading over her lips. “But seriously, you jackass, if you need anything, you know you have the best personal assistant in the world, come and talk to me.”

              “Thank you, Amber,” I said before she walked out. I looked back at the board. She was right. And everything she said felt like it sept into my exposed wounds, filling them like a bandage until next time they would open. I smiled to myself in delight. I am Hayden Zilch.

My phone buzzed in my pants pocket. A message from Brandy?

             
Want to make a sex tape with me?

My lips stretched back in a wicked smile. I wanted to say, what the fuck, but was turned on at the thought. Yea, fuck it. I am Hayden Zilch and maybe sometimes my cock speaks louder than my head. But my god, these women knew how to drive me insane. I looked back up at the list and saw it in a new light. Only four candidates left. I stood up and turned the board onto its other side so no one could see. I walked out of Gregory’s office with a smug expression. I was excited for what would come next. I had pleased a lot of women in my day and I was absolutely ecstatic to see where this mission would lead me.

The song ‘Mambo number five’ rang in my head and I sang the words out loud. I was on the journey to find that one woman who would scream for me every day, who would love me flaws and all, who wanted to spend the rest of her days with me, for better or worse, and maybe have a hip or two replaced.

             
Fuck yes; I want to make a sex tape with you.

Taste

Taming Himself: Book Two

Coming Soon

Kia Carrington-Russell is a young author working on her first series: “The Three Immortal Blades”. Kia began writing at the age of fifteen in high school- finding that all her warped and strange dreams were giving her a fantastic new world- and since then she has never looked back.

Kia was born in a small town in Australia, moving around a lot at a young age until finding a stable town where she finished her schooling. Kia found herself enjoying and expressing herself through poetry, short stories and writing, photography, painting and drawing. All these mediums help Kia express the different world that she is so fond of.

In ‘Senior Art’ Kia focused on feminism and female empowerment; exposing through her work issues and concerns that many people would rather just “sweep under the rug”.

In one art installation, Kia made a bed out of Pokémon cards- the concept being that when she slept a new world would come to life and it was the only one she saw and constantly lived in.