Betsy and The Beast

Eleven (Anthony)

I'd been starting to think Betsy had left when she finally rejoined me. She looked upset and I glared around the room. Who or what had upset her? Then she slipped her hand into mine and offered me a soft smile. She'd never done that before. I looked down at our joined hands and gave hers a squeeze. It felt nice. It felt right.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked, suddenly done with everyone else in that room.

"Yes, I'm ready when you are." Her voice seemed to wobble, and I studied her closely.

"Are you alright? Did something happen?"

She shook her head, "I'm fine."

I studied her another minute. She was not fine, but I wasn't going to push her in front of an audience. I could feel eyes on us, and I knew they were questioning. I hadn't brought a date to one of these things since Gloria. The fact that I was clearly here with Betsy hadn't gone unnoticed and the nosy crowd wanted details. I refused to give them anything to fuel their curiosity though.  It was nobody's God damned business. So, I said a few polite goodbyes as I pulled Betsy through the crowd, toward the exit.

In my car, on the way back to my place, Betsy was too quiet and seemed tense. So, I prompted, "Tell me what happened. I know you're not fine."

"I...you..." She couldn't seem to form words and she sighed in frustration. Until finally she said, "I'm just nervous about tonight."

It dawned on me that she was referring to me to taking her to bed. She was a virgin, so she was naturally nervous. I did what I could to reassure her, "Betsy, I want you. With every fiber of my being, I want you. However, we don't have to do anything until you're ready. I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"You forced me to quit my janitorial job and come to work on the tenth floor." She pointed out.

"That's different. I meant I'll never force you to do anything intimately."

"What if I do it wrong?" She asked, biting her lip. I wanted to bite that lip.

"There is no way you'll do it wrong." I growl, as I pull into the garage and cut the engine. I turned in my seat to look at her fully and continued, "You're already doing everything right. I'm so turned on just from you being you."

"You know, you're not really the beast everyone thinks you are."

"Don't delude yourself into thinking I'm some Prince Charming, because I'm not."

She leaned close, whispering, "You can fool everyone else, but not me. You may not be Prince Charming, but you are not The Beast either. I'm sure that role has worked for you, during business, but it's not working for me. I do want you, Anthony, but I want the real you. Will you show him to me?"

I wanted to argue that she already had the real me, but I didn't know if that was true. I didn't think I even knew the real me anymore. I'd become this tyrant business monster and I felt like that was the real me now. When I was with Betsy, though, she made me feel less angry, less bitter, and less aggressive. Was she taming the beast? Quite possibly.  Did I want her to?  I didn't think I could stop it, either way.  She made me want to be a better person.

For the first time in a long time, I felt vulnerable and I didn't think I liked it. Instead of running from it though, I asked, "Will you help me rediscover the real me?"

Betsy smiled, "Absolutely."

I smiled back and kissed her softly. I wanted to devour her, but this moment called for something sweet. When I lifted my head I said, "Let's go inside."

She waited for me to come around the car and open her door. Then I took her hand in mine and led her into the elevator. As it creeped up, Betsy asked, "Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey or seen the movies?"

Her question startled me. I had not read them or watched the movies, but I knew enough to know they weren't something I thought Betsy would be into. When I didn't respond, she continued, "I just wondered because there is a really hot scene in an elevator and that's all I seem to think about when I'm in an elevator with you."

Christ. I didn't know what happened in this scene she was talking about, but my imagination was running wild. I turned and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a devouring kiss. Betsy stumbled and I caught her in my arms before I pushed her against the elevator wall. Pulling her dress up, to give her legs more mobility, I bunched the material around her waist and lifted her. She squealed and wrapped her legs around my waist, as she giggled. I grinned against her lips and squeezed her perfect ass in my hands. The little scrap of lace I felt only spurred me on.

"I need you naked...now!" I hiss, after tearing my lips from hers. I stepped back from the wall as the elevator doors slid open and I carried her into my condo. I took my time lowering her to the floor, letting her slide down my body.  I wanted her to feel how hard I was for her.

"Shouldn't we go to your bedroom?"  She asked, shyly.

I smiled, "We will. I plan on worshipping your body in every room."

With a nervous nod, Betsy turned, slowly presenting me with her back. She took her hair and swept it to the side, as she peered over one shoulder at me. I stepped toward and put my hands on her hips, giving them a reassuring squeeze. Then I let my hands roam, before settling on the zipper at her neck. Slowly, torturing us both, I lowered it and sucked in a breath, discovering she hadn't been wearing a bra all night. I almost came undone when her dress pooled at her feet and she stood, flawless back still to me, in nothing but a scrap of lace panties and pretty heels on her feet. I knew I didn't deserve this moment with her, but I was taking advantage of it anyway. Selfish bastard that I was.

"Aren't you going to...do something?"

"Oh yes, I'm going to do a lot of something's." I growled and then swept her into my arms.