Urban Climber 2 (9 page)

Months later …

After the fight with Mel, I’ve tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Sure, I want to tell her
why
I’m marrying Hugo, but I know she wouldn’t understand. How could she? Her parents don’t even
have
a mortgage they’ve got so many gold bars coming outta their ass. And yeah, I’ve tried talking to Hugo about how awkward it is living with her, but when he phones me, it’s for other reasons, and my knickers are always around my ankles. Hugo has never mentioned Ash again. He never asks how my studies are going. Never asks me how I am, or what I’m doing. Instead, it’s always the same text—two, sometimes four, times a day:

Push down your panties, spread your legs, and get ready to make me cum.

Sometimes, I text back, protesting that it isn’t a good time, but mostly, he ends up getting his way, and I have to drop whatever I’m doing and go somewhere private. The back seat of his car, the fire escape, the local toilets, my bedroom—wherever the closest place is to keep him satisfied for the time being. Thinking about it, I believe he enjoys the thrill of antagonizing me just as much as my monkey. In a lot of ways, it feels like I’ve been boxing shadows these last few months, and from the smirk that sprawls across his face every time, he knows it too.

What if I get caught half-naked and playing with myself? There would go my dignity right down the drain along with my soul. And the chances of someone catching me are so high I can almost hear the sound of my greatest fears rushing up behind me, crashing down on top of me like a snarling, saber-toothed tiger. And sure, Hugo’s never said as much, but he doesn’t need to. Every time I get that text, he’s contacting me for his end of the bargain, and no matter how horrible it is, I have to face my fate. The writing is on the wall, dripping in deep, red paint: RUN, LAURA. RUN. But I can’t. I don’t have a choice.

“Rub faster, you little bitch. That’s right, show me how creamy your fingers are.”

He’s wanking like he’s about to snap it right off. If only.

“What are you sniggering about?”

To avoid his question, I bring out the big O. Fake-out time. I’ve got it down to an art now, and it’s so guaranteed to give him satisfaction that I’m half expecting someone from the porn industry to steal my lines or offer me a job. I let out a big moan, pushing the camera between my thighs. “I’m coming, baby, I’m coming so hard.”

“Don’t you dare,” he groans, wanking faster. “I always come first. Remember?”

“You’re making me so hot, though,” I pant, “I can hardly stand it, baby.”

And then, with several grunts and groans, he blows his load—all over the screen. Yay, we’ve reached the happy ending … for now, at least.

“Do it!” he growls.

“Mmm, ooooh,” I moan, pushing my tits into the screen.

“Yeah, baby. That’s right,” he groans. “You like that, don’t you? You like getting your jugs all covered in me.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Oh, yes. I wish I could taste it.”

He smirks, wiping off the screen. “You will very soon, Laura, and you’ll be swallowing every drop.”

Shit. Why did I have to say that? Just the thought of his scent, his strong, salty taste in my mouth, makes me want to barf.

“Say something.”

“You know I struggle with that.”

He shrugs. “You’ll improve.”

I sit up in the back of his car, crossing my arms over my sheer bra. “Aren’t you getting sick of this?” I mumble. “It’s the fourth time today. Don’t you have meetings to go to or something?”

“You keeping coming too,” he laughs. “What’s the problem, doll?”

I smirk, wondering how he can be so stupid. “Nothing, I guess.”

“So darling, it’s almost that time again. You excited?”

I smile, buttoning my blouse back up “You know how much I love Christmas. I can’t wait, Hugo. It’s just the best time of the year!”

“Hey, who said you could put your tits away?”

“Seriously?” I exhale. “I don’t trust your tinting, no matter how dark you say it is.”

“So what if someone sees them?”

“Don’t be like that.”

“You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you, Laura?”

“No,” I exhale. “Why would you think that?”

“You tell me.” He sneers. “You’ve changed since you moved. You’re not as vanilla as you were.”

“If I’m not, it’s only because of all the kinky things you’ve been getting me to do on camera.”

“You like it though, doll. I know you do.”

“Oh, do I?” I purse my lips, pushing down the hem of my skirt.

“Yes. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so quick to spread your legs for me each and every day.”

“I don’t really have a choice now, do I?”

He sniggers. “Well, thinking about it, I guess you don’t. That’s a bit of a shame now, isn’t it?” I don’t want him to know how much power he has over me, but who am I kidding? He already knows. It’s as obvious as all hell, and he’s screwing the situation for all it’s worth. “So, you excited?”

“Not long to go now; I can’t believe it.” I smile. “Excited is not the word.”

“Have you started packing?”

I giggle. “Have I? I packed a
month
ago. I can’t wait to come back.”

“You sweet girl, you can’t wait to be fucked by a real man, can you?”

I shake my head. “No, Hugo.” I exhale. “It’s all I think about. You rock my boring, little world. You’re the boss of me.”

His dark eyes hood. “Say it again, without the sarcasm.”

“You’re the boss of me,” I breathe as I scan the camera down my body.

“You’re making me hard again, doll. You’re getting better at this than Fifi.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered?”

“Yes,” he sniggers. “I’m starting to not even miss her anymore.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Laura. Lately, you’ve really been hitting the spot for me. Thanks.”

I smile, pulling my panties back up. “Well, I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

“What are you putting them back on for? I told you, you’re making me hard.”

“You weren’t even like this when I was eighteen.” I exhale. “Have some self control, please.”

“Things are different now. So uncross your legs for me, Laura, ‘cause we all know you’re not as prim and proper as you make out.”

“But I’ve got a lecture in five minutes,” I whine, “and I don’t want to be late.”

“Why not?”

“Because then I’ll miss my seat.”

“Ah! There it is!” He points at the screen.

“There’s what?”

“The reason for your panic.”

“What are you talking about?” I pull a face. “You know I care about my grades. I always have.”

“Rubbish, who’s your seat next to?
Him
?”

“Don’t, Hugo.”

“Take off your clothes.
All
of them.”

“Have you lost your mind? No!” I glare into the screen. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t have time for it?” He leans forward, cracking his knuckles. “Oh well, maybe I don’t have time to keep paying your parents’ mortgage. Maybe I’ll just forget all about the payments.”

“Please, Hugo. Don’t bring them into this. You know I like satisfying you.”

He leans back into his chair, resting his hands behind his head. “Well then, you can prove it to me on the flight home.”

“You know how much flying scares me,” I mumble.

“Nonsense, it’ll be fun—take your mind off it.”

“But what about
that
girl? I never want to see her again.”

“Penelope?”

I purse my lips. “I don’t even want to hear her name ever again.”

“Fine,” he throws his arms in the air. “The whore I fucked when I had no other choice but to fly back by myself because you had to think things over.”

His words slice through my heart like a steak knife. “Hugo,” my voice cracks, “why … why are you being like this?”

“Don’t get all emotional on me,”

“How can I not? It’s like you don’t even love me anymore.”

“Don’t love you?” He sneers. “I know you suffer from jealously, so because of my deep love for you, I fired the bitch. Happy?”

“You did?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. I know you always had a thing for her.”

“Well, what can I say? I found a replacement.”

“Is that supposed to make me happy?”

“Mmm.” He smirks. “You’ll be wearing her outfit instead. With stilettos and thigh high white fishnets that I will rip off with my teeth.”

My stomach twists so violently I feel like I’m about to board his family’s jet within the next three seconds.

“Laura,” he laughs, “speak up when you’re spoken to.”

Somehow, I manage to swallow the bile burning the back of my throat. “What are you planning? Do you want me to serve the drinks or something? I guess I could do that, if you like.”

“Good one!” He laughs. “No, we’ll start off with you blowing me in the restroom, and then, once I’m satisfied, we’ll move on from there.”

“H-Hugo,” I stammer, “you know I gag every time.”

“You’ll have to figure out a way to swallow then, won’t you?”

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll have your skirt pushed high above your buttocks, and you’ll be spanked until your little white cheeks are raw from my hand. And then …”

I blink several times, trying to wake up from this nightmare. How can there be more?

“There is another hole I never got acquainted with.”

“You want—”

“Yes.” He smiles. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“But that’s supposed to really hurt.”

“And I should care because …”

“Hugo,” I pause, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Why are you being like this?”

“Stop your blubbering and grow up, will you?”

“Please let me go. I’m already late.”

“Fine,” he exhales. “Have it your way. Just remember, when I fly in to get you, don’t bother wearing any knickers.”

“But it’s weeks away yet.”

“And it can’t come soon enough.” He snarls with laughter. “I’ve got so much planned for your body.”

I turn off my phone and slip out of the backseat of his car.
How’d I get to this point in my life?
I might as well be a
prostitute
I’m at his beck and call so much. My eyes drop to the ring as it some how manages to sparkle, even in the fading light. There’s no love there, just the glare of constant obligation.