A Little Piece Of Heaven
The Proposition
Chapter Twenty-Six:
Eric’s POV
I can’t concentrate on anything business related. Every time I close my eyes, I think of my Angel. I remember how she feels. I remember how she tastes and how she resists me. It turns me on beyond belief. I feel like I can’t be satisfied without her.
I’ve met a couple of women who have an uncanny resemblance to her. They get me aroused and they’ve gotten me off, but there’s still something missing.
I got into my hotel room and slammed my fist through the wall. God damn-it. I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have and she is no exception. I took off my clothes and got in the shower.
I pictured our last erotic encounter. I surprised myself with how far I took things. I never expected it to as far as she did. She was magnificent. She fought until she was too hurt to fight. I remember how trying to break her felt. I’m addicted to that feeling. I’m addicted to her. No one else has been gratifying since Angela and I have been intimate together.
I rinsed the soap off of my body and got out of the shower. I dried off and grabbed my phone to call her. She always answers me.
“What do you want Eric?” She answered. I smirked as I pictured her annoyance.
“I was just thinking about you. Can’t a father call his daughter?” I asked her. She sighed.
“You’re not my father, so no.” She snapped. I’m getting hard just listening to her voice.
“Do you realize what a turn on you are? Just listening to your voice makes me want you.” I groaned into the phone. I started stroking myself absentmindedly.
“What do you want?” She repeated.
“I want you, Angel.”
“I’m not yours.” She spat.
“I’ll be home at the end of next week and I’ll be claiming what’s mine.” I growled.
“We’ll see about that.” She shot back.
“I look forward to seeing you, Angel.” I cooed. I can almost picture her rolling her eyes.
“I’m sure.”
“I know you’ve been seeing that boy.” I told her, moving my hand faster.
“Okay?”
“Have you thought anymore about my proposal?” I asked her.
“Your vague as hell proposal?”
“If you’re willing to submit to me, you can keep your little friend.”
“That’ll happen after hell freezes over.” She hissed. God. I wish I could have seen her face.
“Angel,” I moaned. I finished all over my hand. “I’ll take you, willing or not. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it. I’d hate for your friend to get hurt because of your reluctance to give in to me.” I panted.
“Is that all you wanted?” She asked me.
“Did I need another reason?” I got up and cleaned myself off.
“Goodbye, Eric.” She hung up. I tossed my phone onto the bed, before following suit. Next week isn’t coming soon enough. I don’t know if I can wait that long.
Eric’s POV
I can’t concentrate on anything business related. Every time I close my eyes, I think of my Angel. I remember how she feels. I remember how she tastes and how she resists me. It turns me on beyond belief. I feel like I can’t be satisfied without her.
I’ve met a couple of women who have an uncanny resemblance to her. They get me aroused and they’ve gotten me off, but there’s still something missing.
I got into my hotel room and slammed my fist through the wall. God damn-it. I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have and she is no exception. I took off my clothes and got in the shower.
I pictured our last erotic encounter. I surprised myself with how far I took things. I never expected it to as far as she did. She was magnificent. She fought until she was too hurt to fight. I remember how trying to break her felt. I’m addicted to that feeling. I’m addicted to her. No one else has been gratifying since Angela and I have been intimate together.
I rinsed the soap off of my body and got out of the shower. I dried off and grabbed my phone to call her. She always answers me.
“What do you want Eric?” She answered. I smirked as I pictured her annoyance.
“I was just thinking about you. Can’t a father call his daughter?” I asked her. She sighed.
“You’re not my father, so no.” She snapped. I’m getting hard just listening to her voice.
“Do you realize what a turn on you are? Just listening to your voice makes me want you.” I groaned into the phone. I started stroking myself absentmindedly.
“What do you want?” She repeated.
“I want you, Angel.”
“I’m not yours.” She spat.
“I’ll be home at the end of next week and I’ll be claiming what’s mine.” I growled.
“We’ll see about that.” She shot back.
“I look forward to seeing you, Angel.” I cooed. I can almost picture her rolling her eyes.
“I’m sure.”
“I know you’ve been seeing that boy.” I told her, moving my hand faster.
“Okay?”
“Have you thought anymore about my proposal?” I asked her.
“Your vague as hell proposal?”
“If you’re willing to submit to me, you can keep your little friend.”
“That’ll happen after hell freezes over.” She hissed. God. I wish I could have seen her face.
“Angel,” I moaned. I finished all over my hand. “I’ll take you, willing or not. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it. I’d hate for your friend to get hurt because of your reluctance to give in to me.” I panted.
“Is that all you wanted?” She asked me.
“Did I need another reason?” I got up and cleaned myself off.
“Goodbye, Eric.” She hung up. I tossed my phone onto the bed, before following suit. Next week isn’t coming soon enough. I don’t know if I can wait that long.
This is an amazing story. Some chapters were hard to read but I was hooked. Thank you for sharing it.
2/16/18