Release and regret

Holly sat on Dave Marino's couch and did her best to catch her breath. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had since arriving at her boss’s penthouse. He had pinned her against his hallway wall right from the start, she’d been so addled by the curse she came twice while he fucked her hard against the wall. Then bent over the dining room table, he was hitting deep and fingered her clit and she had several in a row, enough that she seriously thought she was going to die. That was when he came inside her. He had used a condom, Holly had pulled herself together enough to make sure he did that at least.

They took a break after that. He called the office to get them out of work for the afternoon and made some food. Avocado toast with caviar wasn’t what she expected to be eating for lunch, but it was surprisingly good. After lunch her boss insisted on eating her out, and he was also damn good at that, good for two more orgasms at least, although maybe some stacked? Fuck she was tired. Now she was just trying re-find herself as he was talking to her.

“. . . I mean, if you are okay with the travel.” She had no idea what he had been talking about, she was fuck drunk (Is that even a term?) and he was just talking away.

“I’m sorry Mr. Marino.”

“Please, call me David.”

“Shit, I’d call you daddy if you want at this point.” FUCK! Why did she just say that?

He laughed. “I might take you up on that.”

The way he laughed, the smile he gave her. Damn she was trying to remind herself this guy was her boss and he was a grade-A asshole, no matter how good he fucked. And even if he wasn't an ass? With her curse, any man’s value was short term. Two fucks, she hadn’t tried a third time with anyone yet but she knew it worked twice. But even if three worked, hell four or five it didn’t matter, the leash was far too short on any relationship.

“You really are stunning, Holly.” That smile again, the “I know you want to fuck me” smile. God was he right too.

“Mr. Marino. . .”

“David”

“I think it’s better I don’t call you that.”

The smile grew, “Daddy it is then?”

You know what? Fuck it. She was enjoying this and it wasn’t like stopping now would somehow make any of this okay. She couldn't start a relationship with him, she couldn't go back to her job, doing the smart thing had gone out the window in the parking garage. Holly switched gears into Laney mode and let herself go.

“Okay,” She paused as she got up off the couch, still naked, still wearing their sweat. “Daddy, you’ve got tonight.” She swayed her hips and ran a finger across the top of her breast as she closed the distance between them. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Just tonight?” He asked.

“We both know this ends badly if it goes longer.”

“It might be worth it.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Mmmm." She purred. "I’m open to hearing your argument.”

He practically growled as he stood from the high bar stool and scooped her up in his arms. Laney squealed with delight and kicked her feet.

“Where are you taking me, Daddy?” she asked, biting her lip.

Her answer was getting tossed on his bed. Cashmere blanket, silk sheets. Damn he had expensive taste. It felt good, almost as good as his mouth on her breasts as he sucked and bit her already sensitive nipples.

“Fuck, Daddy, don’t play with me.” She cried. That did something to him, his hips were between hers in a second, her legs in the air as he pushed his way inside her.

“Mmmm, fuck!” Laney cried. She wanted this, it wasn’t about the curse anymore, she wanted to feel good. She’d been chasing drunk fuckboys for months. Wanted nothing more than guys that finished quick so she could get on with her life. She hadn’t had multiple orgasms in a long damn time, she hadn’t had sex this good ever.

He changed angles, somehow thrusting up into her as she lay on his bed. It hit the right spot and she crashed into another wave of pleasure. As she rode out her orgasm his thumb found her vulva, stroking her ridge, pushing her into another wave, higher, more intense.

“Unnnggghh!” Holly grabbed a pillow and bit it hard as he pressed hard against her clitoris, hitting her from the inside and out. She lost herself, it was too much. She tensed and released and shook and, and fuck she even left her body at one point.

She floated for a minute or two, who could count, before finding herself back in her body, finding her senses and the feeling of him still slowly fucking her. His hands on her legs, and her toe, in his mouth? Fuck she didn’t care. She was done. Every part of her felt tired, deliciously, perfectly tired.

“Holly?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you good?”

“Mhm.”

“You okay if I finish?”

“Mhm.” He could do whatever he wanted to her, she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, he had earned it.

She felt him thrusting, wished she could feel him without the condom. Luckily she was too tired to say anything about that. His hands found her thighs again, he seemed to really like her legs. That made her smile. She felt him pulse, felt him come. It felt fantastic. He found pleasure in her too.

“Damn, Holly. You are incredible.” He said.

“Mhm.” She smiled and let her head fall to the side. Her eyes fell shut, unwilling to stay open any longer.

. . .

Holly looked him over as he slept and smiled sadly. Dave had been fun. More than fun. It felt like a life-changing moment, and yet it wasn’t. She’d gone over it too many times in her head as she washed herself and then hunted down her clothes. He’d come in her twice, he was done for her. The only choice left to her now was to leave, or to tell him the truth and give him unlimited power over her for the rest of his life. That was her choice. It wasn’t really a choice. As good as he’d been, as amazing as she felt, she knew Dave Marino. He might be good at sex but he wasn’t good at being married, he wasn’t even a guy you wanted to work for. He was demanding and harsh and when he felt crossed he could be petty and spiteful. Exactly the wrong guy to tell about her curse.
Looking him over one more time Holly sighed. If the curse wasn’t real, and if she was Laney and not Holly, she could do this. She could be his for a while. Silk sheets, cashmere blankets, avocado and caviar toast, phenomenal sex, she could live like that. Of course, it would end badly, but the ride would be fun.

Holly sighed for the third or fourth time, then finally turned and walked out of Dave Marino’s bedroom, down the hall, out the door and down the elevator. She sat on a bench out side his building in the little garden until she got the notification that her ride had come. On the way home she typed out her resignation letter in an email, sent it to her boss, Mr. Marino, and then a separate E-mail saying he hoped she understood it was best for both of them if she moved on and he gave her a good recommendation.

It wasn’t till she woke up again just a bit after noon that she realized she was unemployed and needed to look for a new job.

“Fuck me.” Holly Peterson said to no one in particular.