For betenoire_rp: Writing Sample #3
"You're tense."
Adam sprawled out in his chair and studied the girl as she knelt between him and his desk. "You can sense that, can you?" he asked with all the fake tenderness he could muster.
"Uh huh." She paused from undoing his trousers to look up at him, eyes full of concern. "Bad day at the office?"
"That… more or less sums it up, yes."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
He watched her for a few long moments, and then murmured "No…" in a fashion meant to suggest that he wanted to spare her the details out of affection, and out of a need not to burden her. The truth of the matter, however, was that he could not have her know the details. Not just yet.
He had a plan.
Adam gasped softly at the feel of her mouth surrounding him, rounding his lips into a circle and slowly blowing that breath out. His hand went to the base of her neck, cupping it gently. He let his mind wander, reviewing the events of the day.
Harry Fletcher. The man had always been the weakest link among the dozen (and didn't he like his Biblical parallels) like-minded individuals Adam had gathered to found his Company. The man's ability and his political connections were useful to the group, which was why Adam had originally invited him in; his maverick streak and his hunger for power, his desire to lead, however-those had grown from quirks to irritants to, with his latest power grab within the group, something Adam could no longer ignore.
Especially once Adam learned that the man's attempt to dethrone him wouldn't have stopped at merely toppling him from leadership of the Company. The would-be assassin who had come to his home a month earlier had very clear instructions on how to make his death a permanent thing.
Adam had bided his time, carefully laying plans. He did everything, after all, by design, with thought and calculation put into every move. This would all need to end with Fletcher being repaid in kind-the rest of the group had agreed, once he'd presented the evidence to each of them. And he'd handle it himself.
But that wasn't enough for Adam. He needed to destroy the man first.
He had to wonder if Fletcher knew it was coming. The man had begged off several of Adam's attempts to arrange a private meeting, always with some flimsy excuse. Other business. His wife. Family emergencies.
Adam had finally pinned the man down today. "We must meet in private," he'd insisted.
"Fine, fine," Fletcher had relented. "But it has to be before the weekend. I'm not available after that." The man had broken into an indulgent smile. "My little girl's coming home from school for the holidays. She'll be coming up to the house Friday night."
"Your little girl," Adam had repeated, blinking. "Ah. Your daughter. Miranda, was it?"
"Yeah. Miranda."
"And how is she faring at university?"
"She's doing great, Adam. Me and her mom, we're real proud."
"Well." Adam had let out a sigh, spreading his hands in a gesture of benevolence. "It's Tuesday now. Shall we meet for dinner tomorrow night? Wednesday? Seven o'clock? At my suite at the Hilton-in case I run a few minutes late, I'll arrange a key for you at the front desk. Room 1032…"
The girl's teeth gently scraped sensitive flesh, bringing Adam halfway back to the present moment. She was good, he'd grant her that much-she'd learned enough in a few scant days to know how best to please him. This, he thought, watching her head bob up and down, this was an unexpected bonus.
Plans were coming together. The thought of that, plus her ministrations, served to excite him, to make him so hard it ached. His hand slid up into her thick dark hair, closing around a fistful of it and using it to pull her back off his cock. She blinked up at him for a few moments in surprise, and in worry-had she done something wrong?
"It's all right," he murmured, gratified by her reaction. His hand was still firmly gripping her hair; he used his hold on her to walk her over to his desk and press her face down over its top. He let go and stripped her bare from the waist down.
Adam sank into her in one deep thrust, savoring the way her tight warmth engulfed him, the way her hips jerked forward as she whimpered out his name. Good. That was good-he wanted this to be memorable, he wanted this fresh in her mind for what was to come.
That wasn't the only way this was good. He pinned her thighs between his, making her even tighter around his cock as he moved deep within her, the added friction and sensation making her squirm beneath him. One hand splayed on the desk for balance; the other went back to her hair, fisting tightly around a handful.
As a reward for his careful planning, he allowed himself the luxury of losing himself in the experience for a while. He enjoyed every little shudder and gasp, every little breathless plea, every little flex and tense of muscle. She came around him, hard, her entire body tight and shaking as she wailed; he closed his eyes, pulled her hair tight, and drove into her relentlessly until he too came apart in a shuddering groan.
He actually needed a few moments to catch his breath and get his wits about himself afterwards. It really was a pity, he thought as he straightened up, redressing himself. She could have been quite the lovely diversion. But nothing ever really did last, did it?
Adam helped the girl back into her clothes gently, and then he went back to his chair, drawing her into his lap once he was seated. He cradled her against his body, kissing her forehead, smoothing a hand through the hair he'd pulled, masterfully playing her into her proper place in all his plans.
"I've been terrible to you," he whispered, raising a finger to her lips to silence the near-instant protests on her part. "No no, it's good of you to deny it, but we both know it's true. I ask you to sneak into my office and I send you packing once I've had what I want. You've indulged me enough, my dear. Let me return the favor."
He stroked her cheek, touched her shoulder, and studied her face in perfect imitation of a chastened lover full of sorrow for the way he'd misbehaved. "I owe you a proper date. Tomorrow. Come 'round to my place. I'll have dinner sent in. We'll spend the evening together. Sound good?" He couldn't help but smile at her eager nod; he leaned forward, tugging open a desk drawer and fishing a key out of it.
"I've a suite at the Hilton," he explained, pressing the key into her hand. "Room 1032. I'll try to be there by seven. But I want you there at six sharp, no later." He offered her a smile that was half apologetic, half filthy. "I… By that point I'll have been thinking of you all day, my dear. We may as well get that out of my system first, yes? Let me have you first. Having you soothes me, and I shall be able to properly focus rather than being tense about work still. I'll let myself in with my key when I arrive-I want you ready and waiting for me. In bed, naked."
She nodded her agreement; Adam smiled and brushed a kiss over her lips. "As much as I hate to see you go… you should." He let out an apologetic sigh. "I've some more work to catch up on before I leave, and I should hate for anyone to catch you here."
She slid off his lap and headed for the door. Once there, she paused before letting herself out, smiling back at him over her shoulder. "Good night, Adam. And thank you. I'll see you tomorrow night."
Adam beamed at her. "Tomorrow night. I… look forward to it. Goodnight, Miranda."
His smile sharpened into a self-satisfied smirk as she closed the door behind herself. It was worth it to let Fletcher live a while longer.
If only he could be there to see the look on the man's face…
Adam sprawled out in his chair and studied the girl as she knelt between him and his desk. "You can sense that, can you?" he asked with all the fake tenderness he could muster.
"Uh huh." She paused from undoing his trousers to look up at him, eyes full of concern. "Bad day at the office?"
"That… more or less sums it up, yes."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
He watched her for a few long moments, and then murmured "No…" in a fashion meant to suggest that he wanted to spare her the details out of affection, and out of a need not to burden her. The truth of the matter, however, was that he could not have her know the details. Not just yet.
He had a plan.
Adam gasped softly at the feel of her mouth surrounding him, rounding his lips into a circle and slowly blowing that breath out. His hand went to the base of her neck, cupping it gently. He let his mind wander, reviewing the events of the day.
Harry Fletcher. The man had always been the weakest link among the dozen (and didn't he like his Biblical parallels) like-minded individuals Adam had gathered to found his Company. The man's ability and his political connections were useful to the group, which was why Adam had originally invited him in; his maverick streak and his hunger for power, his desire to lead, however-those had grown from quirks to irritants to, with his latest power grab within the group, something Adam could no longer ignore.
Especially once Adam learned that the man's attempt to dethrone him wouldn't have stopped at merely toppling him from leadership of the Company. The would-be assassin who had come to his home a month earlier had very clear instructions on how to make his death a permanent thing.
Adam had bided his time, carefully laying plans. He did everything, after all, by design, with thought and calculation put into every move. This would all need to end with Fletcher being repaid in kind-the rest of the group had agreed, once he'd presented the evidence to each of them. And he'd handle it himself.
But that wasn't enough for Adam. He needed to destroy the man first.
He had to wonder if Fletcher knew it was coming. The man had begged off several of Adam's attempts to arrange a private meeting, always with some flimsy excuse. Other business. His wife. Family emergencies.
Adam had finally pinned the man down today. "We must meet in private," he'd insisted.
"Fine, fine," Fletcher had relented. "But it has to be before the weekend. I'm not available after that." The man had broken into an indulgent smile. "My little girl's coming home from school for the holidays. She'll be coming up to the house Friday night."
"Your little girl," Adam had repeated, blinking. "Ah. Your daughter. Miranda, was it?"
"Yeah. Miranda."
"And how is she faring at university?"
"She's doing great, Adam. Me and her mom, we're real proud."
"Well." Adam had let out a sigh, spreading his hands in a gesture of benevolence. "It's Tuesday now. Shall we meet for dinner tomorrow night? Wednesday? Seven o'clock? At my suite at the Hilton-in case I run a few minutes late, I'll arrange a key for you at the front desk. Room 1032…"
The girl's teeth gently scraped sensitive flesh, bringing Adam halfway back to the present moment. She was good, he'd grant her that much-she'd learned enough in a few scant days to know how best to please him. This, he thought, watching her head bob up and down, this was an unexpected bonus.
Plans were coming together. The thought of that, plus her ministrations, served to excite him, to make him so hard it ached. His hand slid up into her thick dark hair, closing around a fistful of it and using it to pull her back off his cock. She blinked up at him for a few moments in surprise, and in worry-had she done something wrong?
"It's all right," he murmured, gratified by her reaction. His hand was still firmly gripping her hair; he used his hold on her to walk her over to his desk and press her face down over its top. He let go and stripped her bare from the waist down.
Adam sank into her in one deep thrust, savoring the way her tight warmth engulfed him, the way her hips jerked forward as she whimpered out his name. Good. That was good-he wanted this to be memorable, he wanted this fresh in her mind for what was to come.
That wasn't the only way this was good. He pinned her thighs between his, making her even tighter around his cock as he moved deep within her, the added friction and sensation making her squirm beneath him. One hand splayed on the desk for balance; the other went back to her hair, fisting tightly around a handful.
As a reward for his careful planning, he allowed himself the luxury of losing himself in the experience for a while. He enjoyed every little shudder and gasp, every little breathless plea, every little flex and tense of muscle. She came around him, hard, her entire body tight and shaking as she wailed; he closed his eyes, pulled her hair tight, and drove into her relentlessly until he too came apart in a shuddering groan.
He actually needed a few moments to catch his breath and get his wits about himself afterwards. It really was a pity, he thought as he straightened up, redressing himself. She could have been quite the lovely diversion. But nothing ever really did last, did it?
Adam helped the girl back into her clothes gently, and then he went back to his chair, drawing her into his lap once he was seated. He cradled her against his body, kissing her forehead, smoothing a hand through the hair he'd pulled, masterfully playing her into her proper place in all his plans.
"I've been terrible to you," he whispered, raising a finger to her lips to silence the near-instant protests on her part. "No no, it's good of you to deny it, but we both know it's true. I ask you to sneak into my office and I send you packing once I've had what I want. You've indulged me enough, my dear. Let me return the favor."
He stroked her cheek, touched her shoulder, and studied her face in perfect imitation of a chastened lover full of sorrow for the way he'd misbehaved. "I owe you a proper date. Tomorrow. Come 'round to my place. I'll have dinner sent in. We'll spend the evening together. Sound good?" He couldn't help but smile at her eager nod; he leaned forward, tugging open a desk drawer and fishing a key out of it.
"I've a suite at the Hilton," he explained, pressing the key into her hand. "Room 1032. I'll try to be there by seven. But I want you there at six sharp, no later." He offered her a smile that was half apologetic, half filthy. "I… By that point I'll have been thinking of you all day, my dear. We may as well get that out of my system first, yes? Let me have you first. Having you soothes me, and I shall be able to properly focus rather than being tense about work still. I'll let myself in with my key when I arrive-I want you ready and waiting for me. In bed, naked."
She nodded her agreement; Adam smiled and brushed a kiss over her lips. "As much as I hate to see you go… you should." He let out an apologetic sigh. "I've some more work to catch up on before I leave, and I should hate for anyone to catch you here."
She slid off his lap and headed for the door. Once there, she paused before letting herself out, smiling back at him over her shoulder. "Good night, Adam. And thank you. I'll see you tomorrow night."
Adam beamed at her. "Tomorrow night. I… look forward to it. Goodnight, Miranda."
His smile sharpened into a self-satisfied smirk as she closed the door behind herself. It was worth it to let Fletcher live a while longer.
If only he could be there to see the look on the man's face…