Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
Theo
I lean against the doorway, watching Aria type on her computer.
Even though she is working from home, she was still up at eight a.m., starting on this project.
I'd like to say that if I had known she wasn't going to sleep in today, I wouldn't have kept her so late last night.
But that is not true. I didn't watch the clock at all last night, and don't plan on watching it anytime we are together in the future.
Last night was as perfect as I could have ever hoped. Watching her body react to everything I was doing, feeling her pussy clench around my cock as she came harder than I have ever seen from her. I asked a lot of her last night, and she gave it all without hesitation.
She looks up from her computer screen and sees me. Her face melts into a soft smile. I walk closer as she slides the laptop onto the table and gets to her knees to lean against the back of the couch.
Brushing a piece of hair out of her face, I cup her chin and lift it, bringing my lips down to her forehead.
“Hey, baby, sleep well?” I ask. Her eyes closed gently as I kneel down to be on her level. Her head nods gently against my hand.
“Are you doing ok today?” I fucked up yesterday and got ahead of myself.
While we did talk about hard limits and safe words, we never discussed aftercare.
This wasn’t the first time we fucked, and I had an idea of what she likes after sex, but last night was intense, and while she didn’t complain, I need to do better.
“Mhmm.” She is still quiet.
I walk around and sit down on the couch, pulling Aria into my body.
She snuggles in under my arm and pulls the laptop back into her lap, and opens her emails.
I watch as she responds to a few from what I assume are other interns.
But then a new email pops up as a notification at the top of her screen.
Luxury living in the city: Thank you for your application
She applied for an apartment? When? This morning? Did I push her too far? We discussed hard limits. I checked in, and she never pulled the safe word.
Did I ask too much?
Did I miss a sign?
Why wouldn't she have told me?
My body tenses as the rush of questions float through my head. She must notice, she looks over her shoulder at me.
Her confusion evident. I pull my arm away and stand up. My fingers run through my hair as I try to replay every check-in. Did I not hear her correctly? Did she say something I missed? She didn't pull away during after care.
I start pacing behind the couch. My body needs to find a release from all the anger now flooding my veins. How could I be so reckless? How could I hurt her on the first night I really had her?
Did she think it was aftercare for her, or was she giving me more of what she thought I wanted?
I have tried to make her feel so safe, but why did she not feel safe enough to tell me to stop?
I plant my hands on the kitchen counter and drop my head before picking up and throwing a glass at the marble backsplash.
Aria is intently watching my every move.
She’s folding in on herself. I saw this happen the other night.
When she realized she had been roofied and didn't know what had happened.
She was scared and started to shut down, and now she is doing the same exact thing.
Except this time, it's my fault. I pushed her too far last night, and now I'm scaring her. Bile rises in my throat. I did this.
“I’m sorry.” I'm not trying to scare her. I want to protect her, but I didn't protect her from myself.
“Daddy?” Her voice trembles the slightest bit.
“I’m sorry. I am not angry with you, baby. I am so sorry,” I plead.
“What happened?”
“When are you moving?” I ask, defeated. I don't want to lose her, but I'm not going to force her to stay somewhere she doesn't feel comfortable.
“Moving? Do you want me to?” Her shoulders drop, her tone heartbroken. She pulls my full attention.
“No.” I shake my head. “Never.” I walk over to her and kneel down, putting my face below hers. She doesn't want to move?
“Why did you apply for an apartment if you weren't planning on moving?” My gaze flicks back and forth between both her eyes.
“While you were gone, I was scared that when you came back, you would have changed your mind. Or that you will in a few weeks or months. I wanted to see what I could qualify for on my own so that when you do want me to leave, I'm not starting from nothing.” She hides her face behind her hands.
“Baby…” I coax gently to get her to look at me.
I place my hands on her legs, grateful for any contact.
“I will not change my mind. If you ever want to leave, I will do everything in my power to set you up so you won't have to worry. But I will never ask you to leave.” She lets a single tear fall.
I slide my thumb across her cheek, wiping it away.
“I am sorry if I have not made that clear.” She nods. “Next time you have any type of concern about us, come to me. Talk to me.” She nods again.
I walk back and sit down on the couch, pulling her against me.
“Was the thought of me moving what made you so angry? I didn't mean to, I’m sorry.” Aria begins to curl in on herself again.
She is so scared of doing something wrong.
She doesn’t want to give me any excuse to push her away.
I need to be careful with her right now.
While she may say green , I need to be the one to make sure I'm not pushing too far. It’s not consent if she is only doing it because she is scared of what would happen if she says no.
“Yes, but it's not your fault. I got so angry for letting myself push you too far, or missed signs that you needed something from me that you didn't get.” Taking a deep breath, I continue.
“I thought I hurt you, and that was why you were pulling away and leaving. I was mad at myself for not protecting you.”
“You didn't do anything I didn't consent to. I never pulled red.”
“Did you want to?” Bracing myself for the answer, my hands tense, gripping the loose fabric at her waist.
“No.” Her voice is full of conviction. She is now consoling me.
I pull her onto my lap so she is straddling me.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and nuzzles her face into my shoulder.
We stay like this for a few minutes, just holding each other.
She sits up and looks at me before apologizing again.
“Baby, there is no need to apologize. Just don't do that again, or you will need to earn my forgiveness.” She smiles as I taunt her.
I didn't hurt her. I didn't push too far. She still wants to be here. She still wants me.
My phone buzzes, and I look down to see Enzo's desk number.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Reeves, there is a furniture delivery here for Ms. Mason. Can I send them up?”
“Yes. Thank you.” I hang up the phone and look at Aria. “You have a delivery.” She smiles and tries to get up. I pull her hips back down hard onto my lap. Her eyes widen as she realizes she is pressing herself against my very erect cock. Her gaze shoots down, then back to me.
“We don't have time to handle this right now, but we will as soon as these delivery people are gone.” She bites her lip as she lets herself sink down a little further onto my body. I let out a soft groan as she starts rocking her hips against me.
“Aria,” I warn.
“Daddy,” she says sweetly as she does it again.
“Aria, that's two.”
“And that's three,” she whispers as her hips press against my cock and her lips press a kiss just behind my ear.
A loud knock at the door startles her. I pull her body against mine and stand up. She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders. I walk to the door and open it with one hand.
“Hi, make this quick.”
“Where would you like this?” one of the men asks as they bring the box inside. Aria is giggling against my neck as I tell them to take it to the loft.
I place her down on the kitchen counter, but she doesn't loosen her grip on me.
“You are in so much trouble,” I whisper into her hair.
“Good.” She laughs.
“You don't need to put it together. Just put it upstairs and I'll handle the rest,” I shout up the stairs.
As the men walk down the stairs, I unhook Aria from my body and leave her sitting on the counter.
I grab my wallet and pull out a few $100 bills.
As the delivery men walk by, I hand them the bills and lead them to the door.
The second they are gone and the door is locked, I turn to Aria, who is sitting on the counter, so pleased with herself.
“How many was it?”
“Three.”
“Three it is.”