“Oh,” she said.
“No woman works for me who doesn’t want to be there, Rose.”
“You’re a saint.”
“I’m not a completely bad guy. It’s what I like to believe.”
Another oh slipped out of her mouth.
He watched her, waiting for her reaction to his news. He didn’t know what to expect. She sipped her drink, took some more peanuts, and nodded to herself. “What other work do you have to do today?” she asked.
“I’ve got one of my casinos to visit. You want to come?”
“Sure. I’ve got nowhere else to be.”
He held out his hand and she took it. There was no shaking to her body and she seemed determined. Good. If she could handle the truth, there may be hope for them yet.
Chapter Five
Rose groaned. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“No one can see.”
“But I can see.”
“That’s the beauty of it.” Jared stroked through her slit, drawing his fingers back to tease her asshole while she looked across his desk at the people below. It was too much height for her, and she found herself closing her eyes each time the ground seemed to move. They were in one of his nightclubs, only this one had strippers in it. Powerful men and women were watching the show. Not only did Jared have female strippers, but also naked ones, and they put on shows for those eager to watch. She was sure she saw a couple of politicians watching below.
“I can’t keep looking,” she said, covering her eyes.
She let out a cry as he lifted her up, moving her away from the window overlooking the nightclub. Jared bent her over a sofa. He’d already pushed up her dress, and lo and behold, no panties. He didn’t like her wearing them.
He spread the cheeks of her ass and his slick fingers stroked over her anus. Like all the other times before, she tensed up. Jared was never in a rush as he worked her ass. With his other hand, he was already stroking her pussy, and it was hard for her to not rock against him, searching for her orgasm as he teased her.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this? Wanting to come, needing to.”
“Please,” she said. She cried out as he pushed inside her ass, two fingers, stretching her out. At the same time, he worked her clit, moving back and forth, and she whimpered. The sudden increase in pressure was almost too much.
He released her clit as he pumped into her ass.
“I feel how wet you are, baby,” he said. “You want my cock in your ass.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Only until you get used to it.” Fingers from both hands were inside her, working in and out. “Tell me to stop, Rose. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Nothing.
She wanted this. Was way too curious to say no.
Jared suddenly pulled away from her and she looked over her shoulder to see him go to his desk. She licked her lips as he returned. He was already coating his dick in some lubricant.
“Last chance?”
Again, she was silent. She wanted this. Craved it.
The moment his large, bulbous head touched her asshole, she gasped, tensing up. He stroked the base of her back.
“Relax.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He pushed but he didn’t go in straight away. He started to stroke her clit and within seconds, she found herself pushing back, and then crying out again as the tip of his cock slid inside her. Jared stopped and allowed her to get used to the stretch. It was an odd sensation to feel him within her.
Gripping the couch beneath her, she closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths to try to focus. It was impossible to do so.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to work his cock inside her. The pain lessened and as he continued to stroke her pussy, it morphed into the pleasure she was searching for. When he was all the way inside her, he stopped. Both of his hands went to her hips.
“You’ve got me.”
“Wow,” she said then giggled. “Sorry. I guess it’s not very often we go wow.”
He kissed her back and she couldn’t resist closing her eyes. Jared was a bad man. He hadn’t held anything back whenever she asked a question. He was always open and honest, even when she didn’t want him to be at times. But he never made her regret asking him.
You’re falling for him.
Ignoring the little voice in the back of her mind that wanted attention, she whimpered as he started to move. Working his cock out of her until only the tip of him remained and sliding in and out.
The sensation was odd.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”
Letting go of the couch, she touched her pussy, stroking over her swollen clit. Jared had a habit of randomly touching her throughout the day so that by the time evening came, she was at a loss of all sensibility and her senses. He drove her wild and she had no complaints.
“Fuck, if you could see how hot this is. Your asshole opening up around me. Fuck, it’s a sight to behold, baby. Now I’m going to fill it.”
He sped up, his thrusts going deeper, harder, and when she came, it was like he was almost too big for her ass. She screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls, tormenting her with how easy she had succumbed to him. His growl followed seconds later with the hard feel of him as he pulsed within her.
Each spurt flooded her ass with his cum.
She collapsed on the couch and groaned. “I’m not leaving here. I’m going to stay right here and you can’t make me go.”
He chuckled, kissed her shoulder. “I’ll clean you up.”
She turned her head, watching him as he got some tissues. “Jared, you’re faithful to me, right?”
He looked up. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“I know Sean never was.”
“I don’t stray.”
“Right.” She hated bringing up any kind of insecurities but it wasn’t lost on her that Sean had sex with a lot of other women.
“Did you love him?” Jared asked.
He came back, putting tissues at her asshole. She covered her face a little, embarrassed at what he was doing.
“I thought I did, in the beginning. I think I was hoping to find something, anything. It didn’t happen. I knew I’d made a mistake, but I thought I could make it work.”
“And it never did.”
“It didn’t. Then you came into my life. The rest is history.”
****
The rest is history.
Those words played in Jared’s head for the next month.
All his life, he’d used people to get ahead. If anyone stood in his way, he dealt with them swiftly. He’d gotten used to fighting at a young age. Growing up in the foster system, he’d only learned to hate and give pain.
Fear and being the meanest motherfucker meant people left him alone. Where others were hurt, he was the one who dished out the pain. No one touched him, not when he started to fight back. They knew not to mess with him.
He sat in the doctor’s office, having been with his wife for a grand total of two months. She’d started to be sick in the mornings. Her breasts were tender and the scent of coffee made her feel sick. There was only one explanation for it.