The CEO (7 page)

After a nice meal and several bottomless margaritas, I had a nice buzz. I wasn’t as intoxicated as I appeared to be, but I had to let Keith believe he was in control. We left the restaurant after he paid for everything and pulled up in front of a cheap one-story motel right off the highway. He parked directly in front of a room and walked around the car to open the door for me. He slid the keycard out of his pocket, which further convinced me that this had been his plan all along.

“Now Sheila, I need to know, are you okay with this?”

“Yes.”

“Do you prefer the kinky stuff or a more mild approach at this?”

“As kinky as you’d like,” I slurred. He walked over to the closet, pulled out a huge brown paper bag, and sat it on the floor beside him. He then went into the bathroom and I ran over to examine the bag’s contents. There was a mask, a rope, a whip, a paddle, handcuffs, and a wax candle. I honestly hadn’t pegged him as that level of freaky, but I knew I could handle it.

I quickly ran back over to the neatly made bed, which was covered with a maroon comforter. The room was pretty small with green carpeting and out dated floral wallpaper. Keith returned to the room in a pair of gray boxer briefs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but was in decent shape. Dark hair covered his chest and stomach along with his legs.

He walked over to me and placed his hands on either side of my face, slowly tilting my head up toward him. Once he inhaled the scent of my hair, I knew I had to think fast.

He yanked my locks free from their rubber clasp and fluffed the waves down my back. “You should wear your hair out more.”

“So I’ve heard.”

He unzipped my dress and brought me to my feet, allowing the material to fall to the floor. He sucked on my neck roughly, then went over to the closet and grabbed the paper bag full of toys. “Wait, you should let me do the honors,” I said.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked with a sarcastic yet playful tone.

“Remove your underwear and lie down on your back.” He slid his boxers to the floor, releasing his thick but average length member. I removed my undergarments and retrieved the mask, rope, and handcuffs from the bag.

I walked around the side of the bed and slid the mask over his eyes. He tried to grab my tit before I completely covered them and I smacked his hand away. “Don’t.”

The bed had an old wooden headboard with metal rails underneath. I threaded the rope through them and double tied it to each side of the bed before attaching the handcuffs to his hands. Fully attaching the rope to the handcuffs, I pulled as tight as I could, to properly secure his hands to the board above his head. “Tight enough?” I asked.

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.”

There were a few more pieces of rope left and I used them to clasp around his ankles and attach them to the front rail. “Before we start, do you have the document with you?”

“Yes, and I already signed it.”

“That’s a good boy, where is it?”

“In my front pocket, but I don’t get what that has to do with us right now.”

“Oh, nothing,” I said, climbing on top of him and giving him a deep, passion filled kiss.

“I love a girl that takes charge of her man.”

“Now, I want you to relax. I’m going to take real good care of you.” I kissed him from his lips down his chest, and then climbed off his body, positioning myself right next to him.

I grabbed hold of his cock and slowly started massaging it, quickly making it hard as a rock. Up and down, faster than slower, I played with it. I jerked his erection until it released all over my hand. “I’ll be right back.”

I went into the bathroom and saw his jacket behind the door. I grabbed it and the document was nowhere to be found. After quickly washing my hands, I spotted his pants on the floor. I picked them up and there it was, in his right pocket—
signed
. I also grabbed a souvenir for good measure.

I exited the room and placed the paper on the floor next to my clothes. Then I walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “The safe word is, corporate.”

“Ooh, I like safe words. Do your worst!”

“Oh, I will.” I said, quickly redressing myself. I tucked the document into my bra along with his wallet for safe keeping.

“Bye, Keith.”

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’m leaving, but don’t worry, I’ll be back—eventually.”

I walked down to the front office and asked the owner if I could use his fax machine and copier. I needed to make sure I had my own personal copy of this signed document, and I copied his information just for the hell of it. I knew Ryan would be in the office first thing in the morning and that he’d put it aside for me without question.

After everything was sent, I went back to the room to check on Keith. I was sure he was freaking out by then.

Before I let myself back in I heard him cursing and trying to free himself from the restraints. “Calm down princess, I’m back. What kind of devious bitch do you think I am?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you were coming back, you scared me for a minute.”

“I know, it was pretty fun actually, to fuck with you like that.”

I went into the bathroom and placed his empty wallet back into his pants.

“Well Keith, it was fun getting to know you, but I really do have to get going now.”

“Wait? What? Sheila, where are you going? You can kiss that fucking building goodbye if you walk out of that door!” he roared at me.

“Kiss my ass, Keith. I already have everything I want. I’ll make sure you lie there long and
hard
until housekeeping finds you in the morning.”

“You bitch!” he yelled, ferociously trying to free himself from his restraints.

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you. And Keith, I better never see your fucking face again, you twisted pig.”

“So, Sheila, I placed those documents in your office, right on top of your desk.”

“Thank you, Ryan.”

“I checked the time stamp and it was well after midnight when you faxed them. Where were you?”

“I was out, handling some personal business.”

“I see,” he said with a discouraged tone.

“I do have some good news though.”

“What?”

“I got the permit! They’ll start reconstruction tomorrow.”

“Oh, well that calls for a celebration!”

“Ryan, I don’t know it’s—”

“Quit being such a baby! It’ll be fun. Besides, everyone knew how important it was that you got that building. Why? I don’t know, but I’m sure you worked really hard and you need to loosen up a bit.”

“Fine. Now get out of my office, I have paperwork to sign.”

“Okay. Oh and Sheila, you have a little something there on your neck.”

I hurried into my office, shut the door, and grabbed my compact mirror out of my purse. There it was: a fucking
hickey
. I quickly applied my powdered foundation to cover it up; I didn’t need anyone else pointing it out.

Every time I went out with Ryan, I felt alive. I felt safe, as if no one could do me any harm. No matter where we went together, I felt like it was just us in the room. That night we decided to try a local club and everything about it was just awful.

The bar was in need of a serious update. It had wooden columns in the middle of the floor, bricks were missing from the walls, and the front of the actual bar had cracks and duct tape sealing up the improvements. It also reeked of urine and the stench of death.

“Let’s get out of here!” Ryan yelled in my ear.

“Where to?”

“My place.”

We arrived in front of his apartment and for some odd reason, I didn’t think it was a good idea. Usually when I had a feeling like this, I didn’t ignore it.

“Hey Ryan, I think I’m gonna go. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I mean, we just got here.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.” He looked discouraged, but I just wasn’t feeling it.

On my way back to my condo, I decided to call Liam. I felt like he should know that I’d bought that property.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Liam.”

“Sheila? Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I am now the owner of the old Bernstein property.”

“The place we were supposed to have our wedding?”

“Yes,” I said sternly, trying to hold back any emotion.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think you still cared.”

“I don’t, but I didn’t want to see the property go to waste.”

“Quinny, you can cut the tough guy act with me. Come over and see me. I don’t think you should be alone tonight.”

Ever since I left him, I’d had this insatiable craving. This need—this dark desire—for sex. I slept with strangers for a cheap thrill, hoping they could satisfy me the way he did, but none of them could make my body feel like Liam could. I tried to bury my feelings for him, deep down inside of my soul, but they kept coming back to the surface.

As I drove to his condo, my stomach turned, and my palms were starting to sweat as I tightly clutched the steering wheel.

Liam was sitting on the front steps when I arrived. He was wearing a pair of jeans and was shirtless. He came down the stairs and walked around the front of my car, opening the driver side door for me. He didn’t say one word to me. He just unhooked my seat belt, grabbed my hand, and led me inside. “Liam, I—”

He slammed the door shut behind us and charged at me, ramming my back against the wall. He lifted my body into the air, still pinning me against the wall, and ripped my panties free from underneath my dress. Quickly dropping his pants, he shoved himself up into me, and before I could even attempt to fight him off, my body gave in. Our eyes met for a brief moment and that’s when I realized: he was
still
in love with me.

Pressing his head against my face, he plowed himself deeper inside my walls, making my body quiver from the intense pleasure.

This is what I needed, what I missed.

“Ms Quinn, you look—
different.
Did you have a good time last night?” Rose asked.

“I guess you could say that. The whole day was great, to be honest with you.”

“Good, well you have a present on your desk.”

I was already certain that it was from Liam, most likely some type of celebratory flowers, but I was in shock when I finally stepped into my office.

A large fruit bouquet was sitting in the middle of my desk, with flowers and a card. I walked over to pick up the card, and inside it said
Congratulations
on the permit, you rock Ms. Quinn!

It was from Ryan, not Liam. I was a little shocked that Ryan would do this, seeing as I’d blatantly blown him off the night before. But, it was a very sweet gesture.

“Knock, knock. I see you got my gift! You don’t look too impressed though. Did I go over the top? Do you not like pineapple?” Ryan asked.

“No, no! It’s fine, I just—”

“Just, what? You thought it was from someone else didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Oh, well, here’s your coffee.”

“Thank you Li—I mean Ryan. It was very sweet of you.” As he turned around to leave my office, he sported the look of sheer embarrassment and sadness. A part of me felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. I thought what I thought and I wasn’t changing my mind for anyone.