Chapter Nine
Estella
R ennik has me so messed up I can’t even think. Not to mention exhaustion is dragging at me as well. All I do during the car ride to his place is sit and stare off into space. We took Mom to the airport and saw her off before Ren bundled me into the front of the car and buckled me in.
He has his own penthouse suite in the building his father owns, not that he has to rely on his dad since he is making big money himself, but he liked the location and didn’t want to waste time looking for another place when he moved out.
Walking into his home I understand why he would be reluctant to leave it.
It’s beautiful. Windows span most of the room with floor-to-ceiling panes of glass.
Couches are everywhere and lead into a kitchen that has running lights under each cabinet giving it a feeling of warmth and home.
Having never been here before it is definitely not what I was expecting. Maybe…staying here won’t be so bad.
“So…where do you want me?”
I fight against saying something about the smile that stretches across his lips -lips I’ve felt against my own- and just focus on all the new stuff surrounding me.
“This way, princess.”
I follow him to a second living room, this one smaller and more intimate with a staircase in the back of it that curls up the entire wall. He goes up the first flight of stairs and down a hallway.
“There’s three stories. The third floor is a lounge area. The windows open and recess back so it becomes an outside area with a pool and dining area. Most of the bedrooms are on the second floor.”
He stands by a large set of double doors before pushing them open and stepping back so I can enter ahead of him.
Once inside all I can do is look around.
The room has a huge bed in the middle up against the farthest wall done in all black.
The frame is low to the ground and done in a platform style that understates the enormity of it.
On one side is a complete wall of windows that look out over the city lights. It’s stunning really.
“This is it?”
He goes to a door hidden in the wall that I didn’t notice before and opens it. Inside hangs suit jackets and shirts neatly pressed on one side and empty space on the other.
“I made space in the closet.”
“Made space?”
He nods and that wicked smile is in full force. A sinking sensation hits my tummy hard.
“Am I going to…share the room with someone?”
Does he keep girls here all the time? Is he planning to make me…one of his harem?
“Yes.” Oh, no! No, no, no! “Me!”
“What?” The fear I had formed in my head -my worst-case scenario- is no more. It’s completely gone only to be replaced by something new entirely.
“This is my room, Estella.”
“Your room?”
He nods. “You will be sleeping in my room, in my bed, next to me. Every night!”
“No! What?! No, you can’t! Mom would never be alright with this. This is wrong!”
What the fuck is he even thinking? My mom will kill him if she finds out. Ben might kill him. Why would he want this? He doesn’t even like me! This is bullshit! And another one of his stupid scare tactics. Done just to see me panic, but this time I’m not falling for it.
“Where do you really want me to stay, Ren? The couch? Outside on the patio thing you were talking about?”
He points to the bed, and we have a stare-off before the worry and certainty that he isn’t kidding starts to sink in. Instincts kick in and I drop my bag and take off running with one goal in mind…GET OUT!
I’m halfway down the hallway before I’m lifted off my feet and brought back to a hard body behind me.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice comes right at my ear stirring the tiny hairs around my temple, “I told you not to run.”
His voice comes out as hardly more than a purr as he turns us and carries me back to the open double doors.
I kick out and try to grab the door handle of one of the closed doors along the hall, but Ren is quick, and I can’t seem to stop our momentum no matter what I try.
It’s easy to forget how big he really is and how much taller he is to me when he is usually in a suit.
He’s sneaky fit keeping it all under his button-up shirt and tie.
It's also probably easy to forget because he never really got close enough to me for it to matter. He never picked me up, never put his hands on me. Now, it’s like he can’t seem to keep his hands off me.
I’m tossed on the bed before I can think of what to say to stop whatever he thinks is going to happen. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back. I try to wiggle away from him but he straddles my legs and puts his hand in the middle of my back and I am good and truly stuck.
“Damn it, Ren! Let me go! You know this is craziness. Mom and Ben…”
“Aren’t here, sweetheart! And I told you exactly what would happen if you ever tried to run from me again.”
His hands come around my waist and he has my shorts unbuttoned and unzipped faster than I can reply to his stupid comment about Mom and Ben not being here.
“No! Ren, do not…!”
My words are cut off by a squeak when his hand comes down on my jean clad ass before he yanks my jeans and panties off me and pulls my legs over his lap.
Oh, dear God! He…can see everything! I know he had me just as bare in the club but I was standing up and it was dark in the supply closet. How much could he see? Now, the room is lit, and he has me spread over his legs. If he wanted to look all he would have to do is turn his head and look down!
“No, Ren! Please!”
He traps my legs with his and continues to hold me down so I can’t squirm away.
“Oh, sweet girl, you need to understand…you never run away from me. Running to me is good, wonderful even, but never away from me.”
His hand lands when his words stop and the force shakes me scooting my breasts across the bed and causing an immediate throb to burst inside of me.
“Stop, Ren!” This time when I plead with him there’s an edge of urgency to it. “Stop!”
He gives my bare ass another pop before he starts rubbing the abused flesh. I focus my energy so I can fight against his hold and try to rear up but it does me no good.
“You keep trying to get away from me and I will strip you completely naked, Stella!”
Oh my God!
His hand lands again and again as he lets loose a volley of smacks, each vibrating through me and causing my clit to throb painfully. One cheek and then the other. Even worse than the smacks are the rubs he gives me in between. Those have me tensing up and begging harder.
“Please, please. You don’t understand.”
One swat. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit.
Two swats. Even my lips down there are swollen and achy as they open in an invitation.
Three swats. My body becomes brittle, and I can’t take in enough air.
The fourth time he swats my ass my body breaks and all I can do is bury my face in the covers and scream.
Muscles start quaking and pulsing as liquid heat rushes from me in an embarrassing amount.
“Oh, princess.” I squeeze my eyes together and try to close my ears too. I don’t want to hear to what he is going to say. Then I tense as a rough finger sinks between my swollen, wet lips which has me gasping out loud and trying to pull away from him.
“Shit! Look how pretty you are with your cherry red ass and that dripping wet cunt!”
His finger makes the same journey through my aching flesh again and all I can do is whine out. “No!”
“Yes!” He smacks my ass cheek again. “This is fucking everything!”
I whimper and try to drag myself away. He squeezes my warmed flesh and growls before adding a finger to swipe through the mess I’ve made.
His touch leaves me, and I start to relax. “Estella. Look at me.”
I think about not doing what he says but that didn’t really work out for me great last time. I turn my head and our eyes meet. He holds up his fingers and spreads them apart to show me the sticky release that clings to them. I gasp again when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
Oh my God! Why does seeing him do that turn me on so badly? Why is he doing this? How am I going to make it through the next two months?