CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AURORA
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L ife is different now that I live in my mother's house. After Parker showed up and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, then had his group of guys deliver my paintings, he turned into the man I thought he was when we met.
“You didn’t need to have them brought here. They’re not worth anything.”
“They might be.” Parker pulled my hips so that I was flush against his hard cock as we stood in the kitchen the next morning.
I gave him a look to say stop messing with me.
No one was going to buy my messy art, but I was fine with that.
Now, I could only hope someone would give me a few hundred dollars for one, as I stare at the utility bills and gulp.
I fire off another message to Mr. Lynch. Surely I can get access to some of the two million cash to help run the house before probate can be completed.
It’s a growing problem. I can’t sell the penthouse until Mom’s estate is settled, and I may not have the funds to live here.
Or do I get roommates? There are six bedrooms, so I have space. I’d rather not. The last thing I want is other people living here. Parker has been over every night for the past four nights and we’ve fucked in almost every room.
Each time, I don’t think he’s going to return.
But he does.
The buzzer sounds just after dinner each night. I press it. He walks in, strips me, and fucks me.
We don’t talk. Just fuck.
Sometimes he leaves soon after, pulling up his pants, tucking in his cock, and then kissing me on the lips harshly, and leaves.
I should stop it.
I don’t want to.
I’ve never had such incredible sex in my life.
A man like Parker won’t stick around, so I’m not concerned. I’m on birth control, but we haven’t used condoms, and that is very irresponsible of me.
Tonight, I’m going to mention it. There will be the opportunity to, because last night, as he kissed me goodbye, he leaned into my ear, making me shiver, and said, “I’m taking you out tomorrow night. Wear something elegant and pretty. And no panties.”
My tummy has been full of butterflies all damn day.
I don’t care where we are going, but I know naughty things are going to happen. I’m permanently wet at the moment, compliments of Mr. Parker Stone.
I toss the bills back on the kitchen counter and glance at the clock.
Seven-thirty.
I don’t know what time he’s arriving, but all this hanging around in my little black dress with no underwear is not helping my patience.
I did have a bath earlier, as all the angry sex is having an effect on my body. Still, despite calling me his dirty slut, I’m not feeling like it. Not completely anyway.
I walk over to the bunch of two dozen red roses I received yesterday—long stem roses—and draw in a breath.
Sure, in between the fucking and not talking, he’s being romantic, but there’s no real connection. I’m confused but not unhappy, so I don’t say anything.
The only weird thing is living in this house. My mom’s house. It’s like I can feel her eyes on me constantly.
“You like fucking in her bedroom,” Parker said as his finger circled my clit last night. “It turns you on.”
I didn’t answer, but I think he’s right. It feels naughty and rebellious, two things I’ve never been.
The buzzer sounds and I jump.
My nerves go into overdrive as I walk over and press the button. Quickly I check my lipstick and hair, then try to act cool the moment he sees me.
I walk into the kitchen. My heel catches on the mat, and I grab the counter.
Shit.
Why do I have to be such a nervous wreck around him?
“Careful.” Parker’s arm loops around me and spins me. Then he presses me into the kitchen counter and his mouth slams down on mine.
His kisses are like fire.
Every time he takes complete possession. If he could take away my ability to breathe, so I was under his full control, I know he would.
When he releases me, I keep my arms looped around his neck.
“Hello gorgeous.” Parker grins, making my legs almost crumble under me.
“Hello handsome.”
“Ready to go?”
I nod, glancing around for my bag.
“Any hints as to where we’re going?” I ask as we step into the elevator. Last time he took me to Kai, and that was a lot fancier than I was prepared for.
He takes my hand and presses the button, looking every inch the powerful billionaire in his dark gray suit and black shirt. “No.”
I smile and glance down at the floor.
Do not fall for him.
He leads me out of the building and straight into his waiting car. Instead of the usual town car, it’s a limousine. I dart my questioning eyes to him.
“Get inside, Aurora.” Parker orders me.
A shiver runs through me at his tone. It’s the one he uses when we are intimate. When fucking. Don’t make this out to be anything more than it is or he will hurt you.
“Evening, Ms. Whitlock,” his bodyguard says.
“Hello Eric,” I say as he closes the door and climbs up front.
Then it’s just Parker and me, and the limo is moving away from the curb. A mix of nerves and excitement fills me as Parker’s thigh presses up against mine.
I’ve been in a limousine a total of zero times. It’s spacious and dark, the only light coming from tiny bulbs on the floor. Soft music plays, but it’s barely noticeable. Especially when Parker places his hand on my knee, grabbing my attention.
“I left my panties behind,” I say, to reassure him.
“Good.” Parker slides his hand farther up and my legs fall apart. His lips stretch the tiniest bit into a faint, almost evil smile.
My breath hitches as the cool air hits my vulnerable flesh. There’s no way he is going to touch me in here while we’re driving...is he? The limo has privacy, but surely—
Parker tugs my dress up around my waist, and I gasp.
“Hold this,” he demands.
“What are you doing?” I grab the fabric, my voice full of alarm. Then I notice something in his hands and my eyes flare wider. “Parker!”
He shifts on the seat and rubs my clit in circles while I try to retain focus. My brain is saying what the hell while my body is screaming yes!
Parker lifts his eyes to mine and my stomach fills with a million nerves as I take in the small pink device sitting in his palm. It’s plastic and has a curved end. I know what it is, perhaps instinctually. I have a dildo, but that’s as far as I’ve gone with my self-play.
“Tonight, you’ll wear this.” Parker runs it through my juices, focusing on my pussy as he speaks. “I have the control and while it is snug inside your cunt, I’ll decide when you deserve to be stimulated and pleasured.”
There’s no way I can sit through dinner in public with a sex toy inside me. He’s teasing me.
“No, I—”
“Relax Aurora, good girl. That’s it. Look at my toy slipping right into your wet cunt.” Parker presses it at my entrance and because I’m so wet, it slides right inside.
Oh fuck.
My nipples turn to granite and entire body flushes with arousal. “I can’t—”
His eyes lift to mine, halting my words, because the truth is, I don’t want him to stop. It feels good. So good. Especially when the curved part rests on my clit.
Jesus, I might come before we get there.
“Yes. You will.” Parker rasps. “Tonight, you will be meeting some important people in my life.”
I am?
I thought we were going to dinner.
“Who?”
“Friends. Others,” he replies. “Men who will want to fuck you. But you won’t show any desire for them. You won’t forget who you belong to, will you, Aurora?”
I blink.
“This device will remind you with every step you take, and with each movement you make, who owns this pussy,” Parker grunts, leaning to lick my flesh.
My brows lift in surprise at his possession.
I know he’s been over every night, but I thought this was just a sexual relationship. He never mentioned there would be other people joining us on our date.
I can’t think straight with this thing inside me. I’m on the edge of an orgasm, but as I’m unable to stimulate myself further, it’s holding me on the edge.
Oh god, this is going to be torture.
“Please.” I hear myself beg, and his lips twitch.
“That’s my girl.”
He pulls out a small black device and presses a button.
My body arches. “Oh shit.”
Pleasure shoots through my core as the vibration starts to stimulate the walls of my sex. I need more. I writhe against nothing and feel my eyes fill the more aroused I get. Even the arm on my clit is only vibrating enough to drive me more insane.
“God, you look sexy as hell,” Parker says roughly and rubs a hand over his smooth jaw.
Then he turns it off and I’m left panting.
“You can’t leave it in there.” I gasp as he pulls down my skirt.
Ignoring me, he sits back on the seat and tucks the remote device into his pants pocket. Then takes my hand.
“Parker!” I say more loudly. He keeps ignoring me until I grab his arm with my hand, my pussy pulsing with the need for release.
Finally, he glances down.
“I...what if someone hears it?” I ask and almost melt at the raw desire in his eyes. “What if...”
“You come?”
God, he looks way too happy about that idea.
Would I? Is it possible I could have an orgasm in a public place in front of other people with this thing inside me?
“Yes,” I admit.
“Then I’ll enjoy watching you. But remember, I’ll be the one controlling that decision.”
I pout, angry that he’d even put me in this position. Meeting his friends is a next step in our relationship. It could be important. Having a vibrator inside my pussy is not exactly the best way for me to make a first impression.
I’ll just ignore it.
Surely, with distractions, it won’t be as stimulating.
This man can arouse me just being near him. Parker is a very handsome man. Tonight, he looks especially handsome. His huge frame seems bigger, the large silver watch that wraps around his tattooed wrist, one I’ve never seen before.
Yet giving away all control to a man like him is dangerous. I turn my face from him. “I won’t.”
I hear him chuckle. Then feel a low vibration and clutch the leather of the seat.
Goddamn it.
I clench the seat and grimace.
“When your juices are dripping down your thigh, Aurora, I will lick them off. Do not remove it or touch yourself.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” I snap, turning.
“Yes. I do. If you want to come later.”
This dominant side to him is infuriating, and yet I’m throbbing with need. Still, I know something that he has yet to work out.
Parker Stone seems as addicted to fucking me as I am.