Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) (30 page)

“Yes Sir.” My breath hitches and I don’t know how I am going to stop my own building pleasure.

“Good girl.” He steps close and pushes my shoulder with one hand as he releases his buckle with the other. This really doesn’t feel like a punishment as I kneel infront of him. I undo his zip and his trousers fall to the floor. I carefully release his rock hard erection and fist my hand around the root, applying some pressure I move the silk soft skin over his long thick shaft. The wide crown is soft against my tongue and I lick around the tip before I sheath my teeth and suck him into my mouth. He lets out a guttural moan and fists his hands in my hair pulling me into him as he pushes deep in to my throat. I can feel his veins pulsing against my lips as I swallow and hollow my cheeks taking as much as I can, skilfully using my tight fist to squeeze and pump him to his root. I cup is heavy balls with my other hand and feel him tighten. His thrusts are faster, harder and I feel him hit the back of my throat. I am having to focus on my breathing to stop the gag reflex, I want all of him. I feel him flex and tense and suddenly his cock gets bigger and his hips jerks and stop as he holds my head firm and I pump my hand milking the last drop. He comes deep down the back of my throat with an agonising moan.

That was hard and really fast. My lips a swollen from the rough thrusting but even so it really didn’t feel like a punishment. I don’t even feel too frustrated at not having an orgasm myself. It felt amazing to just please him, for it to be all about him. I smile a satisfied smile as he directs me through the crowd with his arm around my waist. We reach our table and I slip back into my seat.

“Another round?” Daniel asks casually and he and Paul disappear to the bar. Sofia is quick to notice my swollen lips.

“Maybe some mouthwash?” Sofia giggles after them, luckily it’s too noisy and they’re too far to hear.

“Sofs!” I cringe.

“Hey don’t shoot the messenger!” She laughs and I join her. “You did say he’s kind of hard to say no to.” She is still laughing, this is such rich material for her and so out of character for me she’s loving it.

“Yes, something like that.” I hang my head at my own wantonness.

The men return with fresh drinks and the conversation remains normal but as we begin to discuss the weekend I feel him tense beside me and I hate that I want to know what’s making him react like this. I turn to speak just to him.

“Look you don’t have to tell me and I don’t want to know but you get tense at the mention of the weekend and all I want to know is there anything I can do to make it better?” I hold his strong chin and look with all seriousness in his eyes.

“You already do, baby.” He kisses me so softly it makes my chest ache. But he doesn’t tell me any more, so I leave it. “Look ladies, Paul; I will leave you to the rest of your evening. I have work to do, do you need my driver to take you home?”

“Paul can drop us or we’ll get a taxi.” I lean up to kiss him but he frowns.

“No Paul will take you or my driver will take you.” He demands clearly.

“Right, Paul will take us.” This time I manage to kiss the corner of his lips.

“You are working at the restaurant tomorrow night, all night?” He states.

“Yes.”

“And then your mothers all day Sunday, is that right?” He looks agitated.

“Yes Daniel and I’ll see you after, after work and after my visit.” I hold his gaze but his eyes flash with uncertainty. It was only fleeting but it was there. I hate uncertainty.

After Daniel leaves; Sofia grabs my hands.

“Oh Bets.” She sighs and I know she’s hearing unicorns. “You two are scorching hot together, do you even notice there is anyone else around, because I know he doesn’t.” I smile but now I’m unsettled. “He can’t take his eyes off you, he’s so intense, it’s seriously panty wetting material.” Paul coughs.

“Hey! I’m right here babe.” He points to his somewhat wounded face, which she instantly captures and kisses profusely. “That’s better.” He smiles as she finishes adoring him enough to restore his pride.

“He is intense.” It’s all I can say, my mind and heart elsewhere, somewhere much more precarious.

“I know you’re probably shitting yourself right now.” Sofia is hugging me goodnight. Paul decided to stay over too and I’m in her guest room because I have a call booked. “But he is really serious about you.”

“Well I’m such a catch.” I joke but she looks stern.

“Don’t! I know you think I’m all rose tinted and see romance everywhere, but I know love when I see it.” She stands looking as fierce as anyone can in fluffy pink pajamas.

“Fuck Sofs!, He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t know me.” I sigh at her sad face. “Look, there is definitely passion and lust; off the charts chemistry. I’ll give you that but anything else is you projecting, I’m afraid.” My turn to look stern or she will have me engaged by the end of the week.

“But what he said about ‘boyfriend for now’?” She pleads her case.

“Goodnight Sofs” I go to shut the door on her pouting face.

“Do you trust him Bets?” Her voice soft.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Then it’s Ok to let him in.” She kisses my forehead and lets me close the door.

I hear my phone vibrate and pick it up immediately and answer quietly.

“Sir?”

“Good Evening Lola, why are you speaking quietly?” His deep voice sends a familiar chill across my skin.

“Sir, I am staying at a friends and I don’t want to disturb her.”

“Very well. Are you wearing something I sent you?” He continues regardless of my location.

“No Sir, it wouldn’t feel right.” I’m being honest.

“Interesting, well tell me, are you at least naked?” I did quickly remove my T-shirt before the call.

“Yes Sir.”

“And have you been a good girl today?”

“No Sir.” I can think of at least one occasion and I feel a little rush of heat at the recollection and the consequence.

“Really? And were you punished?” His voice deepens with a gravel rough quality.

“Yes Sir.”

“So you have been punished since we last spoke, did you enjoy it, did it make you wet?” I can hear him draw in a slow breath.

I take in my own deep breath as a raw need starts to build in my core and I run my hand over the skin of my bottom remembering the heat from my spanking. “Yes sir.” I pause. “It hurt at first but it did make me wet, very wet.” My face is flushed and bright red.

“So you have received administrative punishment since we spoke last, that makes me hard Lola . . . and jealous. And you said you were naughty today, were you naughty because you wanted to be punished?”

“No Sir.” I don’t think so.

“Really? Are you sure? Did you believe your actions would go unpunished?”

I think about this carefully, “No Sir, I knew I would be punished.”

“You knew you would be punished for your behaviour and yet you did, whatever it was, regardless. Does that not strike you as the actions of someone wanting to be punished?” He is coaxing my confession.

“Yes Sir , it does.”

“Tell me?”

“Yes Sir, I wanted to be punished.” I sigh softly and I tingle all over. My body hyper alert from my encounter with Daniel earlier, I feel hot and frustrated.

“Good girl, now I don’t want you to touch yourself, I know you want to but that is my punishment for you.”

“Why am I being punished by you?” I sound a little desperate and a lot frustrated.

“Because you want me to.” I let out a slight moan, I know I won’t touch myself now and I hear his knowing laugh, he knows it too. “Goodnight Lola.” The line goes dead.

MY PHONE BUZZES in my pocket as I’m heading downstairs for my shift.

MY CAR WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU AFTER YOUR SHIFT TONIGHT. D

I have heard nothing from him all day and I’ve been unsettled since our conversation at the bar. I can feel my defences going up and I kick myself that I had started to let them down, that he made me feel safe. I make myself safe.

AND HELLO TO YOU TOO b

Nothing.

I am just wrapping my apron when Sofia rushes through the door in a panic.

“Oh God Bets you have to help me! My manager has called in sick, I’m not supposed to be working tonight but they have a Charity Drinks and Canapé reception at the club and now I have to be hostess. I need another me!” She has her hands presses together in prayer, but it really isn’t me she needs to pray to and I tilt my head toward Joe to indicate as such.

“Uncle Joe.” She wraps him in a big hug, “I’m taking Bets, I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” She finishes her request with a hard kiss on his cheek, he laughs.

“Oh yeah how you gonna do that Princess?” He holds her until she actually has something to offer in exchange.

“Oh oh . . . I know, baby-sitting, I’ll baby sit your brats!” She barters.

“I’d pay to see that Princess.” He can’t contain his laughter now. “You go but I’ll call in that favour one day Princess, I don’t care who your daddy is!” He calls after her but she has my hand and is dragging me out the door and into the waiting taxi.

I have changed at Sofia’s club into a smarter server’s uniform, fitted white shirt mid length black skirt and black leather pumps. Sofia is flapping about with last minute adjustments to the room, and I am calmly pouring the pink champagne. “Sofs calm down, you’ve done this a million times before.” My tone is soothing, trying to calm my hyper anxious best friend.

“I know, I know, but this is for the boss’s wife. It’s her charity thing and there are lots of really important people here tonight. It’s a who’s who of corporate entertainment. I would’ve been more prepared if it was my show and I hate being dropped in it last minute. It just feels like a huge test or something.” She sucks in a sharp breath. “Now, I want you to start with handing the champagne out and then walk through with the canapés and then . . .”

I place my hand on her flapping arm. “Sofia, breathe. I know what to do, I can manage a tray of drinks and food; just go and hostess. I’ll sort the others and we will be fine, go.” I gently usher her to the entrance and carry on filling the champagne glasses. The private dining room at Sofia’s club is set up tonight for a standing reception for about fifty. The room is nearly full of beautiful people, beautifully dressed, elegant gowns and black tie. Most people have drinks but I collect a tray of fresh champagne to make another walk through, I only take two steps in to the room when I freeze. I don’t know how I still manage to hold the tray but I can’t help my hands from shaking and the glasses from singing their disapproval.