Chapter 28 – “Superposition” - Young the Giant #2
“How’s that going?”
“Good, actually.” She bites her lip. “I’ve been…stuck on a few things, but otherwise, I’m really enjoying it.”
“Stuck on what?” I push open the door and nod my head toward the shop, motioning for her to follow me inside. I still have a while before my first appointment of the day arrives, and I’m happy that she’s offering to talk about her writing with me. I don’t want to cut the conversation short.
Elena doesn’t discuss her story much when she’s in the midst of it.
When she’s brainstorming, or stuck, she opens up more.
Talking it out seems to help her wade through the blocks she’s facing.
Over the last month or so, she’s hardly mentioned it, but I’ve seen how much time she spends on her laptop, especially when she stays up late in bed beside me on nights she doesn’t have to work the next day.
It’s given me a lot of hope, that after so many years, she’s finally finding herself through words again. I didn’t want to ask her about it and risk ruining her groove.
As we enter my office, I shut the door behind us, and she props herself up on the edge of my desk.
“I’m writing a romantic comedy.” She snorts at the way my brows rise at the information.
It’s the last thing I would’ve expected from her.
“The gist of it is that my main character accidentally matches with a serial killer on a dating app, and during their first date she begins to realize she’s his next victim, because she’s a total true crime junkie. ”
I nod. “Of course, she is. So, she saw all the signs.”
“Right.” Elena swings her feet back and forth, biting down a laugh. “So, in self-defense, she ends up actually killing the guy. Right in her own kitchen. And who’s to walk in on her in the act?”
“I don’t know…the town detective?”
“No! Her brother’s best friend—who happens to be an investigative journalist, and the host of her favorite podcast,” she yelps with excitement. “So, anyway…he has to help her cover up the murder because he’s always been secretly obsessed with her, as is a requirement of romance novels.”
“Of course. Yes.” I smile with amusement.
“After they seemingly get away with murder, they realize that someone out there knows it was them, and is now blackmailing them for it. They have to try and figure out who, while keeping this huge secret, and of course…that’s going to make them fall in love.”
“I don’t know how you couldn’t fall in love with the person you bury bodies with, honestly.”
“They burn the body,” she adds matter-of-factly. “But, yeah, see? You get me.”
“I always get you, Little Vice,” I rasp, moving to stand between her legs. “This all sounds great, so what are you struggling with?”
“Well…it’s not really the plot I’m struggling with. It’s more…something new I’d like to try, something that I’ve never written before, but I think these characters would be into…”
“Is that so?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
She shivers at the contact. “Yes,” Elena hisses. “And I just think I’d have a much easier time writing this one chapter if I…” She bites her lip, lashes fluttering as she places a hand against my chest, nudging me back a step.
Elena slides off my desk, turning her back to me. Her legs seem a mile long beneath her short, black denim skirt, the hem riding high on her thighs as she bends over.
“Lift my skirt, Augustus,” she whispers.
I immediately comply, uncaring that we’re in the office of my business. She’s bent over my desk like a wet dream come true, and if she asks me to fuck her right now, I’ll do that too.
I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs, gripping the denim and shoving it over her tight, perky ass.
She’s wearing a good-for-nothing black G-string, the thin strap banding around her hips, but what steals my fucking breath from my lungs and causes me to sputter is the bright purple jewel twinkling back at me from between her ass.
“God-fucking-damn.” I bite out the word with a guttural groan.
“I’ve been getting myself ready for you,” she rasps on a shallow breath. “I want you to take it tonight. Show me what it’s like.”
My cock springs to instant life at the vision below me, and I can’t stop myself from taking her flesh in each of my hands and spreading her wide.
“I’m fucking throbbing, Elena,” I grit through clenched teeth. “How can you possibly expect me to go through the rest of my day, knowing this pretty little ass is going to take my cock later?”
She looks over her shoulder, dropping her chin as she smirks at me, fluttering her sultry eyes. “I suppose you’re not the only one who knows how to tease.”
I smack her ass, causing her body to fly forward on the desk before I tug her back against me, pressing my hard length against the crease of her cheeks.
“You’ve been teasing me for years, Little Vice.
Don’t get things confused.” I can’t stop myself from squatting, running my lips over the curve of her luscious ass before sinking my teeth into her skin.
“When I get home this evening, I want you in my bed with nothing but this plug. Bring your other toys, too, and don’t forget the lube. ”
Her breath hitches before she moans, “Yes, sir,” on an exhale.
I nip at her again before standing and lowering her skirt back over her hips. I run a hand up her spine, bringing it around her neck before I grasp her throat like a collar and pull her body into mine so she’s flushed against my chest. “Is that the only plug you have?”
She shakes her head, gasping as my teeth nick her ear. “It came in a pack,” she says shakily. “Three different sizes. This is the largest one.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you? You’ve been stretching yourself for me?”
She nods, pulse wild against the palm of my hand. “They vibrate too. Remote controlled.”
“Did you bring the remote with you today? Was this all planned?”
She nods, and my cock pulses.
“You are my perfect little whore, aren’t you?” I kiss her jaw. “So clever. So needy.” I lower my hand from her neck, holding it out in front of her with my palm up. “Give me the remote, Little Vice.”
Her body trembles as she reaches into the front pocket of her skirt and pulls out a small black rectangle with three buttons. On/Off, an up arrow, and a down arrow.
I press the power button, and though I don’t hear the buzz, the way Elena gasps and her entire body goes rigid tells me it’s working.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
“Oh… Ohmygod,” she breathes. “I’ve never tried the vibration before and it’s…” Her head falls back, eyes clenching shut. “Wow.”
I click the up arrow twice and she folds over, slamming her fist against my desk. “Augustus,” she cries. “Oh, my God, that’s…”
I immediately turn it off. “Too much?”
She catches her breath before lifting her head and looking at me with espresso-colored eyes.
“No, but if you keep that up, your little worker out there is going to know exactly what’s going on in here.
” Tongue in cheek, she adds, “You well know how loud I can be, and I don’t feel a particular need to be quiet when it’s her who’s listening. ”
“So jealous,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers. “Go home and get ready for me.” She nods, moving to take the remote from my hand. I tsk, snatching it back. “No play time without Daddy, baby girl.”
Her jaw drops, blinking rapidly. I offer her a smile, throwing open my office door and beckoning her to follow me out.
While she’s behind me, I pull out my phone and quickly type out a text message to her—a request for later.
As I round the corner that leads from the back hallway to the main floor, I catch Maggie sitting at the front desk.
Her bright red lips pout, and short black curls bounce as she flies out of the stool behind the counter. “I didn’t know you were here alread—” She stops abruptly when Elena appears behind me. “Oh. H… Hi.”
“Hi.” Elena tosses her a saccharine smile. “I’m Elena, by the way.”
“Maggie,” she murmurs, slumping back into the stool. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I know.” Elena walks toward the door, crooking her finger at me to follow.
I know it’s a display of possession over me, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.
I step right into her, and her eyes simmer as she runs a hand up my chest before gripping the collar of my flannel, hauling her mouth to mine.
The kiss is brazen and wanton, making a loud display of her ownership of me.
Running her tongue over the seam of my lips, she pulls back, but doesn’t drop her hold.
“I’ll see you at home tonight, okay, baby? ”
That’s it, Little Vice. Lay your claim on me.
“I’ll be there as quickly as I can,” I whisper against her lips, kissing her again before pulling back and heading to the cabinet behind the desk to grab supplies and begin preparing for my appointment.
“Could’ve done so much better than her,” Maggie mutters as I reach the desk and Elena opens the front door. The words were quiet, but not enough, pure envy and disappointment dripping from her voice.
I pause, spinning to see if Elena heard, too, and by the expression on her face, she absolutely did. If she were an animated character, steam would be funneling out her ears as all her skin turned crimson. Instead, I find narrowed eyes and a set jaw, but the look says everything it needs to.
She’s a vicious little thing. Fuck. I’m hard again.
Taking a step back inside the building, Elena seethes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear you. Do you want to speak a little fucking loud—” She gasps, stumbling against the door as I flick the vibrator in her ass to the lowest setting. She looks to me, eyes bulging as her mouth snaps shut.
Good girl, I mouth to Elena before I turn toward Maggie, leaning into the edge of the front counter.
“You’re a great worker, Maggie. I appreciate what you do, and I like having you as a staff member,” I say softly.
“But if I ever hear you speak about Elena again, you’ll be out of a job before you can finish the fucking sentence. Are we in agreement on that?”
She swallows before offering a shallow nod, eyes fluttering to the floor.
I look to Elena, who still stands at the entrance, watching on in shock.
“Later, baby!” I call, flicking off the vibrator and tossing her a wink.
She sighs, hiding her smirk behind pursed lips before skipping out of the building and down the boardwalk. I go about preparing for my appointment, turning on the built-in stereos to avoid awkward silence between Maggie and me.
Truthfully, I should’ve addressed Maggie’s advances years ago when she began working here.
They were unprofessional on the best of days, and uncomfortable on the worst. I may have snapped at her in a way that’s not entirely appropriate for an employee/employer relationship, but the time she blatantly told me she wasn’t wearing panties while bending over a table to wipe it down, in hopes I’d watch, was much worse.
Either it’ll be awkward for a while and she’ll get over it, or she’ll quit, and I’ll replace her.
Honestly, I don’t care much about either outcome after the display Elena just put on.
It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be counting the seconds with bated breath and a raging cock until I can get home to her tonight.
I’m smiling as I begin setting up my work station, and my phone vibrates with a text message.
My smile drops, along with my stomach. Fuck.
I sent that text to Elena so quickly I didn’t think to double check when I clicked on Everett’s name instead of hers, and he just responded.
Me
Make sure you send some pictures of that pretty little ass spread for me, baby.
Everett
Lol. Dude, that’s insane. Good for you, tho.
And I would, but Dal’s pretty possessive. Sorry.
Jesus. If I was in a hurry before to tell Everett I’m fucking his sister,I’ve definitely changed my mind now.