With that last statement, she stands, winks at me, and leaves my room. I like Liz, and she is definitely my first friend in this place.
Chapter 6
I wake after the sun has gone down and the night sky outside my window is brilliant with the lights of the city. After hanging each and every one of my dresses up earlier in the afternoon, I’d collapsed on the bed and fallen asleep instantly. I wake slowly and relaxed, and my phone rings. It’s Mr. Pennington. He tells me to come to his room and hangs up the phone before I have a chance to respond. I rush to the restroom, taking in my curls with a grimace. They are their ever-unruly selves, and I give up trying to tame them, not wanting to keep Mr. Pennington waiting.
I consider changing into one of the new dresses, but am not sure I should take the time. Derek’s statement was to come to him “now,” and I’m guessing he expects his directions to be followed explicitly. As I rush across the hall and knock on the door of his apartment, my mind questions why he’s summoned me. It can’t be for sex, and that leaves little else that Mr. Pennington could want from me.
He opens the door and stands aside as I enter. He’s watching me and taking in my appearance, and he’s not impressed. “You know, the dresses are only useful if you actually wear them.”
I look up to see his raised eyebrows and dark eyes staring back at me. He’s as relaxed as I’ve seen him around me, and I think he might actually be more sarcastic than upset at my appearance.
I apologize nevertheless. “I’m sorry. I just woke up.”
He turns on his heel and walks away from me. “I know.” He was watching me again…
I follow him as he walks to his bed and starts removing his clothes. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it before stepping out of his pants. He stands in only his black boxer briefs that I’d met earlier today in the car, and shaking his head once more as he takes in my appearance, he demands I take my clothes off. My body is suddenly prickling with fear. Truth be told, the warmth settling between my legs is telling me it might be just a bit of desire too.
As my eyes question his, he reassures me. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you. I know how to follow the doctor’s orders. I will, however, fuck you tomorrow night, and I expect you to show up wearing something other than … whatever the hell that is.” In exasperation, he indicates my clothing he so obviously doesn’t appreciate.
I start removing my clothes as he watches, and once I’m finally standing naked in front of him, he pulls his underwear down and steps out of them. He is now fully undressed and standing in front of me. He is beautiful. I’m again taken aback by his size, and as my eyes stall out over his groin, he continues to watch me. My body is on fire as I look him over. His chest, strong and tight. His waist, lean and narrow. His hips perfectly frame his rigid cock, which juts up between them. His legs are lean and perfectly proportioned. He turns to drop his watch on the bedside table, and I’m afforded the very best view of his bottom. The cheeks of his bottom are round and firm, and I imagine touching them, caressing them. For a man that terrifies me, I certainly do find the idea of touching him and tasting him extremely intoxicating.
He moves to the bed and lies down with his legs spread slightly apart. Then he speaks to me, and the warmth that has been building between my legs turns to a flood of wetness. “Kneel beside me and suck my cock.”
I approach the bed, kneel at his waist, and then lean toward his engorged penis. I grasp him first with my hand, raising his cock to meet my mouth, and when my lips touch him, he hisses out a restrained breath. My eyes flit to his for reassurance, and he gives it. “Don’t stop.”
As I force my distended lips past the head of his penis and down along his shaft, he reaches out and pulls my curls away from the side of my face so he can watch, and he groans quietly as I continue to pull him into my mouth, and then release him back out. I reach to his testicles, tight and taut in his arousal, and at the touch of my hand, his stomach muscles quiver and contract. He’s enjoying this, and I have no idea how I’ve managed to figure out his body so easily. He brushes the pad of his thumb down along my cheek. It is an uncharacteristic gentle and tender move on his part and is interrupted only when his groans intensify and his body’s response to my mouth becomes uncontrolled and nears his threshold. Before he comes undone completely, he reaches his hand to the inside of my thigh and swiftly pulls my hips to straddle his neck. He is now face-to-ass with the most intimate part of my body, and I freeze, letting his cock drop from my mouth.
My arousal and wetness have been building since he summoned me, and there is no hiding it from him now, but as his breath exhales deeply from his lungs, I can tell I have nothing to feel ashamed of. He’s enjoying this view nearly as much as he was enjoying my mouth, which has stopped functioning entirely in my terror. I continue to hold myself as still as a statue, and he raises his head to my pussy, inhaling the scent of me deeply. As he lets out his warm breath on my sex, it tickles and taunts my flesh, but he doesn’t stop his exploration of my body. His nose brushes lightly over the sensitized skin as he continues to inhale deeply of me while he holds my hips firmly in place with his hands.
Once he’s finally done, he speaks to me again. “Finish, Ashton.”
I take him with my mouth, once again trying to focus on his cock and not on the part of my body that is in his face, and it takes only moments longer before he is coming in my mouth, filling me with his taste. He broke the rules again. When his breathing has relaxed, he rolls me from his body, stands, and heads toward his bathroom. He dismisses me over his shoulder without a second glance.
Once I’m back within my own room, I strip out of my clothes and drop to the bed. My body is electrified and unsatisfied, and as I daydream about Derek’s body, I run my hand blindly down to my own wetness. While sex may be completely new to me, pleasuring myself is definitely not. I figured out a long time ago just how much fun I can have with my own body, but it has never been with the image of such a beautiful man in my mind. I find the tight nub of my clitoris and stroke it gently. I see his eyes looking back at me in my mind as I stroke over and over. The sound of his deep and aroused breathing floats through my head as my fingers continue to stroke my body. The memory of the touch of his fingers on my skin has my own climax building steadily toward release. I disappear into my dream world, and there I stay for long minutes as my body enjoys my touch, imagining it is his touch. I hear his voice, I feel his breath on my skin, I even imagine his length forcing its way into my body, and every image and every thought make my body quiver and seek its release.
By the time I’m panting and nearing release, my heels are dug into the sheets of the bed, and I’m writhing in pleasure. I come hard and powerfully, as I gasp out words that belong in my dream world and not the real world. “Oh God, Derek.”
And as soon as they pass my lips, I clamp my hand over my mouth in horror, my eyes darting to the camera that I’ve only just remembered. What the fuck!
Chapter 7
I don’t see Mr. Pennington the next day, though I keep expecting to catch him somewhere around the building. While I have coffee in the morning in the common room with the other girls, he stays away. Again at lunch, he makes no appearance, and as I bathe and shave that evening, expecting to be summoned to his room, I can’t help but wonder if it’s me he’s avoiding. He can’t have seen me. He must not have seen me. He was heading to his bathroom when I left… But the idea that he may have been watching sinks deeper into my mind when I’m not summoned that evening, and come nine o’clock that night, I approach his door and knock. His apartment is silent and there is no answer, but as I turn in defeat, and a bit of humiliation too, toward my own room, Liz walks up. I smile, trying to hide my emotions from her.