Symphony Of Control

Five

Aria's POV

The sound of my phone ringing violently cut into sleep. I stretched on the bed— the idea of not picking up crawled in but I froze when I saw the caller ID.

Mom.

I stared for a second, totally confused. They never called— I hadn't heard from them in weeks.

“Hello?” I answered a bit cautiously.

“Aria darling,” my mom's voice blared, calm and casual like she hadn't disappeared from my life for months.

“Your dad and I had a sweet conversation. We want you to come join us in Paris.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“We've sent your ticket and your flight will leave in two days from now— first class. It's time to come over, we have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” I scoffed.

“What— some designer bag to make up for twenty years of absence?”

She sighed.

“Aria, don't be dramatic.”

“No, you are the one who shouldn't be dramatic. I have a life, you can't just tell me to pack up and move in 2 days—” I snapped

“You two have left me alone in this strange house since I was a kid. The last time I checked, I didn't complain— I'm adjusting just fine.”

“But we're trying now.”

“Now?” I felt my eyes sting.

“Why now? Why not when I cried myself to sleep when I was ten? Or when I got my first period and had no one to talk to— I thought I was going to die”

“Do you still remember how I almost got r***d when I finally decided to talk to someone?”

The silence from her end was deafening.

“Just be ready,” she said.

“We'll talk when you land.”

She hung up.

I just stared at my screen. My chest and stomach tightened— what a great way to start the morning!

I didn't even know if I was sad, angry or just numb.

***

After first class, I walked straight to Kendrick's office. I didn't knock, I just stepped in— I guess that's a habit I picked up since we became close.

He looked up from his laptop, surprised.

“Aria?”

“I— I need to tell you something.” I stepped closer.

He looked up, his face couldn't hide how interested he was.

“I'm leaving for France.”

He blinked. “What?”

“My parents— they called and said I have to come meet them in Paris. I will fly in two days.”

He stared for a second then let out a dry laugh.

“That's insane.”

“Why?” I frowned.

“Because I'm flying to France too— in two days.”

“What?”

“I have a business meeting there and I'll be staying for about a week in Paris.”

We just looked at each other.

“Maybe we could… meet up,” I said softly.

“Sure… if we're lucky.” He nodded.

The room went quiet again as tension filled the air. His eyes darkened and mine dropped to his lips.

I took a slow step forward and he didn't move.

“You going to f**k me goodbye?” I whispered

He walked over and grabbed my waist. His lips crashed against mine as he kissed me like a starved puppy. His hands were everywhere— one slid into my hair, while the other dragged down my spine, then under my skirt.

He yanked it off, pulled my panties aside.

“Look who's wet already,” he muttered as two fingers pressed against my slit.

“So f*****g wet for me.”

I gasped as he teased my c**t in slow circles— my hips jerked. His lips were still on mine, biting and sucking— he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down on the couch, taking my shirt off in one move.

His mouth circled onto my t**s— tongue swirling and teeth scraping my n*****s till they ached.

“f**k, Kendrick—”

“Say my name like that again.” He growled

“Kendrick...”

He sucked harder.

One hand squeezed my breast, kneading it roughly, the other slid between my legs again, spreading me open.

He dragged a finger down my hole and pushed in, slow then deeper.

“s**t— you're tight,” he breathed.

He added another finger and my p***y closed around him. His thumb rubbed my c**t fast— I whimpered and moaned, trying to close my legs.

“Keep them open,” he slapped my thigh.

I obeyed with a shaky breath.

He went lower, dropping his knees in front of me, fingers still working as his tongue ran across my slit. He sucked my c**t then flicked it fast with the tip of his tongue.

My thighs shook.

“Oh god—f**k—kendrick please—”

He groaned, grabbed my hips and pulled me forward— his mouth devouring me. His tongue licked my folds slowly then fast and hard.

He sucked my c**t like he was angry making me cry out— my fingers tangled in his hair as I grind against his hot mouth.

“You taste like sin,” he muttered.

Then shoved his fingers back inside me, curling them deep while his tongue captured my clits again— until I began trembling.

“Gonna c*m…”

“No, you're not,” he growled.

He pulled away right before it hit, my body jolted at the denial.

I was panting, p***y pulsing and my c**t throbbing.

“On your knees,”

I dropped.

He unzipped and his c**k sprang free— already hard. I wrapped my hand around it, but he grabbed my jaw.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed.

He slid in as my lips stretched, then shoved deeper— until I gagged.

He didn’t stop, he continued f*****g my mouth with slow and steady thrusts. My eyes watered as saliva dropped down my chin.

“Take it— let me hear you choke.”

I gagged again, tears spilling. He held my head steady with his c**k slamming into the back of my throat.

“f**k— that's it. Just like that.”

I felt dizzy, used and wet— I'm so f*****g turned on.

He finally pulled out with a grunt, his c**k glistening from my saliva.

“Get on the desk. Ass up.”

I heard the condom tear open then felt the tip of his c**k rub against my slit— teasingly.

He pushed in, slow at first. His thickness stretched me open and I clenched around him moaning into the desk.

“God, you're tight.”

He started moving, deep. In no time, he picked up his pace and the desk shook below us.

He grabbed my arms behind my back, pinned me while he slammed harder. I couldn't even speak.

He pulled out, flipped me so my back could rest on the desk and shoved in again. This time faster, my legs wrapped around his torso as he thrust deep.

“f**k—”

I grabbed his arms— he was flexing. Beads of sweat formed on his chest as he focused his face like his life depends on this.

He moved one hand down rubbing my clits fast while still f*****g me hard.

“Come for me baby—” he ordered

“Now.”

I cried out as my hips jerked. Orgasm ripped through me like a fountain— he pulled out again, lifted me off the desk.

“Ride me.”

I straddled him in the chair and sank down on his c**k.

He held my hips steady making me bounce—

“You can feel how deep I am? Right? Do you feel ruined enough?”

I nodded— my thighs burned

“Yes— oh—” my moans came nonstop.

His hands were all over my body— squeezing, gripping and pulling.

I leaned in and kissed him while I rode harder.

He grabbed my waist, stood with me still on him. He laid me on the table again— this time he took me from the side, holding one of my legs up while thrusting.

His breathing turned rough.

“f**k—I’m close—”

Knock knock.

His office door sounded and we both froze.

I bit my lip, still panting…