Chapter Nine
Marin
Rosie leans into the counter, her long red curls sweeping against the smooth mahogany wood.
She’s a natural beauty. The kind of girl I’d usually be jealous of, or at least start comparing myself to, but there’s something about Rosie that’s also so very genuine that I feel immediately connected to her, even though we don’t really know each other.
“That was Archer’s daughter, Abigail.” Rosie nods toward the door as a young woman in a short denim dress and a pink bow heads out into the street. “She’s in one of my art classes. We don’t really talk, but I know of her.”
Previous to right now, Abigail was real, but not really real. Now that she’s really real, I’m not sure what to think. I mean, I can’t imagine how I’d feel if my mom had come home with a guy younger than me.
I’d be mortified, sick, disgusted.
“You okay?” Rosie takes a sip of her Coke as she glances up at me.
“You’re not still thinking about Archer, are you?
He really is bad news. Ask anyone in town.
The guy went nuts on his daughter’s boyfriend.
The guy had two black eyes and a broken rib.
He’s done it to others too. You should steer clear. ”
“Yeah, but he only does it out of protection. He’s not like this big, bad wolf or something. He’s actually really sweet.”
“Oh no!” Rosie grins wide like a Cheshire cat. “You guys hooked up.”
My face turns red, giving away my secrets. “What? No. Stop. We didn’t hook up.” I spin back toward the bar, resituating bottles as though that’s my top priority.
“Right.” She taps the bar. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you weren’t in bed with that man last night.”
How are we here? How are we having this conversation? I can’t tell anything about last night. He’s my boss. If it gets out, it could mess things up with his brothers, with everyone.
I turn back toward Rosie, composing myself as best as possible. “So… did I hear you’re in one of Walker’s philosophy classes?”
“Really?” She shakes her head playfully. “You’re diverting back to me? So, you did sleep with Archer.”
I hold still like a statue, frozen solid, as though if I stop moving, maybe she’ll forget I’m here.
“In my office,” Archer pushes through the front door, the sun filtering in behind him as he makes eyes with me, “now.”
“It’s not what you think,” I say, avoiding eye contact with Rosie as I make my way around the bar. “He probably wants to talk about the inspection.”
“I bet he’s very thorough with his inspections… isn’t he?” She laughs at her own joke, and though I don’t look back to see her judgment, I feel it drilling into the back of my skull.
Despite all that, my stomach is filled with butterflies at the sound of Archer’s command. What could he possibly want to see me so urgently about? Plus, I thought he was staying away from the distillery today, given Walker is here.
Maybe he’s really mad at me. Maybe I moved something at his house I shouldn’t have. Maybe he’s realized how stupid this whole thing is and he’s desperate to end it. That last one makes complete sense given the circumstances.
Then again, maybe he misses me and can’t wait to get his hands all over my body.
It’s hard to say, considering the grimace on his face is a normal, everyday look. I’ve watched the man blow out his birthday candles with a single agitated blow. Granted, he did tell his brothers he didn’t want a cake.
I follow him back to his office and slide down into the chair opposite his desk, my eyes on him as his inked hands rest on top of a stack of papers. He’s so big, so commanding, so powerful and in charge.
“I have to have you,” he says so matter-of-factly that I wonder if he means what I think he means.
“How?”
“I have to have all of you right this second.” He stands from his chair, tall and strong, making his way to the door to turn the lock.
“Your body, your heart, every fucking inch of you. Right now.” His words are fragmented, and his speech is rough and hungry.
“Take your clothes off. I’m done waiting. ”
Oh damn.
I swallow hard and try to stare at him, but the intensity in his gaze makes me nervous, so I look away, focusing on the smooth fabric of my skirt as I tug it to the ground.
“Good girl. Show me that ripe, little pussy.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever been in the presence of someone so assertive.
I still can’t look at him, though I keep undressing, desperate for the moment when we’re close enough and the pressure lessens, or at least, that’s my hope.
The truth is, I may always be intimidated by Archer.
Who wouldn’t be? The man is charming, confident, protective, and massively huge.
Curling my hand into my tank top, I lift it off, then unclasp my bra and let it fall slowly to the ground in the sexiest way I can muster, though I don’t have much experience with this.
The cool air from the air conditioning vents blows straight above me, stiffening my nipples as I brush my hands over my arms, half in response to the cold, half from nerves.
“Are you nervous, princess?” Archer steps toward me, his massive frame shrinking me down the closer he gets. “I don’t want you to be nervous. Why don’t you lie back on my desk and let me relax you?”
My hand in his, he guides us toward the same dark wood desk I was masturbating on last night, sweeps back a wooden calendar and a cup holder, before lifting me up onto the edge. “Now lean back and let me taste you.”
This is the part where I could most definitely say no.
Where I could listen to the advice from locals to stay away from the big, mean giant, but I don’t.
I lean back, the cold wood on my skin as he tugs me to the edge of the desk, lifts my legs up onto his shoulders, and bends in, kissing his way up my inner thigh and toward my sopping, desperate pussy.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. It’s what I need. His body on mine. His cock inside of me. His hot tongue pressing against my throbbing clit.
“Tell me you need this as badly as I do.” His voice is ragged and rough, like he’s running off pure adrenalin.
“I need you right now.” I pant and grind my pussy up into his face, desperate for the brush of his beard against my skin.
God, it feels good! He has so much control with his mouth!
I jump, whimper, and squirm as his hands knead my thighs and his tongue flicks and massages my engorged clit.
“That’s right, put your mark all over me, princess. I want your come all over my beard.” He slides his thick fingers inside of me as he talks, pumping in and out slowly. “Are you ready for my cock? Are you ready for me to mark you? Claim you? Make you mine?”
I pause as he thrusts his digits into me deeper, his fingers curling to hit a spot they hadn’t hit before.
“Yes,” I whine. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl, but first you have to tell me you didn’t talk to any other boys while I was gone. Can you tell me that, princess?”
I scan through the people I’d talked to since I got to the bar for my shift. “Just Rosie and your brother. Oh, and this guy that wanted some key lime whiskey.”
Archer shakes his head slowly, his eyes hooded and heavy. “And what did I tell you would happen if you talked to another man?”
“I had to serve him.”
“The only thing you had to do was listen to the rules. You didn’t, so what happens?”
“I don’t come.” I swallow hard as I stare up at the giant looking down at me, his eyes heavy and serious.
“That’s right, you don’t come.” He thumps into my pussy harder, his thick fingers spreading me wide as his thumb circles my clit. “I’m sorry, princess. Rules are rules.”
“It was a drink,” I press, excited to play this little game of punishments. “I only served him a drink. It’s my job.”
“Who’s your boss?”
I wet my lips and stare up at him as he thrusts into me quicker, his jaw tightening. “You.”
“And what does that mean?” He slows his touch as he watches my body intently.
“It means you’re in charge.”
“Right.” He leans between my thighs, lying his tongue flat, licking over the top of my clit before sitting up again. “And when you break a rule… what happens?”
“I get punished.” I swallow hard and watch as he opens the top left drawer of his desk and pulls out one of the bigger vibrators I saw last night. This one has a huge white knob on the end and requires a plug. I’m assuming he grabbed it after the redneck took the partygoers to his bar.
Plugged in, Archer flips on the toy, and it comes to life with a loud, heavy buzz. The thing could pass for a chainsaw if I wasn’t seeing it.
“Damn.” I swallow hard and watch as he lowers it slowly toward my clit. “That thing is huge.”
“Yup, and I reckon it’s gonna feel intense, but you can’t come,” he commands. “Tell me you understand.”
I nod slowly, but as the vibrator sputters against my sopping wet pussy, I know this is going to be difficult. The sensation is powerful, overwhelming even, and within seconds of its touch, I’m jumping all over the desk, desperate for both relief and reprieve.
“Stay still.” His rough hand lands on my tit with gentle pressure, holding me in place. “Take slow breaths and really feel what’s happening. Tell me what you like.”
My eyes flash open, but they close again quickly, as do my thighs. This is so much more intense than the little vibrating egg from last night. This thing is going to buzz a hole straight through me. Plus, not having control over where it lands is intense.
I chew on my bottom lip and dig my ass back into Archer’s desk. “Right there. I like it right there.” My eyes roll back and I reach up for my tits, pinching my nipples as though I’m alone in my room masturbating to thoughts of him. “Oh my God, yes!”
He holds the vibration in the spot above my clit and leans in, scraping his teeth across my hard nipples.
It’s euphoric. My heart beats harder, and my thighs ache as my nerves begin to fire at the back of my neck.
Oh God!
It’s then that he pulls the pressure of the vibrator away and laughs low under his breath.
“No, no, no,” I whine. “I have to come! That feels so good!”
He grins dryly. “I need you begging for it, princess. You want to come, beg me. Beg me to let you come.”
Lord, I love this game.
“Please, please, please,” I whine. “Please put your cock inside me. I want you to spread me wide. I need to feel you. Please.”
“Fuck.” He growls and tugs me to the edge of the desk, stroking his massive cock at my entrance with the eyes of a wild beast. “You smell so fuckin’ good.”
“Then fuck me. I need to come. Please!”
He growls low. “Who’s in charge, princess?”
“You. You’re in charge, sir. But please, just this once… please give me what I need. I promise I’ll follow the rules.” I’m a begging, whining, desperate, needy little mess, and whatever game this is, I want to play it over and over again for the rest of eternity.
“Jesus Christ, princess. You sure you’re ready? It’s going to hurt. I felt how tight you are.”
“Try and see if you can press inside of me.” I wiggle down closer to his cock until I feel the head, warm and hard against the lips of my pussy.
Then, it happens! His eyes flutter closed, and he shoves inside of me with one deep, satisfied grunt.
I feel a pinch and a heavy tug as the weight and width of his dick split me open.
“Ouch! Oh… God!” I pant slowly as I grip his muscled, inked forearms.
He exhales in a low, ragged huff. “Should I stop?”
“No.” I swallow hard as I take him in deeper. “Keep going. Harder!”
He thrusts again.
“Harder!”
“Fuck, I love hearing you beg for me.” He leans down, biting my shoulder as he thrusts over and over, harder and faster, slower and longer, his eyes glazing over in a wild, feral state I’ve never seen on him before. Hell, it’s a look that I’ve never seen on anyone before.
I love it!
I love it and I want more of it!
It’s then that he hits a spot I didn’t know was there. It’s deep and spongy, causing a slight pinch of pain before the full head of his cock pushes into it.
“Right there!” I pant. “Oh God, right there! I’m going to come!”
“Should I let you come?” he growls, his gaze locked on me. “Will you promise to be good?”
“I promise!” I grip his inked forearm tightly as I beg. “I swear I’ll be so good for you.”
He draws in a slow, steadying breath. “Do it, princess. Be a good girl and come on my fucking cock.” He thrusts in harder as he speaks, sweat dripping off his forehead, the hum of the air conditioner lost to the rough grunts made with each thrust.
I’ve done it. I’m no longer a virgin, and in this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt where I belong.
Here, in Archer’s arms. Here, with his cock buried deep inside of me and his arm slung around me at night.
Despite the consequences, I belong right here.
He thrusts into me one last time and, like a dam breaking loose, I let go.
My nails dig into his shoulders, my neck bends back, and my entire body tightens and convulses around his dick as I moan out loud and free, like I’m not in his office surrounded by a bar full of people.
That was a mistake.
Ten seconds later, there’s a knock at the door, followed by the muffled voice of Walker, who sounds rather pissed.
I glance up at Archer, my lips parted, my heart still hammering. “Ignore it. I need you to claim me.”
He looks away, buying himself a second as though he wants to be the kind of man that doesn’t come inside a virgin at a busy bar, but the wild wins. “Fuck.” He growls once, loud and steady, thrusting into me one last time before he empties himself inside of me.
His orgasm is fast but steady, as I watch the wave roll over him. His shoulders curl down, his head rolls forward, and he continues to thrust in tiny microbursts of movement as Walker pounds on the office door.
It’s not ideal, but he’s easy to tune out given the massive cock currently sliding in and out of my pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” Archer pushes my thighs apart as though I’m strangling his length, “you’re so tight.”
I stare up at him, my mouth dry, my heart slamming. “I’m yours.”
Leaning in, he pulls me up from the table, lifts me off the desk, and I stay wrapped around his solid frame as he lowers down into his chair, kissing the top of my head. “That’s right, princess. You’re mine.”