Stronger Than Bonds Page 3

  I must’ve spent the next hour rambling about my endeavors, about Sarah’s project, and about my father. I poured myself several drinks, and somewhere down the line, she stopped drinking because she had gotten tipsy.

  “I can’t drink anymore,” she said. “Or else I’ll make bad decisions, really bad ones.” She got up and dusted herself off. “Do you want to move to your office so we can, I don’t know, talk business?”

  “Sure,” I hissed. I led the way into my class office, my legs feeling like jello. Samantha followed, her high heels clicking against the marble floor.

  “So who’s this Sarah girl? Tell me more about her.” She lifted one leg up and situated herself on my desk. To be honest, I couldn’t focus on what she was saying, and I sure as hell couldn’t think of Sarah right now.

  “Well,” I started, rather reluctantly. “Did I mention that she’s my father’s favorite employee?”

  “You’ve mentioned that, yes,” she said. “And what else? Is she new? Has she been working for Mr. Frederick for a long time?”

  “She’s been in the picture for a pretty long time,” I said, blinking slowly. The room was spinning and I was spinning with it. Samantha looked at me and smiled, or at least I thought she was smiling because the next thing I knew I was playing with her hair, twirling it around my fingers as she talked to me about Sarah. “I don’t know, I resent her sometimes because I feel like dad trusts her more. Does that make sense? Is it possible for a father to trust a strange woman more than he does his own son?”

  “Well, you trust me, don’t you? I’m a strange woman,” she said, more like whispered. I poured myself another drink, and at that point, Samantha’s face was swimming in and out of focus.

  “I don’t know, is it possible to only trust a woman because she’s hot?” At that point, I had no inhibition, and before I could say anything else, Samantha pushed herself up against me and kissed me.

  The next thing I knew we were in my room. “Now, lay down,” I ordered once Samantha was standing naked in front of me. I had sobered up a bit… a lot, actually, and I fancied giving her orders. She didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

  “How?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  “Face down, with your head on the pillow,” I explained. “Perfect,” I groaned as she followed my instructions. “Jeez, you're gorgeous.” The sight of Samantha sleeping face-down and submitting to me was almost more than I could handle. Dripping baby oil into my hands, I placed them on Samantha's shoulders and commence an amazing massage. “How does that feel?” I asked.

  “Oh my God,” she sighed. “You’re amazing at this.”

  “I've got to have some skills, don’t I?” I teased, applying pressure on either side of Samantha's spine and allowing my weight to transfer through to her tense muscles.

  “Oh!” she squealed again. “I’ve got a feeling there’s a lot about you that I don’t know… I think I’m in heaven.”

  My hands migrated down her body, kneading her buttocks, teasing her inner thigh with soft, feather-like strokes and dancing down her legs and across her feet, causing Samantha to moan pretty loud. Once her muscles are entirely relaxed, I reached for the baby oil again.

  “Ready?” I asked teasingly.

  “For what?” she sighed, rather groggily. God, I loved surprising her with my skills in bed. Even though I was drunk I knew I still had game. The first thing she felt was a few drops of warm baby oil landing on the small of her back. The oil just ran in rivulets back towards her shoulders. The second set of drops fell shortly afterward, this time in the cleft of her buttocks, where the oil penetrated down past her perineum and ran across her wide-open lips and onto the bed sheets below.

  “Oh!” she gasped one more time.

  “Nice?” I smiled, squeezing another dollop of warm baby oil onto her body, to slide against her most intimate areas. Samantha groaned throatily and opened her legs slightly wider in response. Sitting between her legs, I placed a hand on each of her buttocks and slowly allowed my thumbs to follow the path of the oil, running them down Samantha’s cleft, gently stroking past her anus towards her fleshy lips.

  I gently slid my finger further inside her body; Samantha seemed to have substituted speech with guttural groans. My other hand slipped further round to find her clit, where I gently applied pressure until she roared out in a desperate, uncontrollable climax. Without letting her rest for a moment using my hands and fingers, I then drove Samantha through an intense set of orgasms which left her speechless, dizzy and panting wildly. Finally, once I had made sure that her energy reserves were entirely depleted, I removed myself carefully from her shaking body. “How did you like that?” I asked.

  “I liked it, but it’s not enough.” Even when she was desperate she was still feisty. I couldn’t get over how hot and powerful she was.

  “I’m just getting started,” I breathed, rather confidently.

  Despite her exhaustion, Samantha could sense that I was removing my clothes and her heart rate soared, or at least that’s what I thought. I got up momentarily, turned off the lights and crawled back into bed. The city lights twinkled outside; just what we needed. That was when Samantha realized that I’d taken off all my clothes. As I lay behind her and pulled her body to mine, the oil drenching her skin caused us to slide against each other.

  “Mm, that feels nice,” she sighed, moving fractionally so that we can enjoy the amazing sensation of our two naked bodies gliding over each other. Every so often, Samantha recognized the feel of my hardness catching against her thighs or buttocks causing her body to jump with expectation.

  “I can’t take it any longer,” I groaned. “Come on, lay on your back. Open your legs.”

  Once she had quickly and willingly done as instructed, I kneeled between her legs and allowed some of my weight to rest on Samantha’s. We both groaned at the unexpected sensuality and as I dropped my head to tenderly kiss her, I began to glide my body against hers. Positioning myself carefully, I slid my penis directly over Samantha’s clit. Her hips bucked as she cried out in unexpected delight.

  Suddenly she stopped and instructed me to kiss her again down there. Alright, I could take that. I slid down against the sheets and she lifted herself to my mouth. I groaned against her skin, wondering if she was going to come right there. I used my hands to explore her body, my thumbs pressing against her armpits and my tongue delving underneath each breast, pushing at the undersides, dancing across her skin, pressing against each nipple. It was almost too good, and Samantha dropped her head down to look at me, probably catching glimpses of my eyelashes as I moved my face against her skin.

  “You're beautiful,” I whispered before pausing and holding my breath. Samantha moaned as I took her nipple in my lips, pressing them together over it, releasing then pressing them again, trapping her in a hot vice.

  “Oh God, Ryan, what are you doing?” she asked, confused, almost.

  I paused again, then she pushed herself against my mouth, wanting more. I repeated the sweet torture, this time my lips a little tenser, and she realized I was smiling. She was laughing with it, too, her breathing catching in her throat. Then I switched to the other breast. Samantha arched her back, trying to get closer to me, but with the way I was sitting on the bed, her crotch was too far back. It was frustrating the hell out of her, and I was enjoying watching her suffer. She leaned in; I loosened my grip under her arms and, with a firmer bite of her nipple that elicited another loud gasp from her, I released her.

  “You’re clearly the beautiful one here,” she said, brushing her hand over my package, watching me close my eyes, feeling me twitch and bump against her hands.

  She teased me a little, brushing her fingertips over and around me, drawing them down my inner thighs and then back again. My eyelashes flickered, my hips lifted up every so often.

  “I wonder what you taste like.” I jumped at her first touch, apparently unaware she’d knelt down in between my legs. She held me firmly in one hand, pressed her mouth to th
e head again, dragging her lips around me, then opening them to take me into her mouth, rolling her tongue around me, listening to me breathing.

  “I'm not going to last very long if you keep doing that,” I warned her.

  She hummed, pulling me deeper into her mouth, wanting me, stroking my belly with one hand and feeling me tensing up beneath her touch, sliding her other hand up and around my base. It was like she was making love to me with her mouth and tongue; meanwhile, my hands were tight in her golden hair.

  “Samantha,” I said urgently.

  She hummed again, staying with me as my hips rose, taking it as I came in her mouth.

  I really wasn't joking; I came quietly, a series of low, deep, breathy sighs.

  She was still swallowing as I lifted her up, my hands on her ribcage, pulling at her to stand up, hugging her close to my heaving chest. I held her tightly, my arms pressed around her waist, keeping her close, calming myself. I twisted my head and urged her down to my mouth, shoving my tongue inside, filling her, my eyes filling hers, my hands hot and busy over her backside. Eventually, I released my mouth and tapped at her waist.

  “I think you should take this off before we get it messy,” I whispered into her ear before slipping a couple of fingers inside the waistband. “What do you say?”

  She kissed the side of my head, then stepped back to undress. I watched. She lifted one leg, then the other, out of the skirt. Then she pushed her stockings down her legs and stepped out of her heels. I held her arm to keep her balanced as she released her feet from the nylon, wiggling her toes, enjoying the feel of the thick rug at the side of the bed.

  “Mm, no better sight than a woman undressing,” I murmured like an animal.

  Just as she was about to climb in, my arm slid around her waist from behind and I pressed her back against my growing erection, my other arm sweeping her hair to one side as I dragged my open mouth back and forth across her neck, my stubble rasping against her skin. This was very nice, and she dropped her head to give me more to play with. Heat raced over her body as she felt my hand stroking its way over a breast, pausing just long enough to tilt my palm beneath it, cradling it, then feathering over her ribs, which was ticklish and made her suck her breath in.

  Then I caught her by surprise, flattening my hand across her belly and pushing her more firmly back to me, lifting and rubbing her butt against my hardness. I was making her giggle again with the way I was pressing and wriggling my penis against her. But as my hand dove down inside the front of her panties, my fingers halted the giggling altogether.

  She felt wonderful. Soft and warm and very wet indeed. There was so much I wanted to do with this woman I was finding it difficult to focus.

  Then, without warning, she ordered me to lean back against the headboard. She rotated herself over me to lubricate me as much as she can, then she bent just enough to kiss me on the lips. My response was passionate, consuming, open-mouthed. Pure euphoria rid over me, down my spine, through my limbs until my fingers and toes curled. She raised her hips a little until she could pull me upright under her, looking into my eyes - still open for me- pausing at the feel of me at her entrance. The promise of it nearly overwhelmed her right there. She took a deep breath and drifted downwards onto me, but I was a bit too big to merely drift. My eyes widened as she pushes down with more intent, then rose up to release the pressure, rotated around me again, pushing down to take more of me. I released another quiet groan.

  I pressed a fingertip to her clit gently, but her hips bucked, causing me to thrust upwards into her, and we nearly bumped heads. Laughing but hissing too, she tried to adjust herself and relax. I helped by using both hands to rub generous circles around her hips and back and down to her ass. This felt really good; seemed to do the trick as I felt her relaxing and widening out around me.

  She pressed her hips downwards some more and in a glorious rush, she had taken all of me inside her; it was as though I’d pushed all the air from her body and she fought for breath for a couple of seconds, delighted at how much I filled her, exalted she’d been able to fit me in her once again. She dropped her head, heat racing through her, as we both sat still, staying in this moment with each other. She was just about used to the feel of me when I raised her chin in my hand and held my palm against the side of her face.

  My hips shifted beneath her, blowing any rational thought out of her mind.

  “God, Ryan. Do that again!”

  I shifted again, and it was as good as the first time. She tightened over me a little as I did it again, then again. Her eyes drifted closed as I settle into a gentle, almost playful rhythm, my head back on the headboard, my hands resting on her ass. The sensations were delicious. She trembled and pulled on my hardness with her insides.

  I was holding her more firmly now, my thrusts less gentle. She tipped forward. My eyes flew open and my lips parted; I thought it was one the hottest sights I'd ever seen. There were greed and lust in those eyes and other things I couldn’t fathom.

  Somehow, I was moving us down the bed, pulling her with me, my arms clamping her to my chest then one arm moving to her ass to keep her tight to me, rolling us over until she was underneath me, her back pressed into the cool linen of the bed sheets.

  Five - Sarah

  I flicked my wrist and checked the time; ten AM. I hated being late to work, but today was an exception, today was my downtime. Frederick always made exceptions for me, and even though the idea of his employees being late to work made his skin crawl, he was very understanding when it came to me.

  As I rushed through the parting doors I felt a bit strange, almost like the air had changed. The entrance was unusually quiet; had everyone vanished into thin air? My heels clicked against the marble, and then I took the elevator up to the third floor. Ting. The doors parted slowly, and the sight of people filled my view. “What’s going on here?” I asked Natasha, Frederick’s secretary. She was standing by the water cooler, talking to a bunch of people that I only knew vaguely.

  “Didn’t you hear?” she asked me, her eyes wide. “Frederick isn’t CEO anymore.”

  “The hell?” I couldn’t help but utter. “Well, where’s Frederick right now? Is he in his office?”

  “He doesn’t want anyone going into his office right now,” she told me, but I ignored what she said and I headed straight for the elevator again and took it up to the fourteenth floor. The first thing I saw was Frederick, smoking a cigar and staring out the window at the city as always. I stormed into his office without knocking. “Is it true?” I asked him.

  He turned to me slowly and took another drag. Then he sipped his espresso and crossed one leg over the other. “It is,” he nodding. My son is officially CEO of Callaway Tech.

  “And you’re okay with this? I don’t understand,” I said, my eyes darting back and forth frantically. “What the hell happened?”

  “Well apparently, my spoiled brat of a son convinced the board to remove me, so they did,” he said. I was in a state of total disbelief. A thousand thoughts were zapping through my head, and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

  “I can’t believe he would do something like this,” I said, stomping my foot against the floor.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Frederick reassured me. “I’m getting old, Sarah, it’s about time I stepped down.”

  “No, this doesn’t sound like you,” I insisted. “Did Ryan get in your head about this whole merger thing?”

  “Oh, about that. It’s happening,” he told me. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer; suddenly it felt like my whole world was falling apart. I was the kind of person who didn’t like surprises, let alone horrible ones. Frederick was awfully cold, puffing out thick cigar smoke and swiveling back and forth in his chair. His blinked at me slowly, and I grew more and more worried about him. “The board is convinced that we should go through with the merger. Basically, there’s nothing I can do about it.” He shrugged helplessly, and that frustrated me even more.

  “So what, you’re
just going to give up?” I asked him. Ryan was a despicable human, and I was growing more and more hateful towards him by the second.

  “Hey, I did my best, alright? I’ve been going in and out of meeting rooms since this morning, but the decision is final. And hell, if my own children want to tear this whole thing down, then they can go ahead and do it!” Frederick reached down under his desk. My eyes followed him as he pulled out a flask, and this was my first time seeing him drink on the job. “Don’t look at me like that,” he ordered. “Technically I don’t work here anymore, so they can’t tell me shit.”

  “But you do,” I said, running to him. “You run this whole thing, don’t ever forget that.”

  “I’ve been thinking about retiring for quite some time now, it’s for the best,” he told me. “I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.” His head drooped like a deflated balloon, and then he took one quick sip from his flask before screwing the cap back on and tucking it into his drawer. “That’s enough drinking for today, I think I’m gonna go home.”

  “I can’t believe the whole board voted on this, even Marissa? She’s one of your favorites!”

  “I mean, I don’t know what the hell Ryan promised them. He keeps telling me, “Dad, I’ve got big hopes for this company!” and you know what, I don’t believe him. I think he’s gonna bring it all down, and then he’s gonna come back crying.”

  “Then why let him do that? Why give him what he wants?” I asked him, eager to understand. I had never seen Frederick like this before. He was oddly calm, observing the people trodding up and down the hallway, like a robot, almost. He set his cigar aside and looked at me lovingly, and I couldn’t help but burst into tears. “You’ve taught me so many things, and now you’re just gonna walk out like that?”

  “Sarah, I’m still gonna be around, you know. Besides, Ryan will make a great boss.”

  I must’ve thrown up in my mouth a little. Just the thought of working for Ryan made my skin crawl, but I had no choice but to nod solemnly. “I just don’t want you giving up on this whole thing. I don’t want you to take the backseat and watch it all go up in flames.”