6 comments/ 39255 views/ 22 favorites Calculated Moves By: Niki526 Author's note: Okay so this is my first submission so try to go easy on me and I would love your feedback either way. I know the story starts off with similarities of other well know stories, but hell these are my dark fantasies, and maybe it will take a different direction as we progress. Please bear in mind that this is the setting out and build up chapter, I will try to get these puppies out regularly since I'm on uni break. I promise when the hot scenes do come, I'll try to make them burn. Enjoy ***** Niki This is the one, you have to get in, I kept telling myself this as I park my somewhat old fashioned red volvo outside this massively awesome building, the one accounting firm I've been working towards getting in for the past 3 years. I switch off my car, flip down my mirror and put on some of my mum's smokey pink lipstick, the one she gave me this morning, makeup is not my thing, I guessed it just never really suited me, I always feel like a clown or a some circus person with it on so I stay clear of it, until today of course, my mum insisted I show some sort of effort in my appearance. I don't consider myself to be an overly beautiful person, I'm just average but I'm in good shape considering that I run every morning, everyday so it's fair to say I have a great body apart from my D cup boobs, which always seem to get unwanted attention, I feel like they are out of place on my slight hourglass 110lbs frame but I've had them since I was 13 so I've grown used to them now. I'm 20 years old and still living with my mum, I just graduated at a college near home so I haven't saved up enough to move out as yet but today could change all of that. Today is my interview with JD Incorporation for an internship there, every accounting graduate's dream to be a part of. I run the tips of my fingers through my burgundy brown hair, trying to smooth out this untidy mass then look at my reflection's emerald green eyes and tell her, you can do this, before getting out of the car. I know I'm probably a bit more nervous than the average person but I can't help it, any interaction with someone I don't know has always been frightening and awkward to me, this is maybe the reason why I have very few friends and no boyfriend or ex boyfriend for that matter. I walk through the rotating doors, and admire the coolness of this firm from the furnishing to the employees, everyone's seem so rich and determined, it goes hand in hand I assume, I walk over to the front desk receptionist, "Hello my name's Skylar Grey, I'm here for the internship." I manage to say sounding pretty professional, she types out my name then looks up again, "Yes, Ms Grey, your interview will be done by Mr Dornan, please go up to his office on the 25th floor, his secretary will instruct you further." she says, sounding even more professional with a polite smile. "Okay thank you." I smile back weakly By this point I'm slightly shaking from all the nerves, I have heard of Mr Dornan, he's the 'JD' in JD Inc, I didn't think he personally does the recruiting, doesn't he have people for that. During the ride up in the elevator, I go through my answers in my head, and give myself one last pep talk, you're top in your class for God's sake, stop doubting yourself. The doors finally open I run my hands down my plum fitted dress and take a deep breath and step out. The secretary, looks up at me, and immediately knows what I am here for. "Ms Grey you may go in, Mr Dornan's expecting you." I slowly push open the heavy wooden doors and step in, Mr Dornan looking at his computer screen and doesn't seem to notice that I entered, I walk towards his desk and that does the trick, these pointed pencil heeled shoes are loud enough to get his attention, he looks at me and I stop, dead, he's gorgeous...completely inappropriate thought. "Umm good day Mr Dornan, I'm Skylar Grey, I'm here for the internship..." I trail off He stands up and slowly stalk towards me, he's deep blue eyes feels like it's penetrating through my very soul, I look down to break the contact, he comes in front of me, and when I look forward and see the broad expanse of his suited chest, jeez he's tall, I'm only 5ft 6in so I'm guessing he's 6ft tall, I look up and he smiles. Oh "Hello Ms Grey, James Dornan, I was just reading your particulars, quite impressive, I'm very please to you." He extends he's hand to me, I slightly lick my seemingly dry lower lip and shake his hand. That's weird.. there's a charge to his touch which makes my heart rate speed up. "It's an honour to meet you Mr Dornan." I pull my hand away "Come take a seat and we will begin" he gestures to the black chair at the front of his desk. I walk forward towards the desk and have an odd feeling that he's eyes are on me, on my body, as if, I sit down than does he. The next 45 minutes he asks me a series of questions, all the usual stuff and I answer back trying to be as confident and professional as I can be. We are almost done, he's talking about the company, he's sounds so passionate and smart, well he has to be, he's probably no older than 30, and has achieved so much, I try to maintain constant eye contact with him, but he's so distracting, he has curly unruly dark brown hair, a chiselled face, perfect features and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen but as I look into them I see something, there's something about his eyes, something dark which makes him look almost cunning. He clears his throat, shit, he noticed I wasn't listening. "Ms Grey are you getting bored, I seem to have lost your attention," he says sternly, oh no I blew it. "No Mr Dornan not at all, I'm sorry." I say softly and look down at my lap. "Then tell Skylar what distracted you, was it my devastatingly good looks," he says amused, I snap my head up and he smirks, I instantly flush, my face feels scorching hot and he chuckles lightly, "You don't have to answer that." I bit my lip and his expression darkens and his laughing ceases. "Ms Grey I'm sure you were wondering why I carry out the interview, while other firms have allocated people to choose who works for the them, I prefer to choose who works in my firm, personally, because only I can choose the best, I like to size each person up, get to know the type of person they are, the type of employee they will be, I judge them, do you want to know my judgement of you and what will be the outcome of this interview?" he asks seriously "Yes." it's over, I wait for his reply holding my breath. " I presume you probably have no social life, you worked your ass off in college to get these kind of grades, and consequently you have no life experience, no street smarts so to say and this could negatively affect my company if I had to employ you, because you wouldn't have that edge I need," gosh don't hold back, I'm about to burst into tears, keep it together, "but I'm willing to take a chance with you, I think you have enough potential to overcome these...misfortunes. I would like for you to join my team." he says. What the fuck! Calculated Moves Ch. 02-03 Chapter 2 It's 2 months since I started my internship with JD Inc., it has been quite exciting, who knew accounting would be. If I have to be honest, this was never a profession I wanted to get in to, I'm more on the arty and creative side, who wants to be stuck at a desk, for the rest of their life. I wanted to be a sketch artist or a painter maybe but according to my dad that was not going to pay my bills, so when he died, I did what he wanted of me, what he expected of me and I did it the best that I could. So here I am, at my cubicle going through some account on my computer. An email notification pops up, crap, it's from Mr Dornan's secretary. I have to meet with him in the next 15 minutes. I push back my chair and get up slowly, wondering why he wants to see me. I haven't had a proper conversation with him since the interview, God was that awkward. I was utterly in shock that day, I remember him shaking my hands in congratulation and I managed to get out a thank you, I also remember him giving me one of those dark challenging smiles, like I didn't know what I was getting into but I thought nothing of it. Over the last 2 months, my opinion, my judgement...freak, of him has changed drastically, whatever infatuation I probably had for him, has disappeared off the face of the earth, I hope. He's just not a nice guy plain and simple, and a bit creepy, so I keep my distance. I head to the bathroom to freshen up. I'm such a mess, I hope he doesn't mind, I giggle to myself in front of the mirror. I'm wearing my usual baggy sweater, this one's navy blue, over a baby pink blouse and a flowy above the knee a-line navy skirt, I ditched the heels and opted for ballerina pale pink pumps. I brush through my hair, thinking of all the other pretty girls working here, I feel like the ugly duckling of the bunch, no need to doll up, you are here to work Sky, I tell myself and with that I off to his office. I knock once and open the door, he looks up from the mass papers on his table, his eyes sweeps along my body, looking at me critically, I think he minds. "Ah yes, Ms Grey, please have a seat, I will be done in just a moment." he says smoothly and looks back down to his papers. I sit and wait for him. He is still incredibly handsome, everyone calls him Jamie, now I can see why, he's a pretty boy. He's wearing a dark blue tailored suit, white dress shirt and patterned steel gray tie, he's not a big muscular guy, he's tall, lean and fit. I look at his hands and there's no ring and there's no photos in his office either, huh and I have no social life, I smile to myself. "I have been monitoring you for the past 2 months," he starts, "and I have to say I'm blown away by you, your work, your commitment. You have exceeded my expectations and you are exactly what I need." he says sounding a bit cryptic, stop being paranoid. "I am here for whatever you need me for, sir." I reply. "I'm glad because for the next 3 days I need your assistance with an account in New York, I would like for you to accompany me there." he finishes. What, me! I would probably screw up, is he serious? "Are you sure I'm the one you should take for this account?" I ask, staring at him completely gob smacked, he looks at me intensely, "Yes I want you, will you join me?". Hell yeah, "Yes, of course I will." I swallow, " thank you so much for this opportunity, I won't let you down." "I know you won't." he smiles. The next couple of hours are a rush, I'm so siked, but we have to fly to NY tonight since the meeting is early tomorrow morning. Mr Dornan and I are in the company's private jet on our way there. I try to read through the notes about the account one last time. Creep face is on his Mac, extremely busy. He looks up and catches me watching him, I look away quickly, I don't want to give him the wrong impression, so I don't look at him for the rest of the flight. Once we land, he ushers me into the car, his hand on my lower back, dude back off. As we drive there, I feel like he's staring at me but I can't tell, it's too dark. We get off and I look up at the building, this is strange, it doesn't look like a hotel, he guides me inside and into the elevator before pressing the penthouse button, okay what's going on, we are definitely not at an hotel, and now we are alone in here going up to the penthouse. "I'm sorry, but it completely slipped my mind, this is my apartment. Whenever I'm in New York for business, I stay here, instead of going to a hotel, I hope it's okay with you?", he asks stepping in front of me, that's it, I had enough of this shit, he's controlling me, I dropped everything for this last minute request, to help him so the least he could do is show some common courtesy. I look at him in the eye, "No its not okay," I snap,"I was under the impression that we were going to have our own separate hotel rooms, it is highly inappropriate to have an employee stay over at your home for 3 days, don't get me wrong I know your intentions are strictly professional, but if people from the office hear of this, they will come to their own conclusions, so no I'm not okay with it." I say angrily. His jaw clenches and he steps forward, I take a step back and now I'm pressed against the elevator. He comes so close to me, I can feel his clothing touching mine, his breath on my skin, his eyes narrows and his expression darkens, "Well that's too bad Ms Grey...and are you sure you know my intentions?" he growls, I look down at the floor, what the hell is going on?, he grabs my jaw painfully and brings my face back up to his, "I didn't appreciate that tone Skylar, I expect my employees to treat me with respect, is that understood?", he asks sharply, I nod slowing but his grip gets tighter around my face, "Yes sir." I say meekly, he looks at me, fuming. I'm officially scared shitless. The elevator comes to a halt, he let's go of my face, and grabs my upper arm, "Come." he says quietly. I'm trembling now, I barely notice the code he enters on the keypad before the doors open, I walk out, I need some space, and see our luggage in the hallway, this place is huge and amazing but I don't care, right now I need to escape to my room and try to forget what just happen. I get my suitcase and turn towards him, he's watching me intently, "Could you please show me to my room, I'm feeling exhausted." I ask politely. "Of course, the guest room is upstairs, 3rd door on your right." he replies, this guy's a psycho. I retreat to my room, close the door silently and lock it. I look around, it's lovely, everything looks so beautiful, I find the joint bathroom and decide to take a nice hot shower before going to bed. My shower is quick all the while my mind's racing about the events that just transpired, you were right, this is very inappropriate, you weren't overreacting, what I was fighting for isn't even the problem anymore, it's how he handled it, he intimidated me, he scared me and then acted as if that's normal. I get out of the shower, wipe myself with the fluffy white towel and than wrap it around me, just do your job and than you can go home, I tell myself as I dry my hair with another towel and enter my bedroom. I push my hair back from my face, and see him, sitting on my bed with his fitted dark grey shirt and sweats, I let out surprised scream then step back, "What are you doing here?, the door was locked!" I demand, trying to compose myself. "Well I figured, I would give you your punishment after your shower." he says calmly, punishment, what the fuck? "What are you talking about?!" I ask hysterically. I cross my arms over my chest realising I only have a towel secured around me. "You were disrespectful in the elevator, you need to be punished" he explains slowly as if I'm some retarded child with difficulty in understanding. He stands up and walk towards me. "Are you insane?, GET OUT!" I yell angrily. He's on me in a flash, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me hard against the bedroom wall, his right hand wraps around my throat and squeezes it lightly. I'm starting to feel light headed from fear, I look at him, and he has a frightening expression. I claw at his hand but his left hand effectively grabs both my wrists and bring it above my head against the wall. "Did I not just explain to you, that I demand respect from my employees?" he growls at my face bearing his white teeth, I feel like I'm about to throw up. I wiggle my body against his, trying to struggle out of his grip, but I press my belly against something big and hard in his lower regions, it takes me a moment to realise what that is before I become completely still and look back him, my eyes wide, he seems somewhat amused now, "Answer me" he says quietly. I bite my lip then swallow, his eyes follows the movement, "Yes you did...I'm sorry" I whisper, his gaze is locked on my mouth. He's eye moves slowly up my face back to my eyes, his expression seem to have changed from anger to... hunger, I think. He releases his hold, but as soon as I'm free, he cups my face with both his hands and kisses me roughly, pressing my lips against my teeth painfully, I push against his chest trying to break the violation and protest, stop, against his lips but that just allows his tongue access into my mouth, I feel tears running down my cheeks, this has to stop, he sucks my lower lip hard, then nips it between his teeth, terrifying me further. He pulls away, rubbing the pads of his thumbs gently across cheek bones, lightly wiping away my tears, as he looks down at me, we are both panting. "What did you did think I called you out here for, there is no client, I wanted you, I've always wanted you, from the first time I saw you, you are mine. I didn't hire you because you were good, I hired you because I want to fuck you and I will...tonight. You belong to me now. I've waited long enough and for the next 3 days, I'm going to get my fix of you." he says seriously, I'm screwed, I stare at him, horrified and absolutely speechless, he planned this from the beginning, how could you not see it?. He takes my hand and walks me to the front of the bed. Chapter 3 I walk with him silently to the bed, trying to come up with a way to escape, I need to hit this fucker unconscious and get out of here. But how? I look around, and spot the vase on the chest of drawers before he whips me around to face him, as we stand at the foot of the bed. "I know you smart, don't prove me wrong by trying to do something stupid. I'm going to hurt you, don't make it worse for yourself." he advises calmly, normally, looking down at me. His hand comes up to my chest, lightly tugging open my towel but I clutch on to it, "Please don't do this." I choke out, with a fresh set of tears pouring down my face. He regards me for a moment, I swallow, this is my chance, I know what I have to do, I stand on my tiptoes, and slowly place my lips on his, my heart's beating so fast, I can feel the drumming in my ears, I let go of my towel to bring my arms up and around his neck, kissing him for all I've got, once my towel hits the floor, his hands are on me instantly, running along my body, squeezing me, everywhere. I try to deepen the kiss further, and he groans into my mouth, grabbing my ass in his hands, he pulls me against his chest. I bring my hands to hold onto the sides of his face, his light facial hair scrapping against my soft palms. I take he's lower lip into my mouth, sucking onto it, like he did to me earlier. I check his face, his eyes are closed, he seems to be enjoying my kiss, that's when I clamp down my teeth on his lip, biting as I hard as I can, I need to taste blood, he hisses and immediately pulls away from me. I bolt to the drawers for the huge vase, with the full intention of smashing his skull open. I'm fast on my feet so I get the vase in my hand soon enough but before I can turn around to face him, he grabs a handful of my damp hair painfully, reeling me back against him, he takes the vase out of my grasp and throws against the wall, hard, shattering it to pieces. I start sobbing, he's going to kill me. "You stupid bitch." he spits out dangerously in my ear, for once he's right, he drags me to the bed and shoves me face first in the mattress, my body is bent at my hips with my toes still on the floor and my chest and face pushed into the duvet, leaving my butt utterly exposed, I struggle hysterically, trying to push myself up with my hands and kick back at him, but his hand is still gripping my hair, keeping me down. His large palm cracks down brutally on my ass in quick succession, and I scream out in excruciating pain, weeping uncontrollably, my ass is on fire, I don't even know how many times he has struck me. "NO, STOP, please, I can't take anymore. I'm sorry, please..." I beg, he leans over my back, rubbing his groin against my sore backside. He yanks my head up with my hair and speaks directly in my ear, breathing hard, "You are mine, there's no escaping, do you understand me?" he asks roughly. "Yes, I understand, please." I pant, broken. He withdraws from my body and looks over me, admiring his hard work, I remain on my belly, lying still, waiting for him. I hear his breathing calm down then he gently slides his hands under my arms and pulls me up on my feet. Once I'm standing, he goes to the bed and pulls down the sheets and blanket, before coming back to me. He bends slightly and scoops me up in his arms. Carrying me to the bed, he climbs onto the bed with his knees and then cautiously lies me down flat on the centre of the bed, I whimper at the stinging contact of my butt on the bed. He's kneeling at the side of me, his eyes moving down the length of my body and I can't help but feel exposed so I bring my hands over my private parts. He reaches out and gently pushes them aside, he licks his lips then cups most of my right boob, possessively. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the rest of the tears to seep down my temples. "Fuck," he groans, "I knew your tits would feel as good as they looked." with that he bends his head and sucks on to my breast roughly, lightly biting my nipple causing me to cry out. He sits up again and I open my eyes, he drags his t-shirt over his head revealing his defined abs and perfectly sculpted chest, he looks strong, much stronger than I thought, you don't stand a chance. I stare up at him dazed and he chuckles, I flush and feel my wet face start to warm. He straddles my hips and turns his attention back to my boobs alternating between both, sucking one while groping the other, literally feasting on my chest. It's an overwhelming sensation, I don't understand it, my boobs feel so sensitive and each suck he makes causes my nether regions to clench, I moan and arch my back off the bed, bending my knees and curling my toes into the sheets, I feel him smile against my skin, what's happening to me, my entire body is tense, hot, and I'm panting. He comes up, bracing himself on his palms on each side of me and kisses me tenderly, I'm so confused, what do I do. He places kisses along my jaw, as he uses one hand to pull down his sweats and boxer briefs. The contact of his dick on my lower belly, sets me into action, I start pushing my fists against his chest, crying for him get off me, he sucking on my neck, completely oblivious to my struggles. He's not listening to me, this helpless feeling lodges a lump in my throat that I can't seem to swallow, I don't want this, what if he hurts me again, I can't breath. "Jamie" I choke out weeping hysterically. He finally looks up at me, he starts to smooth my hair out of my face and wipes my tears away, "Ssh baby, don't be scared, I'll make it feel good for you too. I need you to calm down, take deep breaths with me...yes that's it, you're okay...you can do this...you're safe.", safe! My beaten ass, he did help though, I don't feel like I'm suffocating anymore. He kicks off his sweats and sits up on his knees, bringing a small silver packaging to his mouth, he tears it open with his teeth. His eyes never leaning mine, his reaches down with the plastic in hand and my eyes follows his hands, holy moses, he's massive, he slides on the condom. I look up at him and he smiles leaning over me again, his body in between my legs, I feel his thing nudging against me, he inter-locks his fingers with mine and brings both our hands to the sides of my head, he let's go of my left hand for a second to reach down and slide his dick in between my nether lips to my opening and brings his hand back to mine, my gaze is locked with his, his eyes look so dark, his pupils fully dilated covering most of that beautiful shade of blue, he bends down and kisses me again. I feel him enter me slightly and then he stop, stretching my opening. I kiss him back, trying to distract myself, then he slams his hips forward, forcing himself into me, I feel something tear within me causing me to cry out loud in pain, he doesn't stop but, he's suppose to stop and let me adjust, he withdraws immediately and shoves more of his dick inside of me, I scream out. He groans, "Christ Sky, you are so tight, I can barely get in." "You hurting me, stop" I beg, he's too big, too thick. He starts pumping into me, harder and faster, filling and stretching me beyond the point my body can handle, I scream and cry for him to slow down. "What did you think?" he asks breathing hard, "that I would be gentle with you, as if we are teenage lovers, after that stunt you pulled...Did you think I would take care of you since you was some sweet little virgin?" he asks darkly, looking at me cruelly, he leaves my hands and goes back to viciously groping my boobs. "You..you said you would...make it feel good" I weep quietly, the pain is unbearable. "I lied" he says simply, smirking at me. He picks up the pace, "Wrap your legs around me" he growls. I've quieten down since his confession, I'm starting to feel numb now, not my body, my body is still feeling the brutality, it's my mind that feels numb but his request seems to be the final push for me to fall of the edge and I explode, "Fuck you!, you son of bitch!." I yell furiously and smack him across his face with all my strength. He stops moving, his expression is one of complete shock but that transforms quickly into something menacing, his jaw clenches. He slaps me so hard that I see white for a couple moments, before I can recover he wraps a hand around me throat and he starts choking me, simultaneously fucking me again, harder than before, I feel like he's gonna tear me apart, my face puffs up and I can feel the veins on my neck sticking out, he's cutting off my oxygen supply, my hands grabs onto his, trying to pry them off. He's grunting above my face and slamming in me, for all he's worth, the slick skin of his abdomen rubbing against my flat belly. I start to see spots and my entire body tenses, my pussy clamps around him hard in response to the choking, he groans and starts jerking inside me, his fingers digging into the skin of my neck. I see a look of triumph on his blurred face as I pass out. Giving in to the darkness, finally. Calculated Moves Ch. 04 I come back to consciousness slowly, unwillingly. I cling on to my sleep, enjoying the softness and warmth of my bed, the cushy bliss. I'm on my side so I turn to move on my back, uh, someone is spooning up against me. My eyes snap open and everything comes flooding back to me, I remember. I can feel his arm wrapped around my waist under the blanket, but he hasn't responded to my movement. I wait for a while and hear that his breathing is even, he's still asleep, According to the bedroom clock it's just past 4 am, there's a dull light that comes through the window and I can hear the rain outside. It's probably really cold, but James is keeping me warm. I attempt to peel myself away from his body, holding my breath, I successfully manage to get off the bed, he stirs a little but pretty much still sleeping. I look around the room and see my handbag and suitcase at the corner by the door, I walk quietly to get my bag and go into the bathroom instead of outside the bedroom, opening the bedroom door might be too risky, he would wake up to the unlocking sound and that would be the end of me. I place my handbag on the counter and catch a glimpse of my reflection. My eyes and lips are red and puffy and my left cheek is slightly swollen. But the most horrific sight is my chest and neck, it's covered with purple and red marks and fingerprints. I touch on them slightly and wince, my entire body feels like I been hit by a car, I just want to sink to the floor, hold myself and cry till there's nothing left, don't distress yourself further, you need to phone for help, focus Sky. I remember my clothes from last night are still in here. I put on my tight powder blue t-shirt and white panties and leave my jeans on the counter next to my bag. I rummage through my handbag but my phone isn't in here, I start panicking, he must be took it already, I feel tears well up again. I take a deep breath and look again. I hear the bathroom door open and freeze. James is at the doorway, he looks at me while rubbing the side of his face and hair and frowns. I remain rooted on the spot, quaking in fear, he caught you on the act, you're fucked. He walks slowly to the toilet, naked, and yawns. For some odd reason my eyes wander down to his ass, it's perfect, I mentally kick myself for looking, he's far from perfect love, he raped you last night to prove it, he's a monster. He pees then comes next to me and washes his hands, "Go back to bed." he says sleepily. I obey and walk hastily into the bedroom, he follows closely behind me. "Wait" he says quietly as I'm about to get on the bed. He comes up behind me and slides his hands up the sides of my thighs and hips and grips my t-shirt. He pulls it up, I lift my hands and he pulls it over my head, dropping it on the floor. He pushes my hair to the side and kiss my neck lightly on the same sore place I touched in the bathroom, it feels as if he's apologising for strangling me. He runs his fingertips along the sides of my waist and breasts, kissing my ear and neck, his touch is feather light, I lean back against his body and close my eyes, enjoying his sudden gentleness, I cling onto it, hopeful that he won't hurt me again. "You're so sweet and innocent," he groans against my ear, his light beard tinkles my ear and I let out a giggle, why? He turns me around to face him, "I didn't intend on hurting you, I thought you would be willingly but than you rejected me and I couldn't accept it so I took what I wanted. You're just so beautiful, you're everything I've ever wanted." he whispers, his expression serious and sorrowful, I can see the guilt in his eyes. My tears finally gush out, how could he do this to me and now he's guilty, am I suppose to feel sorry for him. "How could you do this to me? You lied to me then you raped me, I thought you were going to kill me, I couldn't breath!" I cry out, remembering how afraid I was when he choked me. He looks at me sadly and swallows but doesn't answer me. "Just because you had a bruised ego, you ruined me." I shove him back pushing at his chest, "How could you do that?" I push at him, weeping uncontrollably. He grabs me in an embrace, holding me tightly, my palms are placed against his chest trying to push him away but he doesn't let go of me. I give up knowing there's no point in trying and cry in his chest. He runs his hand over my hair and kisses the top of my head, "I didn't mean to do it." he says heavily, I can hear his heart beating, its as fast as mine. "I'm sorry, Sky" he whispers so soft, I could have missed it while listening to his heartbeat but I didn't. I look up at him and he looks so sincere. Whether he means it or not, I'm not sure but in this moment, after being traumatised so severely last night, I need this comfort, I need him, I need it bad or I'm gonna crack. His right hand cups the side of my face and I lean into his touch, he places his lips gently on mine. He starts kissing me slowly as if I might break, I kiss him back, not thinking about what happened or what's going to happen, just living in the moment, for once in my life. I think he feels me letting go of everything because he bends and grasps the back of my thighs and hoisting me up in the air, he wraps my legs around him. I grab onto his shoulders for security. Breaking the kiss, I wrap my arms around him, my boobs press against his chest and I lie my head on his shoulder, this has to be a dream, it feels so surreal, because in his arms, it feels like home. Suddenly I feel drained, I let out a tired sigh and close my eyes, breathing in his scent, holding on to him tightly. He goes on to the bed and lies us on my sides. We stare at each other and I look at each feature on his face, imprinting each thing subconsciously in my mind because I know this beautiful face is going to haunt my dreams for a really long time. This moment feels like a scene out of a movie and for some strange reason I hear Mighty Hands' At a loss for a Goodbye play in the background as I reach out to touch his face. He closes his eyes when I stroke his beard. I have to tell him, it's now or never, I take a deep breath and he opens his eyes. "I want to go home, Jamie." I say softly, I won't tell anyone. He let's out a shaky breath and says "Okay." Oh my god, he's going to let me go, the sense of relief I feel is indescribable. A wave of happiness washes over me, I close my eyes and smile, letting myself get consumed by it. But there's an awful nagging at the back of mind, I feel like I'm being carried away, more like dragged away, I struggle to open my eyes again, it's like I'm panicking in my mind but everything around me is completely still. I wake up soaking wet and gasping for breath, I'm on my back, the room is bright, it's 7am, Jamie is lying on his front, facing me, peacefully asleep. FUCK, it was a DREAM!!! I'm still stuck in this nightmare! I look up at the white ceiling and start crying loudly, inconsolably, shut up, shut up, shut up, I can't shut up. Jamie shoots up on his elbow, confused and sleepy. It takes him a moment to grasp the situation before he comes up next to me and holds me in his arms, "Please stop crying." he whispers against my temple, "It was just a dream!" I sob. He pushes me away from him, he sits up and sighs, "I going to run on the treadmill for a while, I need you to pull yourself together and don't try anything, I hope you learnt your lesson last night." he says annoyed, oh I have, he gets of the bed, puts on his clothesand leaves the room. I lie on the bed for a while, contemplating my options. I can't tell anyone, he's extremely powerful, he would probably get away with what he did. I just need to survive the next 3 days than I can go home and figure a way to get away from him. Don't piss him off and you will be fine. I stand up slowly, my body is sore and raw. I go to my bag and get my phone, this is different from my dream. I text my mum to let her know I'm fine, hardly, she must be panicking since I didn't call her when I landed. I go in the bathroom avoiding the mirrors, I take a shower, scrubbing myself thoroughly. My skin turns red from my rough treatment and the streaming hot water but I have to scrub him off me. I can still feel him on my skin, his scent, his touch, I need to get it off me. I scrub and scrub, it's not going away, he's not going away. I sink to the floor, pull my knees up to my chest and cry miserably, I don't think I'll ever be able to get away from him, not until he's done with me. After some time I make my decision, this has to be the last time I feel sorry for myself, I'm done with being overpowered by him, I'm gonna stand up for myself, let's see if this asshole has the balls to break me, cos I'm not giving up without a fight. With that I stand up, close the tap and step out. Wiping the mist of the mirror with my towel, I look at myself, I look the same as I did in my dreams, the marks and bruises on my neck and chest, I take a deep breath to prevent myself from crying again, don't break, you pull through this Sky. I put on a matching set of black underwear anddry my hair into soft bouncy waves that falls to my bra. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and dark green t-shirt. I look in the mirror one last time and my reflection looks like me again. I feel a bit better but I'm hungry. I go downstairs and wonder around, this place is magnificent, the view of the city is incredible. I find the kitchen and look for something to eat, the pantry is fully stocked but I'm not a big eater, in general, this situation makes that worse, I just need something to keep me going so I pour a glass of milk and find some lush juicy red grapes, this would do fine. I sit at the counter, sipping the milk slowly and pick at the grapes when he walks in the kitchen. He's shirtless and sweaty, he stops and looks at me surprised, I look down at my glass, I don't like looking at him, especially when he's half naked, it makes me feel...weird. He gets a bottle of water from the fridge and takes a seat next to me. "You look beautiful." he says and sets down the now empty bottle on the counter top. I ignore him, he thinks I'm beautiful...oh get a grip. "Is that all you eating? You need to keep up your strength for what I have planned." he says seriously. "I'm sorry, being stuck here with you, doesn't really stimulate my appetite." I snap and get up. He grabs my arm and yanks me in front of him. "Oh baby, I see you check me out every chance you get. Don't be in denial." he smirks at me, arrogant cow. "Yeah that's why I was so willing last night." I say dryly. His smirk fades away and he stares intensely at me for a while. He wakes up slowly and pulls me with him, I know what's going to happen, so I don't beg, I don't cry, I just follow. He takes me into the master bedroom. He stands us at the side of the bed and grabs my face, kissing me passionately, wildly when he breaks away, I don't even remember my name, I'm so dazed. "I'm going to make you want this...want me." he states darkly. "Maybe in your dreams, Jamie." I smile sweetly, challenging him. He pulls out my t-shirt and shoves me on the bed. He climbs over me and kisses the tops of my breasts down to my navel, his hands running over my ribs to my hip bone. He un-buttons my jeans and then yanks it down my legs and throws on the floor. He looks down at me and licks his lips, "Did you intentionally put this on so I would fuck you hard?" he asks raising his eyebrow. I swallow, I didn't think about his reaction to my underwear. I should have though, he seems extremely turned on. I shake my head, lost for words. He smiles at me, the dazzling, swoon over me smile, I can't help but react so I blush. He flips me around, smacks my ass playfully and pulls my hips up so that I'm on my knees and elbows with my butt up in the air, in level with his crotch. He pulls down my panties and I hear that familiar foil ripping sound. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream out when he falls forward and enters me in one hard thrust, filling me completely, his arm on my back pushing me down and his other hand pressed on the bed next to me. He withdraws slowly and pushes back in, fuck. It still hurts, my insides stretching to the max to accommodate him and there's a burning sensation at my opening. He moves in slow hard strokes, his balls coming into contact with something very sensitive. He picks up the pace and slams into me, harder and faster, holding me down, forcing me to take what he's giving and than he hits something inside me that causes me to cry out, that felt amazing, I clench around him involuntarily, wanting him to stay on that spot. He withdraws and slams back in hitting that spot, holy fuck. The pain mixed with this pleasure is screwing up my mind, I'm enjoying it, don't! don't cave, he starts moving faster, banging onto my pleasure spot repeating, his balls slapping against my sensitive nub, my belly muscles tense, no, no, no, NO! I grip the sheets and scream out, trying to pull my body away. "Jamie" I cry. My inner most muscles contract around him and he keeps going. My breath catches and I let this feeling take over, my entire body stiffens and bows. I cave, cumming hard on the dick of the man who raped me. My legs tremble and I'm about to drop on the bed but he wraps an arm around my hips, keeping me up. I go limp, breathing hard. He stops moving, his dick still hard inside me, he un-hooks my bra and pulls me up by my hair against his chest, our sweaty bodies together. He slides the bra off my arms and holds onto my boobs with one hand and his other arm is around my belly. "I win" he whispers roughly in my ear then nips my ear lobe. I never felt so high, I feel like I'm floating, my entire body is tingling, it takes me couple seconds to understand what he's referring to, by than he's running his fingertips down my navel, to my vagina. His other hand squeezing onto my breasts, pinching my nipples. He starts moving again, slamming upwards into me, his finger moving furiously against my sensitive button, in a circular motion, my belly tightens, no not again, I cry out and grab onto his wrist, in an attempt to stop him. But he continues pushing and pushing, rubbing and rubbing. "Please Jamie...not again...you win, please" I say breathless. "I always win" he growls and moves faster. I release a high pitched scream, throw my head back against his shoulder, and experience another mind shattering orgasm. My neck muscles straining. I stop breathing. I think I blacked out for a couple moments because when I open my eyes he's lying me down on my back. I look at him and he seems pretty pleased with himself but he looks like he's deciding on something. He reaches down, I furrow my eyebrows wondering what he's up to now, he takes out his condom, his dick is still hard, he hasn't cum as yet, I look up at him confused, he leans over me and enters me again, I struggle against him, "What are you doing!?" I yell, trying to push him out of me. "I changed my mind Sky, I want to cum inside you." he says roughly. "NO! GET OFF ME!" I scream in panic pushing at his shoulders, he grabs my thighs and wraps them around his waist then holds my wrists down as he pounds into me, driving his dick over and over in my slick channel, he groans and bumps into my cervix, causing me to cry out and clench, my face hot and wet with tears. He stills, his eyes closed, every visible muscle on his body strains than I feel it inside me, thick hot liquid spraying into me. He collapses on top of me, breathing hard near my ear. "God, that felt good." he says after a while, I can feel his smile against my neck. I lay under him, motionless, I'm no longer crying, what did you do? you came twice then you let him cum inside you. "I hate you" I whisper and close my eyes, trying to figure out who I said that to, him or myself. Calculated Moves Ch. 05 Jamie pulls out and I wince. I can feel his semen ooze out off me, I'm his whore, I think I'm gonna be sick, I get off the bed, gather my clothes and get out of his room as quickly as I can. I can barely move, my entire body feels like jello. I go into my bathroom but I can't hold it in any longer, I throw up on the floor and stagger to the toilet to spill out the remainder, all the milk, the grapes and probably bile, I cry and cough up everything until there's nothing left but a twisting feeling in my belly. I'm so disgusted with myself, with everything that just happened, I'm as sick as him. I stand up on my shaky feet and wobble my way back to the bedroom. I feel like the room is spinning, everything goes a blur and then dark, I collapse on the floor. I wake up to gentle slapping on my face, "Skylar, wake up...Wake up Sky.", I open my eyes and see Jamie's concerned face, he let's out a sigh of relief when he sees me awake. I'm lying on my bed with Jamie sitting at the side of me, he sits me up and gives me a glass of water, I drink everything and hand it back to him. He looks at me and he seems angry, I want to cry again, he turns away at my expression and runs his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Why are you doing to yourself?" he asks exasperated. What? I'm doing this! "You are doing this me, why are doing this to me?!" I shout. "I want you. Is it that bad? What's so awful about having sex with me?" he asks quietly. "You are forcing me, I don't want to sleep with YOU!" I yell, is all this not obvious "So you want to fuck some else than?" he asks darkly, looking at me threateningly, his fist tightening around glass. I raise my chin and look at him in the eye, "Anyone but you." I say firmly, lying, I need him to see I don't want this. It happens so fast, I don't even see it, I just hear the glass shattering against the wall, adding to the broken vase, he grabs my hair and pulls me close to his face, he's jaw clenches, "You are mine, no one's gonna fuckin touch you but me." he spits out in fury. "You enjoyed every second of fucking me, I never saw anyone cum as hard as you." he continues, looking at me dangerously. "You made me, I didn't want to!" I choke out, mortified. His eyes move around my face, analysing me. "You're lying." he smirks and shoves me back on the pillow. "Rest for while, I'm gonna take care of all this mess before you hurt yourself." he says irritated. I snort at his comment, yeah cos I'm hurting myself, he glares at me then walks to the bathroom. I pull my blanket up and lie back. I think he's cleaning up my puke, I smile to myself, Mr High 'n Mighty cleaning. He goes out of the room and comes back with a dust bin and broom, I watch him sweep up the broken pieces, my eyelids feel heavy, I feel drowsy, all the pain dissipating from my body, did he put painkillers in the water? I doze off. I wake up around 1pm, I feel much better. I go in the bathroom, wash my face and wipe my body. I put my clothes back on and go downstairs. I can't hear or see him anywhere so I try my luck and go to the elevator, trying numerous codes. "I made us something to eat." he says behind me. I whip around and look at him guiltily, he ignore me and goes to the kitchen. I follow him there, he's wearing a navy blue fitted shirt and dark blue levis jeans. I sit opposite him at the counter, there's 2 plates of sandwiches and 2 glasses of orange juice. I pull my plate towards me, and check my sandwich, oh no, it's cold meat with lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes. I pick up the veg and nibble at it, not looking up at all. "Can you eat the sandwich like a normal person, I want you to finish it." he says annoyed. I can feel him staring at me, I swallow my cucumber slice and look up. "Eat it" he says sharply. "I don't eat meat!" I blurt out. "Oh for fuck sake." he breathes. I feel like I'm constantly pissing him off, that wasn't the plan. I bite my lip. "It's cool, do you have any peanut butter?" I ask. He rolls his eyes, " Yeah, check that cupboard." he points. I get up and make my peanut butter sandwich, my fav. I sit back down, he's done with his sandwich but he takes my meat sandwich and starts with that. We eat together in silence, I finish the lot so does he. I set down my empty glass, "What happens at the end of the 3 days?" I ask curiously. He sets down his glass, "You're a hot fuck, I think I want to continue this when we go back." he says seriously. My jaw drops, it's gonna continue, "I can report you, you can go to jail... you can't do this, you can't make me do this...I'm not going to be your whore. I quit." I say, trying to sound threatening. "You shouldn't do that, it's hard to find a job you know and when I'm done with you, no one will ever hire you, not even McDonald's. As for the police, judging from the fact that you have your cell phone and you haven't told anyone that you are in 'trouble', I'm guessing you were smart enough to realise I'm extremely powerful and getting the police to put your report under the rug would be a walk in the park for me." he say confidently and takes our dishes to the sink. "So I'm stuck with you until you're done with me." I say bitterly. "Yeah, pretty much." he says at the sink and turns around to face me looking amused. "You should just embrace this situation, I can make it fun for both of us." he says, walking towards me. He has that look, the I'm gonna fuck your brains out look, I can't do that again. So I get off the stool and go to the other side of the counter. "We just did it, can't we take a break." I beg "Baby I can fuck you every minute of the day. I can't keep my hands off that sexy little body of yours." he smiles and comes to stand in front of me, I flush. He leans down and kisses me, grabbing my ass through my skinny jeans. Jamie pulls away suddenly and falls to his knees, his face level with my belly, he un-zips my jeans and pulls it down, he looks up at me and licks he's lips. He begins to kiss my inner thighs so very close to my lady parts, I start panting. He takes in a deep breath, oh my god. "Your scent is intoxicating." he breathes, creepy, I grip his hair and pull his head away from me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask amazed, looking down at him. He stands up, lifts me up roughly and places me on the edge of the counter. He rips my t-shirt open, "Now, you can't put that back on." he whispers. He frees his penis from his jeans and boxer briefs and pulls me forward, impaling himself inside me. I whimper at the intrusion, he yanks down bra, baring my boobs and pulls me against his chest, pressing my boobs onto his chest. His right arm is wrapped around my ass and the other around my shoulders, he starts moving, hard and fast, as usual, I bring my hands up to his shoulders needing to hold onto something. He grips my hair and pulls my head back, straining my neck, he kisses my neck and ear, "You feel so fucking perfect around me, tight, hot and wet. Best pussy I ever had." he grunts. I react to what he says and to him pulling on my hair, by tightening around him. He pumps faster and than cums, no condom again. He stays inside me, jerking, for a while, we're both breathing hard. He pulls out, shoves his dick back in his pants and zips up. "I'm going to go do some work in my office, try not to kill yourself." he says and leaves the kitchen. Leaving me almost naked on the kitchen counter, panting and oddly frustrated, asshole. Calculated Moves Ch. 06 I get off the counter, straighten my underwear and put my jeans back on, I throw my torn shirt in the thrash and go to my room. I slam my door shut, huffing and puffing. I'm feeling bad, I feeling pissed off, scared and I can't do a damn thing about it, I want to rip his face off. I refuse to accept...embrace, this situation. I have another bloody wash for day and put on some new underwear and my white fluffy robe. Perhaps I can stand a chance against him if I knew more about him so I get my laptop out, lie on my bed and Google him. It's all the predictable stuff, rich family, excellent university, graduated top of his class, started a successful money making firm and invested in numerous businesses which are currently sky rocketing in the financial world. Nothing personal, oh wait there's something, my heart starts beating really fast and then sinks to the ground, an article on the engagement of multi millionaire mogul James Dornan and Edith Lane, the daughter of a billionaire businessman. This article is from 3 months ago, he's ENGAGED! I burst into tears, not because he's engaged, I wasn't hoping on a happy ever after, fairytale bullshit ending with him, it's the fact that he's going to go live happily ever after and I have to live with his actions for the rest of my life. He wanted once last good fuck before he got married, it all makes sense now, why he brought me here, I'm curious though how the fuck is he going to continue this at home. How is possible for someone to be so selfish. I feel so used, dirty and absolutely cheap. There is nothing special about me, I'm just an easy target, a nobody that he could get away with doing this to. I curl into a ball and cry uncontrollably on my bed for couple hours, it's dark now and I'm officially broken. He opens my room door, "I've got something for you." he beams, I don't respond, I don't look at him, I don't move. He walks to the side of my bed and looks down at me, "I see you still feeling sorry for yourself." he says sounding bored. I see red and go berserk. I take my laptop and fling it at him, hard, "YOU SICK FUCK!" I yell hysterically. It hits his shoulder and crashes on the floor. He grunts in pain. Before I even take in what I did, he grabs me from the bed and throws me across the room against the wall. I land on the ground in a fetal position, whimpering. I feel dizzy. He pulls me up by the collar of my robe and makes me stand against the wall, "I'm sick of your fuckin tantrums!" he shouts in my face, he looks so scary. "You hurt me now I'm going to hurt you!" he spits out, with that he slams my head against the wall and I'm out cold. I wake up in pain, my head is killing me, I try to move my hand to touch my head when I realise my hands are secured above me. I open my eyes, panicking, I'm naked and my hands are stretched above my head, bound by leather cuffs, attached to some metal thing on the ceiling, I'm standing on my toes, my body straining to stay upright. I cry out in pain and fear, when I realise I'm gagged. I freak out, struggling against my bounds, trying to break free. He comes forward from the corner of the room, from the shadows, I still looking at him in wide eyed terror. "I set up this room for you, do you like it?" he asks rhetorically, menacingly. I look around and it's awful. It's those weird BDSM type of room, with whips, scary contraptions and shit I don't even know the names of. I look at him, pleading through my gag, "Please...I got angry because you're in engaged!" but all that comes out are muffled sounds that I'm sure he doesn't understand. I start weeping, I don't think I can survive this. He looks at my distressed form and comes closer to me, standing in front of me. "I was going to ease you into this, make it fun for both of us, but you fucked that up." he says quietly. "Please Jamie." I cry through my gag. I notice he's holding a leather whip in his hand, he gonna use it on me. He follows my eyes, "I'm going to punish you for hurting me, Sky. I want you to be a good little girl and take it then I'm going to fuck you apart. Through this entire experience, I want you to remember that you brought this upon yourself." he states darkly. I start shaking in fear, there's no way I can stop him or explain my actions, I'm helpless! He starts to circle my body, running the whip down my side to my hip bone, slowly, deliberately terrifying me. He doesn't look like the same man I met 2 months ago or the guy I had lunch with couple hours ago. He seems possessed by anger and lust. I can't stop him. He goes behind me and I hold my breath, preparing myself for the worse, he places the whip on the skin of my ass, I squeeze my eyes shut, he pulls back and I hear the whoosh sound and then it lands on me, so very hard, I scream out in agony. He continues this 4 more times, landing the whip all over my ass, my throat is raw and my butt feels excruciatingly sore. After the last one he drops the whip, breathing hard, he comes in front of me, unbuttoning his jeans, he pulls it down slightly. He grabs the back of my thighs and wraps it around his hips, entering me in one rough thrust. He holds onto my sore ass and pumps into me, over and over, hard and fast. I whimper in pain. I wasn't ready to take him, my inside muscles were contracted in response to the pain from the whipping, I was completely dry, this intrusion is almost as painful as the first time. He grits his teeth and push deeper and deeper. I look at his face, crying, but he doesn't look at me at all, he places his head in between my shoulder and neck to avoid seeing my face. He groans and than cums. He remains still for a while, panting in my ear. My legs still wrapped around him, his arm holding my ass and the other around my upper back. He pulls back his head to face me and stares at me, he looks guilty and sad now. He brings his arm from around my back and opens the gag. "Anything to say for yourself?" he asks quietly. I take in a deep breath, even breathing is painful, tears streaming down my face, "Edith" I whisper, looking in his eyes. His forehead wrinkles in confusion, his eyes widen and his mouth parts, I watch as the realisation hit him, bang fucker. Calculated Moves Ch. 07-08 Chapter 7 Jamie's expression is complete shock. He withdraws his dick from my body, sets me back down on my toes. He pulls his jeans up and walks away. My eyes follow him, warily, he gets my robe and comes back to me. Holding me against him, he uncuffs me, my hands drop and they are completely numb, I can barely stand, I feel so weak. He slides on my robe and picks me up in his arms, holding me against his chest like an infant. He carries me out of this sick room, I close my eyes and go limp from exhaustion. Today has been one hell of a day, my entire life has changed in the last day and the man carrying me is utterly responsible. I hate him for what he did to me. He takes me in his room and lies me down on my side on the bed, he goes in his bathroom and than comes back. He sit on the edge of the bed behind me and slides my gown open, I start crying silently, when will this end, but he just applies some cream on my sore backside, it's cold and stings at first but than soothes the pain. He close my robe and walks to the other side of the bed, facing me, he takes of his jeans and climbs on the bed, with his boxer briefs and shirt. He comes next to me and pulls in his arms, lying me against his chest. I don't want to be near him but I'm too exhausted to fight so I close my eyes and succumb to sleep. I wake up around dawn, I'm still in his arms, he's sounds asleep, I pull away from him abruptly and leave his room. I go into my room, not even bothering to close the door, I'm still half asleep. I fall onto my bed, face first and slip back into unconsciousness. I'm up by 7:30 am, I sit up slowly, doing a physical check of my body. I touch the back of my head and wince, it's swollen and painful. I getting used to being sore down there but my butt doesn't feel as bad as I thought it would, the cream helped. I notice a small brown bag on the floor near my bed, that must be the thing he brought for me last night, I pick it up and open the bag, there's a box of contraceptive pills, how fuckin thoughtful. I swallow down the lump in my throat, this is for the best, for both of us, he doesn't want some bastard child popping up later on in life, ruining his perfect family...Edith! I haven't met her but I already love her, she's going to be my way out of this horrible situation. With a new resolve, I go in the bathroom, take the pill, have a quick shower and come back out in my room. I choose a pale yellow flowy short sleeve buttoned blouse and my black jeans from yesterday, I only have formal clothes left, this was suppose to be a business trip. I put that on, dry my hair and pony it, leaving my bangs out. I grab a pair of socks and my black and white converse, sitting on my bed I put on my sneakers, you will be at home in no time, Sky, I tell my myself and tie my laces. I pack up all my stuff, including my broken laptop on the floor. I take my suitcase and handbag downstairs and leave it in the foyer by the elevator. There's no sign of him, he must be on the treadmill. I didn't run in 2 days, that's one of the first things I have to do when I go back. When I run, I feel so free, happy, it clears my thoughts. I go around the penthouse and find him in the gym room, he's running extremely fast on treadmill, impressive. He sees me by the doorway and slows down then turns off the machine, looking at me, he steps down, breathing hard. He has a shirt on this time but it's wet and sticking onto his body. "Can we talk?" I ask quietly, the sight of him terrifies me and arouses me all at once and the latter disgusts my very core. "Yes, of course" he replies seriously. He walks towards me and I start my pitch, "I know about your engagement to Edith, that's the reason I freaked out last night." I explain, he knows all this already. "I don't want to do this with you anymore, I never wanted to...and if blackmailing you with telling Edith is what I have to do than I will, I don't think she will want to marry you if I let her know what you did to me especially while being engaged to her... So let me go home before this gets uglier than it already is...We will forget this ever happened, just let me go, please." I say, my voice slightly cracking. He regards me for a while, thinking deeply, his eyes narrows and he comes to stand in front me. "I don't allow people to blackmail me, Sky." he says threateningly, shit, I look at the floor and swallow. "But I will let you go home, not because you'll tell Edith, I don't give a fuck about what she thinks... I'm letting you go because I don't think I can handle hurting you again." he says quietly, reaching out to touch my face, I flinch away from his touch. I step back and look at him, tears about to spill, I can go home, that's all I heard him say, that's all I care about right now, the rest I'll think about later. "Thank you." I say, truly grateful. "I'll call to get the jet ready. I need to pack my stuff and take care of a few things and than we can leave, probably in the next half hour." he says all businesslike. "Cool, I'll wait downstairs." I say and leave the room. I let out a sigh of relief. I get my phone and earphones from my handbag and go wait in the elegant, spacious living room, this room is probably the size of my entire newly leased loft. I sit on the couch, trying to ignore the pain emanating from my butt and go through my texts, a thousand from my mum and one from Reese, I haven't heard from him in awhile, I miss him, he's my best friend since childhood. He's in town and wants to catch up this weekend. I think I'll meet up with him. He makes me feel safe, he has always been there for me. He helped me get through my dad's death and he'll help me get through this. TGIF, I can use the weekend to recover and decide on what I'm gonna do with my life. I put on my earphones and go to my playlist, I choose Avril Lavigne's Give you what you like, it's the first song on the list and it fits with my mood perfectly. I close my eyes and get lost in the song, listening to it on repeat, I leave my surroundings. Jamie places his hand on my shoulder and I open my eyes. I see his mouth moving so I take out my earphones. "We can leave, the car is waiting for us and the jet is ready." he says smoothly, he's demeanour is pretty glum maybe he's upset his 3 days didn't go to plan. I stand up and we go to the foyer. He types the code on the keypad, 0526, I'll never forget that code. We take our suitcases and step in the elevator. We don't look at each, we don't talk to each other, it's like this for the drive to the airport and the entire flight home. We land in the evening so it's already dark, his driver is waiting for him, my car is parked at home so I guess I'm taking the cab. "Get in, my driver will drop you off at your place." he says concerned. "No, its fine, I'll take a cab." I say curtly, there's no way I'm getting into another confined space with you and I'll be damned if I let you control me again! His jaw clenches and he steps away from the car and comes next to me on the sidewalk. "I insist" he growls. "And I said no." I say firmly. A cab comes up and I move to jump in. He grabs my upper arm and pulls me to face him, "This isn't over Sky...not by a long shot." he says darkly and kisses me roughly. I let out a distressed moan and he lets go of me. I get in the cab and go home. Chapter 8 I unlock my door and go in my loft a bit shell shocked, his parting words replaying in my head, it's not over...not by a long shot. I'm confused. I take a seat on my old yellow couch and literally stare at the brick wall in front of me, going through everything he said today. Let's take it from the top...He doesn't give a fuck about what Edith thinks...he can't handle hurting me again...and our twisted relation is not over. I thought he was in love with Edith, why else would he marry her, and why doesn't he care about his fiancée's feelings, hmm there's definitely something I'm missing, he's not getting the happily ever after, after all. Second point, he hurt me numerous times without a care in the world and I highly doubt he has feelings for me, he's incapable of caring, clearly with the whole Edith situation, so what's stopping him now. Last point, 'it's not over', doesn't he see that this thing between us continuing, is only going to hurt me and this completely contradicts the second point anyway. This guy has issues. I need to stay clear of him. I get up, take my suitcase to my room and unpack my stuff. I strip and take all my dirty clothes to the bathroom and leave it in the laundry basket. I look at myself in the mirror, inspecting my injuries, the bruises on my pale skin are slightly visible, they should fade off soon. I check my ass and there's red marks but no broken skin. My skin will heal without a mark but I'm not sure about my heart, I refuse to be marked by him, emotionally. I fill the tub up with scorching hot water, adding some of my orange blossom wash gel. I light some berry scented candles and turn off the lights. I pull my hair up in a bun and settle in the foamy hot water. I lay back, close my eyes and stop thinking, resting my aching body and soul. I lie in the tub till the water gets warm. I feel so calm, I let out a content sigh, dry myself and go in my bedroom. I put on my vest and my panties, get into my crisp sheets and sleep peacefully the entire night. My alarm goes off at 6am, I need to run so I put on my dark gray yoga pants, sports bra and a white t-shirt. I run free and fast, loving the feeling of the wind blowing on my tied hair and my heart beating through my chest. My Saturday goes by quickly, I tidy my apartment, buy some groceries and go visit my mum. I lie to her that I'm back early because we closed the deal sooner than we thought we would. She's so proud of me, I can't deal with her so I leave early before she notices something is off, she always sees right through me. My Sunday is also not very eventful. I don't like being alone, I seem to always think about Jamie, what he did to me and that awful room. I text Reese and let him know I'm free tonight but I don't want to go out. He's fine with coming over and we can just chill out. Reese is a really cool person to be around, we've been friends since 5th grade, he was an absolute cutie back than and has grown up to be a really good looking guy, dark brown straight spiked hair and dark brown eyes, he truly is the tall, dark and handsome type of guy. But the thing I love the most about him, is his sense of humour, he always makes me laugh. We have never been more than friends though, we're just buddies. I get ready for tonight, I want to feel pretty again, I need all the uplifting I can get, so I pick a sleeveless short dark blue a-line floral dress, all the 'visible' marks have faded so it's fine, and my crimson converse. I straighten my hair, and set my bangs forward since I'm feeling a bit edgy. I don't bother making something for us to eat, Reese would probably want to cook since he's a training chef, my cooking wouldn't be up to scratch, I smile. I'm really excited to see him, I can't wait. I get some snacks, wine and 2 glasses out. There's a knock on the door, I hurry to get it and there he is. We grab each other in a big hug and he lifts me up and squeezes me. This contact with a guy is a bit disturbing but I push away that thought, Reese will never hurt me. "Reese I missed you." I smile broadly and pull back. "I missed you more, Sky." he teases. We go inside and sit on the couch, we talk and talk, about everything, work, relationships and his recent trip to Thailand. I leave out my recent experience, he just knows I went to NY for business. Reese's presence alone is comforting and assuring. We get through a bottle of wine and than he announces that he's hungry. We go in the kitchen and I sit at the counter watching him do his thing and make funny faces at me. He's cooking, at my request, veg stir fry and noodles. It's smells amazing and I think I finally got my appetite back. We gobble it down with another bottle of wine. I do the dishes since he did the cooking. He goes in the living room and puts on some music, he chooses Don't do me like that by Tom Petty, I literally laugh out loud, it's our song. The song we used to dance to when we were kids, fooling around. I go in the living room and we smile at each other. He holds out his hand and I take it, we playfully dance together and he swirls me around. We laugh at our attempt of ballroom dancing. When the song ends, we fall on the couch laughing. I feel happy and I'm buzzed from all the wine and the dancing. I think Reese notices because when the doorbell rings, he goes to get it. I sit up on the couch, skipping through the playlist, I wonder who it is, I turn it down and I hear Reese but I can't hear the other person. I get up, "Reese, who is it?" I ask and go to the door, standing next to him, I see Jamie, Jamie! I go pale, Jamie's not look at me though, he's looking at Reese, threateningly. He's dressed in full black, jeans and a leather jacket zipped up to the collar, covering his neck. His beard is fuller making him look rugged, adding to his dangerous appearance. Reese places a hand on my shoulder snapping me out of my trance, "Sky, do you know this guy?" he asks completely un-phased by Jamie. Jamie looks at Reese's hand on my shoulder and than at my face, his eyes narrowed. I swallow, "Umm yeah, this is my boss, James Dornan." I say politely. "No way, it's great to meet you, Sky has been dying to get in your firm from the time she started college." he says teasingly "I'm Reese Fuller." he adds and puts he hand out. "Has she." Jamie says, looking at me, he shakes Reese's hand. "So what do you need?" I ask, why is he here? "It's about New York, I need to talk to you, it's urgent." he says professionally. "You know Sky, I can leave, we had dinner already and it's getting late." Reese says next to me. What?, NO! I need you. Don't leave me with him! I stare at him, trying to tell him to stay but he doesn't notice. "Thank you, Mr Fuller. I'm so sorry to intrude" Jamie says smoothly. I think I'm going to faint. "It's fine, I'm sure it must be important for you to be here this late." Reese says then turns to me and smiles, "Take care, Sky. I had a lovely evening, I'll call you tomorrow. I missed you so much." he says and hugs me. I don't say anything. Jamie moves aside so Reese can exit and we watch him go in the elevator. I wave goodbye at him as the elevator door closes. Jamie turns to face me, "What do you want?" I snap. His jaw clenches, the usual sign that he's angry, "You know that answer already. How about we go inside." he says, his voice deep, with that he pushes me inside, I yelp. He closes the door and turns to me. He grabs my arm and yanks me against the door. Grabbing my face, he kisses me violently. I push at his shoulders but he bites onto my lower lip painfully. I cry out and bring my leg up and knee him in the balls, hard. He grunts in pain, letting me go, he doubles over. I go to the side of the couch. I'm panicking on inside, I hurt him, every time I hurt him, he hurt me back, worse. I don't show him any fear though I stand my ground, "I thought we had a deal. Stay away from me!" I yell. He recovers in no time and stands up straight, wincing quietly. He looks around my loft, noticing the empty wine bottles and remaining unwashed dishes. He looks at me, his nostrils flaring, "I leave you alone for two days and you let another guy put his hands all over you." he spits out venomously. My mouth opens slightly, hands all over me, Reese is my bestfriend...Fuck it, I'm not explaining anything to him! "Go to hell, I'm not the one engaged, I can do what I want!" I say pissed off. "Tell me Sky, if I didn't come by, would you have fucked him tonight? You're not a virgin anymore, I'm sure you would have let him tap that juicy little pussy of yours." he says darkly and comes in front of me. I slap him, full force, causing his face to turn to the side. "I'm not a virgin anymore because of you...Do you think I'll ever be comfortable with any man after what you did to me?!" I scream, tears rolling down my cheeks. He brings his hand up to his cheek and rubs it slowly, his tucks his tongue under his cheek and than says, "I came to see how you're doing, clearly you're doing fine." "What did you expect, that I would be depressed and alone, waiting for you." I say angrily. He looks hurt. I take a deep breath to calm myself. "Jamie go home...go home to your fiancée. Please, just leave me alone." I plead. "I didn't just come here to check how you were, I came here to fuck you Sky." he says seriously, his hurt expression replaced by a dangerous look, and steps closers to me. "No!" I scream in panic and bolt to my bedroom, my sneakers squeaking, I need to call Reese. Jamie is not far behind. I run into my room and try to shove the door close on his face, "REESE" I scream, for help, praying Reese will come back but this only causes Jamie to push the door open with more force sending me flying to the ground, I land on my butt. Jamie steps into my small room, he kicks the door shut and glares at me. I start weeping and move backwards using my hands and feet, looking up at him terrified. I bump into my mirror table and stop. "Lets see if I can make you scream my name." he says sounding sinister as he unzips his black leather jacket, revealing a white fitted t-shirt. He takes the jacket out and drops it on the bed keeping his eyes on me the entire time, someone save me. Calculated Moves Ch. 09 As soon as I understand his words, I pull my knees up to my chest, cross my arms on top and hide my face in my little cocoon. I cry hysterically, if he hurts me one more time, I think I'll die, I can't take it anymore... his violence. I get flashbacks of being in that room again. Keeping my head down, I choke out, "Please Jamie... I can't do this anymore... you're ruining my life... I haven't even done anything wrong to you... please... you rather just kill me and get it over with... because I can't live like this... with you!" I sob as if I'm about to die. "Skylar" he whispers. I don't look up, "You lied to me; you said you couldn't handle hurting me again." I weep. He crouches in front of me, "Sky please look at me." he says concerned and places his hand on my crossed arms. I lift my head up slowly and look at him. The devastation is clear on my face, he swallows, "I wasn't lying about not hurting you again but I also meant what I said, you are mine. I want to know who is he and what does he mean to you?" I stare at him, why am I his? "Answer me, Sky." he says quietly, his hand touching my moist warm cheek. I bit on my bottom lip and look into his eyes. The gentle touch of his hand on my skin causes goose bumps throughout my entire body, I breath faster, why is this happening to me? Releasing my lip from the grasp of my teeth, "I will answer you if you promise to answer a question of mine." I say. "I promise." he replies seriously "I have known Reese since I was eleven, he is my best friend, it isn't what you think... I didn't want to be alone, I needed someone to numb the pain." I whisper. He looks at me for a while than stands up and walks away from me. It's my turn, "You're getting married, why would you do this to me?" He stands by the door and faces me. He seems annoyed by my question but still answers, "It's quite simple, I'm a bastard Sky... Edith and I are getting married but when I saw you, I knew you are exactly what I want, it didn't matter whether I was engaged or not, I had to have you so I took you." That's what I thought, "So my feelings doesn't matter, what I want doesn't matter, you are just selfish, is that what you're saying?" "Yes" he answers. "And when you're married, how am I still yours?" "You will always be mine" he replies calmly Oh for the love of... Is he high? "What do I have to do to get you out of my life!?!" I yell in frustration and put my head back down. His reply is instant, "Submit yourself to me." Huh, "What?" I ask confused and look up "I want you to give yourself to me. I want you willing and at my bidding." he stops, "I don't want you to fight me Sky... I want to know what it would feel like if you wanted me." he says warily. I swallow, his expression is absolute longing. "For how long?" "A week." he replies. A week! "Then I'll never see you again... I can quit and you won't destroy my career?" I inquire curiously. "You will never see me again if that's what you decide, I won't interfere." I furrow my eyebrows, "How do I know you not lying again?", I don't trust you. "You can tell Edith if I go against our arrangement." he says seriously. I cringe at that word, arrangement, this is just another business deal to him and I have to let him use my body in exchange for a life free of him. I feel the tears well up again. What choice do I have, he's gonna have his way anyway. I take a deep breath and stand up, let's do this shit, "I accept." I say firmly. His eyes widens. I walk forward and shove him against the door. I grip onto his t-shirt and pull him down to my face. I kiss him forcefully, tears rolling down my cheeks. He holds onto my waist and kisses me back, even more forceful. After a while he pulls away from me and takes a breath. "Let's do it the way you want to." he whispers. Seriously! This is a first, "I want the music on." I reply, to distract myself from what I'm about to do. He nods at me, urgh granting me permission. I leave his hold and walk to my iPod dock. I take a while choosing the song, trying to prolong the inevitable. I skim through the song list, sad and depro, that would help me lose myself. He comes up behind me and I quickly select, Sia's My Love, he holds on my hips and pulls me against him, "Good choice." he breathes in my hair, why is that? "What next?" he asks. "Our clothes... we should... um... take our... clothes off" I struggle to get out. He turns me around, "Do it then." he whispers gruffly, staring at me intensely. He walks backwards and sits on the bed, looking at me intently, "Strip for me." he demands softly. What!?! I look at him annoyed; he's going to make this difficult for me. I turn up the volume of the music and walk near the bed, a week Sky, that's all, you can do this. I step out of my sneakers and kick it aside. I unzip my dress at the side and slide it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I stand awkwardly in my white lacy bra and panties, looking at the ground. I hear his sharp intake of breath and look up at his face. He looks like he's about to eat me. I shiver a little. "Come here." he says hoarsely, his eyes are dark. I step closer to him and he reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me in between his knees, his face is level with my chest. He leaves my hand and cups my left boob, rubbing the lace against my sensitive nipple with his thumb. I feel my nipples stiffen further under the fabric of my bra, focus on the music! He pinches my nipple painfully, "Why did you choose to wear this tonight?" he growls, looking up at me angrily. "I felt pretty in it... I wanted to feel pretty" I choke out, breathing erratically. "Fuck it." he groans and wakes up. He takes me to my mirror table and stands us in front of it with him behind me, holding my waist. I look at his reflection, confused. "You know Ms Grey the first time I saw you in my office, you made me instantly hard. During our entire conversation, I pictured fucking you against my desk; I pictured you naked with those heels on, bent over my table. I never saw a woman as sexy as you." he tells huskily in my ear, pressing his erection against my lower back. I turn beet red. "But tonight when you came to the door, you were perfection, so sweet, so innocent, you took my breath away. You look absolutely beautiful, Skylar." he whispers seductively I don't think I can blush anymore furiously, I look at the floor. I'm feeling beyond the point of uncomfortable. "No Skylar, keep your eyes on the mirror. Look at us." I look up at him, his blue eyes piercing me. "You don't know how beautiful you are, do you? Even your 'best friend' would agree. The way he looks at you, he wants exactly what I want." he says darkly. "Place your hands on the table and bend for me. I need to show you how beautiful you are." his voice sounds strained. I obey immediately and place my shaky palms flat on the table, keeping my eyes on him. He pulls me up, making me stand on my toes and grinds himself against my ass. He slides his right hand down my belly into my panties, he circles my clit with his index finger at a leisurely pace, and his left hand massages my boobs. My breath hitches. "Enjoy it Sky, enjoy what I do to you." he pleads. NO! Focus on the song, Sky! You took my hand, added a plan, You gave me your heart. I asked you to dance with me... Fuck He rubs faster and squeezes harder. You loved honestly, Gave what you could release. Ah oh. Oh my... I can't focus! I'm about to burst into tears. I feel myself get wetter. He feels it too because he withdraws his finger and brings it to his mouth. He sucks on it, slowly, jeez! "So sweet." he smirks and pulls off his t-shirt than reaches down to unzips his jeans. He yanks off my panties, pulling them down my long legs so that they slip to the ground. Since I'm standing in front of him, I can't see his penis but I soon feel it rub along my folds, collecting my moisture, his dick feels hard and smooth... big, hot and throbbing. Don't pay attention to him! Now I am strong. You gave me all. You gave all you had, and now I am whole. It's not working, he nudges it at my entrance and pushes in slowly, easing into me, allowing me the chance to get use to the feeling of being filled, he pushes deeper and deeper until the tops of his muscular thighs touch my ass. The feel of his hairy skin is rough against my soft, smooth backside. The next song comes on and it's the shorten version of Haunted by Beyoncé... off all the fuckin songs! My horny song! This was a bad idea... stupid shuffle! He wraps his right arm around my hips and his left arm comes up in between my breasts holding onto my right shoulder, arching my back and pulling me against him. He leans forward, holding onto to me tightly, and slowly withdraws his dick. We lock eyes in the mirror and then he slams back into me, "JAMIE" I scream. The force of his thrust lifts me off the ground. My entire body absorbed the impact of that thrust. I feel like my insides moved out of place! FUCK. He starts moving in deep, hard thrusts in sync with the music and I whimper in response. My heart rate picks up with the beat of the song. I watch his body in the mirror, his arms and biceps flexing around my body, his skin is tense and clammy in contact with my back. I look at his face and he's watching me watch him, causing him to smirk, shit. I look away quickly and see myself, who the fuck is this? My usual pale milky skin is rosy pink, my thick hair untidy and my bangs sticking to my forehead due to the sweat I'm working off. My lips are red and swollen probably from my constant biting. But the most drastic difference is my eyes. My eyes have been lifeless for the last couple days but right now it's glittering like emeralds, dark and fully dilated, glazed in lust. I don't recognise this person; I don't want to be this person. "I told you, you're beautiful." he whispers in a breathy tone and moves my hair to the side, he kisses my shoulder blades. He picks up the pace and by the last minute of the song, the part that really gets me worked up, he's pounding into me, hard and fast, moving in rhythm with climax of the song. My bra covered boobs are moving with him. I hold on for as long as I can, biting my lip painfully, but I can't take it anymore, this song, watching us, the sight of him and his kisses and whispering of sweet nothing, I can't deal! I let go of everything that I've been holding in for the last few days and burst in a heart stopping orgasm. I hold onto his left arm that's around my chest, drop my head back and cry out, struggling to breath. Jamie captures my mouth with his, kissing my passionately, he takes in all my cries. I tighten and quiver around his dick and his mouth goes slack against mine. "Sky!" he grunts hoarsely. He stiffens and cums deep inside me. I'm so high right now, I can't even stand. I slump back against him and try to catch my breath, still in his tight hold. He begins to kiss the tears at the side of my face. It was too intense for me. I'm beat. I'm vaguely aware that Nickelback's How you remind is playing in the background and it's so appropriate in this moment, it's not even funny. Jamie pulls out of me and I feel so empty, it's such a strange feeling. I'm definitely going to be sore down there again. He turns me around and kisses me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, clashing with mine. I don't know how to respond so I slowly explore his mouth with my tongue. Closing my eyes, I kiss him back, for real this time. I unconsciously bring my hands up to his neck, holding his face to mine, as he normally does. His hands move to my back and he unclasp my bra, freeing my boobs. He grabs them roughly, his large hands covering them. I break the kiss, what is it with him and my breasts? I look up at him curiously and he smiles, crap it's the swoon over me smile, "Your tits are perfect." he says huskily. "I need to put the music off" I say quickly, before I lose my sanity. He smirks and takes my bra off completely, dropping it on the floor. "Not into fucking with the music on then?" he asks amused. I flush; he knows what it's doing to me. I swallow and leave him to stop my iPod. I turn around and cross my arms in some attempt to cover my exposed chest. "I got things to do, you should leave now." I suggest, hoping he'll give me some space. "No, not yet, our week has started and I'm going to make the most of it." he says seriously, all traces of humour gone. "I need to tidy up my apartment, do what you want." I say annoyed. I grab the closest piece of clothing near me and leave the room. I walk in the hallway and realise I took his shirt, God in heaven! Can this night get anymore shitty? I put on his white t-shirt; well I'm not going to parade around naked. I go in the living room , sort out the cushions on the sofa and get the wine bottle and glasses to take to the kitchen. Why does he say those things to me? I don't need his compliments. I hate when he says stuff like that to me, we are not LOVERS! The smell of his shirt snaps me out of my thoughts, it's intoxicating, fuck. I trip on something and come crashing to the ground, shattering the glasses and bottle. I land on the broken shards with my palms. That's the final straw I break down and cry uncontrollably. I don't know why I'm crying, maybe I got badly cut, maybe it's the sex or maybe it's the fact that I embraced the sex... with him. Whatever the reason, I'm finally back down from my high and it's a horrible feeling. "SKY!" Jamie yells concerned and comes to me in a flash. He slowly picks me up by my waist than lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the couch. He sits me down and crouches in front of me. Gently withdrawing my closed fists from against my chest, he slowly opens my hands and it's a bloody mess. "Fuck" he says quietly. "Where's your first aid kit?" he asks angrily. I yank my cut hands from his hands, "I'll take care of it myself. I don't need your help!" I sob. I stand up but he shoves me back down. He's fuming. "It's your fault anyway, this stupid shirt distracted me." I explain. I look down at his shirt, it's stained. Oh no I got blood on his shirt! "Shit, I'm so sorry, I can get it out, don't worry. I have this really good stain removing detergent." I mumble and move to wake up again but he keeps me down. "Where's your first aid kit?" he asks again sternly, intimidating me. "It's in the bathroom cabinet; the bathroom is opposite my bedroom." I whisper. He stands up and walks to the bathroom, wearing his boxer briefs and socks. He comes back with the first aid kit and sits down next to me. He cleans my cuts than bandage my palms. He's overreacting; it's not cut that bad. I have maximum 3 small cuts. "So do you like my shirt?" he asks teasingly. This guy was angry 2 seconds ago and now he's teasing me! "I need to clean this stain off; we wouldn't want Edith to see it." I say seriously. His smile fades and he looks away, "She won't see it, we don't live together." "Why?" I need to know more, it's the only way to know if he'll stick to our arrangement. He doesn't answer. "Please tell me, I need to understand you. Why are you marrying someone you don't care about? Do you even love her?" He stares at me for a while than smiles, "Lets negotiate, what would you do for me if I tell you?" he asks huskily. I roll my eyes; it's always business with him. "What do you want? I ask quietly. He bites his lip, "I want to fuck your mouth." he says seriously. I look at him disgusted. "No." "You don't have a choice baby, you agreed to be at my bidding, remember? You should just be happy I'm willing to tell you about Edith." he says calmly. My face drops, don't make me do that. "Don't pout, it makes me want to do it more." he says darkly. I look at him, begging silently but it doesn't work, he's giving me the 'do it or else' look. He sits back and relaxes. I slowly move closer to him and reach to pull down his underwear. His dick pops up, I haven't seen it in a while so I still, looking at it in fear. I can't do this, how the hell did it even fit inside me. It's no wonder why I always feel raw and sore after we have sex. I look up at him scared, "Please Jamie, I'll do anything else... I can't do this... I don't even want to touch it." I beg. "I want you to do this for me and I'll reward you. Don't be scared. I'll guide you along and try to go easy on you." I let out a sob, sure this is one of the most common sexual acts but I haven't done it before and I don't want to be forced into doing it, what if he loses control and chokes me. I'm a vegetarian for Christ sake; I don't want any chuck of meat shoved down my throat. I back away from him on the couch, "You put that thing anyway near my face and I'll bite it!" I say trying to sound threatening. "I thought you don't eat meat." he says amused. "Come on Sky, don't be difficult. You know I always get what I want." I swallow and look down at his dick again. I'm not going to do that! Think Sky, think. "Perhaps I could persuade you... into doing something else." I whisper trying to sound seductive. He raises his eyebrow at me, "What do you have in mind?" he asks curiously. An opening! I take a deep breath and pull his t-shirt over my head, letting my silky brown hair fall in front of my chest. I drop his shirt on the floor and bring my knees up on the couch. I slowly crawl towards him causing his mouth to part, I smirk, this might work. I stop at the side of him and bend to kiss his abs just above where his penis is pointing and he let's out a heavy breath. I sit up suddenly and straddle his hips. I lean down and trail little wet kisses up his abdomen. He starts breathing faster when I run my small hands up his chest, strangely enjoying the feel of his toned body. I stop kissing him when I reach the small patch of hair at his sternum and look up and smile at him. He looks at me heatedly and grabs my hair, pulling my head up to face him, "Are you trying to seduce me, Skylar?" he asks darkly. "Yes... Is it working James?" I ask huskily. He presses his erection between my thighs, against my heated core, yep that answers my question. I place my bandaged palms on his broad but slightly bony shoulders and hold on to him as I kiss his ear and neck, lightly sucking and biting onto it. He lets go of my hair and slides his hands down my smooth back, his left arm wraps around my waist with his fingers pressing into my ribs and his right hand slips under my ass, he pulls me roughly against him. My body flat against his, I bring my hands up and grip his unruly hair in my fingers. I kiss his face, starting with his chiselled jaw than I peck his cheek. I stare at his face, in complete awe of his beauty, if he wasn't a sociopath, I might actually be attracted to him. He gives me the I know you want me smirk. I smile at him and place a kiss on the tip of his nose before I capture his lips, kissing him passionately, be convincing. I slowly move my hips against him, rubbing myself along the length of his hard, throbbing hot dick. He groans in my mouth and I move faster, trying my best to push him over the edge. Calculated Moves Ch. 09 He pulls back, "Touch my cock." he demands roughly. Fuck! I stare at him, biting my lip, come on Sky, touch or suck... stop being a whimp. I settle down on his lap and run my hand through my fringe, we are both breathing hard, what a waste! He gently takes my right hand with his hand and reaches down. He wraps my skinny fingers around his penis. My breathing shallows, It definitely feels different, soft yet stiff in my grasp, smooth and squishy. I slightly squeeze my hand around it, curious for some reason. Jamie jerks up in response, scaring me, I quickly retract my hand and look up at him. "NO, carry on." he commands. "Please Jamie." I beg, I know what will work. I lean in, "Fuck me." I whisper in his ear. It happens so fast, he lifts me up, grab his dick and bury it deep inside me in one fluid motion. He holds onto my hips and thrust upwards into me. I place my chin on his shoulder, wrap my arms around his muscular back and hold onto his hair, allowing him to use my body. I breath in the scent of his hair to get distracted. I like the smell of his hair, fresh and citrusy. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly, he pumps into me, rough and fast, and then cums inside me again, he didn't last long, luckily I'm still on the pill. After a couple minutes, I bring my lips to his ear, I kiss it lightly, and declare my victory, "I win." I pull back and smirk at him, loving his irritated expression. I try to wake up but he holds onto me painfully tight. "We'll see who wins at the end of the week Sky." he says dangerously. I hear his threat and it terrifies me. "Let go of me." I whisper and try to get away from him. He lifts me off him and flings me back on the couch, I feel used and abused. I can't stop my tears of hatred from seeping out. I don't want him to see me cry again, I don't want to be weak. I get up and go to my room, I cry silently and pick my dress of the floor. I use it to wipe my tears away than put it back on. I get his clothes and sneakers and walk back to the living room. He's drinking water in the kitchen, I need some too so I throw his stuff on the floor and get some. I drink a glass of water and look at him. "Tell me about Edith." . Strangely he doesn't argue with me, he sighs and takes a seat on the stool by the kitchen counter. I stand by the sink waiting for him. "My relationship with Edith is complicated, there's no love or passion, sure we started off that way but I soon realised I didn't want to be with her. I never wanted to marry her so she went to her daddy and got him to speak to my father, to explain to him how lucrative our union would be. My entire life has been based on expectations by my family, this is just another thing expected of me to please them." He explains light-heartedly. I stare at him for a while taking in everything he said, oh expectations I know them all too well. There's something we have in common. He wakes up and goes to put his clothes back on. "Since you don't have any control of your life, you chose to control mine... " I walk near him, "I hate you, there's no love and passion in our relationship. I can't wait to get away from you." I spit out bitterly. He looks up at me from the couch, as he put his black Adidas sneakers on, hurt and angry. He stands up and steps far too close to me. I glare up at him, both our angry expressions clashing. "I don't want love with you. Long as I get to fuck you, I'm happy." he says coldly. I step back and he smiles cunningly. He zips up his jacket, "I'll see you tomorrow at work, wear something sexy for me." he kisses me lightly on the cheek. He opens the door, "Goodnight Sky" he parts charmingly and shuts the door. Calculated Moves Ch. 10 A/N: Hey you guys Yes it's Chapter 10 of Calculated Moves...so exciting, I know! I felt like it took forever to get this out, I hope you all like it. Please leave a comment at the end or send me feedback of your thoughts about the new chapter, whenever you have time. If you don't like where the story is going then I'll try to change it, lol I'm just making this up as we go along, but you have to tell me what you think. Thank you so much for reading! Umm and heads up, I will continue the story in December so I made this chapter really long and also there's not a lot of darkness, lol I was feeling all lovey dovey. There's a lot more sexual scenes than usual, I'm not sure if that a good or bad thing, lol. PS. I'm so sorry if there are too many errors and mistakes, I'm rubbish at editing. To be honest with you I just read it once then submitted it, time's being a bitch at the moment. I really do need to find an editor so those of you who are interested in editing my work please let me know and we'll chat. Thank you. One last thing...To J. If you ever read this, I miss you...lol A LOT! You were my inspiration for this chapter and the previous chapter, thank you so much. Now finally let's get this party started! Enjoy ******************* The sound of the door being shut causes me to jerk up a little finally snapping me out of my daze. My knees feel weak so I sit down on the coffee table and try to calm myself, taking deep breaths before I throw up. Once that nauseous feeling passes I realise I need to make a decision, I hate making decisions, how am I going to approach this situation? One week is a really long time to be in the company of someone so twisted I need to figure out how I'm going to survive this week and not lose myself in the process. Hmm...should I be the meek little submissive who follows his every command...hell no! that's not who I am. Maybe I should be my rebel self...I don't think so, he'll probably break me by the end of the week, Jamie seems to enjoy a challenge. Then should I just embrace it, like he said and enjoy what he does to me because honestly sometimes I do enjoy what he does to me...what the fuck is wrong with you?...no I will not embrace it and give him that satisfaction. What do I do???...I'll just go with the flow, but I will not lose myself...This is going to be interesting. With my decision sort of made, if that counts as a decision anyway, I clean up the broken pieces of glass on the floor then tidy up my loft and take a long thoroughly clean shower, scrubbing myself until my skin is red and washing in between my thighs with the scorching hot water. I rinse my conditioner away then get out off the shower, avoiding all mirrors, I hate myself at the moment, what I've become...a slut. I go in my bedroom, put on a light purple pj top and shorts and turn off the lights. I get in bed and close my eyes...I see his stupid face, urghhh! I turn on my side and try to sleep again but I keep thinking about him, his different expressions, his smirk, his smile, his jaw clench, those beautiful eyes, his hands, his body, FUCK! I can't sleep. I get my iPod and plug my earphones, the music should distract me, it's my greatest escape...yeah Sky cos it was so helpful earlier. I lie back down on my bed with my earphones on and press shuffle, Pharrell Williams' Come get it bae plays...fun, upbeat this could help, I close my eyes and listen... I can do anything you like I can do anything you need And I got a better body Than the magazines you read None of the boys know the first thing About your fantasy And if they tried, they can not do it just like me Yeah right, I giggle a little, hmm...Jamie's body...my fantasy, this song is not going to help, skip. The next song is Closer by Kings of Leon...sickest beat ever... Stranded in this spooky town Stop light is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run, Far from the carnage of the fiery sun My heart.. my soul...he didn't take shit! FUCK! This song isn't going to help me sleep either, next, it's Beyoncé's Haunted, whatdafuk...is this a joke!?! I yank my headphones out, stupid shuffle, and throw my iPod to the foot of my bed...every damn song reminds me of him, I HATE HIM!!..there's no way I'm getting any sleep tonight. ...I have an idea, I feel like sketching, I put on my bedside lamp, bend over and get my sketch pad from under the bed, maybe if I draw him I'll stop seeing him whenever I close my eyes. I fetch my pencils from the drawer and lie down on my front, I open to a blank page and let my right hand take over, sketching Jamie and all his different expressions, angry, sad, aroused, I've never seen him genuinely happy, his smirk, his hands, his eyes. I sketch for the next couple hours, my bed and floor covered with sheets of paper, all drawings of Jamie, until I finally feel drained and by then it's 04:47, I rest my head on my arm and fall into a deep sleep. Where are you now that I need ya? Where are you now that I need ya? Where are you now that I need ya? I need you, I need you I need you, I need you I need you, I need you I need you, I need you Where are you now that I need ya? I need you, I need you I need you, I need you I need you the most I wake up slowly to the beat of Skrillex & Diplo ft. Justin Bieber's Where are Ű now playing in the background, is that my phone? I open my eyes and my room bright with sunshine, it's 08:37! Oh shit, what happened to my alarm!?! Jamie must be pissed, I jump out of bed and grab my phone, 6 missed calls and 3 messages all from him. I open the messages... First message at 08:07...Ms Grey, get in my office now. Second message at 08:12...I'm waiting. Last message at 08:32...Skylar where the fuck are you? ...I'm screwed. I rush into the shower, simultaneously brushing my teeth and washing my body. I get out, get dressed and I'm out. I reach work at 9:24...I'm almost an hour and a half late I am panicking, how did I not wake up? I take a seat at my desk and my phone rings, "Um...Hello" I stammer. "Good morning Ms Grey, I was informed by the front desk you've just got in, Mr Dornan has requested to see you as soon as you arrive." she says politely, "He's not in a good mood today so I suggest you come quickly." she adds in a hushed tone. "Okay, I'll be right there." I say panicked. I hurry to the elevator and go up to his floor. His secretary gestures me to go in so I open his door, he's on his cell phone, staring out the wall sized window. "Do what you want...I don't give a fuck." he says irritated to the other person. I close the door and he turns around, his eyes narrows when he sees me. He hangs up the call and slowly walks to the front of his desk, placing his cell phone down. He's wearing dark grey pants and a white button shirt, no jacket, he removes his silver tie and opens the top button of his shirt as he stares at me, his eyes penetrating me. "Come here." he says sternly as he rolls up his sleeves. I walk forward and stop couple feet in front of him. "On your knees." he commands. "Jamie, I'm sorry, I didn't..." I say, on the verge of bursting into tears, but he cuts me off. "Skylar I'm getting tired of you not following the rules, there is only one so please keep up, submit yourself to me, if you can't do that then this arrangement is over and I'll do what I want, do you understand me?" he asks coldly, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leans against the table. "Yes" I whisper. He raises his eyebrow at me, "Yes Sir." I say meekly. "On your knees then." he orders harshly. I let out a sob and sink down to the ground in front of him. "I'm going to fuck your mouth Sky, hard and rough, the way I like to and for the entire duration of having my cock shoved down your throat I want you to remember you brought it upon yourself, is that understood?" "Yes Sir" I reply, scared. "Good girl, now lets get started." he says seriously and steps forward, his crotch level with my face, I shakily reach to unbutton his pants revealing his white boxer briefs, I see his erection through his underwear and swallow, come on Sky, don't be afraid, my tears are in full flow now. I reach into his briefs and hold onto his hard, heated penis and take it out. I look up at him, silently begging him not to make me do this but he just stares down at me coldly. I look back at his penis, you can't get out of this today Sky, I take a deep breath to calm myself then lean forward and begin to kiss his penis a few times, slowly and gently, getting use to the feel of it against my lips, before I slip the tip of it in my mouth. I slide a few inches of him in and out my smooth mouth causing him to moan and I feel a little more confident, if I'm good maybe he won't choke me, so I treat his dick like one of those weird shaped ice creams, it's the only thing I can compare it to, licking it and swirling my tongue around the head of it, getting use to the taste, my Jamie flavoured ice cream...its an acquired taste. "Christ Sky." he breathes. I look up at him and continue my rhythm of licking, sliding in, swirling, sucking and sliding out before I move at a faster pace. His eyes is locked with mine, I want to look away but for some reason I can't. "Take more of me in." he says roughly. My eyes widen slightly and I give him the no I'm fine like this look. His lustful expression shifts to rage and he grabs the back of my head, holding my face in place, he shoves most himself in my mouth in one hard thrust, causing me to gag, his balls hitting against my chin, I grab onto his thighs. He stays in place for a while as I choke around his dick before he pulls out, allowing me a moments breath before slamming back in, he continues this for the next couple minutes, pumping his hips against my face, moving faster and faster literally fucking my face, my jaw is sore, drool running down my chin and my eyes tear up even more, everything is blurry, a fresh set of tears fall, I close my eyes, focusing on breathing through my nose and keeping my teeth from hurting him. I brought this upon myself! He yanks my head away from him, pulling my hair painfully, he makes me stand up. I get on my feet, coughing and gasping for air as he pulls my blouse over my head and throws it on the floor. He quickly turns me around, bends me over his desk and hikes my skirt up. I brace myself on my palms while he tears off my panties, he kicks my legs apart and all too soon he shoves his entire length deep inside me, hard and rough causing the fronts of my thighs to slam against the edge of the table. I cry out loudly but he quickly brings his palm up to cover my mouth, "You have to be quiet baby." he whispers gruffly in my ear...oh no I left the door unlocked! I nod against his palm and he removes his hand from my face and wraps it around my throat, but doesn't squeeze, his other hand wraps around my breasts, slipping into my light pink bra, he holds on my right boob, squeezing it hard in his left hand. He begins to withdraw, painfully slow, then slams back in, slamming me forward against the desk, I bite on my bottom lip to prevent myself from making any noise, only letting out small whimpers. I cry quietly and clench around him, he repeats this slow withdrawal and slam back in motion several times, hurting me against the desk, before it become too much for me. "Please Jamie...stop...you're hurting me...I'm sorry." I beg softy. "Will you be late again Sky?" he asks lowly, breathing hard against my ear and hair, then slams back in. "No...I won't...I promise...please" I sob quietly. He moves his hand from around my chest down to my hips, holding me against him, stopping the fronts of my thighs from hitting the table, he starts pounding into me, hard and fast, and his hand tightens a little around my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut and let him use me, like we arranged. He moans behind me before he stiffens and finally cums. He slumps down against me, we're both breathing hard, he remains inside me for a while as we both lean down on the table, him over me. I'm in some other place, I'm not even sure what just happened...you were fucked Sky. He pulls out of me and straightens up. I stand up slowly, my flowy skirt falling back in place, and turn around, my entire body is sore, my legs feel weak and my pale pink pointed pencil heels aren't helping my stability. I feel like I'm about to faint. I watch him put his dick back in his pants, tuck his shirt in and zip up before he looks at me again. He regards me for a moment then picks up my remainder clothes from the floor, he shoves my ripped panties in his pocket, freak, and hands me my blouse. "Go clean yourself up, my bathroom is there." he says quietly, pointing at another door in his huge office. I take my blouse and walk slowly into the bathroom, still in shock. I put on my blouse, wet some tissue and wipe in between my thighs, I wipe his cum away, now I have to spend the entire damn day without panties. I dispose of the tissue and finally look in the mirror, my lips are slightly swollen and red, chin moist, my eyes are puffy, tear stained cheeks and my hair is a tangled mess...I don't think I can survive an entire week. I splash some cool water on my face before drying and run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it out into soft waves. I straighten my pale pink short sleeved buttoned blouse and runs my hands over my light grey skirt. Don't give up, don't give up, I repeat this in my mind as I leave the bathroom and go back to him. "Yes, an appointment for 12:30 this afternoon...thank you. " he says politely on the phone and hangs up, oh thank God, he's not going to be here for half the day, I hope it's a long appointment! He watches me enter, analysing me as I walk to his desk where he's sitting. I stop in front of him. I don't think he'll fuck me again for awhile since he's leaving, I'm not that scared anymore, "Who were you talking to, before when I came into your office?" I ask. He looks at me surprised but doesn't answer. "If Edith upset you, go take it out on her then." I snap. He wakes up and walks towards me, I turn around to face him as he stands in front me, "She didn't upset me, I punished you because you weren't here when I needed you." he explains seriously. I furrow my eyebrows at him, I didn't think he'll need to fuck as soon as he gets in. "I made an appointment for you at the beauty parlour." he says casually. "What for?" I ask completely confused. "For a bikini wax" he replies. I flush, oh my god, "Are you kidding me?" I ask in surprise. He shakes his head at me. "But...I keep it...um...trimmed." I say mortified, my face heating up, I look down at the ground. "I know, I think it's cute Sky." he smiles and lifts my chin up to face him, "but this is something I want, I don't want anything hiding you from me." he says intensely. I bite my lip, this guy knows no bounds. "I don't want to." I whisper. "Well that's too fuckin bad." he says irritated. "You're being ridiculous, it's my body, I'll decide if it's what I want" I try to explain. "Your body belongs to me...you belong to me Sky." he states darkly. I shrink away and look at him fearfully, I'm about to cry again, he turns away from my expression and runs his hand through his hair, "Why do you have to be so difficult?" he asks exasperated. "Please don't make this difficult!" I plead. He looks at me again and lets out a sigh, "Fine, I'll give you a choice, either you get the wax or when I come over tonight, I'll shave you clean myself, you chose." he says calmly. What!?!?! "What kind of choice is that?" I ask amazed. He shrugs his shoulders in response. I tighten my fists at my sides, right now I have this strong desire to punch him in the face, not like you would get away with it anyway, "Fine then, I chose the wax." I tell through gritted teeth and push pass him to leave but he grabs onto my arm and pulls me against him. I look up at him angrily. "Damn, I was hoping you would choose the shave." he teases, amused. Grrrr, "Let go Jamie!" I demand, past the point of annoyed. I try to yank my arm out of his grip but he holds onto me tighter causing me to struggle more. "I love it when you're angry, you get all hot and flustered, you look so fuckin sexy." he breathes, staring at me...piercing my soul with his look. I stop struggling and stare up at him, is this turning him on?...wait is this turning me on as well? God! Focus Sky! I quickly look down. He cups my face, making me look back up at him, and kisses me passionately, our first kiss for today, at first I try to shove him away but there's no point, I know that, I close my eyes, bring my hands up to hold onto his hands and get lost in his kiss, it's comforting in contrast to the sex, if there's anything I enjoy doing with Jamie, it would be making out with him, sure I haven't kissed anyone before but he gives one hell of a kiss. His tongue explores my mouth, his cleanly shaven pressing against my skin. He sucks on my bottom lip, pulling it in between his teeth lightly causing me to moan against his mouth. Suddenly there a knock on the door, he pulls away from me and turns around, I'm panting, still lost in that kiss. "Come in." he says smoothly, calmly, as if nothing happened. His secretary opens the door, "I'm so sorry to disturb you Mr Dornan, but you have a meeting in the next 5 minutes." she explains politely. "Oh yes, thank you Kate, I'll be done in a moment." he replies gratefully. "Yes Sir." she smiles and leaves, closing the door. Jamie turns to face me again, "We'll leave at 12, meet me in the parking lot." he says professionally and leans forward to get his tie from the table. I nod at him still lost for words, why am I the only one affected here? He places his tie around his collar and raises his eyebrow at me. "Yes Sir." I quickly say. He makes his tie knot as he looks at me before walking to his chair. I walk away from the desk, towards the door, happy to leave his office, "And Ms Grey..." I turn around to look at him, "don't be late again." he smirks. "Yes Sir." I reply quietly and rush out, closing the door behind me. I check my watch, it's 10:26, I go down to my floor, sit at my desk and do as much work as I can in the next hour or so, not letting my mind drift to thoughts of what just happened. Around 11:45 I decide to leave, there's no way I'll be late again. I get to the elevator, waiting, this is so annoying, the only reason why I didn't have this situation taken care of is because, I wasn't planning on having sex anytime soon, now I'm being forced into doing both! The elevator doors open and Jamie's inside, alone, isn't this perfect!?! I take a deep breath and step inside, standing next to him as the doors close. Calculated Moves Ch. 10 "Very punctual Ms Grey." he smiles down at me. "Well I learnt my lesson." I snap. "I hope you did. That reminds me, why were you late this morning?" he asks seriously. I look up at him then away, "I slept late." I say lamely. "I left around 11 last night, what did you do after that?" he questions curiously and steps in front me, looking down at me, intimidating me. Fuck...I was sketching you, I bite my lip and look at the floor, avoiding eye contact, "Nothing, I just couldn't sleep." I reply quietly, fidgeting a little, I'm such a terrible liar. In a instant he pushes me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his body hard against mine, I look up at him startled, "Did that fucker come back after I left?" he growls. Wait what?..."Who...Reese?" I asked genuinely confused. He nods at me, his lips pressed into a grim line, his eyes narrowed. I shake my head at him, "No...no he didn't come back...I didn't do anything." I whisper in fear. He frowns at me, "You're lying to me Sky." he says dangerously. I slowly shake my head at him, he's going to hurt me again. The doors open and he glares at me before he backs away. "Come." he says angrily and walks out of the lift, I follow close behind him, as we walk through the undercover parking lot, we stop and I look up at the car we're standing front of...oh my. I leave his side and go next to the car, staring at it in awe, it's a dark grey Audi, sports car, "What model is this?" I ask excitedly looking at the car, I have a huge thing for cool cars, I usually prefer vintage cars, like my dream car would be a red 1967 Shelby Mustang, but this car kicks my sweet little dream car's ass. "It's a 2015 R8." he says smiling, looking at his car, he likes cool cars also...he's not upset anymore, I need to keep it that way. "She's a beauty." I smile and look up at him. He nods at me in agreement and opens the passenger side door for me, "Always such a gentleman Mr Dornan." I tease, he smirks at me and I get in. The interior of the car is as cool as the outside, I look at everything, as Jamie gets in, "Put your seat belt on." he says seriously. Seriously, I roll my eyes and do it. He starts the car and gets out of the parking lot and onto the road. I watch him drive for a while, figuring out how the car works, before I finally turn my attention to the music player. I smile, "Lets hear what music you listen to." I say happily. I turn on the player, switch to audio mode, and the entire car explodes with some rap song, my jaw drops, I think it's Rick Ross because the rapper makes a barking noise in the beginning...rap doesn't seem like Jamie's kind of thing at all, I turn down the volume and look at him in complete shock. He's still focusing on the road but a smirk forms on his face, from what I can see from his profile, he faces me and smiles, a genuine smile, the type that reaches his eyes causing it to wrinkle at the corners, oh my...I got butterflies, I shove that feeling, hard and as far away as possible..."You listen to rap?" I ask in surprise. "Not what you were expecting, huh?...you should see your face." he laughs lightly, sexily, and looks back at the road. "No it's not my disc, my brother borrowed this car recently, he probably left his disc behind." he explains still amused. "Oh" "My music's on the USB." he says before reaching to the player, he changes the mode, selects a song on the screen, Where you belong by The Weeknd, and turns his attention back to driving. I sit back comfortably, the song sounds good, I haven't heard it before... I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body You see the scars painted over my skin I'm always numb to the topic of loving I fell in love with the subject of sin I don't have to remind you, oh ohhh It's my need to confine you, oh ohhh It's not classical or anything like that, like I expected, but its suits Jamie perfectly, its sexual, dark and intense, I look out the window and listen to the words... I'm in control, when you give me your body, yeah I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm, inside of you and I I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you, where you belong, baby Give me your all, scream as loud as you want ...Whoa. He places his large hand on my exposed thigh and I turn to look at him, "How's this?" he asks intensely. I swallow, "It's really good, I like it." I reply awkwardly, looking away. I want to shift my thigh away from his touch but I don't want to upset him again. We finally reach the beauty parlour, he parks the car next to the side walk and turns to face me, "Go in, tell the receptionist your name, she knows what's to be done. I have to go take care of a few things, I'll be back in the next half hour." he says casually. I want to cry again, I hate being forced into doing something I genuinely don't want to do, I remove my seat belt and nod at him. He stares at me before he leans forward and kisses me lightly then pulls away, "Sky I'll reward you for doing this." he says seriously, stroking my cheek, you better. He gets out the car, walks to my side and opens my door, I jump out and close my door, turning to face him practically bumping into his chest, he's standing really close, he cups my face, making me look up at him and I lean into his touch...what's wrong with you? He seems so gentle and caring now as opposed to his cold and distant self, this guy's mood swings are giving me whiplash. "I'll be back soon baby." he smiles and kisses me on the cheek. He steps away and I go inside the parlour, walking towards the receptionist I hear his car take off. The next half hour is the most awkward time of my entire life, the waxing lady is very comforting though so it's over in no time but I still get teary, it's really painful and my pain tolerance is somewhere around zero. I wake up from the bed, my lower regions stinging, my sensitive skin feels like its on fire. I walk back to the front and find Jamie sitting in the waiting area, biting on his thumb nail slightly, he seems worried, he sees me and stands up. We both go to the front desk and he pays, its official I'm his whore, I don't look at him at all, it will set me off again, I try to force away the tears. We walk out of the parlour to his car and he opens my door, I can do it myself! I get in then he does. "You were crying." he says concerned, what's new, I look down at my lap, "What would you like to eat for lunch?" he asks, trying to lift the mood, see he does care. I look up at him and give him a small smile, "Italian." I reply. He returns the smile and start the car. We go to some rustic Italian restaurant, nothing fancy which I'm happy about, I'm not some fancy gourmet eater and I don't fit in places like that. This place is homely and comforting, Jamie leads us to the back, away from all the other tables and the waiter takes our orders, I get spaghetti with tomato and basil sauce and Jamie orders chilli prawns and pasta. We eat in silence, I'm not feeling hungry so I take small mouthfuls, chewing it slowly. This is the perfect opportunity to get to know him better, know what I'm up against. "How about we play a game?" I suggest. He swallows his mouthful and looks at me curiously, "What kind of game?" "Nothing to difficult, we ask each other a question, any question, and we have to answer it honestly whoever refuses to answer a question first loses and the winner may drive the Audi back to work." I explain, it's lame Sky but anyway. "How about we not play your stupid game, you finish your food and I drive us back to work in 'my' Audi?" he asks back, arrogantly. "Fine then, if you're scared you'll lose, I understand." I say with a smirk and swirl my spaghetti around my fork. "Ladies first." he says annoyed, yay it worked, let's get down to business. "Have you forced anyone before?" I ask seriously, are you a serial rapist? "No Skylar, forcing innocent virgins to have sex with me isn't something I do in my spare time. He replies defensively. "How far did you get with other guys, sexually?" he asks with an edge to his tone. "I didn't...I haven't done anything before." I reply a bit embarrassed, which girl in her twenties hasn't done anything. He seems pleased with my answer, "Judging from what you did to me in New York, I'm guessing you're into BDSM, how long were you into that kind of stuff?" I ask warily. "It's all I know, so since I started fucking...which was around 17 and I'm 28 now." he answers. "Why didn't you have sex before?" he asks curiously. "I was waiting for the right guy...I was waiting for love...maybe I'll find that when this arrangement is over" I reply sadly, he stares at me with a look of both guilt and anger. "Since its all you know, I figure you've done this with Edith then, if she accepts you and allows you do that to her, why not be with her and do those things with someone willing?" I ask trying to make sense of this. "I have done these things with Edith but I didn't get any joy out of it and I bet she didn't either. I guess she did it so I wouldn't leave her...now I'm stuck with her...I want to do these things with you because you are exactly what I want, I knew that from the first day I saw you...I want you to be willing." he replies, "Do you enjoy what I do to you Skylar?" he questions intensely. I look down at my plate, thinking...honestly, "Yes...sometimes." I whisper before looking up to see his large grin. "Will you hurt me again?" I ask, scared, his expression changes. "I will never do anything to you that you couldn't handle." he replies seriously. "So you will hurt me again." I say, my eyes welling up with tears.. "Yes...but you don't have to be afraid Sky, it will be fun for the both of us, you just have to give yourself to me...just let go...you don't have to fight me." he says, his voice deep and low. I look down at my food, what little appetite I had just disappeared off the face of the earth, I worked so hard to be the person I am, why would I just give that person away to someone I don't know and trust? I look at him again, for his next question but then my cell phone rings. I get my purse and find my phone, it's Reese, oh crap, I press ignore and turn my attention back to my food, pushing it around my plate, as if nothing happened. "What were you doing last night Skylar?" he asks angrily, shit. I look at him and he's staring at me. No way I'm answering that...I got all the info I needed, "You win, I'm done playing this game, let's get back to work." I say bored. He glares at me but says nothing, gesturing for the waiter, he pays and we leave. The drive back is silent, no music nor conversation, he's fuming but I don't care, upset him, don't upset him, he'll still hurt me. We reach work, he parks and get off, walking over to my side, hell no I'm sick of him acting like a gentleman, I quickly open my door and get out before he walks to my side, closing my door, I turn to face him. His eyes narrows and his jaw clenches, he shoves me against the car, hard, pressing me back against the car with his body, "Stop pissing me off Skylar...or I fuck you right here, against this car you love so much, and I wouldn't give a fuck who sees us." he spits out, looking down at me dangerously, he presses his erection against me. I gasp and look down, right here. "I'm sorry." I whisper. He brings my face up to his, "That's the thing though, you always say sorry but then why do what you do...I think I need to make you feel sorry." he threatens. I look up at him in fear, my eyes wide, "Jamie, please don't hurt me." I beg. He just stares at me, his pupils are restricted making his eyes fully blue, almost glowing, he leans in and kisses me roughly, his left hand in my hair, holding me in place. He snakes his right hand under my skirt, sliding his fingers along my smooth nether regions, causing me to jerk up, he slips his finger in between my lips and rubs me, causing me to moan in his mouth. I start to squirm under his hold, trying to get away from his hand before he pulls his hand away, "Skylar, you're so wet." he breathes. I push at his chest, trying to shove him away from me, embarrassed, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow me up whole. He steps back and sucks his index finger, his eyes seems darker than before. "I got something for you." he says thoughtfully, please don't be something weird. He reaches to open the car door and I move aside, bending inside, he gets a small bag from the back seat before coming back out. He straightens up, holding a Victoria Secrets bag, urghhh, "I got you some lingerie, 3 pairs, one that I like, one that you might like and the last is for you to use now since I ruined your underwear this morning." he explains, "But after your behaviour during lunch and now, I think you deserve to be bare for the rest of the day...unless you're willing to change my mind." he says amused. "Oh go fuck yourself." I snap, I most definitely will not beg him for panties! "I see you still want to play hard ball." he says darkly. "Bring it on" I challenge angrily. He smirks at me, "Leave this in your car, you have to wear the one I like, tonight...when we play." he says intensely. I swallow and take the bag from him. I walk over to my car, while he goes to the elevator, opening my door, I place the bag inside and look at the lingerie, the first pair is a scrap piece of burgundy lace, definitely the one he likes, the second set is a powder blue frilly bra and panties, hmm it's really pretty, I guess this is the one I'm suppose to like, the third pair, is a plain and simple nude colour set, this is the one I need, I close the door, hurry to the elevator where he's waiting for me and we get in. We don't talk but I can feel his eyes on me, which will make this all the more fun, and tighten my fist around the material. I wait until we're 2 levels away from my floor before I open my fist, I reach down, slip my feet into my new Victoria Secrets panties and slide it up my legs and thighs slowly, trying to be as sexy as I can be, which isn't at all sexy, I set it over my hips, drop my skirt back in place and look up at him innocently, he's running his finger over his bottom lip and his eyes are heated, watching me, he looks a little surprised but more importantly he looks completely aroused. The elevator doors open, "Thank you Mr Dornan." I smile sweetly at him and walk out. "It's my pleasure, Ms Grey." he says behind me, his voice deeper. I make a conscious effort not to look back at him before the doors close. I feel victorious, whatever sick game we're playing, I'm pretty sure it's 2-1...I'm not good at keeping score. I get back to my cubicle and focus on my work, distracting myself, I should be panicking about what he's going to do to me but I'm not, I'm actually quite chilled. I get lost in my work, lost in the numbers, until I realise the office is quite, it's 6pm, I look around and the entire place is empty, gosh I really need to be more aware of my surroundings. I feel worn out, I can't wait to get home and sleep. I turn off my computer, pack my books in my bag and leave, dragging myself to the elevator. I push the button and wait, completely zoned out in my exhaustion, the door opens, looking down I walk in and move to press the ground floor button as the door closes. "Sky what are you still doing here?" someone asks, from the other side, my eyes widen and I snap out of my daze. I turn to the side and see Jamie, standing there, looking at me confused. "I had a lot work to catch up on from last week. I needed to complete it" I explain. "Your dedication Ms Grey is one of the reasons I want you." he says seriously. I look away, oh...kay. "Do you want to go out for dinner?" he asks. "No thanks, I'm still full from lunch, I just want to go to bed." I reply with a little yawn, and look back at him. "Me too." he smiles, oh. "I'm exhausted Jamie...can't we skip tonight...we already did it today." I say quietly. He looks at me thoughtfully. "You don't have to anything, I'll do everything." he says, staring at me intensely. "I'll follow you back to your place." he says after a while, fuck, I nod at him and the elevator door opens. We walk to the parking lot together, get in our cars and drive home, now I'm panicking, don't stress Sky it will take at most an hour and then you can sleep. We get to my loft within half an hour, Jamie takes the keys from my hand and opens the door. I reluctantly step inside with him and watch as he locks my door. He turns around to face me, taking my book bag and the Victoria Secrets bag from my hands, he sets it down the couch and takes my hand in his, he leads us to the bathroom. He goes to the tub and turns on the water, he gets my orange blossom wash gel and add some in the water, did he come to my place to bath? I stand at the door watching him, a little confused. The tub fills up, foamy and fragrant before he stops the water and turns his attention back to me, he pulls his tie off and steps out of his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt, he takes it off, showing his amazing body. He walks over to me and pulls my blouse up, over my head and tosses it on the floor, back up, I'm having a bath as well...WITH HIM! He sinks down on his knees in front of me and reaches down for my right foot. He removes my pale pink heel, his left hand gently wrapped around my leg as he slips my heel off then runs his hands up my smooth leg to my thigh, under my skirt, his fingers lingering higher up, and then back down to my bare foot before setting it down on the floor then he reaches to do the same for my left foot, this feels so very intimate. He straightens up again, his face is level with my abdomen, he places a few soft kisses on my belly then unzips my skirt with one small tug it falls to the ground. He looks at my panties then stares up at me, smiling, "I forgot about these." he teases. He pulls it down my hips and thighs slowly, running his fingers over my sensitive skin, down my legs, I hold onto his shoulders as I step out of my panties, he looks up at me again, his eyes filled with lust causing my face to burn up, my heart's beating out of my chest, Just take deep breaths...calm down Sky. I stare down at him and watch as he leans in and place gentle kisses on the fronts of my bruised thighs and then one soft kiss on my waxed virgina, holy fuck, making me squirm, before he stares up at me again, his eyes, my insides clench and I get that excited feeling deep down in my belly, have some self control Sky. He stands up again, his eyes wandering down to my breasts as he reaches to undo my bra, he slips his fingers under the straps and sliding it down my arms, gently running his fingers over my skin, leaving a tingling trail behind, oh my! I look down and watch his fingers graze my arms as he takes my bra off and drops it. I'm standing completely naked now in front of him, utterly exposed, wishing I could cover myself. I look up at his face, he has that heated intense look. I lick my bottom lip then bite it lightly, great now I'm turned on, he quickly leans in and presses his lips against mine, pulling my body against his, I place my palms on his shoulders and kiss him back, he grabs my bottom and pulls me up on my tip toes to reach him, kissing me more forcefully, I wrap my arms around his neck and push my boobs flat against his chest, rubbing my breasts against his slightly hairy front. I moan at the incredible sensation it has on my sensitive hard nipples, fuck, you need to calm down, don't give in Sky. Calculated Moves Ch. 10 I pull away from him, he opens his eyes, which are completely dark now, and takes a breath, "Lets get you cleaned up." he says, his voice gruff. He leads me to the tub, I reach to get my hair grip from the cabinet and grip my hair up as he removes his pants and underwear, I turn around and look at him, Jamie has the type of body most girls drool over including myself, he's tall, lean, toned, just the right amount of muscle, not a lot, so to me he looks perfect, stop looking! My eyes wander down his lightly defined abs to his penis, oh boy, it's erect and hard. I quickly look back at his face and he smirks at me before gesturing me to get in the tub with his eyes. I step into the tub and sit down, he watches me settle in the water then steps in behind me, I lean forward and he sits down behind me. He wraps his arm around me waist, pulling me back against him, jeez, I sit back awkwardly in between his legs. I shift a little to get more comfortable when I feel his erection press against my lower back and my ass and I immediately stiffen, my heart hammers in my chest. I turn my face to the side and look up at him, "Just relax Sky, you're way too tense." he says gently, looking down at me. I give him a slight nod before I rest my head against his chest, next to his calm heartbeat, and close my eyes, letting go of all the tension, I have no idea why he's being so gentle but I'll make the most of it, especially after what happened this morning. The water feels amazing, hot and soothing, making this feel all the more erotic, you're losing it Sky. Jamie gets my sponge from the side of the tub, dipping it the water, he brings it up to my chest and squeezes the sponge, I open my eyes and watch as the water falls down my breasts, he slowly wipes my body with the sponge, starting with my chest to my arms then my abdomen, I'm very aware of his hands on my body rather than the sponge, his hands runs down my sides, over my front down my navel to my virgina, he palms it in his hand which causes me to jerk up. He holds onto it more firmly, "This is mine Sky...I want you to say it." he says roughly, I'm not good at lying...but would you be lying Sky? He slips his finger in between my lips and slowly rubs me under the water. I close my legs tightly together to stop his hand from moving but he uses his feet to spread my legs open again and intertwines our legs, he locks my legs apart, leaving me spread. He continues rubbing me, over and over, swirling his finger over my throbbing clit. I cry softly and grab his wrist to pull his hand away but he just keeps going, he's going to make me cum! "Please Jamie...I can't...please." I cry. "Yes you can baby, I want you to cum for me...I want you to tell me this pussy is mine when you do." he whispers in my ear before nibbling on my ear the sucking it hard. "No I can't!' I yell and struggle against him to get out of the tub. His left arm wraps around my chest and holds me against him, squeezing my firm boobs in his free hand, all the while his finger keeps moving, faster and faster, I push my body more back against his body, against his hard dick, trying to get away from his hand, my fingers digging into his thighs under the water, don't give in, don't give in, FUCK! I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself, my belly muscles tighten, I get that feeling, I have to cum. I cry out and unconsciously push my hips up more towards his hand, he moves faster, oh, my entire body tense up and I stop breathing. "Say it." I hear him demand as I'm about to reach my climax, that feeling deep down in my tummy intensifies and I cum. I cum hard, really hard, mindlessly crying out in my bliss, "It's yours it's yours it's yours...oh it's all yours...pleeease JAMIE!" I scream, I'm so lost right now there's no way back. I squirm and buck against him, spilling the water out of the tub, screaming and crying. "That's my good girl." he praises against the side of my neck, once I quieten down only letting out small whimpers, kissing my neck and shoulder as I pant and shudder in his grasp, his finger slowing down to a stop, my orgasm rolls through my whole body until I go limp against him, my head resting on his chest and my hands still on his thighs, my inner walls contracting and relaxing, I feel like I'm pulsing down there. I keep my eyes closed and try to catch my breath while he gets the sponge again and wipes my virgina, cleaning me gently, my clit is so very sensitive. We sit like that for a while, his hands lightly feeling my body as he let's me rest. He makes me sit up and turns me around to face him, I kneel in front of him in between his legs and we stare at each other, why do you always give in Sky? He leans forward and kisses me slowly, passionately, holding onto my face, I kiss him back. We make out for a while then he pulls away, "It's your turn to wash me." he says happily. "Yes Sir." I smile sweetly. Yep I'm still high. He smiles back at me, I love his smile...for fuck sake Sky!! I get the sponge, reach towards him and start from the top, wiping his shoulders and neck, I lean more in and reach over to wipe his back, my body almost touching his, before I pull back and start with his front, he sits back and relaxes, I focus on washing him, slowly and gently, I start with his arms, lifting it up, I wash under then down his sides then back up along his hand before moving to his other arm, my hands and eyes exploring his body, curiously. He just lies back and watches me. I move to his chest, wiping down to his abdomen, taking my time, I'm almost done. I finish up his front and let go of the sponge and look up at him. He looks at me confused, "You do know you're not done, right?" he asks in amusement, damn, I pout at him, before getting the sponge again and reaching down into the water, most of the foam dissolved so his penis is quick visible, I wipe along his thighs to his member, avoiding all contact with it, this thing scares the hell out of me, "Touch me." he whispers, I look up at him again and his eyes are full with lust, my eyes moves down to his lips when he speaks again, watching his mouth move as he says, "I want you to stroke me, Sky." intensely. "Yes sir." I say quietly, scared, submit yourself to me, his words from the morning playing over in my mind, just do it Sky...follow the rule. I leave the sponge and reach down, gently wrapping my fingers around his huge penis, I run my closed fist up and down the length of him, feeling him, every ridge and vein, he's smooth and hot . I think this is how you stroke someone, I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. "That's it baby, just like that." he breaths and lay his head back against the tub, closing his eyes. I look at him, I wonder who he really is? The shrewd businessman, the cold scary dominant or the gentle and caring guy I occasionally get to see glimpses of. No matter how hard I try I can't figure him out. Who are you Jamie?...it has nothing to do with you Sky...6 days left. And with that I concentrate on the task at hand, stroking him, I start off slowly, feeling him get harder and bigger in my hand so I move faster, he opens his eyes and looks at me, "If you keep doing it like that you'll make me cum Sky and I'll want to cum in your mouth." He says, his voice strained, my mouth parts. "Could you handle that?" he asks seriously, Could I? I think long and hard before I slowly shake my head at him, no. "Then stop." he whispers. I stop. The intensity of the moment passes and I withdraw my hand from him. He seems disappointed, what did he expect??? I look at him sadly, I'm not high anymore, just completely disgusted with what just happen, for a second there I was willing to let him do that, now you disappointed him...why the fuck does that matter Sky!?! I can feel the tears forming, I try to blink it back but it just streams down my cheeks. He looks at me, concerned, his eyebrows scrunches together, "Why are you crying?" he asks. "I'm sorry." I cry. "What are you sorry for?" he asks confused. "I'm sorry I disappointed you." I sob unable to swallow down the lump in my throat. He moves towards me and cups the side of my face in his hand, "You didn't disappoint me, I asked a lot of you today and you managed through most of it so it's fine." he says gently, comforting me. He places a light kiss on my lips before he stands up and steps out of the tub, he grabs a towel and quickly dries himself, he didn't get off as yet, before wrapping it around his hips then he gets another towel. I pull the tub plug and stand up in the draining tub in front of him, we're both the same height now, eye to eye. He wipes my body slowly, thoroughly, then wraps the towel around my body and scoops me up in his arms, I close my eyes and hide my face in his chest as he carries me out of the bathroom, I'm feeling so drained. We get into the bedroom when he stops and after a few seconds I hear his sharp intake of breath, I quickly open my eyes and look up at him, he's looking down at something on the floor in front of us, I look down as well, oh my god! NO! How could I FORGET?!? My room floor covered with sheets of paper, all my sketches of Jamie. I look up at him again and he looks down at me surprised and utterly confused. He walks over to the bed and sets me down, sitting up on the edge of the bed I watch as he walks over to a pile and pick one sheet up, this can not be happening. He looks at it and then at me, stunned. "Sky I didn't know you could draw, you're really talented..." he looks at the sketch again then back at me, "this looks exactly like me...but why were you drawing me?" he asks curiously. "Um...I...I couldn't stop thinking about you." I tell the truth quietly, looking down at my hands on my lap, yeah Sky that didn't sound weird at all. "Well I can't stop thinking about you." he says seriously, I look back at him, surprised, "So this is what you did last night when you couldn't sleep?" I nod at him. He leaves the drawing down on the dresser and walks back to me, "Stand up." he orders sternly. I stand up looking at him warily, he steps in front of me and drops his towel before reaching for mine and tugs it open, my towel falls to the ground with his. He reaches for my hair and ungrips it, my silky wavy hair falling down to my breasts and over my back. "I have to fuck you Skylar, I have to fuck you, hard." he says intensely, "Go lie down on your front for me." I obey immediately, completely intimidated, I turn around, my entire body trembling, climb onto my bed and lay flat down on my stomach with my hands placed on the bed next to my head, I wait for him, I guess I'm not wearing the lingerie tonight. He climbs onto the bed, leaning over me, he runs his hands over my legs up the backs of my thighs to my ass, grabbing it and kneading it as he bends down and places a kiss on my dimples at the bottom of my spine before kissing his way up my back. He kneels up and picks my ass up off the bed, still keeping my abdomen flat on the bed, I feel his dick pushing in between my legs pass my swollen lips to my sore hole. I close my eyes as he pushes in slowly, extremely slow, I bite onto the knuckle of my pointer finger to keep from making any noise, I can feel every inch of him, hot and thick, as he enters me, filling me up, stretching me open. Once his cock is fully seethed deep inside me, he grinds his hips against my ass, moving his dick inside me, oh fuck. Holding onto my hips, he pulls out a little then slams back in forcefully, causing me to scream, he repeats this several times over, moving faster and faster, I clench around him, my bed sheet stained with my tears, he leans forward and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up, straining my neck back, he leans over me and slows down again. "You love fucking me just as much as I love fucking you, don't you Skylar?" he pants in my ear. I whimper in response. "I can feel you Sky, the way your body responds to me...you want this as much as I do." He let's go of my hair and I fall back down on the bed. He pushes my hair to one side as he lies down flat on top of me, most of his body crushing me into the mattress, his hands planted on the bed on either side of me. I'm pinned between the bed and his body as he withdraws his penis a few inches and pushes back in hard and deep, his thrusts are slow and controlled, his hips slamming down against my ass, I grip the bed sheet and tense up, tightening my inner walls around his penis, I cry out every time he slams back in, deeper and deeper, I feel like I'm being torn apart, he nips my ear then sucks on it hard. He suddenly stops and pulls out of me, sitting up again, he grabs my waist and flips me around on my back, I push my hair away from my face and stare up at him confused, when will he cum already? "I love watching you cum on my cock." he explains, I gasp at his words I don't want to cum again. And with that he shoves my legs apart and moves in between them, he slides his huge dick up and down my smooth soft lips before pushing in between my lips, nudging it at my entrance. He leans down again, bracing himself on his palms pressed flat on the bed again. He moves his face lower to my chest and sucks onto my right boob, as he pushes his penis in slowly, he sucks harder and harder, sure to leave a mark, I moan and cry, bringing my hands up to the back of his head, gripping onto his hair, I don't know whether I want to pull his mouth away from my chest or push myself more towards him, it's so confusing, he swirls his tongue around my small hard nipple before grasping it in between his teeth, biting on it lightly, and I whimper, he lets go and move his mouth to my left boob, doing the same thing, and by the time he's done, I have that feeling deep down in my belly again, I'm panting and I feel fevered. He picks his head up from my chest, moving himself higher, his face level with mine, he looks down at me, smiling, oh no its his swoon over me smile, I stare up at him dazed as he slams his dick back in, burying his entire length deep inside me, I bite down on my lip to hold back the moan, his thrusts are hard, slow and ever so deep. Our gazes locked, I try to look away but he stops me and continues watching my expression as he thrusts forward, his blue eyes piercing my soul, each thrust is like a small electric shock to me, making me gasp, leaving my entire body tingling, my skin is so sensitive, just the touch of his abdomen rubbing over my belly causes me to clench around him. He pushes my mattered hair away from the side of my face and cups my cheek, he kisses me and I kiss him back. He thrusts gets faster, pounding into me, causing my boobs to bounce on my chest, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in, I tighten myself around him, fuck I need to cum again. I move my mouth away from his and cry out, I need to hold onto him before I float away, I wrap my arms around his neck, holing onto his hair again, he settles down on top of me, his face in between my neck and left shoulder, "You're going to cum Sky I can feel it...I want you to ask me permission or else you can't." He whispers in my ear, oh no! He moves pumps faster in between my thighs, fuck!! I bite my lip, don't do it Sky!! "Please..." I cry. "Please what?" he asks, his voice strained as he picks himself up and looks down at me. "Please...make me...let me cum." I beg, my face heating up even more, you're so pathetic Skylar. "No...not yet." he smiles, I turn my head to the side and whimper. He sits up and grips my hips, tiling my hips up towards him as he fucks me mercilessly, pounding into me, he breaks into a frenzy. I spread my arms out on the bed, gripping my bed sheet in my hands, I arch my back off the bed, pushing my head back into my pillow, tears running down the sides of my face, I whimper and moan until I can't hold back any longer. I feel so lost, I'm not myself, all I know is that I have to cum now. I look up at him, in his eyes, I need permission, my whole body tense up. "Please Sir." I whisper. "Cum for me baby." he says intensely, struggling to get the words out, breathing heavy. I scream, my tense body finally releases and I explode. He leans over me again and grabs my hands, bringing our hands up on the pillow on either side of my head, he interlocks our fingers and holds me down, as my walls clamp onto his dick even tighter and harder, I squeeze my eyes close, push my chest up and press the side of my face in the pillow, my body writhing in pleasure underneath him. I'm free and wild, lost in my bliss. I hear him groan and moan as he swells up inside me, "Fuck Sky." he breathes before he stops moving and cums, ropes of his thick hot cum spraying deep inside me. He jerks into me making sure every last drop is deposited before he stills again and collapses on top of me. We both breathing so hard, our bodies are covered in sweat, I feel completely surrounded by Jamie, his skin, his heat, his scent with a hint of my orange blossom wash gel. My body is trembling and my heart is beating erratically. He lifts his head up and cups my face, he kisses me deeply, sensually, the I just forgot my name kiss...you said you weren't going to lose yourself Skylar!!...oh fuck! I turn my face away from his lips and start sobbing underneath him, what the fuck did you do!?!? He slides his hands under my shoulders and back, holding me against him, he rolls onto his back so that I'm lying on top of him, completely limp. My head resting on his chest and our legs tangled together with sheets, his arms still wrapped around me and his penis still inside me. I cry for awhile, quietly, my tears falling on his chest, I gave in! it's such a sick feeling. He ssshs me as he strokes the side of my face and my hair, and whispers to me, telling me it's fine, that everything will be okay...I hope so. I focus on his heart beat as I feel both our breathing start to even out. My eye lids feel heavy, I let out a soft sigh and close my eyes ready to be consumed by sleep. I drift away, falling peacefully asleep in his arms, the arms of the man who hurts me. ***************** A/N: lol again! Yep I just went all magic dick on you guys, I personally feel it was about bloody time lol I held out as long as I could, I want Jamie to be badass not an asshole. Please don't jump the gun though, there might be pleasurable tortures like this one or there might be dark tortures to come, I haven't decided. All the same I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'm not feeling too confident about this one. Love love love Niki