The Choice (13 page)

“I just want to go on record as saying that I hate that you’re doing this,
Analise,” I say as my eyes travel over her body. She’s in her underwear, thumbing through her side of our closet and throwing clothing onto the bed, each piece smaller than the last one.

“Did you think I forgot since the last four times you went on the record saying that?” she smirks over at me and sticks out her tongue
playfully.

“No,” I laugh. “I just think you need a reminder every now and again of how ridiculous it is, that’s all.”

“Why is it ridiculous to want to spend time with Sophie?”

“That’s not what I meant
and you know it,” I say, walking towards her as I pick up one of the smaller dresses. “I think the ridiculousness comes in wearing things like this when you already have a boyfriend, Love.”

“So just because I have a boyfriend, I should dress like shit?”

“Analise,” I say giving her a warning look and she softens her features immediately.

“I’m sorry,” she says and I kiss her on the cheek.

“I just mean that these dresses are designed for women looking to grab the attention of men. That’s not something you’re doing.”

Running her hands over my chest, she smiles up at me sweetly.

“You know that’s not why I wear them,” she says and I nod.

“Yes, which only contributes to the ridiculousness,” I tell her.

“I just want to feel pretty.”

“You should feel gorgeous all the time, because you are. Not because of a scrap of fabric that takes away from your beauty,” I tell her firmly while kissing her again. “You’ll wear this.”

Taking in the yellow dress I’m holding up for her, she wrinkles her nose for a moment and looks at me.

“I don’t like that one, Drake. Can we compromise?”

“Maybe,” I say, folding my arms across my front and smirking at her. “What do you have in mind?”

“This one,” she says and holds up a black, sequined strapless mini dress.

“No,” I say immediately and watch the frustration cross her features.

“Why did you buy me all these clothes if you won’t let me wear them?”

“You can wear them,” I tell her. “You’re just not doing it when I’m not with you.”

“Well, can you pick something else out, plea
se? I really don’t want to wear the yellow.”

“Yes,” I laugh. I pick out three alternatives and she settles on a
white short sleeved dress that’s far too tight and short for my liking. Before I can complain though, she points to the black dress she’d been eyeing before I interrupted and answers her ringing phone.

“Hey,” she says into the phone
as she makes her way over to the pile. “Yeah, I have some stuff that would fit you. What do you want me to bring?”

She begins pulling two dresses to the side and hangs the others back in the closet.
I shake my head at her and she throws me questioning look. Telling Sophie we’re about to head over, she hangs up the phone up.

“I don’t think Cha
se is going to let her wear those, Baby.”

“Yes
, he will,” she disagrees with me immediately. “I’ve never heard him say anything like that to her.”

“And she’s never heard me tell you no either, but I do it all the time.”

Considering this, she chews on her cheek for a moment before grabbing the yellow dress I’d approved and throwing it onto the stack.

“There,” she smiles, proud of
herself and causing me to chuckle. Seeing my doubt, her eyes widen. “Not that one either?”

“I doubt it, Baby,” I tell her with a laugh. “
You think I’m bad? She’ll be lucky to get out of his sight in a snowsuit.” Raising her chin slightly, I bring her grey eyes to mine and kiss her gently. “You look hot. You’re making me hard.”

“Thank you,” she smiles against my lips as she places her hand over my belt, freeing me in seconds. “You always look hot, Baby.” Gripping me in her hand, she runs her fingers
over my already hard cock. “May I?”

“Hmm…you may,” I
say and watch her drop to her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth with a moan of satisfaction as I gently stroke her hair. “Quickly, though Analise. We need to go, Baby.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says around me, causing me to groan.

She begins licking and sucking her way up my shaft before plunging me into her mouth, pumping me with her hand. Gripping my ass, she pulls me further into her mouth and as I thrust into her, I watch her eyes grow heavy.

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth,
Analise?” She lets out a guttural moan as her reply. When I grip the back of her hair and push deeper into her mouth, her eyes begin to close. “Open them,” I command and immediately, they’re back on mine. “Good girl.”

M
oaning around my cock, her jaw goes slack and she takes me all the way back to her throat. In less than ten minutes, she’s drained me completely and is greedily taking every drop I have to give. Kissing the tip with her red lips, she buttons me back up before rising slowly up my front.

“Thank you, Sir,” she smirks as she gives me a sweet peck on the lips.

“My pleasure,” I whisper against her lips. “Are you wet?”

“Yes
Sir.”    

“Give me your panties,” I order and using my shoulder to balance, she slides them off and hands them over. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I nudge her legs apart slightly and slip a finger into her sex. Pulling in a sharp breath, she keeps her hands on my shoulders. “We’re late so I’ll have to fuck you later
,” I tell her as I slip my finger from her and run it over her parted lips before sucking it clean with my own mouth. “When those men are watching you shake your ass later, Analise, you remember whose dick does this to you.”

“Holy shit!”
she shudders and I smack her ass.

“Holy shit, Sir,” I wink
playfully and give her another kiss. “Put some new panties on and fix your lipstick. We’re late. I love you like crazy, Baby.”

“I love you, too.”

***

Although I couldn’t be more excited about hanging out with Sophie and Heather tonight, I can’t deny the twinge of sadness I’m feeling knowing that I’ll be away from Drake for the rest of the night. I know it’s important for us to spend time apart, but I just hate not being with him. Our time together hasn’t always been easy, but it’s been worth every single tear.

I never thought I’d be in this kind of relationship, one where a man dominate
s most aspects of my life, but I couldn’t be happier. It pleases me to please him and for the first time in years, it doesn’t feel like every responsibility in the world is resting solely on my shoulders.

Halfway to Sophie and Chase’s house, I get a text saying she found something to wear so when we pull up to the house, I leave my things in the car.

“Hey guys,” I say walking inside with Drake. I’m surprised to see the normally happy couple anything but.

“Hey,” they both say
with no enthusiasm, keeping their eyes locked on each other in annoyance.

“Ana, are you ready to go?” Sophie asks me as she storms away after her purse and Chase clenches his jaw in frustration.

“Sophie!” he grounds out. “If you think I give a shit that people are here, you’re wrong, Baby!”

“Finally! Something we can agree on!” she snips sarcastically.

“I’m serious, Sophie. I don’t fucking want you wearing that!”

Smirking to himself, Drake pulls me through to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water for each of us before leading me to the couch. My eyes take in Sophie’s dress, a
skintight, black mini with long sleeves and rips across the cleavage. It’s racier than her usual, but I really don’t see the big deal.

“
Oh my God, Chase! I’ve worn way worse than this when we’ve gone out before!”

“Yes, the keyword being
we,
Sophie! I was with you!”

“What’s the difference?” she says throwing her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Do you think just because you’re not coming with me, I’m going to magically forget that I have a boyfriend?”

“That’s not the point, Sophie! I know you won’t Baby, but that won’t stop the men gawking at your ass from trying to fuck you!”

“I have a mouth, Chase! I know how to tell someone to fuck off! Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“No smart ass! I’d like you to fucking listen to me, change your fucking clothes and stop being a pain in my ass!”

“
Sophie, I brought some stuff if you want to try anything on,” I offer and she immediately shakes her head.

“No, Ana! It’s not about me not having clothes! It’s about him thinking he can tell me what I’m allowed to freaking wear!” she
turns his attention back to him, missing Drake’s amused reaction to the blush filling my cheeks. “I’m wearing this!”

“Fine then Drake and I are
coming with you!” He tells her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No!”

“Then you better go find something else, Baby because you’re not wearing that,” Chase says calmly as he takes a pull from his beer and the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” Drake offers and makes h
is way around them to the door. He greets Heather like there aren’t crazy people screaming in the middle of the living room.

“Hey!” she says happily and makes her way over to the couch next to me. “What’s going on?”

“They’re going through it,” I laugh. “Get comfortable, it may be a while.”

***

“It’s not going to be a while,” I tell Ana and Heather before cutting my eyes at Chase. “I’m ready to go now.”

“Sophie…” he says shooting me another warning look.

“Chase…” I counter, arching my brow
and placing my hands on my hips defiantly.

“You’re not wearing that.”

“Yes, I am!” I say low, taking a step towards him. “Ana and Heather are waiting, Chase. I’m leaving and I’m wearing this.”

“I don’t give a shit if the Pope himself is waiting for you, Sophie,” he says closing the distance between us.  “You’re not wearing that out of this house
without me.”

“You can’t stop me!”

“The hell I can’t!” he laughs in my face, only fueling my anger. “Try me, Sweetheart.”

“I’m not scare
d of you!” I ground out, standing firm.

“I don’t
ever want you to be scared of me, Baby,” he says quietly, his features softening slightly. He begins sweetly combing my hair away from my face and leans down to kiss me on the neck. Stopping at my ear, he whispers huskily, “But if you try to walk out of this house in this fucking dress, I
will
stop you.”

Blood boiling, I bite my lip and hear his breathing falter. Tasting success, I grip the back of his hair and gaze into his eyes.

“Hmm but Baby,” I hold his gaze. “You have to catch me first.” In the next second, I turn and run for the door yelling for the girls. “Meet me at the truck!”

I make it halfway into the yard when I feel him lifting me over his shoulder and smacking me hard on the ass. 

Stupid heels.

“I warned you, Baby!”

“Put me down, Chase!” I scream as we reenter the house, watching the others laughing upside down on the couch. “Screw all of you!” I yell at them. “Chase! Put me the fuck down! I’m not playing!”

“Are you going to calm down?”

“No!” I say, biting him as he carries me to the kitchen.

“Sophie!”

Taking a deep breath, I calm down for a second before finally relenting. “Fine!”

Tipping me over to face him, he holds me in place with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Are you calm?”

“Yes,” I say through clenched teeth.
When he raises his brow at my obvious lie, I release a breath. Softer this time, I answer him again. “I’m trying, but you’re being an
ass
!”

“Sophie
, I hate fighting with you. I fucking hate it,” he starts, pushing the hair from my face. “But if you think I’m scared of it, you’re wrong, Baby. That is a fuck me dress and I don’t want you wearing it when I’m not with you, Sophie.” I try to interrupt him, but he puts his finger over my lips. “You’re the one with plans tonight, Sweetheart. I’ve got nowhere to be, but that dress is just short enough and I’m just mad enough that all you’re doing is turning me on right now, Princess. Your move,” he growls against my lips.

Gripping him by his collar, he holds my gaze and I can’t stop the scream of frustration that leaves my mouth.

“Aaah!” I scream in his face and push myself off him. “Fine! I’ll go change you freaking jerk!”

“Thank you,” I hear him say
calmly behind me, but I say nothing. Instead, I flip him off and slam the bedroom door.

Men
.

***