Chapitre 20: Present - 8 Fred

Regina rested her wrists on the table, her toned arms sexy. Her hair had fallen to both shoulders it framed her face like she was about to step into a photoshoot. Her dress covered the scars on her back and ass, but seeing her naked almost every day, he knew they were there.

"How you come into your business?"

His mind was pulled from the small scars across her ass. "I've been in the weaponry business for a long time. I had a falling out with my father and set out to open my own business. I was tired of being bossed around. I was tired of living in his shadow. After starting, within a few years, I became a big name."

As he started explaining, even though she was silent, her eyes showed her interest. Every word entered her ears and stayed in her mind. She gave her entire focus on whatever he was saying.

"Do you enjoy this?"

He did not say anything, he kept looking at his glass of wine. He seemed lost in his thoughts.

"Not really. The business isn't something I can say I'm proud of. It led to more problems than it is worth. Because of it, I had made a lot of enemies, of the kinds who never sleep until they...

"I would like to see it sometime if you're willing to show me."

"Sure." He wouldn't mind showing her off to his workers, letting them see the woman he took to bed every night. Having her on his arm would be a kind of power-play for him.

She finished her wine then moved on to the next one. She had been living with him for three months, and they rarely had a conversation about anything that was about him. Every time it was always straight down to business. He answered all of her questions without even realizing it. Maybe she knew more about him than anyone, with the exception of Sam.

"I only want to know you." Her eyes dropped to the glass she was holding as she swirled the wine before she took a sip from it.

Anytime her gaze was averted, he watched her. He examined the way her fingers gripped the top of the glass with her painted nails. They were bloody red, matching the color of her lipstick. She had long and slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around his cock when she sucked her off. When her lids were down, he could see every single lash as it reached out and curved upright at the ends.

They were full and lush, thicker than he had ever seen them. She was beautiful even without makeup, but when she dressed herself up, she looked too good to be true. Never in his life had he sat across from a woman more gorgeous than her. And she didn't have a clue.

How did she hold on to her natural elegance, her pride? "Do you miss your home?"

She shrugged. "Being in a place like this makes me resent all the traffic, the people, the noise, and the pollution. My skin looks better than it ever has, and my lungs feel like they can fully breathe for the first time. So, no, I guess I don't miss it. I used to love that place, but now that I've been here…I don't love it as much."

She was enjoying herself at his estate. She lived a life of luxury there.

"Do you think Jason would be missing you even a little bit?"

"I doubt". He could sense the resentment in her voice. Her expression didn't change but he felt a heart twist into a knot.

"I'm sorry. Did you have a boyfriend in college?"

"Yes." She smiled at the memory. "Fred, he was a nice guy." She spoke fondly of her ex.

Hearing her speak so fondly about that guy made him sick. There were other men before him. There would be men after him. That idea bothered him."Why did you break up?"

"He was older than me, so he graduated at the end of my sophomore year. He got a job and moved away and so we went our separate ways."

"Did you sleep with him?"

She rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips. "I was in college. Hell yeah."

That answer just made him sicker.

A feeling of discomfort started brewing inside him, with every second, a feeling of inexplicable rage started in his gut. The fact that she loved a man and was still fond of him burned his skin all the way to the bone.

Her past life shouldn't be bothering him. Her future shouldn't matter to him. But it disturbed him in some strange way.

He wanted to change the subject. He kept his face stoic, but his hand gripped the glass so tightly that it was about to shatter.

He put his empty glass down. "Shall we leave?"

They had dined and wined. He fulfilled his end of the bargain. Now he wanted her underneath him on the bed. He wanted to fuck out every memory of every boyfriend and lover she had.

"Okay. I liked that ride with you in your car."

"Thanks. It looks a lot nicer when you're in the passenger seat."

"How about the backseat?" She gave him a sexy grin as they stood up for leaving for the car that was in parking.

Tonight was one of those rare moments. He had her attention, his phone was away, and he was giving her his full attention, staring at her as if she contained everything needed to make his world whole.

She leaned forward, toward his seat, the dress giving her form of perfection. He pushed the button in his seat, leaned a little back with his seat, spreading his knees and showing the bulging under his pants as his hand stealing up and running lightly along her bareback.

"You are breathtaking." He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her neck.

"Thank you." She said as he ran one of his hands up her knee, sliding inside her dress. She waited, her breath becoming shallow, her concentration focused on the path of his fingers as they traveled higher, taking their time, the tickle of rough skin against soft flesh.

He leaned over, brushing a quick kiss over her lips, and then moves lower, soft kisses making the path down the line of her jaw, whispered against her neck, and deepening in touch when they reach her collarbone. His hand caressed her thigh, the brush of his thumb moving higher until it is just a breath from her pussy.

She groaned.

Paul's hands pushed apart her legs, moving the fabric of her dress aside and leaving her bare and open to his eyes. He looked there, examining the exposed skin, his mouth curving into a smile. "No panties?" His eyes flicked.

"I figured they would be useless today."

"That...," As he said, his fingers teasing the edge of her lips, circling the edge of her pussy slowly, tantalizing brushes, each touch closer but not yet there, "You know me so well."

His eyes stared at her, dark pools of lust and dominance. She stared back into his eyes, her eyelids closing slightly when he slid one confident finger over the knot of her clit, that finger effortlessly slid down into her, the small invasion a tease of perfection.

"Look at me," he breathed. "I want to see your eyes."

She reopened her eyes, her mouth parting as he cupped her pussy, slipping a second finger in with the first, both of them working together, stimulating her in their movement, his thumb staying firm on her clit, soft pressure that moved slightly with each stroke of his fingers.

He watched her eyes, saw her burning in arousal, adjusting the pace and pressure of his fingers in accordance with what she wanted. She felt the curl of pleasure, growing in her belly, their eyes caught in a web of lust, her eyes barely noticed the sexy grin on his mouth as her breathing increased, and she thrust into his hand.

His other hand slid up to her chest and pulled the fabric there, till her breast was exposed, his hand griped and tugged on it just hard enough to make her gasp.

"Your pussy is so hot and tight around my fingers." He whispered.

Her hand got in action, immediately reached the bulge. Opening his fly, it slid into his pant, in a desperate attempt to feel the heat of him in her hand before she came.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

She closed her eyes as a long but soft moan escaped from her lips, her legs convulsing around his fingers, the strum of his thumb on her clit softening, stretching out her pleasure as she moaned over and over again.

Suddenly an intense, animalistic desire, a craving for every bit of him in every place on her body, arose inside her. She snapped open her eyes and found him watching with a sexy smile. His hand on his open fly, pulling out the object of her desire.

She bent, bringing her mouth above his cock, she lowered her head down, taking its tip inside her mouth. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping, his hand crossing her back reached there. Wetting his finger there, he started circling around her asshole. Two groans sounded in the care.

"You were made for me."

"I'm your dirty slut," She whispered, sliding his whole cock, deep inside her throat as his middle finger broke the barrier and slipped inside her asshole as it tightened in pleasure with a slight bit of pain.

"You are my slut," he groaned. "You can't live without my cock."

"So bad," She agreed. "I can't get enough of it."

He thrust his second finger inside to accompany his middle finger, causing her to gasp, her body to grind, the pleasure shooting a spike of arousal through her core.

"Say you love my cock."

"I love it."

"Again." He thrust his cock all the way to her throat pumping one final release, while both of his fingers shoved deep inside her asshole.

"I love you cock." Regina almost shouted, while coughing saliva on his cock.