Scarlett's Temptation, page 18
She rolled over in the bed, and looked at the empty spot where Rhett should have been. Glancing over at the clock, she noticed it was already nine in the morning and she slid out of bed lazily. Walking over to the closet she pulled on a robe before walking out into the main room.
He gave her a small smile, "I've ordered breakfast sweetheart, we've got a busy day ahead of us." He watched her move toward him and felt his body tighten in need. This woman was really doing a number on his libido he shook his head with a grin. He'd always enjoyed sex, but with her it was like he just couldn't get enough. "How'd you sleep?"
Joining him at the kitchen island bar, she sat in one of the stools, "Like a baby, Sir and you?" He looked so damn sexy sitting there in only his shorts. His bare chest smooth and tanned had her blushing as her thoughts went south.
Growling softly, he leaned over and gave her lips a quick peck. "Baby if you don't stop looking at me like that we're going to give room service something to talk about." Chuckling as she blushed deeper he was glad the knock came on the door.
He quickly let the woman bring in their meal and tipped her generously. "You getter get your fill sweet girl, we really do have a lot to accomplish before we leave tonight."
Lifting her eyebrows, thinking very little about food after his comment she grinned. "Are we still talking about breakfast Sir?" She attempted to keep her tone innocent and bit her lip to stop a laugh from escaping.
"Insatiable," he chuckled, "we are talking about food because if you don't eat you'll wither away with all the plans I have for you today." Shaking his head at her playful mood he uncovered their trays and sat down beside her to eat.
Giving him the pouty lips, only half serious, she allowed her mind to focus on the incredible meal. She really hadn't thought she was hungry until she cleaned her plate and sat back sipping on her coffee. "That was delicious, Sir."
"I'm not feeding you enough," he remembered they hadn't even had dinner last night. "Baby I'm sorry, there really is no excuse for forgetting something that important." Once again he was hit with the reality that he was not acting much like her Master. It was his job to make sure she was well taken care of and he was failing miserably.
"Honestly Sir, I didn't think about it," she looked at him confused at why he was suddenly so serious. It was just a missed meal, and she doubted a few of those would hurt her.
"You shouldn't have to think about it sweetheart, it's my job and you have my word I will focus more on your needs." He had let his control of this relationship slip through his fingers, but that was over now, he decided firmly. "Get dressed Scarlett, I'm taking you to work with me this morning."
He pushed away his tray and stalked back to the bedroom, his mood dark as he contemplated the changes that needed to happen. Dressing quickly in a dark navy business suit, white dress shirt and tie, his mind was wrapped around what he needed to accomplish. He was dressed in fifteen minutes and left her alone in the bedroom to phone in a few favors from some friends on the Island. He had planned to do this later tonight, but this wouldn't wait, he thought. It was time he took back control.
Scarlett dressed quickly in the only sensible outfit she'd brought with her since they were going to his work. Her black pencil skirt that fell to her knees, a white butterfly collared shirt, and sensible flat dress shoes should be suitable, she thought. She had no clue what had flipped his caveman switch this morning, but decided arguing about how she could stay home while he worked seemed petty. In all honestly she was curious about his work too.
Walking into the bathroom she brushed her teeth and applied a light coral gloss to her lips and some mascara. Her long hair was wrapped up in a twisted flip, professional enough to be worn to an office. Standing back and studying her reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, she decided this was suitable and walked back out into the main room.
Rhett nodded his head and made his way to the door. "Perfect Scarlett," he gave a tight smile, "we really need to get going." He had called in his favors and they still had time to stop by the beach front property on their way in. They made it down to the limo in companionable silence.
He was still soul searching on how to get his shit in order with her as they drove, and remained quiet. He gave the directions to their driver and outside of those few words he decided that some silent reflection would be a decent idea for both of them.
Scarlett knew something was off by the way he was clenching his strong jaw. Not to mention, he had his elbow rested on his knee and was squeezing and releasing his fist. She wanted to ask him what was going through his mind, but caveman mode Rhett was not someone she felt comfortable questioning. Instead she just kept her mouth shut and watched the beautiful scenery go by.
They finally stopped in front of huge abandoned hotel that Scarlett estimated was at least 15 stories high and in some need of a good paint job. "Is this the new property, Sir," she opened the door and stepped out, and shading her eyes with her hand and she looked up.
"Yes," his voice was clipped as looked over all the modifications to the exterior that would need to be completely. "It has a beautiful private beach, and I believe with some intense reconstruction it can be one of the most magnificent properties on the island."
She could see the potential for a great resort here and nodded. "I think you're right Sir." Of course what did she really know about properties, she grinned to herself. All she knew is that the building was pretty and with a little tender loving care it could be amazing.
"I would take you inside to tour, but I want an inspector to verify all the health codes are in order first." He motioned back to the car, "We really need to get to the office," he opened the door and watched her slide in.
His mood seemed to have calmed down, she noticed as he gave her a somewhat warm smile as he joined her in the backseat. And they say women have mood swings, she thought shaking her head and grinning.
"What thoughts are going through the pretty little head of yours," he was studying her beautiful face, feeling much more in control now.
"Oh nothing Sir, I was just thinking about how incredible the island really is." She hoped lighting didn't strike her for that lie, but there was no way she was revealing what she really had been thinking.
"I love it here as well, I try to make it up at least twice a year when business permits." He covered her hand with his and squeezed gently. "I think you'll enjoy my staff," smiling at his own thoughts he knew they'd enjoy her.
"I'm sure I will Sir," she wondered what he was thinking behind that devious smile that just found his face. She wasn't sure why it mattered that she would enjoy his staff or not since they were leaving later tonight.
The office was bigger than what she expected as the driver stopped in front. She thought that being such a tourist place the building here would be less than the ten story monstrosity it was. It looked completely out of place in this paradise. "Wow, this is pretty impressive Sir."
"We are only renting one of the floors here," he nodded at her impression. "I have a small group of lawyers that handle the contracts for most of the properties here, and they don't need much space."
An entire floor in this massive building, she thought to herself, seemed like a lot of space for only a few people to work in. She followed him inside the glass building and he led her toward the elevator. She was shocked when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. When he broke off as they finally reached their floor she could only stare up at him and grin.
"I needed to get that out of my system," he winked and led her down a long carpeted hallway. When they reached the end he opened a set of polished double doors and ushered her inside.
She smiled as she saw David, and looked around at the other dozen strangers sitting around a long executive table. They all stood when the noticed Rhett and he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her toward the head seat. "Please be seated, I know we have much to discuss, and I'd like to get started immediately."
Scarlett was shocked when he pulled a seat close to his and patted it, but she sat down quickly. He took the other chair and opened up a small leather folder studying it intently. Folding her hands in her lap, she glanced around at the group of people.
They were all dressed professionally in office attire, and the only odd thing was that they all seemed to be staring at her openly. There were eight men in varying ages from she guessed early thirties to late fifties, and the remaining four were women she assumed in their early thirties. She smiled awkwardly then looked at her hands, not sure why she was so uncomfortable.
"I guess we should get this meeting underway," Rhett said looking up and noticing the attention Scarlett was getting. "I notice that you are all staring intently at my friend, is there a problem?" He knew exactly why they were looking at Scarlett the way they were, but she would not.
David stood and kept his face free of a smile by sheer will alone. "Well Rhett, we aren't sure why you have invited your, shall we say lady friend into our business meeting."
"Is this the general consensus of the room?" Rhett allowed his voice to grow deep and commanding.
One of the women to Scarlett's right added her voice, and she nibbled her lip nervously, feeling very out of place when she spoke.
"It is highly unprofessional to allow someone with no reason for attending this meeting to be present, and I might add it could compromise the confidentiality of those we serve." The woman glared at Scarlett like she was a bug she wanted to squish.
"Well apparently my business etiquette leaves something to be desired, maybe I should show you why I've brought her?" He raised an eyebrow and glanced around at the group.
"I think at the very least that would be appropriate," a balding middle aged man chimed in.
"Sweetheart, would you please stand up for me," Rhett shook his head in mock aggravation.
Scarlett hoped he was sending her from the room because it was apparent she wasn't welcome here. She stood up and pushed the chair back and waited for him to speak.
Rhett stood up behind her and put his hands on her waist. "She is here because I enjoy touching her and can't keep my hands off this delectable body." He allowed his hands to trail up her waist and then move forward to cup her breasts.
"Sir?," her faced burned in embarrassment at his actions and her hands moved to cover his as she lowered her eyes, humiliated.
"So you've brought your whore to a meeting concerning the fate of companies, Rhett?" A tall blond, man shook his head and looked at him in disgust.
Rhett's hands quickly undid the buttons on the front of her shirt and she gasped, attempting to still his hands. "Sir, maybe I should just leave," please for the love of chocolate, she thought to herself, just get me the fuck out of here.
"Why should these people determine what I do with you, sweet girl?" grabbing her hands he pulled them to her sides, then quickly parted her shirt showing her bra and her clenched abdomen.
"This is an outrage, Rhett, you should keep your sex life behind closed doors," a sophisticated woman tapped her pen on the table shaking her head.
What the hell was he doing she thought as her face burned even hotter. He had obviously lost his damn mind. "Sir, please!," She was trembling and kept her hands balled into fists by her sides without much conscious thought on her part. She knew that he didn't like her covering herself.
With one quick movement, he pulled her shirt form her body and allowed it to pool on the floor. His hands unclasped her bra just as quickly and before she could bother to protest he slid that off as well. "Have you looked at her tits," he grinned as he lifted their soft weight holding them tenderly.
Mortified she attempted to turn toward him, but he released her breasts and grabbed her shoulders holding her in place. "Don't you dare let them make you feel bad for doing what I command. Stand still and show them how proud you are of your body!" Every eye in the room was focused on his beautiful Scarlett, and it turned him on more than he cared to admit knowing none of them could have her.
"Perhaps you should show us more Rhett, if you're going to flaunt your whore before us at least make it entertaining." Laughing softly the 30 something year old man crossed his arms over his chest waiting for the show.
Scarlett was so shocked she couldn't move or even think as the strangers stared her down, looking like dogs in heat. She'd never in her life thought that a group full of professional could act in such a manner. She should run, her mind screamed, but as embarrassing as this was she was almost more shocked that it was turning her own that they were looking.
Rhett was impressed, he had been certain that she would be begging him stop by now. He unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down her hips leaving her only in her panties and shoes. Damn she was fucking beautiful standing there with her breasts on display and all those hungry eyes wishing they could take his place gawking.
Fisting his hand in her hair he pulled her neck back against his chest so he could whisper in her ear. "You see how they're looking at you baby, they want to touch you, but you're all mine." Lowering his other hand across her quivering abdomen he slid it under the band on her panties, until his finger slid into her soft folds.
Her breathing quickened as she felt his touch and her eyes wildly looked around at the strangers. What the hell was she thinking? This was so wrong and depraved. His fingers felt so good, she groaned softly. No this is not right, you are letting him touch you in front of all these people. Who cares, you don't know them, her mind was screaming a million things at her at once.
Pulling his fingers from her drenched folds, he grasped her underwear and slid them down her leg until they found her ankles. Her hands had moved to cover her bare mound, but a quick slap of his hands reminded her that he wouldn't allow her to hide. "What should I do with this beautiful slut?" He asked no one in particular.
She should hate that he talked to her that way, but even that was turning her on. He was turning her into just what he called her she thought, again a rush of heat filled her cheeks. "Sir, please," she wanted him to stop, or maybe do more, she didn't know what to think as his fingers found her again.
"I think you should fuck her," David grinned, amazed that the girl hadn't folded yet. Janie and he had their biggest fight over a scene just like this. She had went through with it, but she'd given him hell later.
Rhett pushed two fingers deep inside of her at David's words. His other hand fisted in her hair again, pulled back strongly. "What do you think baby, should I fuck that sweet little pussy, bend you over this table and make you come."
She whimpered from the feeling of his fingers as they created a delicious sensation and against the words he was speaking. This was so wrong, her mind screamed as her body demanded more. She couldn't answer him, she was overwhelmed by her bodies needs and her minds desire to demand he stop.
"I asked you a question girl," his fingers pushed deep inside and his thumb grazed over her piercing, knowing how her body would react to the stimulation.
"No Sir," she cried out hating that her body was screaming yes, even knowing what a horrible person she was being by allowing him to even touch her this way here.
Allowing his thumb to rub back and forth over her piercing again, he felt her core clench him and knew she was about to come. Sliding his fingers from her, he chuckled. "Apparently my little slut doesn't want to fuck," he kept his hands on her thighs knowing how unfulfilled she was.
She wanted to demand he touch her again, and at the same time her mind said she should be glad that he wasn't forcing the issue. She clenched her thighs together tightly, trying to get her body in control again.
"Lean over the table girl," he demanded softly. If she thought this was over, she had no understanding of his true mind set. The games had just begun.
"Sir, I don't want to be with you in front of all these people," how she managed to find her voice, she had no idea.
"Trust me girl, I won't fuck you until you beg for it, now lean over the table and don't make me ask again!"
Without conscious thought she moved forward and bent over to lay face down on the cool table. The soft polished wood made her tremble as much as not knowing what he intended.
Pulling out a long ruler he lifted it and brought it down hard on her heart-shaped ass. "If we're not going to fuck sweet girl, I'm going to make sure that sexy ass of yours is bright red and show everyone here what a bad girl you are."
The sting of the ruler had her cheeks clenching and his words were completely humiliating. As it fell again, she cried out at the sharp burn. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table as he continued to bring the thin ruler over and over until her ass was throbbing. "Please Sir," she was almost at the end of her tolerance level and wished she had just let him take her.
"Your choice Scarlett, I'm going to either have your ass or that hot little cunt," he allowed his hands to rub her reddened ass, enjoying the color.
"Take me Sir," she whispered quietly, her ass was ready to accept defeat faster than her mind.
"You'll have to do a little better than that, what do you want me to do with you?" He knew he was putting her out of her comfort zone, but he was in control not her, he reminded himself.
He was going to make her say the words, she groaned softly as she tried to find the courage to speak. The ruler came down on her sore ass again and she honestly couldn't take it. "Fuck me, Sir!" She hadn't meant to scream the words so loudly but damn it her ass was on fire.
He chuckled and threw the ruler on the ground before undoing his pants. He slid them and his boxers down and entered her with one long thrust. The entire room was out of his focus now as he began pumping forcefully into her tight heat. She was his damn it, and he was determined to prove it with every long, hard thrust.
She felt her body tensing with each stroke and felt breathless with the strange excitement of knowing all these people here were watching them. She didn't care what they thought as she screamed out her pleasure when her release came hard and fast. Later she could feel guilty, right now she enjoyed every plunge and when he pulled out and she felt his essence on her back, she knew that she'd pleased him.
