Black Rose (11 page)

Melanie

I never know when he will make an appearance, but I find myself looking forward to his visits; my son does too. I can only hope this is a long term relationship because I don’t want Tommy getting attached to someone who won’t be around for the long haul.

Today he arrives after calling me and directing me to take Tommy up to his aunt’s house. Any worries I had of imposing on her are washed away as she assures me that she absolutely adores my son. I can tell by the hints she drops that she hopes Charles and I are serious about our relationship. Only he knows what direction we are going; I just take things day by day. I’m continually surprised at how he clutches onto me more and more with each passing day.

I can feel my breathing becoming sporadic as he stalks his way over to me. An element of danger and intrigue surrounds him. I know he is a very powerful, very dangerous man and certainly one I don’t want to make the mistake of crossing. He is man who is capable of doing whatever necessary to get his way.

As if confirming my thoughts, his hand tightens around my throat.

“Maybe next time I will text your little ass, ordering you to the bathroom to take and send me pictures of yourself butt ass naked.”

“No, Charles, stop it. I’m not doing that.”

“Shut up, girl!”

His hand squeezes around my neck as his mouth crashes down on mine.

He tightens his hold and whispers, “Take my cock out of my pants, kitten.”

My hand trembles as I stare into his serious blue eyes. I fumble with the zipper on his suit pants, pull his already hardened cock out, and begin stroking it.

“Suck it, and you better fucking make it good. I’m looking for any reason to break in that virgin flesh on your ass with the sting of my leather belt,” he growls in my ear. I go down on my knees like I’m made to be subservient to this beautiful man. I take him into my mouth as my hand massages his balls. His groans, and the way that he is pulling at my hair, only spur me on.

“Oh, baby girl, you do know how to please me. Your cock sucking skills have gotten much better with your training.”

He pulls me off of him and there is a popping sound as I release him. He is looking down on me with a cold, accusing stare. “Why the fuck didn’t you answer any of my texts? It took me three times to get a hold of you. Perhaps you do need a spanking. You’ve yet to feel the pleasure that comes from the sting of a belt.”

“I don’t know. I was working.”

He pulls me up by my shoulders, pins me to the wall, and glares at me. 

“I can read you like a book, girl, and you were avoiding me.”  

“No, I didn’t hear it and I’m not avoiding you!”   

He bites down on my neck, just enough to hit a pleasure sensor, and causes my brain to short circuit. I continue to try and reason with this mad man who has inserted himself into my life without my permission.

He grabs me by the nape of my neck and gets in my face, nose to nose, and whispers, “Don’t. Yell. I. Don’t. Like. It.”

The whispering only serves to make him sound even more sinister. Nothing about this relationship makes sense. It is as if I am backed into a corner with no way out or, at least, that is what I tell myself. Whether I want to admit it or not, I am beginning to like this guy and I find myself looking forward to his visits.

“This is crazy.”

“Life is difficult at best, Melanie. Now shut up or I’m gagging you. I’m hungry for blood today, baby, and you’re the only thing that sates the craving.”

He chuckles, when he sees the horrified look in my eyes. How can a man of his social standing and caliber be so wicked? I am conflicted, to say the least, and each day that passes, I only make more excuses on why I can’t escape the life he has set up for me. I have no desire to deny Tommy a father figure nor do I have any inclination to try and figure out why this prominent businessman makes my blood run cold and hot at the same time. I don’t know what it is…yet…but there is something very ominous about him. His voice pulls me from my jumbled thoughts.

“The next time I call you and you don’t answer me, I’m going to kidnap your ass and hold you hostage in my basement at my mansion. You can be my own personal little ‘damsel in distress.’ I can come down and fuck you and use you at will.”

His mouth freely roams over my body, resulting in small currents of pleasure left in the wake of his tongue and lips.

He is so beautiful with his copper colored hair that falls in waves over a face that looks more like it belongs to a model than a business tycoon. I can only imagine how many numerous women in his social circle are pursuing him and, yet, his obsession with me keeps him restrained. Perhaps they are not able to meet his deviant sexual needs. I find myself not only meeting them, but finding pleasure in them myself—pleasure like I have never experienced before.

He works his way back up to my ear and whispers hoarsely, “Tomorrow you make your debut at my office; we are having lunch together. I believe it is time for us to make a public appearance, don’t you?”

My breath hitches in my chest at the realization that he will never stop his pursuit of me. He is publically marking me for reasons unknown to me.

I watch as he undresses and makes his way back over to me. He peels my clothing off as if he unwrapping me for the first time. I’m always amazed at how intrigued he appears to be with me.

He picks me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he slides me down onto his hard cock.

His eyes sear through me as he speaks, “Stop thinking so much. Less thinking and more feeling is all you need, Melanie.”

He pushes up into me as if he’s reinforcing his statement.

My head rolls back against the wall as I give in to the euphoria that is Charles.

I have no idea I’m being fucked by a man who is a serial killer. Ignorance is truly bliss…

Melanie

I make my way to Wentworth Enterprises. Of course, as expected, I am escorted by Charles’ driver. I have to say, I am thoroughly impressed. Even after all of my research, I am not prepared for the massive architecture that houses Charles’ business. It’s a large, silver structured building that bounces the afternoon sunlight off of its mirrored frame and looms over the downtown city street.

I am so grateful that he had Tommy stay with his aunt and she confirmed it was no problem. I had to chuckle when she informed me that they were going to make homemade cookies. I can see him in my mind’s eye, sitting in his baby seat and cooing as she works.

This man, who came from nowhere and rescued us, has also given Tommy something he never would have had without his intervention—a grandmother. I breathe deeply as I make my way into the building. I had been so stressed out the night before about what to wear that Charles had to pick my clothing out for me. A bright yellow and white dress with a cardigan over my shoulders makes me look like the epitome of innocence.

Well, it’s now or never. It’s time to see the business side of Charles Wentworth III.

I am extremely nervous about him insisting it is time for our relationship to go public. I am not sure I relish the idea of making our boyfriend/girlfriend status common knowledge. I catch myself rolling my eyes at even the thought of it.

I push the button for the elevator and wait for the door to open so that I can begin my awkward ride up to my fate.

The receptionist looks up with a standard plastic smile and I inform her that I am here to see Charles Wentworth. Instead of asking me to be seated, she escorts me to a door and waves me straight into his office.

I had been hoping for a moment to sit and take in my surroundings.

Charles barely looks up as he speaks to his receptionist, “That will be all, Debbie.”

“Very well, Sir,” she answers as she smiles and exits the office.

“And close the door.” Though he is speaking to his receptionist, his eyes are glued on me.

I begin to walk and look around out of curiosity and also to try and gain some kind of insight on this enigma of a man.

His bookshelves are lined with not only literature, but photos of celebrities he has taken pictures with. His voice cuts through my thoughts as if he is reading my mind.

“I’m not an easy man to profile. Do you plan to use your findings against me?”

He’s moved from his desk and is now standing directly behind me. A shudder courses through me as he gently moves my hair and begins to whisper into my ear.

“I would be very displeased with you, Melanie, if I believed you betrayed me in any manner. I am certain I can trust you with all of my deep, dark secrets. Melanie, are you fucking anyone else?”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Are you?”

“Tsk, tsk, I asked you first.”

“No, Charles, I am not. I’m never out of your sight. The way you watch me, I wouldn’t doubt if you have the apartment wired with surveillance. It isn’t like I was seeing men before I met you.”

“Neither am I. I have recently become monogamous. I must admit that I am insatiable when it comes to you though. For example, it’s taking all of my discipline to not take you over to that big cherry wood desk of mine. I’d love nothing more than to bend you over and ruthlessly fuck you from behind after I slap that fine ass of yours with my bare palm three times, once for each of the three texts you left unanswered yesterday.”

I can feel the hard outline of his cock that is straining against his tailored suit pants and pressing up against me from behind. I find myself pushing back against him. He spins me around by my shoulders and glares into my eyes, “Patience, my love, I have an agenda. Today, I let the world know you belong to me. I’m marking you, love. I’m publically marking you.”

The confusion must show on my face because he chuckles and says, “Patience, curious kitten; anticipation is everything. You’ll discover soon enough what I’m up to.”

I can feel the nervous twisting in my gut and I know that, lunch or not, it is going to be hard to have an appetite not knowing what he is up to.

I never know what trick this man has up his sleeve; I’m just always assured that he has one. It’s in his nature. He enjoys fucking with my head and I enjoy the spontaneity of never knowing what he is up to. I enjoy it because I can be confident in the fact that Tommy and I are always safe. Whatever he plans, he always makes sure he covers every detail.