Chloe
He called at three-thirty in the morning, I watched his name light up on my display while my phone vibrated across my sheets. I’d typed out a message and hadn’t sent it, it just sat there, waiting for me to press the button. But then he called first, so I didn’t have to. I was too nervous to actually answer, but he left a voicemail, and I quickly pulled the blanket over my head and pressed the speaker to my ear.
“Glykia mou, I figured you would be asleep right now.” His was thick and tired sounding, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed I wouldn’t start to cry again. “I hope you don’t delete this without listening to it. I—well I’m flying to Sacramento in an hour and I’m hoping you’ll want to see me when I get there.” He paused and I swear I could almost see his nervous frown. “Chloe, I miss you. My suite is five-fifty, if you still have the key, you can come see me whenever you want, if not I can come to you. Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen. Kalinikta.” Goodnight.
The voicemail ended, I stared up at the patterns of my comforter in the dark, barely able to make them out.
He missed me. He was flying across the world in the middle of the night because he missed me.
I flipped over and grabbed the pillow, squealing loudly into it while I kicked my feet and my heart raced. Ohmigod I’m acting like I won the lottery over a forty-two-year-old man. I didn’t care, I actually hoped he felt the same way about me. He must have, right? I mean he called after two weeks of radio silence, that had to mean something.
I didn’t want to overthink this, but I had to call Jazmin. Hopefully she wouldn’t rip me a new one for it being this late. I dialed her number and watched it ring until a tired voice answered the other end.
“Hello?” she mumbled.
“He just called to tell me he missed me,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s flying in now to come see me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered. “You called at this ungodly hour for that?”
“Yes! I had to tell someone and you’re the only one I could think of.”
“Listen, I love you, but I’m going to egg your house next time you call to tell me some bullshit about Alex.”
“I promise not to do it again, but while I have you on the phone I have a favor to ask.”
She sighed and I heard some rustling and grumbly male voice in the background. “Ask it first and then I’ll tell you yes or no.”
“Can you get me in at that fancy salon again tomorrow – or today I guess? I want to get all dolled up for him.” Please help me out, Jaz!
“I’ll see what I can do,” she answered. “Now go back to bed and let me sleep.”
“Thank you!” I cried. “I love you and I’m going to buy us Starbucks—”
“Clo.”
“Sorry, goodnight!”
“Goodnight, freak.”
I snickered and disconnected the call. She was endearing in her own way, plus no one else would put up with my bullshit like she did. I rolled over and set my phone on the nightstand, watching it excitedly while I huddled under the blanket. I wasn’t going to stand him up, I wasn’t even making him come to me, I would go to him.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to will myself to sleep knowing that the sooner I did, the sooner he would get here.
***
High-waist jean shorts, a purple satin camisole with a faux-cowlneck that dipped down between my breasts, and a simple pair of ballet flats. That was what I decided to wear to go see Alex. The outfit was summery and fun, but it was also relaxed and I wouldn’t look like an escort going to meet a client.
I stood in Jazmin’s bathroom, adjusting my forget-me-not earrings and giving myself one last once over. My hair was a few shades lighter and meticulously styled into that “effortless” beach wave look, my makeup was light except for the bright pop of coral lipstick, and I looked like I was about ready to crash a music festival. I took a deep breath, smiled, and grabbed my quilted Versace bag off the counter.
“What do you think?” I asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “Do I look good?”
“Hot,” Jaz said in a mock Paris Hilton voice. “I might steal that top from you.”
“I don’t know if you have the tits for it, but you’re welcome to try it on anytime.” I flopped onto the sofa and scratched Nutella’s ear. “Hi baby.”
“I probably don’t but I do have those chicken cutlet inserts and some sticky bras for fancy dresses that could help me out,” Jaz mused as she continued to tap at her laptop. Suddenly she sighed, slammed it shut and tossed it on the coffee table. “Alright, you ready?”
“Yup, let’s go, Jeeves.”
She grabbed her keys off the counter and I followed her to the door. “The next thing we’re doing is getting you a license and a car so you can stop mooching off me all the time.”
“What, you don’t like driving me around?”
“Not particularly, makes me feel like the under-appreciated step-mom to some cranky teenagers at times.”
“I’ll buy you that Louis Vuitton bag you’ve been lusting over, I’m sure that’ll win you over.”
Jaz laughed and linked her arm through mine as we got to the elevators. She had no idea how weird this was, or how important, I never told her that Alex and I broke up or were fighting or anything. And if she suspected something, she didn’t show it. She was observant, but not confrontational with me, I appreciated that.
The drive to the hotel kept my mood up, the loud pop music blasting from the speakers and the wind destroying my hair made me laugh and sing along. Maybe if Alex and I were back together we would be going to the Bahamas like he’d planned. I could just imagine the four of us on the beach, this was definitely going to be one hell of a summer.
We pulled up under the canopy and stared at the two sets of doors for a minute, realizing that I should have called before now and told him I was coming instead of surprising him. It was a little too late for that now, and besides, he did say just to come by if I still had the key. I didn’t, but whatever.
“You alright there?” Jaz asked, touching my arm.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry, just zoned out for a second.” I shook my head and forced a laugh. “I’ll call you later, thanks.”
“No problem, have fun, tell him I said hi.”
I got out of the car and cast her a small wave. “I will, bye.”
She waved back and I made my way into the building as I gently smoothed out my hair. The concierge was busy with a well-to-do looking couple, I breezed past them without any notice and headed to the bank of elevators. The doors to one were already open, all I had to do was press the button for the fifth floor and wait in dead silence as it brought me closer to him.
Two months. That’s all it took for me to lose my mind over this man, and now I was heading straight to his room without even stopping to think about it first.
The doors beeped and opened up to an empty hallway that called me down to the end of it. One large window at the end overlooked the street, giving me a view of people walking by under the streetlights and the dark night sky. Alex is going to be tired. His flight was probably terrible. I wiped my clammy palm and knocked lightly on the door twice.
And nothing happened. I stood there, waiting, counting the seconds, wondering how long before I should knock again or call, or even just go home. Would Jazmin be angry if I asked her to come get me? I guess I could call a cab. Talk about a walk of shame.
The door flew open and suddenly I was standing in front of him. My gaze had been fixed downward on the floor, now I saw his bare feet and the bottoms of his navy-blue and white pajama pants. Slowly, my gaze swept up the length of him, taking in the way his pants hung low on his hips, drawing my attention to the carved dip of his groin, the V-shape that made my cheeks warm and my lips part before following the trail of chest hair that led to me being pinned by his stare. Thin stubble lined his face, dark, heavy circles ringed his eyes, and his mouth was pulled into a thoughtful frown.
Without even thinking about it, I reached out and touched his face, gently trailing my fingers across his jaw while I struggled to find the words to tell him how sorry I was, how much I desperately missed him, that what I did was childish and rash. No words came to me, but he did. His hands found my waist and suddenly he was pulling me up to meet his kiss.
I kissed him back hard, grasping at his hair, twisting my fingers in it while he crushed me to him. His tongue was in my mouth and all I could think of was how he tasted like red wine and lust. My heart raced as he grabbed at me, his hands splayed out across my back. I pushed myself up against him, standing on my tiptoes to keep his mouth on mine. Suddenly he bent down and grabbed my ass to pick me up and let my legs wrap around his waist. I moaned against him and looped my arms around his neck while he pulled us into the hotel room, the door slammed shut and almost immediately he had me backed against it.
I was dizzy from his kiss, I felt like I could barely breathe and I was quickly losing track of his hands as he groped me. I clawed at his back, moaning while he nipped at my bottom lip and pushed my shirt up my stomach.
Alex pulled away long enough for me to see the anger in his eyes. “Don’t leave like that again,” he pleaded gruffly. “Promise me you won’t run away.”
“I promise,” I whispered against his cheek, his stubble tickling my lips. “Please keep going, I need this.” I need you.
The fight to get my shirt off was a hassle and I heard the fabric tear slightly before we managed to wrestle me out of it. My bra was another story, I knew before it hit the ground that the hooks were ruined. I wasn’t really a bra person anyway and feeling his franticness, the way he grabbed me so carelessly and desperately made it even more worth it.
I would sacrifice anything he wanted me to if it meant that he would keep me by his side.
His mouth was all over me, trailing kisses across my collarbone, grazing his teeth against the side of my throat as he sucked on it, making my toes curl and my back arch against him. I was his toy, his plaything, and I just wanted him to use me because it meant that I was his. I wanted him to be mad at me, I wanted to have bruises from his fingers digging into my skin, for my neck to be covered in little hickies that would linger long after I’d gone home. I hoped I could do the same to him, I hoped that if I dug my nails in that his back it would sting in the morning and it would hurt the way his words had hurt me.
He pulled us away from the door suddenly and carried me across the room to the sofa, he sat with me perched in lap, grinding on his ever-hardening cock while he raked his teeth over my nipple. He slapped my ass and I squealed excitedly, giggling into his shoulder as he did it again on the other side.
“I missed that sound,” he said with a dark laugh. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip by overreacting…”
“You didn’t ruin anything, I shouldn’t have been rude with you when you asked those questions.” He paused and pressed a warm kiss to my temple. “But I’ll tell you the same thing I told you when we met – I don’t discuss my family. I don’t want to, I don’t have to, and that’s the last time I want to hear about it.”
I nodded. I never would have told him, but his words had that horrible feeling of someone you look up to saying they’re “disappointed” in you. At the same time, while I felt rightly chastised, I was still going to dig. Piece by piece, I would get him to open up to me. Even if it was just their names, all I wanted was for him to feel close enough to me that he would share that information. But at that moment my concern wasn’t about his ex-wife’s name or why he never talked about his son, my attention was focused on the hardness of his cock nestled between my legs and the desperate feeling of wanting to touch him.
Without saying anything, I got up and sunk to the floor in front of him. Alex’s gaze followed me and he spread his legs, allowing me to get closer to the bulge in his pants that was straining against his waistband. He surrounded me – his legs on either side of me, his hand stroking my hair affectionately, he even seemed to lean forward as I reached for his cock with shaking fingers.
I’d only done this for him a handful of times and always at night in the darkness of his hotel bedroom. It was night now, but every light in the suite was on, across the room the blinds to the balcony doors were open and the floor was bathed in the glow from the streetlights. But I wanted to prove something to him, or maybe myself, so I wasn’t going anywhere.
I shifted on my knees and pulled back his pajamas, instantly his cock sprung free and I gingerly wrapped my fingers around it. He shifted slightly, spreading his legs further apart while I began stroking him, exposing the glistening head of his cock. My mouth watered and I glanced up at him before leaning forward and dragging my tongue over the tip. The salt and tanginess coated my mouth as I licked again, slowly this time, lingering on the slit while I pumped my hand along his shaft.
Daddy moaned and twisted his hand in my hair, sparks of pain flashed through my body quickly followed by a throbbing warmth.
“That’s it,” he urged, pulling me closer. “Open your mouth, show me what you can do.”
My eyes opened, he was watching me and I held his gaze as I took his cock into my mouth. I pressed my tongue to the ridge of his shaft and sucked hard as I moved down, taking in more of him and trying desperately not to gag. His other hand tangled in my hair after a moment and suddenly I wasn’t in control anymore, he was pushing and pulling me at his own lazy pace while I drooled over him.
Daddy never looked away from me, even when he began to pant and force me down further, he held my gaze the entire time. He pushed me all the way down suddenly and held me there until I gagged and had to push back on him to let me go. I gasped and let out a strained cough, Daddy leaned down and kissed my cheek where a single tear track was already drying from when I gagged.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he whispered, pushing the hair away from my face. “Let go of my cock and make yourself come while I fuck your pretty mouth. Got it, little girl?”
I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.”
The second I let go of his shaft, he pulled me forward, forcing my mouth down his cock while he groaned in pleasure. My hand snaked down into my shorts and I cursed myself for wearing something high-waisted when I knew coming to see him would have us in this position. Thankfully, I was able to reach my already wet pussy and tease my clit, distracting myself from the way he fucked my throat.
Tears dipped down my cheeks uncontrollably because I kept gagging, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. The feeling of him taking what he wanted from me had my heart soaring and my body on fire. I didn’t care what he wanted me to do, I would do it for him. No one else could have me like he did. I opened my eyes again just as I pushed my fingers into my aching pussy, Daddy was watching me still, his eyes were fully dilated and hyper focused on me, the tension in his body was obvious. I sucked hard on his cock again as he was pulling me back until just the head was in my mouth, my tongue swirled around it and my cheeks hollowed out as I tried to push him over the edge. He groaned and tipped his head back, his chest heaving while he breathed deeply but didn’t come.
With a sigh, he gently detached me and I pulled my wet hand out of my shorts. His cock was so hard I could almost see his heartbeat while I stared at it, mesmerized by the way it dripped with my saliva.
“Stand up,” he ordered, grabbing my arm. I stumbled and he hauled me off the floor to stand in front of him. “What do I have to give you to make sure you never leave like that again?” he asked as he undid my jeans and shoved them to the floor gruffly. “What do I have to do to know that you won’t leave?”
He leaned in and kissed my hip, gently sucking on the soft skin and grazing me with his teeth as a warning. I lolled my head back and brought my hands to my chest, covering my tits and massaging them at the same time as he pressed his nose between my legs.
What could he give me that he hadn’t already?
I pushed his head away and straddled his lap, his cock was nestled between us, gently reminding me that I needed to finish what I started.
“I just want you,” I answered finally, my voice uncertain. “I want you to spoil me with attention, and I don’t want you to say that this is something it’s not again.” I paused and forced myself to look him in the eye as I said, “I want you to stop pretending you don’t care.”
Daddy’s hands gripped my hips and he repositioned me so that his cock was pushing against my opening, taunting me. “I do care,” he promised huskily. “And it would be so much easier if I didn’t.”
I pushed down, impaling myself on his length and gasping at the sensation of him stretching me once more. Nothing else mattered except for him and I was determined now that I would be the best companion he ever had. He was willing to admit he cared about me, how long before I could get him to say the L word? I was going to find out, and I didn’t care if that meant I had to push his buttons or hang off his arm like an accessory.
He told me I was his when he made love to me in Barcelona, it was only fair that I made him mine.
Daddy didn’t waste any time, he fucked me hard, dragging me back down his cock every time I rose back up, growling and slamming in just as hard as he could at this angle. I tipped my head back and moaned shamelessly while I massaged my clit and he swirled his tongue around my nipples, biting and tugging on them and making me yelp in surprise. My toes were curling as the heat and pressure built in my abdomen, my pussy was already soaked and the wetness coated both our thighs as proof.
When I came it was with a sudden gasp as I dug my nails into his arms and jerked against him. Daddy laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place was I mewled and pawed at him frantically. I’d barely come down from the high before I was bucking against him again, desperate for more.
“I’m never letting you leave again,” he told me with a wicked glint in his eye. “Not if it’s always going to be like this.”
I giggled excitedly, squirming on his lap as his fingers skittered across my ass cheek. “Keep fucking me,” I pleaded. “We can talk more later.”
He laughed and without warning he slid forward in his seat and started to lay me down on the floor. I gasped and threw my arm out to ease myself down until I was laying in front of him; my hair spread out across the rug, my legs open so he could see my freshly fucked pussy, and a look of surprise etched on my face. He stood over me looking like he was ten feet tall and his cock would rip me in two, he grasped it in one hand, stroking it slowly and I let myself reach down to touch myself, making him watch as my fingers delved deep into my cunt.
“You look so cute like this,” he mused. “I could just see your face covered in my cum. Now roll over, get on your knees.”
His voice deepened to something darker, a warning and a temptation all in one that made me obey him instantly. I’d barely gotten into position when I heard him fall to his knees behind me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my head down to the rug.
“Like that,” he growled. “Keep your back arched and your ass up.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled.
“If you’re good I might even kiss your sweet little cunt again,” he teased, giving my ass a hard slap that rang through the room and made me wince.
I couldn’t say anything before he was suddenly sheathed inside me to the hilt and I was seeing stars. My mouth hung open in a mostly silent cry that had squeaked out of me at the sensation of him bottoming out. I didn’t understand how he could possibly be deeper inside me now than he was five minutes ago, but he was and I was clenching fistfuls of the shag carpet so tightly that I was probably going to rip them out by accident.
Daddy was panting loudly as he fucked me hard, paying no mind to my cries as I was pushed over the edge again and again in little orgasms that shook me hard. I covered my mouth in an attempt to muffle my scream, but he grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. He leaned down over me, pinning me to the floor under him.
“Don’t hold back,” he warned darkly. “I want this entire hotel to know who’s fucking you. Am I understood?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pulled back and then slammed back into me again, I cried out. “Now who’s cunt is this?”
“Yours, Daddy.”
He laughed again and started fucking me faster, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me back on him. “Louder, Chloe.”
“It’s your cunt, Daddy!” I cried out.
“My greedy little cunt,” he growled. “Now beg me to come in you, show me that you deserve it.”
He’d never been this rough with me before, this aggressive, or this demanding, and every fibre of me loved it – craved it. So I did what he told me to, I begged loudly, shamelessly, for him to cum inside me as deep as he could. The words had barely left my mouth before he let out a guttural moan, slammed into me and I felt the warmth of his fluid filling my pussy. My thighs trembled and he sagged on top of me, his weight pressing me against the carpet.
I didn’t exactly know how to tell him that I liked this sensation of being a little squished, it seemed weird to voice out loud, but for the meantime I hoped he would stay there.
My breathing began to return to normal and after a minute or two, he pushed himself off me and laid back on the floor. I rolled over and snuggled up to him, tucking my head against his chest while he rubbed my hip tiredly.
“Glykia mou,” he murmured, urging me to look up at him. “I’m glad you came back. I mean that, even without the sex.”
I pushed myself up and gave him a strained kiss that made him smile and me laugh. “I’m glad I did too.” I laid my head back down on his chest and closed my eyes as I breathed in the scent of his sweat and cologne. “I’m sorry for being a brat…”
He chuckled and ran a hand through my tangled hair. “Oh, what a surprise, a nineteen-year-old acted like a brat. Someone alert the media.”
“You have a horrible sense of humor.”
“That’s because women lie when they say it’s all about the ability to make them laugh,” he told me with a wide grin and a conspiratorial wink. “It’s all about the body and the accent.”
I groaned and rolled off of him in mock annoyance. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“You’re full of me too, what does that say about you?”
I gasped and smacked his arm without thinking. “You’re so gross!”
He was practically cackling now as he pushed himself up on one arm and pulled me back to him with the other. “You begged for it, don’t act so outraged now,” he taunted.
Alex was all I could see as he loomed over me, grinning ear to ear and watching me with intense amusement. I reached up and brushed back the hair from his forehead, I knew he could see me fighting the smile. His confidence could come and go so quickly, and underneath the layers of removed indifference I could see a sad, lonely man that craved a connection so badly he was willing to pay people to be around him.
I’d never bought into that idea of the “I can fix him” narrative, the thought of spending my time fixing a broken person didn’t appeal to me. So maybe it wasn’t that I had to fix Alex, but I just had to show him that I could be trusted, then he would let people in.