So, little bit of catch up. Chloe wants Ollie as a personal vibrator. Ollie wants Chloe to play nasty naughty nurses with. Chloe wants to learn to fight. Ollie doesn't want her to.
Ohhh, the sexual tension makes the air smell so good in a morning. Speaking of…let's see how our love bunnies wake up today.
Chapter Nine; Guilty Pleasures
Chloe woke to find herself cuddled into Oliver, one leg thrown over his and looped around. She blinked up at him; still asleep. She sighed whisper quiet and untangled her bare leg from his hip only to find another blockage in her plans to get up. Her silk nighty was bunched up around her breast. Oliver's hand had clearly travelled up with it during the night and was keeping her naked chest pressed to his. She flushed and re-arranged clothing while in his embrace to maintain dignity. Ollie whined lowly and she froze, flicking her eyes back to him.
"Ollie, you awake?" she whispered, brushing a hand over his cheek. "Ollie?" No response clearly said he was still dead to the world. She pushed back in her cradle but even sleeping and ill Ollie was holding her tight, ever more so when he realised she was wriggling and pulled her fast back to him. She squeaked at the sudden involuntary movement and then gasped as her hands slapped against his chest, her thighs meeting with Ollie junior, ready and willing. "Jesus Ollie" she muttered to herself and gave in with the thought of getting up, instead favouring her arms around his chest, her head back against the pillow and a lazy lie in. Of course she was still very much so aware of little Ollie. If he was as dead asleep as he seemed… maybe he wouldn't mind her taking a slight peak. It's not like she planned to molest him, just to find out what she was missing. She 'umm'ed and 'ahh'ed, dithering on her actions for a few minutes but it seemed all her thoughtfulness and adult learned control had dropped back asleep leaving the inner wild, hormonal and horny teenager. Eyes on Ollie the entire time she drew one finger down his chest and between them both, feeling the want radiate from them in a blazing fire of sweaty passion. The muscles, weaving in tight ropes became her playground. Her hips couldn't help but join the fun, grinding leisurely to a pace time had forgot. She wanted him. Now. To hell with finding out sizes, she wanted him awake and nestled between her thighs driving her to heaven over and over till she could take no more. She wanted his rough fingers forceful and needy on her clit. She wanted his mouth sucking at her nipples. His hard length pounding relentlessly, buried deep inside her, thrusting against her sweet spot and dragging moans of his name from her lips with screams of pleasure. Between them her fingers stopped their exploration, leaping to her own body instead, slipping between her legs, her panties already soaked in anticipation. The lace shield easily moved aside, welcoming the visitation, even if it was by herself. It had been so long. She needed this so much.
The shrill of the alarm suddenly broke through her moment and woke back up the mores respectable side of Chloe, along with Oliver who rolled, slapped the alarm and flopped back down, opening his eyes to Chloe's beetroot red face.
"What's up?" he asked sleepily. She flushed further, thankfully her hand had shot out of her underwear at the noise, but that didn't make her any less embarrassed.
"Nothing." she lied "Bad dreams that's all." Only because she didn't get to finish…
Ollie took the morning off work again, watching DVD's with Chloe, something he found he rather liked a lot. He was still edgy about that morning's rude awakening and he was pretty sure she noticed the evidence of just how good his dreams were compared to hers. Still she didn't mention anything and he kept to himself, just pretending it never happened. Chloe returned, coffee in both hands, and didn't think twice before wriggling back into her previous position; feet propped on Ollie's lap, her body as far away as the sofa could allow. The movie was some silly comedy about dysfunctional couples, which despite its good reputation, neither of them seemed to be paying that close attention to the plot. Other things were more distracting. Chloe's accentuating low neck top that practically invited his hands and tongue to explore. Ollie's casual laid out pose that made her want to crawl her way up his long frame with kisses. It wasn't her fault he was so noticeably attractive, and it certainly wasn't his fault she had been front and centre in his fantasies for a long while. Who was to blame for the surrender to desire?
Finally the tension broke when Ollie had to leave for a business call. He wasn't leaving the apartment, just to his office, but the relief in the air was almost visible. Chloe dove into a new book, everyday a different one, yet all following the same plot lines. It seemed Oliver had a lovely niche he didn't want to leave. Chloe was more than happy to fall into it as well. When she would get too bored or too interested to finish the book at human speed she would tap into Brainiac for a while and flip the pages, letting them digest into her brain, immediately learning the plot twists and turns. Of course a downside of that was the exhaust using Brainiac brought and the speed of which she raided Ollie's book collection. Today though, she was feeling a little different, a little more… adventurous.
Ollie's last business call had lasted hours and she had got pretty bored, but now she saw the benefit. She could choose a more darling title. Her fingers stroked the spine of a newer book, a shiny red cover with a picture of a woman in a red dress sitting backwards on a chair while a man in a tux drew a gun at her. The title held promise though; 'Seducing Eleanor X' she had chosen it before, but after the first page she pieced together the real meaning behind the title: S.E.X. Every chapter guaranteed pleasure, in all respects. At first she flushed red and quickly returned it to the bookcase. But while Ollie was out of the room and no judging eyes, she was more than happy to curb her urges into something that wouldn't lead to almost raping the man who is putting her up since her apartment caught fire, and was also making sure she didn't die.
Like a thief on a mission she tiptoed to the cabinet and pulled out the book, taking it out of view behind the sofa… just in case Ollie should walk into the kitchen for mid-conference coffee. She almost got caught this morning, and with the weird looks Ollie was giving her, it wouldn't surprise her if he knew. But getting caught twice indulging in her wild side… she couldn't come back from that.
20 minutes was all it took to get sucked into Eleanor's world, enchanted by the mysterious man she returned to each night. An hour later and she was already quarter way through and feeling very warm, a layer of sweat shining on her pale skin. She read on, yet another chapter designed to flush her face red. Only this one took all meanings of 'dark' so much further.
'Eleanor' the dark voice purred, an arm snaking around my waist. He drew me close, lips to my ear.
'Eleanor' Like a lullaby he soothed, yet darker hints stirred in my blood. An exquisite mixture.
'Eleanor' he called again, lips moving whispers across my hair. He breathed me in, slowly drinking my essence. 'You keep coming back to me.' He suddenly snared me, snatching me close.
'Have I ruined other men for you? Or do you have no control?' I didn't dare answer the darkness.
'Maybe you can't refuse the thrills I keep giving' I felt him move, backward with careful precision pressing my back closer to his chest.
'Or do you not understand? Do you not see how I don't want you? I keep throwing you out, but you still crawl back.' He yanked back my head laying his lips on my exposed throat, his tongue stroked up in a swift lick then he rested on my pulse, sucking, marking me as his own play toy. I didn't refuse him.
'Like a pest. Do you know how to deal with pests, Eleanor?' I bit my lip and shook my head. The way his voice toyed with my name had long ago removed my speech.
'Violently' he snarled and threw me around in his arms, stealing my lips in a fierce fiery kiss. But the flames only encouraged me; the added danger to the spice rack of lust set me ablaze with flavour. He wanted to know why I came back every night to play his games. I wanted to know why I would ever stop. His hands held the blouse then forcefully ripped, scattering buttons across the floor noisily. The skirt was torn from my legs. If it hurt I didn't notice or care in the least. He was with me, that was all. Every touch design to dominate, to show me who I craved like the very oxygen of my rushing blood. My bra didn't stand a chance against his hands. The lace underwear gone faster than-
"What you reading?" Chloe jumped across the floor, her heart beating furiously in her chest. He grinned knowing how she would react and obviously pleased with the result.
"Ollie. Jesus. You almost killed me!" Her hand flew to the bird caged in her ribs. Its wings beating every millionth of a second.
"In my defence, I did call you 4 times trying to get your attention. You must have been miles away."
"Yeah, and now I'm about to pass out." She lay on the cold floor breathing in pants. He rounded the sofa and picked up the book she had thrown from her hand in fright. Before she could react he was reading where she left off.
"Anything you want to explain?" The grin was fixed solidly on his face, a rush of power across him.
She finally looked up and opened her eyes which had shut in embarrassment.
"What do you want me to say? Either way you'll twist it in that sick mind of yours"
"No, I mean it's a good book. If it tickles that side of you." He crouched down next to her. "Does it do anything for you Chloe?" he teased. She pushed him backward with her feet, watching him fall.
"Wouldn't you like to know…" she whispered. He heard.
"You know… I was going to re-consider teaching you self defence, but seeing as you aren't very social today. I might just leave…" Yet again the bait dangled before her. She sighed, knowing he would want to strike a deal. Ever the business man.
"What do you want in return?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Nothing really. Not much. Just promise me you won't go around picking on the smaller kids or anything. That you will run, and this is only a very last resort." Oh, she was expecting something else. "Also, what's your favourite chapter?" he smirked nodding at the book he still held. Yep, there it was.
"I'll tell you when I've finished." she countered "Alright, when do we start?" She took his hand and he helped her up to her feet.
"Now. But you might want to change out of jeans… something with a little more swing would be better." She swung her hips out in defiance but still headed for the stairs in a rush.
5 minutes later she trotted down with hair tied up in a messy bun, a more secure top and some beige shorts. Of course, topped of in true Chloe flair with the white slipper boots Ollie had bought for her. She had instantly fallen in love with them, being so soft and heavenly who could resist the love affair? He raised his eyebrows but said nothing and led her into her training room.
"You couldn't just buy a gym like regular billionaires?" she questioned at the sight of it. There were punching dummies, arrow targets, knives mounted on walls and your regular exercise paraphernalia lined up against the wall. It made her wonder why he would be doing his stretching and handstands in the living room with all this space. Maybe he wanted to show off his abs, maybe he wanted the sunlight on his perfect skin… maybe he hoped Chloe would wake and stare at him. Who understood men?
"You mean the regular billionaires who consider training to be target practise and have to be able to fight with a crossbow attached. No. I like to be different, what can I say?" he teased, his lips by her ear then moved past her onto the mats, loosing the shirt as he went. He stood in only some sweats and beckoned her forward.
"Ah, bare feet." he corrected as she moved to meet him.
"But they're so comfy." She tried to argue but pulled them off anyway, revealing a bright red nail polish on her toes.
"Maybe, but not practical" he justified as she wiggled her freed toes and took place opposite him on the matted floor. Desperately she tried to stop the visuals of running her hands over his chest and jumping him then and there. "Alright, how much do you already know?" She thought about that. She'd had to fight before, and when your cousin grew up as an army brat you picket up a few things that she liked to try out on you.
"Lois taught me some stuff a while back, but nothing really stuck."
"Okay, let's see what you know. Come at me." He slunk forward into a fighting pose, she just stood. Not quite knowing anything at the moment. He motioned with his hand then sighed and decided to make the first move himself. She moved around at first, mainly dodging and blocking, he didn't really give her any other options. But she was smaller and lighter on her feet. More pixyish to his macho physique. It also seemed to be that where she might not know how to fight, she was physically fit, and very bendy. Of course then she recalled taking gymnastics as a kid for a long few years, that didn't help quell the visuals at all. Somehow she ended up on the floor and pinned under Oliver's body.
"You do need some work." he noted out loud, his breath a whispered caress across her cheek. Chloe felt her impulses from the morning flood back. Maybe learning to fight with Ollie wasn't such a good idea after all. He stepped off and pulled her up with him then passed her some white tape.
"What do I do with it?" She turned it over in her hands. He rolled his eyes and dragged a punching bag from the corner and hooked it to the ceiling. Then he came behind her and took her hand and the tape wrapping her knuckles. "You're turning me into a parcel so my attackers won't notice me?" she joked suddenly feeling giddy.
"No. I'm stopping you from cracking your knuckles open. But good guess, I'll be sure to try that technique out later." he purred and she lost all giddiness. There was a chance of her cracking her own knuckles…? "Make a fist." he ordered and she complied. "No, like this." Again his hands sparked as they touched hers and re-arranged her thumb so she wouldn't break that either. There was so much she could injure and she hadn't had any other opponent than a stuffed bag and a man who wanted to get in her pants.
"Now what?" He looked pointedly at the punching bag.
"Make it swing." he told her and sat down on the floor a few metres back.
Well. Chloe was a naughty little girl, but lucky she had Oliver to keep her on the straight and narrow.
I this chapter was very much fun to write, I do like a teasing Oliver, he writes very easily and the mental images he gives me…
Oh my, there's that drool again…
Apologies for the short length, but if I split it any other ways there would be uproar inside my brain… and that would be bad. Very very bad.
Hopefully the next chapter will thrill you with its drama! It will make you mushy with its sweetness! It will seduce you with its 'hands on'ness! It's all very… 'interesting'.
Stop trying to guess the plot and be patient! I can feel your brain waves through the screen and they make me edgy that I won't live up to expectations.
