Chapter 20 - Henry Jr.
Chapter twenty
This meeting is important. Don’t do anything stupid. Walk in there and act like the goddamn heir to the throne that you are.
Giving my neck one last twist in an attempt to resolve the tension building throughout my body, I steel myself.
With my carefully crafted mask of power firmly in place, I push open the door to the conference room where the entire board is waiting.
The entire board and my whore of a secretary.
No, not a whore. Blanche Bedford certainly doesn't need to be paid for her proclivities. Not after a quick investigation into the Bedfords confirmed they’re quite a well-endowed family, indeed.
Not to mention, my little succubus has a trust that could finance a small country.
Why the fuck she needs to work for me is still baffling.
Maybe she really is a sex demon and came to suck out my soul.
Oh well. It’s not like there’s anything much left for her to take, and with a cunt that amazing… there are worse ways to go out.
Fuck! Stop thinking about that bitch. Just keep your attention glued to the wrinkly dinosaurs that work for you.
“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I appreciate you taking the time to join me today for this discussion about expanding into Russi—”
“Oh, I have an extra pen! Here you go!”
As my attention instinctively snaps to the goddess at the far end of the table, I realize that I never stood a chance. The pull between us is too strong. She draws me to her with abandon, not once fearing the consequence of what her life might look like should she succeed in my ensnarement.
My blood boils as I watch her charm the men to her right, but even in my anger, I can’t help but admire her beauty.
Her dress is perfectly modest and professional, the vision of a perfect young lady.
Not the she-devil who tied me up, almost suffocated me getting herself off, and left me bound in my office, hard as a rock.
The silence in the room must finally grab her attention as she turns her focus to me.
With her bewitching gaze locked on mine, I fall under her spell once more.
All of the information for this expansion that I could’ve recited without error ten minutes ago is lost to me.
Time stands still as every head turns my way, waiting for me to continue.
Even though there will be consequences from Father for not coming prepared enough to recount the information by memory, I open my folder, hoping a glance will get my head back in the right place. Except, fuck, I can’t even read.
Lifting my eyes briefly, I’m met with Blanche’s smug expression, as if she was waiting for this the whole time. Anger, like nothing I’ve felt, radiates through me, somehow opening a well of other emotions I’ve never allowed myself to explore.
“Clear the room.”
The room empties without further explanation.
Or at least, I think it does. The faint sound of chairs rolling backward and footsteps scurrying out fills the room, but my gaze is fixed on the woman haunting my every thought.
Every man in here left without question at my command, yet she remains.
I round the table, making my way toward her in a slow stride.
She finally stands as I bridge the gap between us, waiting until I can see the fire raging in her eyes before opening her mouth. “I guess I’ll be at my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.” But before she can leave, my hand darts out, wrapping around her delicate neck.
I’m crowding over her with one more step, and for the first time since I walked in this room, I finally feel like the one in control. Our gaze remains locked as I walk her back, only stopping when she’s firmly pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city below.
The image of holding her over the ledge of the building and letting her fall to her death briefly crosses my mind, and I tighten my grip.
Her absence from this world might be the only way I ever feel a moment’s reprieve again.
I could easily end her life like this, take the air right from her lungs.
I could take her breath away. Like she does to me every time I catch a glance of her beauty.
Her face reddens as my hold on her continues constricting her airflow, and I feel her heart rate spike, but the fire in her eyes remains.
She knows as well as I do that I could kill her right now, but she shows no fear, even after what she pulled yesterday.
If anything, it almost seems like she’s daring me to do it, which bewilders me even more, because I know Blanche loves life.
At last, it hits me what’s so special about this woman.
She lives. More than anyone I’ve ever encountered in my three and a half decades exploring the world, Blanche Bedford lives.
To be in her presence is to know life, and regardless of the gilded world I was born into, it’s something I’ve never truly experienced.
The drugs, the sex, the games…they were all a means to escape for me, and while she may be just as debauched as I am, it’s an adventure to her.
Now it’s obvious why I can’t seem to let her go.
Now that I know what it feels like to truly be alive, an existence without her is a fate worse than death.
With my hand still wrapped around her neck, I stop holding back, claiming her mouth as my own.
Any anger I felt is gone as our kiss deepens, but when I finally pull back, hers has only grown.
“Get off me, you motherfu—”
Kiss.
“You’re a lying assh—”
Kiss.
“Go kiss your fiancée—”
“Goddammit, woman, will you shut up!”
“No! You can’t walk in here acting like this is okay! You never even gave me a choice! I am not going to be the other wom—”
Kiss.
I realize the only way I’m ever going to tell my side of the story is to keep her mouth shut, and as it stands, I have the perfect, erect, solution…
one I know she personally loves. I kiss her with as much passion as I can, hoping to distract her from the sound of my belt and zipper as I free my cock from its confinement.
She doesn’t have time to protest as I break our kiss, pushing her roughly to her knees before shoving my dick down her throat.
“Sorry, darling, but this is the only way I’m going to get you to shut up long enough to explain myself.
” With my grip on her hair controlling her head, I pull her back enough to allow a breath before pushing myself down her throat once more.
“My fucking father arranged that engagement, and it wasn’t supposed to be official for years.
It wasn’t until he saw the way I looked at you that he rushed it.
I didn’t know when we started fucking around that any of this was going to happen.
That bitch isn’t anything to me, Blanche. Do you understand? Nothing.”
She’s mine. Blanche Bedford will be mine until her name is Blanche Sinclair.
As mascara runs down her face, the heat in her eyes recedes at last. Pulling my dick from her mouth as she coughs, I drop to my knees and cup her face in my hands.
“I’ll get out of it. I don’t care what I have to do, I won’t marry her.
It’s you, Blanche. From the first night we met, it’s been you. You’re mine.”
This time, she silences me with a kiss, nearly tackling me to the floor as she does.
She straddles me, pushing her skirt far enough up her thighs for me to see that she decided to skip her thong today.
I let her reach for my dick and notch it against her soaking wet slit, but stop her before she can sink down on more than the head.
In one quick motion, I spin her around, pinning her to the floor and crowd behind her.
“Oh, you’re not getting off that easy without a punishment,” I whisper in her ear, trailing a light touch down to her ass before slapping…
hard. I relish her scream as I continue my strikes.
“After what you pulled yesterday, you didn’t think you were going to get out of it, did you? ”
My naughty girl just laughs. “You should know by now that very few things are really a punishment for me.”
I pause my attack on her ass, moving my touch to her opening, and it’s somehow even wetter than it was before I began spanking her.
She’s too wet to ignore. Lining myself up, I drive into her as I drop the weight of my body onto hers.
“Trust me, baby, belonging to me will be punishment enough,” I whisper, biting at her ear before I quicken my pace.
“I’m going to keep you bred like the bitch you are. Mmm, I’ll never give you a break. Always full of me. Always sore. Never safe from me. Mine, Blanche. Mine.”
Her eyes roll back as I continue to hit that sweet spot of hers, and I can tell she’s close.
I’ve made this woman come enough to know exactly how long I have before she detonates.
Wrapping a hand around her neck, I squeeze hard.
This time, I want her to pass out. “Now be my good girl and go to sleep. I need you to milk my cum from me, but after yesterday, you don’t get to feel a thing. ”
Just like clockwork, she goes limp beneath me only seconds before her unconscious body shakes uncontrollably.
Her perfect little pussy grips me like a vise as I spill into her.
Still buried deep inside her, I roll us over and sit up so that she’s draped on my lap.
Kissing the top of her head, I look down at the woman in my arms. For the first time in my life, I know what it is to love.