𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

It takes two to make a thing go right

Arin

"Please, can we talk about it, Roger? You look mighty worried for something that hasn't even happened," I said, holding Roger's warm palms.

It's been two whole weeks since we filed a motion to move up Brandon's lawsuit. Since that time, Roger had transferred all his powers as a CEO to me for the Murphy enterprises, contemplating Brandon's next move.

For the first week, we were prepared. He knew Brandon would do anything but when he didn't, I knew he was merely preparing to go big. After all, Brandon Murphy wouldn't take things lying low.

"I can't relax knowing that my own fucking father tried ways to sink me. My own..." falling short on his words, Roger held his head between his hands. His low moaning was evident of the helplessness he was drowning in.

I too felt useless, unable to help him feel better. Pulling him up from the couch, I pushed and shoved him into the garden. After a bit of hesitation, his feet moved, aligned with mine.

"I can't believe I am putting you through all this because of my bloody father." Roger turned to me, holding my hands and running circles with his thumb over my knuckles. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

His words plunged inside my heart. Here I was, trying everything to make him don a smile and there he was, doing the same. We were two peas in a pod, two people who were meant to be. Holding his hand, I walked him in.

Roger chuckled behind. "I thought you wanted me to breathe in the fresh air. So, no more garden walk?" he mocked.

"No. You need something quick and fast and something which drives you this very instant."

The corner of his lips rose when he turned me to face him. "You know there is only one thing that is all that..."

My face felt the warmth of blood rush, knowing what he indicated. "And you think l am not good at reading people?" I asked. "Roger Murphy, you are in for a treat today."

Without any word further, Roger followed me, holding my hand. Only when we entered the bedroom did he tug me onto the nearest wall, leaning close. "What do you want babydoll?"

I bit his earlobe. His eyes rolled inwards, sliding his cold hand inside my shirt. "You, I want all of you, Roger. Just like the times you wanted me on calls."

Something dark flashed in Roger's eyes for a minuscule of a second before it disappeared. He held my hand, walking me to the bed before pushing me on the mattress. Sliding his shirt off, I watched his toned body taunt me. Pools of desire already formed between my legs, ready to make me release. He was a sight to behold and so was his body. Holding my wrists together, he tied a silk tie around it. To check the knot, he pulled it apart. I knew then, this wasn't a child's play anymore. This was about two grown-up who were willing to test their boundaries.

"You have no idea what I would do to you, babydoll," carefully placing his words, Roger mocked me, running a hand over my lower lip. He pulled me up, sliding off the silk robe. With my hands tied up front, he moved back a few steps, tracing his eyes over my naked body. I felt the warmth rise between my legs, crawling up my chest. I tiled, shielding myself from his gaze.

Roger stepped up, turning me to face him. "Do as I say, babydoll. Only as I say. Don't use your mind."

I wasn't sure if my mind would play spoilsport. I looked into his blue eyes, ready to take the plunge. "I don't... I haven't..."

I wanted to scream, not having a literal experience with role plays, I might end up ruining it all. Over the calls it was easy to pretend, nobody was watching me. But with Roger, the stakes were high. What if he realizes, I was a clumsy girl whose best performances were only on calls.