Ares tells me to come back to the office while
we’re walking through the lobby. There are actually people here at this time of
morning. They talk quietly among themselves as we walk by. I don’t pay
attention long enough to see if they’re looking in our direction as he head to
the company elevators. We step inside the carriage and Ares presses the button
for our floor. I lean against the opposite wall trying to forget what just
happened. I'm still hard, the texture of my shirt not helping as I walked
through the lobby. I want to put my hands in my pockets but that would only
serve to make me want to touch myself even more than I want to now. I try
closing my eyes and all I can see is a head of strawberry blonde hair. Fuck, why did he have to be so damned good at
cocksucking!
“Are you all right?”
Hell no! I’ve got a fucking hard on that you
let your boss do to me after getting
a blowjob at a club! “I’m cool.”
“Do you want me to take care of it?”
My face went red, “No, I’m ok,” I take a
glance at him. His jade eyes are piercing me. He steps closer to me.
“Are you sure?”
“Please Ares, I don’t want anyone else
touching my piece tonight. Thank you.”
He cocks a brow at me.
“What, you don’t have a name for yours?”
“No.”
This conversation is not helping, “I’m fine, really,” he keeps staring at me until the
elevator doors open on our floor. We get out and walk in silence to the office.
The monitor and comp guys pay us no attention as usual as we walk through. We
get to our office and I walk back to my desk and eye the stack of papers
sitting there. I take my jacket off and place it on the back of my chair.
“Come with me,” Ares says appearing in my
workspace. I follow him down the hall. We turn and I’m like, ‘Yes! He’s makin’
some magic!’ but he keeps walking past the kitchen. We come to the end of the
hall and Ares opens a door on the right. He steps back, wanting me to enter
first. I go inside the darkened room. Ares steps in behind me and nudges me
further inside before closing the door and encasing us in darkness. I’m about
to turn around and ask him what’s up when I feel his arms around me. I stiffen,
the words stuck in my throat. His hands come to my belt working it free, then
my pants. My hands find the ability to move and grab his wrists but not before
he takes hold of my piece. Fuck…
“You’re not ok,” he says in my ear. His
fingers make their way underneath the waistband of my boxers and close around
me. His fingers glide over my piece and I shiver. No I’m not ok, I need to
fucking get off. I stifle a moan as his fingers grip me and start stroking me.
Does everyone that works here have to be good at this? He grips me just right
and I gasp, my hips start acting of their own accord and thrust my piece in his
hand. All too soon my body stills and seed comes out of me into the darkness,
my breathing hard, my legs weak. Ares keeps me against his solid frame until I
get my wits about me. He turns on the lights, we’re in a bathroom and I just
shot my load into the shower, “Don’t lie to me again,” he says then opens the
door and walks out.
I get out of the bathroom and bypass the
kitchen when I see Ares pouring a cup of magic, my face still flushed with what
just happened. I sit down and start catching up the paperwork. I get everything
sorted and start typing when a mug of magic appears. I stop and look at the mug
for a moment before picking it up, “Thank you,” I say not looking at him.
“This job will be difficult. You'll have
virtually no chance of meeting people your age and starting relationships.
There will be times when you’re sexually frustrated. It happens, that’s why
you’ll see people having sex in the lobby and the conference room or even with
Wren and Rex’s pets.”
“Mr. Daevin really doesn’t mind all of that?”
“As long as people aren’t overstepping their
bounds he’s fine with it.”
I shake my head, “It’s a little too casual for
me.”
“You didn’t mind Adrian and Tennison.”
“You let then do that to me. What happened to
no sex?”
“That was foreplay.”
“That was oral sex Ares.”
“To them it’s foreplay so it doesn’t count as
sex.”
I look up at him. He looks back at me with his trademark
monotonous stare.
“You didn’t mind Daevin either.”
“What was I supposed to do? Tell the owner of
one of the most powerful companies on the planet that I didn’t want him jackin’
me off?”
“Yes.”
“You do realize that he can make my life a
living hell on a whim right? What am I saying? He already has!”
“Daevin was only doing that to test my
reaction.”
“Why?”
“He wanted to see if there was anything
between us.”
“How can there be? I’ve only been here for two
days. I really don’t know anything about you other than you have no problem
working with people that obviously love sex.”
“You don’t like sex?”
“Of course I like it,” I say quickly,
“I’m…just not that casual about just doing it.”
“You let your feelings get involved.”
“Well yeah, don’t you?”
“No.”
“So you’re content with just anyone getting
you off?”
“No.”
“But you just said your emotions aren’t a
factor so what else is there?”
Ares looks at me in silence for a moment, “In
this business, having close feelings can make things more complex than they
should be. No, I don’t let just anyone get me off. I don’t have time for that.”
“So you have someone in particular,” I say
then remembered what I saw when I walked into the VIP room, “The brunette?
Tennison I guess his name is?”
“I don’t have sex with Tennison.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that he looked
really friendly towards you.”
“That’s his nature and it helps him in his
line of work. Daevin set them up for me when he hired me.”
“So they’re more like your stress relievers.”
“I hardly use them. My last assistant took
full advantage of them.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me usin’
them. I doubt I’ll have the time with your schedule and school.”
“And there is where the tension will build.
When was the last time you had an orgasm before tonight?”
I blush, “It’s….been a while.”
“More than a few weeks?”
“…Closer to like a few months….”
“And explains why you were apt to receive them
and Daevin.”
My face feels hotter and I look down at the
mug in my hand.
“There is nothing wrong with needing release,
that’s why people masturbate.”
“Um, can we not talk about this anymore?
Please? I’m red enough as it is,” I say putting my free hand to my forehead.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,”
Ares says. Geez, how can he be so freakin’ calm about this? “
“I don’t know
“You don’t like him?”
“It’s…it’s not that. I…just don’t want someone
I hardly know doing…that with me,” I sigh, “Can we just drop this for now? I
want to get this stuff done and call it a day,” I sit my mug down and go back
to typing. After a couple of pages I sense that Ares is still standing there. I
look over at him, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore boss.”
Ares looks at me for a moment more. His eyes
are hypnotic, but I’m going to stand my ground on this one. I like having
relationships. I like getting to know a person before going that far. In the
last couple of hours, I’ve had four people touch me like a boyfriend should and
I knew nothing about them. I don’t care if I have to use my own hand, I’ll take care of my sexual needs.
“Fine. Do not lie to me again. If you’re not
fine don’t say you are, even if it is in a sexual nature,” his eyes are
insistent, “I will not tolerate that.”
“If I need to get off I can do it myself,
that’s all I’m sayin’ boss,” my cheeks slightly hot.
“All right. Get some rest when you’re done. I’ll
need you at nine tonight,” he says and heads to the front room. I shake my head
and go back to typing.
Seven forty two in the morning finds me done
with all of the stacks of paperwork. Halfway through the first batch, one of
the comp guys comes in with another stack that was almost twice a thick as the
ones that were sitting on my desk. I want so badly just to take my hair down
and crawl into bed. As tired as I am, I’m glad that I got this out of the way.
I turn away from the screen and let out a yawn. Man I need some magic. I get up
and go to the kitchen and make a fresh pot. I lean against the counter and let
the sounds of the coffeemaker almost lull me to sleep. I perk back up and
thankfully it’s done brewing and pour a delicious cup. Once I finish it, I pour
another to take with me and head to the front, grabbing my jacket on the way. I
get to the front and see that Ares’s screens are still active. I go over and
watch as people rush this way and that and before I know it I’m sitting down
and back in Sliver mode, my tiredness
not so apparent anymore. Or at least I thought…
In my drowsiness I hear sounds of people
talking quietly. I feel nice and warm so I don’t bother trying to understand
them. It’s when I feel someone close to me that I open my eyes. Just the wall.
I’m about to close them again when a hand comes to my left shoulder. I turn my
head and see the hand and follow a visible path up the arm to it’s owner. It’s
Ares. I sit up in his chair and notice there’s a blanket over me. I rub my hand
over my face, “Sorry.”
“Get some rest in the spare room.”
“I’ll just head on home.”
“It would be pointless to do that now. It’s
three thirty in the afternoon.”
“Three thirty!” I say my eyes wide, “Why
didn’t you wake me? Wait, how long have you been here?”
“You were asleep for an hour when I came in.”
“How?” I thought then my brain kicked in.
Securities, duh, cameras. One of the monitor guys must have seen me, “Damn, I
still need to change clothes.”
“Get some more rest. It’s being taken care of.”
A yawn escapes my lips. I’m still beat. I pull
away the blanket and take it with me as I walk back to the spare room. As soon
as I close the door I strip down to my boxers and climb in between the sheets.
The soft jersey knit cotton feels so good I moan as I drift off again.
When I wake again it’s five in the afternoon
according to the digital clock beside the bed. I turn over on my back and look
up at the ceiling. The soft yet firm feeling of the mattress reminds me of Ares
being that close to me. It had me thinking about his arm around me, his hand on
me. That got my body thinking as well. It wasn’t caring about what I had said
earlier about people’s casualness, my body liked the attention it got from
other people. My piece made it known that it liked that very much. I groan softly ‘cause I know that there isn’t anything
that will make this go away. Face it Sky, your piece likes getting some
attention, whether it be your hand or your boss’s. I groaned again and reach
down and take hold of my piece. My hips jump at the sensation, much like they
did when Ares was stroking me. Daevin’s hand only made me want to, but Ares’s
did. My mind went back to those few minutes of pleasure, my hand had a mind of
its own, running over my piece, trying to copy his movements, the way he
gripped me, how his fingertips teased me just a bit. I then remembered his
voice in my ear, soft yet stern. I took a deep breath hoping to remember his
scent as his body was so close to mine. I let out a moan and stroke faster, my
mind playing for me what it wants to happen. It wants Ares to come in here and
catch me in the act. It wants him to sit down beside me and replace my hand
with his. It wants his free hand to explore my body, to tease my nipples, to
brush his fingers against my lips so that I can take them in my mouth and mimic
what I want his mouth doing to the sensitive flesh in his hand. I want him to
take my load and lick his lips and moan at my taste.
I let out a cry as my orgasm hits, and boy
does it hit. I fight to take a breath and moan at the same time, my seed
spilling over my hand and soaking the sheets and my boxers. My body finally
falls limp and somehow I manage to open my eyes. Jade ones are looking back at
me.
Shit….
My face felt hotter than the sun. I just hope
that I wasn’t calling out his name in the throes of satisfying my body’s needs.
I wish this bed would swallow me right now.
“Do you feel better?” he asks calmly.
I nod my head quickly. He still looks at me
with those piercing yet nonetheless beautiful eyes. He leans forward and places
a hand on my sweaty forehead. My face temperature goes up. Ares looks at me
intensely for a second before blinking and standing upright.
“Are you embarrassed that you were calling my
name?”
Oh…shit…
I turn on my side facing away from him and
curling into a ball. Fuck! He heard me! Come on you stupid bed, swallow me up
all ready!
“You don’t have to be Daniels. If it helps
you, then it helps you. I won’t say anything about it.”
“Can you go away…please?” I ask pulling the
covers over my head, tears threatening to spill. There’s a silence and then I
hear Ares closing the door. I let out a sob and bury my face in the pillow.
Shit…
When I finally get my embarrassment out of my
system I sit up in bed…and stare at a deep misty gray pinstripe suit with
matching tie and a starch white shirt behind it. On the table near the suit was
a small plastic bag. I get up and go over to the bag and inspect its contents,
boxers, A-shirts, and dress socks. I notice a slip of paper beside the bag. It
bore the same handwriting as the one with my housewarming gift of Colombian
magic. ‘Get dressed ASAP. The door to the
shower is next to the bed.’ I sigh and head to the shower pulling the tie
out of my hair and unweaving my locks.
Twenty minutes later I’m so fresh and so
clean. Man, I have got to find me that hairdryer. Mine takes like ten minutes
to dry my hair and that one does it in half the time. Hell yeah. And the suit
fits perfectly. It’s like Ares knew my size or somethin’. I stop for a second
and remember what he said before leaving me to my state of flush. He didn’t
mind the fact that I was calling out his name. What the fuck? I shake my head
and make my way to the front room and see Ares sitting in a chair looking over
some papers while one of the comp guys sits next to him on the couch. Ares
looks up when he notices the comp guy seeing me come in. Ares then signs the
papers and hands them back to the comp guy who promptly leaves.
“I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” I ask
stopping at the end of the couch.
“No,” Ares replies. His eyes are looking me
over again. I look down at the suit then to him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It looks good on you,” he says
standing up, “Come, we’re leaving early.”
I nod and follow him. When we get to the
monitoring area I notice that some of the monitors are trained on the hallway
we just went through. We pass through and head on to the elevator in silence.
On our silent trek Ares takes out his phone and speed dials a number, gives
brief instructions and ends the call just as we come to the elevator. The doors
open and a couple of guys step out and head in the direction opposite ours. One
takes a backward glance just as I’m about to step in the elevator. Just before
the doors close I see him lean over and speak to the other guy who then turns
back to catch a glimpse of me I guess. Damn people, I’ve just started on my
third day and they’re still looking at me like I’m brand spankin’ new. Ares
presses the button for the company lobby and just as we start moving he hits
the stop button starting a ringing then opens a small panel and inputs a
sequence to stop the alarm. He then turns and steps behind me and pulls my tie
out of my hair. What the bloody fuckin’ hell! I open my mouth to say something
when I catch on to what he’s doing; he’s braiding my hair. I fight off a blush
as he quickly weaves my locks and ties it off. Ares then steps back over to the
panel and starts the elevator again.
“It’s better if you keep your hair braided
when you’re here,” he says quietly, “It’ll lead to more problems than you
already have if you wear it down. You’ll probably have another run in with
Anthony soon. Those two that got out of the elevator work under him.”
“Oh, ok,” I say bringing my braid over my
shoulder. He braids neatly. I look over at him.
“My ex had long hair and liked it when I
braided it,” he says answering my unspoken question.
“…Oh…”
“You’ll be meeting him shortly. That’s who
we’re meeting.”
My eyes widen.
“He owns a club and he’s recently expanded the
area and wants to rework his security.”
“Ok.”
“He may try to hit on you. He’s developed a
fondness for guys with long hair.”
“….Ok.”
“If he pushes you too much you can hit him. I
won’t stop you.”
“That bad?”
“He can be persistent.”
“I mean between you two. The breakup was that
bad?”
“There’s not much to tell. He cheated and I
threw him out.”
“So why do you do business with him?”
“Because it’s business, not personal. One
thing he could do was tell the difference. He knows I’m good at what I do.”
“Ok,” I say staring down at my neatly braided
hair, “Will he really try to flirt with me with you around?”
“It’s possible, or he may think we’re in a
relationship. If that is the case then follow my lead and he’ll leave you
alone.”
“Sure thing boss.”
“…Just call me Ares.”
“Ok, Ares.”
His ex’s club is called Fire and it’s at the
edge of downtown where a lot of night life takes place in the city. I had gone
by it a couple of times with friends but never went in due to the fact that I’m
under twenty-one. The outside has the look of an old factory and there are
still remnants on the inside that are made to look hip and stylish. It’s not
too bad actually. One of his day time cleaning employees shows us upstairs to
his office. I’ll admit, I’m curious to see the kind of person that would cheat
on Ares. The employee shows us inside his office and tells us he’ll be here
shortly. I look around at the various painting and neon signs on the walls. I
never would expect to see a Van Gogh reproduction in the middle of a night
club. It does make a little sense since it’s ‘A Starry Night’. I’m lost in my
musing over the painting when the door opens. My back is to the door and I
don’t turn around immediately until I hear footsteps on the hardwood floor.
It’s Ares’s ex. He appears to be about the same height as Ares. His dark brown
hair has light touches of gray to make his blue eyes almost electric. He does
have a look about him that makes me believe he’s older than Ares, a slight
showing of crow’s feet at his eyes and a strong jaw tells me he’s been around.
What’s getting me is that he’s dressed like a bouncer, a tight muscle shirt
with his club’s name on it and worn tight blue jeans with those old permanent
stains on them that no matter how many times you wash them they won’t come out.
There’s also the fact that all these elements together add up to one thing; it
makes this guy look fuckin’ hot!
“Pardon the attire Ares,” he says, his voice
carries a faint but apparent Italian accent, “I was helping with the cleanup
down stairs. We had a birthday party for triplets turning twenty-one last
night. It was crazy.”
“It’s no problem Giovanni. I pushed our
meeting up so the fault lies with me,” Ares responds, “This is my assistant Sky
Daniels.”
He looks me over, “Another one,” he says
cocking a brow, “The woman was too much to handle for you?”
“Stella was two assistants ago.”
“Two? What happened to the one in between?”
“He got transferred,” Ares says in that same
tone as he spoke with Tristan.
“Hello Sky,” he says coming over and extending
his hand to me. I shake his hand, damn his are big, “He has beautiful eyes
Ares, you better keep a close watch on him.”
“I do Giovanni,” Ares says looking at him
sharply, “He’s only been working for me for three days and everyone wants a
piece of him.”
“I can see why. And with such magnificent
hair,” Giovanni says reaching around to take my braid. I have to stop him
there. I’m picky about people touching my hair, especially if I’ve just met
them.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather you not do
that,” I say taking his wrist in my hand. He takes that opportunity to wrap his
arm around me and pull me flush to his body. He’s solid as a rock.
“You know,” he says looking me directly in the
eye, “I have a villa on the coast of
“Uh, that’s all well and good, but I don’t
think Ares would like that,” I say pushing against his chest, “He likes being
the only person lying naked beside me,” Ares you better run with that damn it!
“Yes Giovanni, I’d like it if we could get
down to business and you not putting your hands on my boyfriend,” he responds
coming over and removing Giovanni’s arm from behind me. I step back from
Giovanni into Ares who then puts his arm around me. I place my hand over his
and glare at his ex. Giovanni gives a broad smile and puts his hands up in
surrender.
“Yes, business it is Ares,” he says going over
to a mini fridge and pulling out a bottle of water, “Would you care for
something to drink Ares, Sky?”
“No thank you,” I say.
“No.”
Ares releases me and walks over to the leather
couch to sit and I do the same. I sit close beside him. Hey, we’re supposed to
be a couple, right? Giovanni comes over and sits on the sturdy metal coffee
table in front of us. He opens the bottle and drinks most of it before screwing
the top back on.
“He seems to be a bit young for you Ares,” he
says looking at me, his blue eyes going over my face as if he wants to commit
it to memory, “I’m sure he can handle you in the bedroom, but your work
schedule? I don’t think even a three year old could keep up with you, and they
have energy for days.”
“What do you want as far as security Giovanni?”
my “boyfriend” asks. Oh man, I hope this doesn’t get out of hand and we’d have
to do something like….kiss.
“Yes, well, I’m opening the upper level in one
month and I want top of the line surveillance and an upgrade on the lower two
floors.”
“This club has two levels?” I ask.
“Oh yes. The main floor is mostly mainstream
club and dance and what not. The floor below is pure techno and rave. That
floor actually brings in more money than the main on most nights. It seems to
be a magnet for DJs to perform and get noticed. It’s been mentioned in several
music magazines. They call it The Underground Fire.”
“I’ve read about it,” I say, “I never thought
that it was in this city since its location is never mentioned in any of the
magazines I’ve read.”
“Yes, when magazines come to do articles about
it I tell them they can publish as long as they don’t reveal the city in their
article. I leave the promotion of The Underground Fire to the DJs that are
performing and the attendees. It gives it more of a mystery and it doesn’t
cause me to have to deal with the fire chief. I may have to expand the lower
floor as well if business keeps coming in like it is. You’ll handle security
for that as well Ares?”
“Of course,” he replies, “I can have a team in
here in three days to do a walkthrough of how they will wire the place.”
“That will be fine. The upper level should be
ready for added electronics before then. Shall I call your assistant if it is
ready ahead of time?” he asks looking at me. I look down and place my hand on
Ares’ thigh. He puts his over mine and slips his fingers between mine.
“They may still be working another job, but if
they are free we can send them,” I speak up looking at his ex.
“That will be fine as well,” Giovanni
responds. He smiles, “Dear Sky, would you like to take a tour of my club now
that our business has concluded? I promise to behave.”
I look at Ares. He’s begins to say something
when his phone rings. He takes it out and looks at the number, “I have to take
this, go ahead. Don’t touch his hair Giovanni, it’s mine to touch.”
“Yes of course Ares,” he says getting up. I
stand up as Ares opens his phone and puts it to his ear. He still has a hold of
my hand. He brings it to his lips giving me a light kiss in the palm of my hand
before letting go, making sure that Giovanni see him doing it. It gives me a
shiver. I look at Giovanni, he’s still smiling, “This way Sky.”
Giovanni takes me on a tour of the upper level
showing me the set up and his idea behind it. We go down to the main floor just
as the day time crew finishes restoring the area to its immaculate form. I have
to say, this place does look pretty cool, and it’s larger than the outside lets
on. We go down to the famed bottom floor where a few DJs are doing a sound
check. Wow, I almost wish I were twenty-one now so I can get in here. As we’re listening to a female DJ work her
magic Giovanni leans in to me.
“Do you enjoy this type of music?” he asks
over the rhythmic thumping of bass.
I nod and he smiles again. Not a bad smile
really. It’s a good thing Ares warned me about him before we left Siren or I
might have fallen for it.
“You know that you are allowed in here since
you work for Ares.”
I look at him.
“I can tell you’re not twenty-one,” he says,
“I’ve been in this business for a while and I can spot someone underage no
matter how mature they may appear to be.”
“Oh, thanks.”
The DJ then starts up Tiesto’s In the Dark and it’s easier to hear
Giovanni, “Did you know that Ares is very
ticklish just underneath his rib cage?”
I can feel my face starting to heat up. Oh
boy, I have a feeling that I’m gonna get a crash course in ‘What makes Ares
tick’….bedroom edition. I nod and go along with it.
“I can tell he’s the one that braided your
hair today and not you.”
“How could you tell that?”
“The way he ties off the end. He doesn’t like
those rubber ones that you twist around. He uses these thin strips of silk
ribbon that he bought in
I know I’m blushing now. I reach back and grab
the end of my braid without making it too noticeable. Sure enough, my black
rubber tie isn’t on the end, it’s a ribbon…a silk ribbon.
“Ares also likes to leave his mark. Of course
you know that already,” he says with his smile broadening as an ATB song starts
up. I nod and fiddle with the end of my braid, “I can easily see you under him
writhing in pleasure. Ares is very good at that. How long?”
“How…long?”
“Yes Sky. How long did it take Ares to get you
beneath him? You aren’t the kind of person that will lay down for just anybody,
I can tell. So how long? A month? Two?”
“Two and a half actually,” I say, “I wasn’t
sure if I even wanted a relationship with such a workaholic.”
“Yes he is that. There were times that I
didn’t see him for a week at a time, and we lived together.”
“So is that why you cheated on him? Because he
wasn’t around?”
Giovanni smirks and cocks a brow, “It was more
like I chose to get caught. I wanted
him to see that his spending so much time away from me had its consequences. He
didn’t get angry when he caught me. He just told me to leave. Maybe with you
he’ll be able to do better.”
“You didn’t try to tell him how you felt about
him not being around?”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference with him.
If you betray him in the slightest way he’ll make you regret it.”
“So you miss him?”
“Of course I do. I haven’t come across a lover
like him since then. I should have just stuck with it. The times when we were together….those were, ah, words can
not describe them. But of course you already know. The blush on your delectable
cheeks tells me.”
My face gets hotter, “Um, maybe we should head
back,” I say.
“Yes, that would be wise. I wouldn’t want Ares
thinking that I was trying to seduce you again,” Giovanni says and he leads me
back upstairs.
Once on the main floor we spot Ares talking to
a bouncer near the front door. We walk over and as soon as I’m in reaching
distance Ares reaches out his hand and takes mine, “Did Giovanni behave
himself?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good.”
“You have a wonderful assistant Ares. Please
feel free to stop by when we’re open you two.”
I nod. Ares squeezes my hand gently then
releases it and heads for the door. Giovanni sees us out and stands at the door
watching us as we walk to Ares’s car. The passenger side is facing the club and
as I’m about to open the door Ares puts his hand on the door and turns me to
face him. His left hand comes to my cheek and then the unbelievable happens…
He kisses me.