Cherié

Chapter 8

“f**k me later too,” I demanded.

She turned to me, smirking with a tray of drinks. “Here you go,” she said and headed to the table.

The new table was indeed longer but we were now one chair short. I offered to stand but Cherie had other plans. “Lukas I need a chair.”

“Yes goddess,” he was on the floor in seconds.

“Not on the boys birthday,” Ally said.

“Are you happy Lukas?”

“Yes goddess.”

“Let it go Ally.” Bobby warned.

I took Amber by the hand. Come sightseeing with me,” I said extending my hand to her.

She stood and wrapped her arm adoringly around mine. “Yes sir.”

*****

I didn’t see Cher until the end of the night. Ally wanted to stay the night in my penthouse suite. I had made arrangements for them to stay in my place while I returned home. Little did I know Ally had other plans for me.

I opened a bottle of champagne for us and after taking a sip Ally started a confusing and obviously untrue story about how she needed to go home and feed her goldfish.

“I could keep you company.” She advanced towards me like a lioness ready to take down her prey.

“Wasn’t that your wicked scheme all along. To get me here and take advantage of me?” As soon as she was on my lap, she loosened my tie. I trailed my fingertips up her legs and across the soft folds of her ass. “You still going to try and take me?” I already knew her panties matched the yellow knitted top and skirt she wore.

She was baiting me and I knew I wanted her no matter the cost. However, I needed more than just tonight. “How about we make an arrangement?”

Her eye sparked with amusement. “An arrangement? What might this arrangement entail?”

I ran my hands down her thighs. “Your wildest dreams. Anything you want from me. No questions asked. And I get the same from you.”

“Why should I say yes?”

“We are clearly attracted to each other and Ally won’t stop until we’ve f****d again. If we make an arrangement, we control the story and how and when we engage with each other.”

“I don’t think I can. I still haven’t forgiven you for calling me a bitch.”

“Call me what ever you like. Do to me whatever you want. “

She smirked and unraveled my tie. Then she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. The amazement and excitement in her eyes was enough for me to let her enact her wildest fantasies with me. To use me however she needed. All knowing I’d get to do the same in return.

“What if I decline your offer.”

“Your loss,” I said preparing to dress.

She took my tie out of my hand. Then, she took each of my wrists and bound them above my head. Next, she grabbed my belt and looped it around my neck. She was still fully clothed and I strongly objected to that. “Is this your way of saying yes.”

“It is,” she said as she teased my lips with her own.

I looked up into her hooded eyes and cleared my throat. “We should discuss the terms and conditions of our arrangement, before either of us agrees.”

She leaned in and her warm breath caressed my ear. “Is this contractual then?”

“I think that’s only fair.”

She removed her body from mine. “Let’s start the draft.”

We were up to the crack of dawn negotiating the terms of our s****l relationship. She insisted that we keep our physical relationship a secret. That was something I wasn’t sure we could convince her friends of, especially Alma.

“I don’t want there to be gossip on campus. That’s the last thing I want and need.”

I caressed her cheek. “If someone said one disrespectful comment to you. It would be their last act on this earth,” I said with my eyes set aflame. She hadn’t agreed fully to it yet, but she was mine.

“Okay, Professor X, I can handle myself,” she insisted.

“Is there anything else you’d like to add or omit?” I looked her over giving her an opening to back out.

“Proof it and bring it over to my place tomorrow,” she said. She soon sashayed to the bathroom.

I read through the contract making sure it was as clear and concise in its language as possible. I wanted her to fully understand what she was committing to. She was going to be whatever I wanted when I had ownership of her body. There was no out after her name was on they signature line.

I knew she’d have something wicked planned for me. A test I’d never want to do. She was going to see if she could break me. If only she knew she already had.

She returned to the room in a towel that barely covered her body. I watched her ass in the vanity mirror as she went through her bag. I looked down at the screen and tried to resume my previous task, but I was already hypnotized.

Soon she found what she was looking for. She turned to me and I pretended to be reading the screen. “Did you get a good show.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. Then I corrected a typo.

She laughed and walked up from behind me. She ran her hand down my chest then over my erection. “Are you that stimulated by the editing process? Should I ban you from the library?”

“I’m not stimulated just yet. But if you care to do the job. By all means,” I said leaning back.

“You’re full of s**t. One, you were way too quiet. You always read aloud to yourself. Two, you never touched the mouse or keyboard. Now, are you going to accept that you are full of s**t? Or, do you need me to make you admit it?” She squeezed my erection and ran her thumb over the head.

I was surprised by her“I will never deny my innocence.”

She laughed heartedly and then returned to the bathroom. “What a f*****g little tease.” This long game of cat and mouse was coming to a climatic end.