Resist (Songs of Submission #6)(7)

“Fifty of the city’s biggest art collectors drinking and spending money,” Margie said. “I went with him last year. It was like high school without the acne.”

“And Jessica will be there?” I asked.

“Four artists for every collector.” Margie smirked. “You never met a bigger bunch of whores in your life.”

Jonathan was right, I did like her. “I want to go.”

Jonathan stood up. “Margie, as usual, a f**king pleasure.” He looked at me and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”

Margie pushed her chair back and stood. We were done. I got up without taking his hand.

Chapter 5.

MONICA

I didn’t speak until the elevator doors closed. “You know I’m right.”

He was on me in a second, his tongue prying my mouth open, his hands on my face, his hard c**k against my hip. I had much to say, but none of it seemed important. I was helpless. A ring of fire built between my legs at his touch, portents of pleasure pushing me forward. He hitched my leg up and did a slow grind against me.

“Jonathan. I should do it. I mean it.” My words came in gasps.

“No.”

“I can help you.”

He smacked the red button on the control panel, and the elevator came to a halt. A bell rang in a constant clatter, but he didn’t pull away. He pulled my skirt up and hooked his finger in the crotch of my panties, sliding his finger along my wet folds.

A voice came over the intercom. “What’s your emergency?” It sounded automated, as if there really wasn’t someone on the other end.

He turned to the panel and said something in a language I didn’t understand, then put his lips on mine as if it was our last kiss.

“Can you repeat that?” asked the voice robotically.

He repeated it and undid his pants, pulling out his gorgeous cock.

“I’ll have someone there in ten minutes.”

“Cameras.”

“It’s Saturday. No one’s at the desk. Whole system’s probably shut down.”

He fell into me, pushing me into the wall, a hand pulling the crotch of my panties away as the fingertips dug into my ass. I hitched my leg on his hips. He guided himself into me and thrust hard, shocking the breath right out of me. Bringing my other leg around him, he thrust again. And again.

“Oh, f**k,” I said.

“Fuck is right.” He twisted my nipple through my shirt. The exquisite pain was a direct line between my legs, making me spread them wider. He buried his face in my neck. “You are not to see her, goddess.”

“Jesus. I can’t think.”

“Don’t think.” He pushed his belly on my clit, and a thousand fireworks went off between my thighs. “Just do what I ask.” He rotated his hips, rubbing me sideways, then forward. He looked me in the eye, and let his hand creep up my face. He slipped a finger in my mouth. I tried to suck on it, but I couldn’t keep my lips closed; I was gasping so hard. He pulled it out, dragging saliva across my cheek.

“I’m coming,” I said.

“You’re coming, what?”

“Sir.”

He didn’t withhold. He pummeled me, driving forward until I cried out through clenched teeth, pressing my legs around him, praying to a God I didn’t even believe in. Jonathan’s prayer was right behind mine, and he grunted it into the spot where my ear met my neck. His purposeful thrusts slowed into jerks, leaving nothing but hot breath on me. Our chests rose and fell in time, and our mouths found each other in a gentle, satisfied kiss.

The alarm suddenly seemed louder and more annoying, and the elevator cold and hard. Only Jonathan’s face, as it took up the whole of my vision, was soft and inviting. He pulled himself from me and gently lowered my legs. As I straightened my skirt, he pressed the alarm button. Blissful silence followed, and the elevator jerked down.

I had about thirty seconds to say what I wanted to say, and I was not eager to do it. “I’m going. She’s wanted to tell me something for a month, and it’s time I heard it.”

He pressed his lips together. “No.”

“You have to trust me. I committed to you. That means something.”

“I get it. You don’t need to prove it to me.”

“I’m not trying to prove anything to you. I don’t have to. I dedicated myself to you. I gave my body to you. That doesn’t mean I’m suddenly more compliant.”

Chapter 6.

JONATHAN

I put Monica in the Bentley so Lil could take her to work. I refused to hear another word about her seeing Jessica, but I should have acted more laid back. Such rigidity would only make her want to see my ex-wife that much more. Yet I couldn’t even pretend I would talk about it later. I had to let Monica think it was about money, but the truth was that Jessica knew too much. “Just paying her off” might have seemed cheap in the short run, but in the long run, it did nothing to protect me. I had to find a better way to manage the problem, and I needed to buy time with compliance.

My lunch with Eddie Milpas was three blocks away. I called my sister and walked.

“So?” I said.

“She’s not your type,” Margie said. “She has dark hair and a brain.”

“Thank you. I didn’t need your approval.”