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" I released my hold of him, and lay sprawled across his desk. My eyes closed and breathing labored. Never had I felt that way before. It was the best feeling my body had ever experienced. No sooner than I finished that thought, the enormity of what just happened hit me. Here I was lying on my "legal guardian's "desk with is beautiful face in-between my legs. This was more than wrong." View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 10, 2013    Reads: 3,571    Comments: 3    Likes: 11   

The day passed in a haze of assignments and lectures. My mind preoccupied with Delaney and his proposition. How was it possible that he was so obnoxious and sexy at the same time? "You want to belong to me" His words replaying in my mind. I didn't want to belong to anybody I knew that, but why was I still mulling the whole thing over in my mind then.

My friends had noticed my mood and questioned me. There was no way I was telling anyone about what happened between me and Delaney. I was able to play it off as disappoint for not being able to go on the Mexico trip. If only they knew, Mexico was the very last thing on my mind. Perhaps it was a good thing they could not see what was going on in my head, because most of my thoughts today had been about Delaney and the things I wanted him to do to me. Damn you curiosity.

When the bell finally rang ending the day I hurried outside avoiding any chatter. Richard was waiting for me in his usual spot. Why was I disappointed to see Richard and his Camry? Would I have been happier to see Delaney and his Maserati? I was really beginning to annoy myself with the constant stream of Delaney running through my mind. What had that man done to me?

Richard opened my door and greeted me with his usual "Hello there Miss Ali how was school today?"

"It was good "I said smiling at him as I turned up the music. I was not in the mood for small talk today. He reached over and turned the music back down. I looked over at him questioningly.

"Miss Ali? Did Mr. Delaney tell you about the driver and when he would be picking you up tomorrow morning?"

"What driver?" I was unable to hide the shock from my voice.

Richard looked at me curiously and continued "Yes mam, Norma and I are going on a cruise tomorrow and Mr. Delaney arranged for a driver to come and take you to and from school. Just for the remainder of the week since he will be home Friday"

"Oh, I didn't know you guys were going away. Norma never said anything to me."

"Well we really didn't know about it either. Mr. Delaney surprised Norma with it this morning. He said he wanted to do something nice for us for all the hard work we do for him. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for us. Plus he's even paying us for the time we are away."

I couldn't even speak. What a sneaky mother fucker. Of course he wanted to get Norma and Richard out of the house. He had big plans for Friday, I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"That's so nice." It came out as genuinely as I could manage. It wasn't their fault that the reasons behind Delaney's generosity were far from honest. "When will you be back? Saturday?"

"Oh no honey, it's a weeklong cruise, Wednesday to Wednesday." My stomach dropped. Oh dear if Delaney came home Friday that meant I would be alone with him for 5 days. A lot could happen in 5 days.

Later that night I sat in my room contemplating my next move. I mean I could just say "no" and I was sure he would leave me alone. Delaney may have been many things, but he was no rapist… besides you can't really rape the willing. I was certainly willing. I wanted him so badly, why he couldn't have just fucked me on the desk that night and got it over with. Why drag it out?

I knew exactly why he did though. He wanted me to make the conscious decision to give myself to him. That way I couldn't renege and say I didn't mean it, that I was caught up in the heat of the moment. Besides technically I was off limits and underage for a couple more months. Although that didn't bother me at all, I had grown up a lot in the past 6 months, and dealt with more in my life than any of peers. Plus in some sick kind of way, I liked that he was older than me, that he was a man, and not a boy.

I pushed the thoughts out of mind long enough to let sleep find me. It was only Tuesday and I had the rest of the week to make up my mind.

Wednesday and Thursday went by in the same kind of blur that Tuesday had. I found myself having the same conversations with myself every evening not coming any closer to making up my mind. I was pretty sure I would go mad by the end of the week.

Friday morning however I awoke to a vibrating coming from my cell phone. I picked it up and saw a text from Mr. Delaney.

  • I want you waiting in my room, I'll be home tonight -

Jesus, there was no romance here. "Wait in my room", who did he think he was? And why was I even still considering it. I mean I know he doesn't want me to be his girlfriend or anything like that. It would just be sex. I just pictured my first time being with someone I was in love with, a boyfriend nothing like Delaney. My stomach began to do flips. I was not going to school today. I ran out and told the driver I wasn't feeling well.

I spent the remainder of the day making myself sick with all the different scenarios that could possibly play out with Mr. Delaney. It was early evening when I decided that I couldn't take it anymore.

I went into the kitchen and headed straight for the wine cabinet and pulled a bottle of Merlot. I never drank, short of champagne at New Year's Eve with my parents, but I needed to calm down and relax. It took a couple tries, and the cork was unrecognizable when I was finished, but I managed to get the bottle open and poured myself a glass. It was warm and burned as it went down. I finished it quickly and poured another. After my second glass of liquid confidence I took a deep breath and calmed down a little, one more glass and I would be good. Now I could relax a little and get ready. I silently scolded myself. "Get ready for what Alivia?"

I took a long shower, making sure to shave all the "important" areas. I wanted every inch of me to be smooth to the touch. My stomach fluttered at the thought of his touch. I was actually giddy. The wine had helped me stop judging myself, and left me with the ability to be excited.

I sat in my towel imaging what he would feel like, as I applied my apple scented lotion to my body. Now I would be soft and sweet. I giggled, as I was pretty sure he liked the way I tasted already.

I dried and brushed my long hair letting it fall freely down my back. I rifled through my pajama drawer and came up empty handed. Clearly I had nothing sexy, so I put on some pretty lacy panties and a matching bra. I put a white T shirt on over it, mentally making a note to take it off before he came home.

I read his text again, he was so demanding even via text message. Wait in his room huh, I wondered where exactly his room was, and decided to scope it out, finding it in the very back of the house. The large double doors gave it away as being the "masters" quarters. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside

A large bed filled the room, and a tall black leather headboard loomed over the mattress. The bedding was simple and masculine. There was a door which lead out to the pool patio, and a noticeable absence of the typical bedroom furniture, no dresser or night stands. Also missing were any personal effects like photographs or keepsakes.

There was a black leather couch in the corner sitting area that faced the fireplace. The room was immaculate and very sexy. I walked in further deciding this would be the only opportunity I had to snoop around. I opened the door to the closet and just stared at the rows of perfectly hung suits, and shirts. I took off my t shirt and put on one of his white shirts instead. It reached past me knees and reminded me how much bigger he was than me. I felt bold wearing his clothes and the butterflies in my stomach began to swarm. I opened one of the drawers to the built in cabinetry and saw more of the same perfect organization. Well this confirmed it. The man was psycho.

I stepped into his bathroom only to find sparkling white marble and glass. Nothing on the counters everything was put away. I opened the cabinet and smelled some of his cologne I really loved the way he smelled. I decided then that I would give myself to him like he asked. I would always wonder if I didn't. If it's terrible and I hate it I will end it and that would be it. That's what he said. Somehow I knew there was no way he would be terrible, and knew I would not hate it. That scared me.

I opted to wait for him on the couch in the little sitting area. Waiting in the bed was a little to intimate. I curled up on his couch pulled the throw over me and clicked on the fireplace. I felt my body finally relax as the sound of the fire began to drift further and further away. The warmness of sleep was wrapping its arms around me, until I felt my body pulled out of sleeps arms and into the air as if I was floating.

I opened my eyes looking around trying to get my bearings. The room was dark, sans a dim glow coming from the fireplace, and Delaney's muscular arms were wrapped around me. He was home. He felt me stir and looked down at me, not saying a word and carried me towards his bed.


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