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“Okay,” she answered breathlessly, her head rolling back on her neck when I pressed harder against her clit. “I like that plan.”

“Tell me, Alexandra, how many times do you think I’ll have to fill you up with my cock before you finally come all over it?”

“I don’t know.” She moaned as I pulled my hand out from between her thighs. I slipped them under her legs and stood, quickly making my way up the stairs to said shower.

“Let’s go find out.”

24

Alexandra

My sister had sold me for sex.

I’d almost been raped as she sat there on her boyfriend’s lap, high as a kite, angry at me for not giving her money.

Erik had rescued me.

Erik had taken my virginity. I gave it to him.

Erik.

Just thinking his name helped pull me back out of the daze I kept finding myself in. We’d come into work a little before lunch and I’d struggled ever since to focus my attention on the emails in front of me. Laura kept giving me curious side-eyes but was nice enough to not ask.

So, the day progressed. I would respond to emails and stop, remembering how my sister had sold me for sex. I would remember Erik crashing in and almost killing Bill. I would remember wanting him to. Then I would remember asking Erik to make it better.

Part of me had been scared he’d turn me away again, but I’d needed to take control of my body. I needed it, and he gave it to me. It had been more amazing than I thought. I remember Leah sneaking into our bedroom at night and telling me how gross it had been, but had turned to me with a smile, telling me it’d get better.

“It was painful and sloppy. Ugh. And fast. But I guess fast was good because of the whole painful thing. But soon it will be better. And then I’ll own my body and all the boys who want it. They won’t be able to help but give me what I want if they want a piece of this.”

“Did you at least like him?” I asked.

She shrugged, staring up at our shared ceiling. “Nah. Makes it better. My expectations weren’t high and I didn’t really care. So, it makes the sucky experience meaningless. Always let your first few times be with some dumbass you don’t care about. Makes it easier to brush it off.”

My sister had been wrong. I cared about Erik and he had made it a beautiful experience. And even though I hadn’t come from sex, he always got me off.

“Well, that’s the first smile I’ve seen all day.” Laura brought me out of my memories.

“Yeah, it had been a long weekend. I think it’s just hitting me.”

“Well, whatever makes you smile like that, don’t give it up.”

“I don’t plan on it.”

I looked over at the clock and decided getting up may help distract me from getting lost in my thoughts again.

“I’m going to grab Erik his coffee.”

I thankfully didn’t run into anyone while I grabbed two cups. I figured I could use a caffeine boost too, and maybe he’d want to drink with me. I didn’t know the protocol for how we interacted at work. He’d said he wanted to enjoy me as long as I let him, but what did that mean? What did enjoy entail?

I knocked softly on his door.

“Come in.”

I eased the door open and froze when my eyes landed on Jared. Flashes of Sunday assaulted me.

Being tied to the bed, my pants around my knees, my breasts bared. Jared had been over me, seeing me like that as he cut me free and helped me cover myself again.

“Hey, Alex. How are you?” His tone was polite and neutral, like any other day at work.

“Good.” I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Just bringing Erik his afternoon coffee.”

“Thank you, Alexandra.” Everyone but Erik had begun calling me Alex. I liked that Erik was the only one who called me Alexandra. “I’ll catch up with you later, Jared.”

Jared collected his things and nodded as he walked past, closing the door behind him. I appreciated that he didn’t treat me any different. I wanted to move on from the whole thing. I knew Erik was going to take care of it in some way, and that was enough for me. I didn’t want to be coddled and constantly reminded. Because if I let myself sink into the nightmare, I didn’t know if I’d make it out. So, I pushed past it, knowing I would fall back every once in a while, but I wouldn’t live there. I wouldn’t let that night and the memories ruin me.

“Come here,” Erik ordered. I placed his coffee on his desk and went to sit back in one of the guest chairs. “No, no.” He stopped my movements and tapped his thigh like he had that morning. “Over here.”