Page 10 of Under New Management

His tongue is soft and velvety and he smells like something good enough to eat. I take his face in both of my hands so I can drive my tongue in further taking more of him in my mouth. This urge to kiss and rub against him is so not me. I am not the type of girl to have huge make-out sessions and spend the night with a man. But I am different because Vin is different. He's not like every boy I knew back home or the men I've meant here. He's more. More everything, more intense, more intelligent, more driven to have something he wants when he wants it. Finally, we pull back from one another.

"I don't think you're ready for me to eat this just yet." He cocks his head as one of his fingers runs in between the cleft of my pussy lips over my wet clingy bathing suit. "If you are then I'll take you upstairs and suck and lick you until morning."

"And if I'm not?" I stare down into his beautiful eyes.

"Then we'll get out and I'll walk you upstairs and spend the night holding you while you sleep."

That is a really good answer. One that has me smiling like a fool. He doesn't push or try to change my mind when I swim to the edge and pull myself out. Or when I put on nightclothes and slip under the cover with him. Instead, I drift off with the feel of his lips grazing my forehead and his arms wrapped around me.

Chapter Five

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Vin

Having to lay with Monica in my arms all night was a sweet kind of torture. I'm usually up early every morning because I hate being left out of things. If something is going on I want to know about it first. Leaving her beautiful body in my bed with her wild sexy hair spread across my pillows was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. But it was a necessary thing.

There is something I am waiting to be delivered to me so here I am instead of wrapped up in her body. I also have to send a huge ass bouquet to Mason's lovely wife. Without her giving me a heads up about what was happening I could have lost Monica yesterday, and over something stupid too. How the fuck did she come up with the idea that I would want her to sleep with someone other than me?

I had my guy check her out. I know where she came from and what she left behind to come here and start all over, so maybe that is my answer. Maybe it was having Margaux as a manager for the past six months. I have heard really awful things about that douche dribble from several of her former clients that makes me glad I got to Monica when I did. She's way too sweet and trusting to be put in the hands of someone like Margaux and her pack of hyenas.

The doorbell chimes just as Monica hits the top of the landing on the first set of stairs. She waits for me to sign for my package before she comes down the rest of the way to meet me. She's got that silky robe on again but this time I can tell she's wearing clothes under it. She picked a simple set of pajamas to sleep in last night. I made sure everything in the closet was soft and comfortable for her.

"How did you sleep?" We had a late night last night. Both of us didn't go into bed until well into the early morning hours. One of my employees called with a pressing question that needed to be addressed right as we were getting ready to go up to bed. I sent Monica on and by the time I got to bed she was already asleep. I don't know if she remembers me kissing her on the forehead or not or how I scooped her little body up in my arms so that she could stay wrapped around me all night long.

"Okay, I guess. I'm not really used to all the late nights."

I take her by the hand and walk her into the kitchen. "No, you didn't go out much in your old town?"

I watch as her face morphs into one of shocked surprise. She looks down at the countertop before answering me. "No, I didn't go out at all."

"That would certainly explain the virgin part then wouldn't it."

Her eyes fly to mine. She doesn't like talking about her past, I can tell. "I wanted to concentrate on having a career."

I take the plate I made her and my cup of coffee and walk back to the island she's sat at. "Ah,"

"What's that supposed to mean, 'ah'?" I sit her plate in front of her and point to it silently telling her to eat.

"Just that you have a lot of drive and ambition and you don't usually see those in anyone else other than people who feel they've been trapped."

She needs to know I understand her better than anyone ever will. I watch her eat for a few minutes more before I have to walk away to take a call from Miles. When I come back into the kitchen she is washing up the plate she just ate off of and it might be backwards or anti-feminist of me but she looks good standing over my sink washing the dishes. Not for the reason so many would be pissed about but because it's a very intimate thing to do and I can picture her home with me cooking and cleaning with me. I can close my eyes and imagine what she would look like with a big pregnant belly full of my child.

Fuck that makes me hard. "Monica," she turns to look at me, her face is so innocent and free of guile sometimes. Then there are times when she is climbing me or taking control of my mouth. Hell, I damn near lost my load in the pool with her clasped around me giving me her tongue and taking mine like it's the only thing she wants. "I got you something."

I am going to have no problem doing what needs to be done if the stream of precum is any indication. She sees the box sitting on the counter. It's brown and plain and gives nothing away.

"You know I want to be in control of you, to lead you and guide you, through the pitfalls of this business but not just that also through the mess that life can be as well. I want to be someone you trust and someone you depend on. You're in my home and I'm taking care of you."

She sits with her hands folded like a good little church-going girl and God do I want to corrupt the fuck out of her.

"You have no idea the things that are really out there waiting for a girl like you but I do and I don't want you to stumble into some of the dirty, darker things that I've seen and done. I need you to understand, Monica, that I need you to give me that control so that I can keep you safe." I slide the package closer to me and open the lid. I pick up the little gold egg-shaped thing inside and hold it up for her to look at.

For a long time she looks at it and I can tell she's trying to figure out what it is. It's smooth and at the end is a little flat, wide platform that has a red jewel set in it in the shape of a heart. It cost me a fortune but that stone isn't just for show. My girl isn't going to be walking around with just anything in her ass.

"It looks like something sexual." Her eyebrows are drawn down and her cute little head is cocked to the side.

"It is, it's a buttplug." Her mouth drops open in shock. "I'm showing you this now because if you pull another stunt like the one you pulled yesterday I will make you wear it morning, noon, and night. I will be the one taking it out if you need to use the bathroom, the one telling you if you can take the night off and not wear it to bed, and the one who replaces it with my cock when you have been really bad. I will make you wear it to interviews, on set, and during shows if you try to run from me again without first telling me what your fears and worries are. Understood?"

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