Come Back To Me (10 page)

I couldn't help but blush
because we had an audience.

"Thanks Grant."

"Well are you ready? Can't
wait to put my hands, among other things on you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah okay
sure."

I was always told that men
thought of sex like every five seconds, but this guy must have been
setting a new record.

I waved goodbye to Gary and
Harold, as Grant ushered me out the front of the lobby with his
hand at the small of my back. His car was waiting by the curb, and
he held the door open and helped me inside. I watched him cross in
front of the vehicle, and gracefully plant himself in the driver
seat.

"Look Grant...we really need
to talk." I started.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound
good." he chuckled.

"Okay I'm just going to come
out and say it...the way you are going about things with me makes
me feel a tad uneasy. I mean you seem like a great guy and all, but
I think things are getting out of hand already."

"Okay, so you want me to
slow the fuck down? But you wear something so fucking sexy that my
dick is straining against my zipper? That just doesn’t seem very
fair now does it Emily?"

"Look, back up buddy! You
told me to wear something like this, and sent me some crazy ass
lingerie. What the hell was I supposed to do?"

"I'm sorry if I made you
feel uneasy. That was never my intention. I just think you are hot,
and wanted to show you a good time. The fact of the matter is I am
highly attracted to you and I believe that you are attracted to me
as well...am I wrong?"

"Grant, I think you know I'm
attracted to you, isn't it obvious?"

"By the response in your
office the other day I believe so."

I had to let out a laugh,
because he got me there.

"Yeah okay, I'm sorry for
being all defensive. I just don't like being someone’s booty
call."

"Who said you were my booty
call?"

"No one, I just-"

He interrupted "Then don't
assume Emily."

As much as he pissed me off
he was right, I was making this shit up because I had never been
pursued like this before. Maybe I needed someone like him, a guy
that would take the bull by the balls and show me what I needed. I
sure as hell didn't know at this point.

"No more assumptions, I'm
all yours Grant."

"You mean it?" his face lit
up.

"Well relatively speaking."
I bit back.

"I'll take it then. I have a
use for that little smart mouth of yours."

"Grant!"

"Okay, Okay. I get
it."

We drove for twenty minutes,
and pulled into a parking garage.

By the looks of the building
I figured we were at an apartment building of some sort.

"Where are we?" I
asked.

"My place."

"Whoa, hold up...what are we
doing here?"

"Having dinner
Emily."

"Yeah um okay,
but-"

"You seriously need to chill
out, remove the stick from your ass and live a little."

"You are so offensive and
crude."

"That's me!" he
smirked.

I couldn't help but smile at
his playfulness, he was after all a beautiful man and I was going
to be alone in his apartment with him. Oh God.

We reached his floor and he
unlocked the door. I stepped inside and was pleasantly surprised by
the decor. I figured him for an ultra-masculine theme, but it had a
certain feminine touch to it. I was impressed.

"What kind of wine would you
like?"

"If you have something
white, and sweet, that would be great."

"Coming right
up."

I walked around his living
room looking at pictures of him and some D-list celebrities. It
kind of made me giggle that he was so proud of them that he had
them hung in a collage style on the wall. As I looked around he
stepped up behind me, with my glass of wine.

"Here you are doll." He
handed me the glass.

I took a sip, and it was
yummy. "This is great, thanks."

"So I really don't cook, how
about takeout?"
"Really? You dragged me over here for takeout Grant."

"No. I dragged you over here
to fuck your brains out, but would like to feed you
first."

"Nothing like getting
straight to the point huh." I said dryly.

"Look doll, the only thing
on my mind right now is getting inside you and staying there for a
while."

As I looked in his eyes all
I could see was a feral hunger, for me.

What would it
hurt to just let myself go? After all this gorgeous man wanted me,
and it felt nice to be wanted.
Awe Hell.

I sat my wine glass on a
nearby end table, and stalked over to where he was. My sensual
skills were a little rusty so I hoped I wasn't making a complete
fuck tard out of myself.

When I got to him he was
practically drooling.

"God, I fucking want you."
He growled.

"Well the feeling is
mutual." I whispered.

"Let’s take this to my
bedroom, shall we?"

He grabbed my wrist and led
me down the hall to his bedroom. He flipped on the light and I was
in awe of the huge bed standing before me. The hunger in his eyes
was out of control, I felt like my panties might
combust.

He gently pushed me against
the wall. "Spread your legs for me."

I slowly moved my legs apart
and felt his hand grace my upper thigh. He moved his big hand
achingly slow toward my waiting sex.

He let out a groan when he
brushed up against the crotch of my silk thong. "Damn, you are
wet."

All I could do was
concentrate on the sensations he was producing through my body. He
pushed my panties aside and slipped a finger between my
folds.

"Take off your dress, but
leave your lingerie on." he whispered.

I did what he said and let
my dress pool at my feet, he took my hand while I stepped out of
it.

He gaze went from my feet to
the tops of my breasts, just taking in the sight before
him.

"Holy Fuck you are sexy." He
proclaimed.

"Thanks." I said
shyly.

"Are you embarrassed?" he
asked.

"No. Not really."

"Well you shouldn't be, you
are so damn hot."

His hand made their way up
and over the corset, and then back down to my panties. He hooked
his fingers inside the top of them and slipped them down my legs.
Every move was so sensual; I thought I might come just from his
slow actions.

Once I was free of my thong,
he slipped his finger back under my sex. I tilted my head back and
sucked in a deep breath of air.

"Go lay on the bed." he
commanded.

I walked over to the massive
bed, and lay on my back, making sure my head was propped on a
pillow.

I watched him as he
undressed at the end of the bed, and damn was it a sight. His
muscles were so well defined, and it made me want to trace my
tongue over every inch of him.

Once his shirt was gone he
undid the button of his pants, and then the zipper. He pushed them
to the floor and I gasped. He was commando! Holy Shit.

"Like what you see?" He
taunted.

I had no words at
that moment, only thoughts, very,
very
dirty
thoughts.

Grant climbed up on the bed,
and settled himself between my legs.

"Open for me doll.
Wider."

I spread my thighs ready to
take all of him in me. He moved up the bed and positioned his
throbbing member at my entrance.

"Wait." I
breathed.

"Are you having second
thoughts?"

"No. I just...we need a
condom."

"Fuck! I almost
forgot."

He reached in the top drawer
of the night stand and pulled out the protection. He ripped open
the packet with fierceness, and unrolled the latex onto his cock.
He repositioned himself, and began to push forward.

"Relax for me
doll."

I knew I was tense, and
forced myself to relax for his invasion. Before I could unwind
fully, he thrust forward with vigor, and his cock was buried deep
inside me. I felt a twinge of pain.

"Fuck, you are tight." He
growled. "Lift your hips so I can get in deeper."

Deeper?

I did as he asked and felt
him slide so deep that he bumped my cervix. He began to move in and
out so slow, and then he increased his speed. He was rubbing me
inside in all the right areas and I knew I wasn't far from a mind
blowing orgasm. I felt my body shudder, and he grew even harder
inside me.

Just as I felt my release
come over me he pulled out, ripped off the condom and spurted cum
all over the white corset I was wearing. He completely denied me of
coming!

He must have seen the look
on my face. "What’s the matter doll?"

"What do you think is the
matter Grant!”
"When you are in my bed I decide whether you get to come or not.
And tonight you don't get to."

"I'm not playing this game
with you!"
"The hell you aren't!"
I slipped from the bed, and reached to the floor to grab my panties
and dress.

"Where the fuck are you
going?"

"I'm leaving!"

He grabbed my arm pulled me
up, and threw me to the bed.

"What the fuck?" I
screamed.

"You aren't going
anywhere!"

Suddenly I felt like I was
in my worst nightmare. I was being pinned down by his massive
frame, and he was hard again.

"Please Grant, I don't want
this." I pleaded.

"It doesn't matter if you
want it or not, you are going to take it!"

I tried to keep my legs
closed, but his strength overpowered mine. He pried them apart and
sunk himself inside me. Completely bare.

"Oh. God. No!" I
screamed.

He put his hand over my
mouth. "Damn doll, you feel so fucking warm and wet."

He began plunging in and out
of me at a painful pace. I felt like my sex was being ripped apart.
I closed my eyes and tried to remove myself mentally from his
attack.

"Feels good doesn't it? It's
gonna feel even better with my cum inside of you"

"Grant, please."

Just then I felt his entire
body go rigid as he released his seed inside of me. When he was
done spilling himself, he moved his body from mine and stood beside
the bed.

"Go clean yourself up." as
he pointed to the bathroom.

I was so shamed, I wasn't
sure how this all happened.

I made my way to the
bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came out he was standing in
the doorway. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the
eyes.

"I don't peg you for much of
a nark, but if you tell anyone about this you won't like what will
happen."

I nodded. I was scared out
of my mind, and I just wanted to go home and take a
shower.

"I called you a cab, it's
waiting down stairs." He said.

I picked up my discarded
shoes, and made my way through his apartment.

"See you next time doll." he
promised.

His words made my stomach
ache; all I wanted to do was throw up.

When I returned home I made
a bee line for the bathroom, ripped off my clothes, threw them in
the trash and started running hot water in the bathtub. I needed to
get his scent off me.

I soaked in the tub for an
hour, and finally felt clean. I wanted to tell someone about what
happened, but his threat replayed in my head. I couldn't call the
cops, and if I called to confide in my mother, I was pretty sure it
would be on every news outlet in the country. The whole point of my
move here was to escape the spotlight, not reenter it.

I snuggled into my bed and
decided I would keep what happened to myself. I felt tears prick my
eyes, and I couldn't hold them back. They stung my cheeks like
honey bees in the summer. So this is what I was reduced to, a
whimpering baby.

Damn you
Grant
!

The rest of my week blended
in together, my mind wasn't where it was supposed to be at work and
my boss knew it. I really needed to talk to someone about what
happened to me but I also knew that things would get twisted around
and I would look like a slut. I didn't want to tarnish my image.
That was the one thing I was working so hard to fix.

Friday came around, and Mr.
Brewster was gracious enough to let me leave early.

"Hope you have a nice
weekend, Miss Mills." He said.

"Thanks, I'm hoping I
do."