Ransom Drysdale: Manipulation

Aching

As soon as Ransom says stop Hermione stops. She sits up, still straddling him. "What's wrong?" He holds her hips and sits up with her, readjusting her on his lap.

He had to come up with something. Anything that would make him not sound like he actually liked her. Anything to make him not sound like an idiot.

He couldn't tell her that he wanted to stop because he actually liked her and he wanted it to mean something. What he didn't know was she felt the same way. But she was going to keep going because she didn't know if the opportunity would ever present itself again.

He didn't know what to say, so he came up with something, anything that might make sense. "I don't just want to do this for your book." Even though he tried to make it not sound sentimental it did.

Hermione understood. She realized he had wanted it to be special too. He liked her. And if they stopped now, the opportunity would present itself again.

"I wasn't doing this for my book. I can't stop thinking about you. But we can stop." He smiles slightly. Ransom knows that Hermione is fully aware of his intentions to stop.

"Okay." Neither of them move. Hermione bites her lip trying to hide the smile that slowly spreads across her mouth. Their cores still on fire, still touching, aching against one another.

But her smiles dies. She gets off of him and walks over to grab her dress from off the counter. Meanwhile, Ransom puts his sweater and belt back on.

Once they're both dressed they stand in front of each other next to the kitchen counter. "Ransom?" Hermione squeaks. Shyly, soft, serious.

"Hermione?" He smirks, earning a smile from her. "I'm going to stop writing my book about you." Ransoms face scrunches together, he's confused. She could make millions off of it. Why stop? "Why?"

"I don't want you to think everything is about the book. I feel terrible that I didn't tell you from the start." She instinctively reaches for his hand and brushes against it.

"Finish your book Hermione. Just don't call me up here again until it's done." He kisses her cheek and walks downstairs. She takes a deep breath and follows.

He's already flipped the sign to open and sat behind the register. She wasn't sure exactly what he wanted anymore. She just knew she had to hurry up and finish her book.

Ransom had Hermione right where he wanted her. He had her finishing her book, half of the profit going to him. He would get money without even trying.

He just had to make sure she finished the book. Stopping where they did, that was exactly what he had needed to do. Telling her she can't have him until she finished the book, was fuel for her.

He saw the way she needed him. He felt it through her panties. This was his new plan. He'd have to hold off on sleeping with her, he didn't even need to get her to fall in love with him.

He made her ache for him and shut her down, like a dog with a bone. Telling her she can't get what she wants until she finishes her book.

And her finishing her book, means money for him. She set this new plan up for him perfectly. She gave him his new plan and made it so goddamn easy.

Hermione was still throbbing between her legs and didn't know what to do. "I-I need to go back upstairs. I'll be back, can you..?"

"I'll call if I need you." He peeks over the book he had picked up and started reading. It was now pouring rain, nobody in their right mind would want to leave their house right now.

The store was quiet. They didn't have anything else they needed to do. "I'm gonna finish my coffee and clear my head, thank you Ransom."

She runs upstairs and locks her door. She cleans her coffee cup and puts it away. Aching for a release she got into bed under her covers. Her hands tracing over her body.

She went over all the places Ransoms mouth had been and then farther down. Slipping off the lace. Sliding her tiny manicured fingers into place.

She chases after her release, only taking moments since the tease with Ransom was so fresh. Holding in her whimpers as she finally thrived. Having to use her free hand to cover her mouth.

Her mind creating images of Ransom being the one to make her let go. The thought of him was entrancing. Pretending it was him could only please her so much. She needed the real thing.

So she cleans herself up and goes back downstairs. To her little desk in the corner of the store. And writes, vigorously. This novel would be her best, and the quickest one she'd ever written.

It would still take her months to write, proofread, and publish but the second she wrote the last word in the book she would be able to pursue Ransom the way she wanted to.

Even after only a few days she knew she needed him. One way or another. The rest of the day she wrote, Ransom read. No other costumers entered the store. Ransom closed and cleaned up while she continued to write.

Never leaving her computer. She was five chapters in and her book would have twenty five. Each long, descriptive, dramatic. All about Ransom. All about who he really was.

"Do you need anything else before I leave?" Yes. She needed him. But she'd wait. "No, thank you for today. See you tomorrow?" He nods and smiles.

He was happy she wasn't acting weird after this afternoon. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight Hermione." He left and she continued to write.

She wrote all night. And Ransom laid in bed, thinking about her. About the effect she had on him and how badly he just wanted to stop thinking about her.