Consumed (Keeping her in the Dark) (8 page)

 I like to hear him say it, but not me. He chuckled a
little. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.” He caressed me again as he moved behind
me. He ran his hands over my ass and then he was inside me. His hands grasped
my hips and he thrusted inside me like he was in a race to come. “Tell me you
belong to me, Norah,” he said. “I belong to you,” I panted. I could hear him
grunting. “Tell me I am your man, baby!” his body against my back and his hands
grabbed my breasts. “You’re my man, Liam. My only man,” I kept panting. He
grabbed my neck again with one hand. “I control this. This pussy belongs to me.
I control it, you got that!” His grip tightened around my neck. I could still
breathe, but I wondered if this was going down the same road as the anal sex
episode. “Yes, you control me, baby. You know you do.” I could feel my orgasm
building in my stomach. “I’m close, I’m so close.” I leaned my head forward.
“No, you come when I tell you to and not until then.” He grabbed my hips and
thrust harder, until I heard him come. His head was next to mine rubbing
against my hair.

 “That was so good, baby. That was so good.” He released
my hands, and I instantly took off the blind fold. When my eyes adjusted I saw
him in the bathroom leaning against the counter. He splashed water on his face,
and grabbed a towel from the rack. He wiped his face, then started rubbing his
crotch. I leaned down and released my ankles. “Can you tell me what that was
about?” I asked. He was obviously having some control issues. I didn’t know
why. He needed to restrain me to have complete control. He needed to blindfold
me so he wouldn’t have to look in my eyes as he hit me. He needed to hit me to
punish me for something although I don’t know what. And for some reason denying
me orgasm was something he needed as well. He needed control. He slipped his
pants back on and handed me my robe. “I just wanted to do something more
exciting tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” I shrugged on my robe. “Are you sure
that’s it? It isn’t about something else? Because that was kinda harsh, and I didn’t
get a warning, either.” He didn’t say anything, but took my hand and we went
upstairs. When we got to the bedroom I went to the bathroom and looked at my
body in the mirror. My breasts were marked with several pink whelps. I could
see his red hand prints on my hips from where he grabbed me and thrusted. I
turned my back to the mirror and my butt looked the same. I had small round
whelps all over my cheeks, the same shape as the head of a flogger. I moved my
hair and surveyed my neck. I saw his hand mark and a hickey from the sucking. I
grabbed the jar of skin cream and walked back to the bedroom to ask him to rub
some on all the marks. He was asleep.

“It’s her first event, Will. The
first one she is in charge of all by herself, I can’t miss it…..I understand
this is an important meeting, but Norah’s career is important too. If she nails
this event she will be an event planner full time….It’s an anniversary party,
but that isn’t the point….I know Mr. McMillian wants to meet me, but I have to
support Norah. She says she wants to show me off or something…..well you are
just going to have to handle this without me.” As I turned to face my desk, I
saw Norah walk in the study. I wondered how long she had been standing there.
If she had heard my conversation. She soon answered my question. I sat down and
hung up the phone.

“You can’t come to my party?” she asked. I leaned on my
elbows.

“Of course I can. Will is just worried about some resort
weekend he planned to woo these new clients. I told him he could handle it
without me. I am staying here to support you.” She crossed her legs and took
her hair out of her pony tail. She leaned over and shook out her hair, then
flipped it back up over her head. “Well don’t make it sound like I’m twisting
your arm. If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to.” I stood up and walked
around the desk to her. “Norah, I want to be with you. I want to support you.
You aren’t twisting my arm.” I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to my
face. “I don’t think you have ever twisted my arm, do you?” She shook her head.
I gave her a chaste kiss then released her arms and walked across the room. “I
need to go into work for a bit today. But I should be home by lunch. Is that
okay?” I turned to face her. “It’s a Sunday, Norah. What could you need to do
today?” Before she could answer I kept going. “I think this would qualify as
taking time away from me, wouldn’t you?” This time I waited for her to say
something. “I’ll only be a few hours. We can got out for lunch, see a movie and
walk around the streets window shopping the rest of the day.” She was smiling,
so I smiled too.

I answered a few emails about the
chairs we were renting from a new company and the wait staff’s attire for the
event. I printed out a list of 25 names Mrs. Saunders wanted added to the
party. I forward the list to Tim and requested that he send out invitations
over night to the new 25 and then took out the seating chart and tried to see
where I could fit these new people.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses?” I looked up to see Nick
standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up and
took off my glasses. He smirked, walked in and sat in the chair across from my
desk.

“I didn’t invite you in and I certainly didn’t say you could
sit down.” He crossed his legs and pressed his pointer fingers to his lips.
“Norah, I just came here to talk.” I rolled my eyes and put my glasses back on.
I grabbed my eraser and leaned over my desk to get back to work. “I’m surprised
to see you here on a Sunday,” he said.

“Apparently most things I do surprise you.” I was impassive
and didn’t even look up. “The glasses suit you. You look intelligent and
focused.” He paused. “I like the yoga pants and fitted shirt as well. You’re very
trim and well proportioned, aren’t you Norah?” I snickered at the ‘well
proportioned’ comment. “That’s one I haven’t heard before, but thank you. I
guess.” I leaned back over and erased a few names and added some others.

“So what did Liam say to you?” This made me look up. “To
make you trust him, restructure your life for him….love him?” Again I took my
glasses off, but I didn’t know what to say.

“I mean, you’ve moved to another country to be with a man
that bought you. Most women would never forgive a man that bought her.” I still
didn’t say anything. “I heard you left him. Why did you come back?” He didn’t
seem to really want an answer from me. “What did he say to lure you back to him?”
He took a small rectangle package out of his suit jacket. It was wrapped in
black paper with a red burlap bow around it. He laid it down on my seating
chart. “I bought you a little present. Good luck with your new job and your new
life, Norah. I’ll see you soon.” He winked and walked out of my office. I
opened the package to find a small copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ by William
Goldman. It was black leather bound with silver writing. When I opened the
first page I saw his personal note.

Dearest Norah,

Your wish is my command.

Nick Meyers

I had no idea what it meant but I knew it wasn’t good. I
dropped the book in my top drawer and closed it. I knew if I took it home there
was a great chance that Liam would find it.

Monday morning I opened my office door to find a huge vase
of flowers sitting on my desk. I grabbed the card and read it.

Dearest Norah,

A rose for a rose

Nick Meyers

I crumpled the card in my hand and took the flowers into
Margaret’s office. I left them without a note. She wasn’t in yet, and I knew
she would love the flowers and the mystery that came along with trying to find
out who had sent them to her.

I worked quietly most of the day. Answering emails, making
calls and of course working on the new seating chart.

It was after noon when another assistant came in my office.

“Norah, there is a very attractive man out here that would
like to have lunch with you? If you can’t make time, I will.” I smiled and
shuffled some papers around my desk. I stood up and grabbed my purse. “No,
thank you, Kim, I will take the lunch date.”

Nick met me with a huge smirk and more flowers at the bottom
of the stairs. “I noticed you gave my flowers away, so I brought you some
more,” he was tapping his foot. I crossed my arms against my chest. “I’m not
going to lunch with you, Nick. Get over yourself!” I turned back and started
toward my office. “I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen in public with me, so
I brought lunch with me.” I looked back over my shoulder and he was holding out
two brown bags with the hand that didn’t have the flowers. I shrugged and went
back in my office. As I took off my jacket he followed me inside.

“It’s just food. We sit, we eat, and we talk. What’s the
problem?”

“You know the problem, Nick! Liam isn’t your biggest
supporter right now. He wouldn’t want me to even talk to you. You know he
doesn’t like to share, and he would consider this….sharing.” I slumped in my
chair. Whatever he had in that bag smelled wonderful. “No. He doesn’t want to
share you. We always shared things before.” He smiled again. “So, you think if
you and I become friends, if you somehow get me to trust you, Liam will forgive
you, and by extension…end up sharing me with you?” He didn’t say anything.
“Don’t you think I should have a say in that too?” He laid the flowers on my
desk.

 “It’s food Norah. I’m not asking for a blowjob. We can sit
and eat, and you don’t have to say a word.” He put the bags on the desk and
started taking out containers. He removed the bags and took the covers off the
food. He handed me what looked like an Asian salad with mandarin oranges and a
few choices of dressings. “Would you prefer lasagna or chicken parmesan?” he
asked holding the two choices out for me to choose. I took the lasagna and
grabbed a package with a fork and a knife.

I huffed as I sat down in my seat and opened my diet coke.
Eating at the same table with Nick Meyers wasn’t a crime. I knew Liam wouldn’t
like it, but I needed to eat, then I could kick him out.

“Did you like the book?” he smiled as he took a bite of his
food. Dammit, he said we didn’t have to talk.

Lunch Monday turned into another visit on Tuesday from Nick
Meyers. I asked him if he ever worked or did he just live off some trust fund.
I didn’t know how he had the time to keep coming to see me. Liam lived in
London and his business was based here, and yet he didn’t have this kinda time
during the day. The visit on Tuesday was short, because I was busy. He just
stopped in and left me yet another gift, which was a framed 5x7 black and white
picture of a lake with tall grass and a flock of birds flying up over it. Even
though it was black and white I could tell the sun was setting. It was an odd
picture, but it was also extraordinary. But I still opened my top drawer and
dropped it inside.

Wednesday was a quiet day, meaning I didn’t get a visit from
Nick. Things with Liam had gone quiet too. I had gotten home late the last 2
nights and missed dinner. Wednesday was no different. I tried to convince him
this wouldn’t last long. Once this project was over, things would go back to
normal. Of course he and I both knew that wasn’t true although neither said it
out loud. We both knew if I did well on this party I would be given more jobs
and more responsibility. If I did well, things would only get worse, not
better.

Thursday, Nick was the most aggressive by far. With two days
until the party I was rushing around like crazy. I was up in the banquet room
trying to work out the seating chart when he grabbed my hand and pulled me in a
small closet.

“Watching you work turns me on,” he said as he pressed his
body against mine. He was dressed casual. I had never seen that before. It was
safe to say Nick Meyers was a very attractive man. He was very tall, with
swimmer’s physique. His hair was dark blonde and his eyes were blue, bright
blue. Nick Meyers, was a very handsome man. He reminded me a lot of Liam, in
the sense that he could change his demeanor and your overall comfort level with
his eyes. Sometimes they were fun and relaxed. Sometimes they were soft and
caring. And sometimes, they were so dark and cold it scared me all the way to
my core. He towered over me so I could feel his belt bucket in my stomach.

“Nick, get off me! You have to leave me alone!” He leaned
down closer to my face.

“Does Liam appreciate your mind? I bet you being here most
of the time drives him crazy. I love watching you work. A few minutes ago, when
you were on your hands and knees, with the pencil in your mouth, counting the
tables over and over again….it was hot! You’re a smart woman, Norah! Why do you
think Liam wants you to dumb yourself down for him?” I didn’t answer him. I
just lowered my eyes and tried to push him away. “Leave him.” I looked up at
him. “Leave him, and come away with me. Be with me the way you are with Liam
and I will give you anything you want.” I pushed him off me and this time he
moved. He was way too big for me to actually move him, so I know he moved
himself. “Liam gives me everything I want. I want him, and you can’t give me
that!” I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

“Then I’ll give you what you need.” I turned back to face
him. “You need a life. You need freedom. You need someone who understands that
sometimes your job has to come first.” I pulled my arm away. “Come away with
me, and I can give you all of those things.” He stepped closer and touched my
chin. “I can make you love me too. Give us some time, and I know you will learn
to love me, Norah.” I snatched my face away from him.

“I love Liam and I could never be with you the way I am with
him. Leave here, Nick. Leave here and never come back. If you ever come back
here again, I will tell Liam you have been harassing me. Job be damned!” I
walked away and I made sure I swayed my hips from side to side just to show him
what he was really missing.
Take that, asshole!

I was losing her and I knew it.
Maybe not in the sense of actually losing her, but in the sense that I was
losing her attention. I was losing her focus, her time, and her control.

The control. It sounded crazy when I thought about it. But I
couldn’t help the way I felt. The control was something that was important to
me. I wanted the say, I wanted the attention, I wanted to win over everything
else. She knew that about me. I gave her a choice back in March at the wedding.
I may have acted like a caveman and told her I would have dragged her out of
there by her hair, but she knew the truth. She knew when she left the United
States with me that I was in control and she was fine with it. Now I was losing
it. It wasn’t so much the job that bothered me. It was how much time I was
losing. I thought taking her in the basement and taking out my aggression on
her would make her understand. I sat in the back of the limo knowing I had to
do something else.

“You look beautiful, Norah.” She smiled at me. “Purple is a
very good color on you. I love this dress, where did you get it?” She looked
down at her chest and ran her hands over her stomach. “This old thing?” she
shrugged and looked over at me, “It’s just something I found hanging in my
closet.” The dress was simple but stunning. Deep purple, knee length, off the
shoulder and made of a knit material with layers going down her body. It fit
snug, like a glove. I moved closer to her.

“Where’s Trig and John? And why aren’t we using our own
cars?” she asked. I leaned in and smelled her neck. “Trig is on vacation and
John’s ex-wife is trying to move their kids again. I called a car service and
we had to use their cars. Is it a problem?” I ran my nose over her cheek. “No,
not a problem. Just a question.” She was scanning emails on her phone.

“You’re so beautiful, Norah. Your skin is so flawless.” I
ran my hand over the exposed part of her chest and over her shoulders. “It’s so
soft and perfectly tan,” I groaned in her ear as my hand dipped below the low
neck line and ran my fingers over her breast. She jumped a little when I
touched her nipple. “Ah, control yourself, sir. We are in the car.” I continued
caressing her nipple and then moved my hand to the breast closest to me. “Your
tits are so perfect, baby.” She moved her face away from mine.

“Hey, don’t call them that now. This isn’t the dirty talk
time. Get your hand out of my dress.” She tried to move away from me, but I
held her in place with my right hand and continued to caress her with my left.
I moved the dress down and exposed the breast I was fondling. “What are you
doing? The driver can see us.” She wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care. “Oh, let
him watch. Your tits are perfect. If he sees these he will be envious.” I moved
the dress again and exposed the other breast. “God, you’re sexy. And you look
so sweet.” I lowered my mouth and took her nipple in my mouth. She relaxed her
head back against the head rest. “Liam, you have to stop this. He’s watching
us.” I hummed and pinched the nipple I wasn’t sucking on. “Let him watch, I
like it.” I turned her body towards me and pulled her closer as I took the
other nipple in my mouth. I ran my hand down her body and between her legs.
“Are you wet, baby? Because I am so hard.” I ran my nose over her breasts and
raised her dress exposing her underwear. “Liam you have to stop. We can’t do
this. We only have 10 more minutes in the car, and the driver is still watching
us.” I raised my head and gave the driver a smile. “Take an extra lap or 2
around the block, Tommy!” I pulled her panties to the side and ran my hands
over her pussy.