Raven Beauty [b**m]

Chapter 7 — Screams

Chapter 7 — Screams

Sebastian

"Mr. Russell, you have an important call from Denver." Nina came inside my hotel room and exclaimed.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Mr. Tristan, he wants to speak to your urgently regarding a job you had given him. If you can call back, then it will be good." she said. I nodded my head and allowed her to leave.

It was evening and I had finally reached Southport, a small town in North Carolina. My mother left to her sisters house and she told me when she would return here. Her sisters lived a few miles away from where I resided. I loved the distance my mother was able to maintain because I didn't want to see my Aunt's or their wicked children.

"Hey, Tristan, you called Nina and not me?" I asked as I dialed his number and called him.

"No, I called you as well but you were too busy to pick up." Tristan replied arrogantly.

"Okay, whatever. What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

"You told me to dig about Keira Marrow and I did. I had a few men of mine who went through her past and family. Do you want me to spill the details? It's not what you expected though," Tristan trailed off, sounding concerned.

"Yes, tell me." I stood up straight and asked. I wanted to know about Keira as no one barely knew about her. I went through her resume and found nothing interesting which is why I approached Tristan as he was the only person who could help me with this.

"This is just a little bit of the information I had gotten. The rest will come slowly by next week. Keira Marrow was in foster care for most of her life, she had no family or friends until she turned 12. A couple took her in as their own child but the mother died a year later. Keira's step-father is still alive but unknown." Tristan explained, his voice seemed like he was going through a paper.

But everything what he said shocked me. I had no idea that Keira was an orphan.

"What else? What about her father? Where did she go school? Boyfriend?" I bombarded him with questions. She interested me and I wanted to know more about it.

"She was in rehabilitation for two years during 15-17 for underage alcohol abuse. She left her step-father once she was out of rehab and settled down in Denver. Completed her high-school and she's now working. As for boyfriends, I'll need some more time on that, I wasn't able to find out her school or her interests." Tristan continued.

"Rehab? Why?"

"Over-consumption of alcohol led Keira to hospital in 2012 and soon after that, she was placed in a rehabilitation center in East of Colorado. It was a residential rehab facility," he added.

"I want to know more," I stated.

"Why? What is she? Who is she?" Tristan asked with worry.

"Just someone who interests me. I'm coming by next week and once I come, I want to know every single thing. Don't miss a detail!" I said.

"Sure! How is Southport and how is Aunt Katherine?" He asked after a moment.

"She's fine," rolling my eyes, I continued. "It's good so fear, pretty dull and small though. I prefer Denver over any other town or city."

"Of course, it's your hometown after all and you control most it." He ranted.

I laughed and spoke to him for a couple more minutes before heading to sleep. The only thought that lingered around my head was about Keira, such a mysterious yet innocent girl. If I was going to do something to her then I needed to find out everything about her. It was a risk but I was willing to take it.

Keira

A few days had passed by since I last drowned myself. It really bought me relief and I was able to concentrate on work. The weekend went by great, Molly invited her boyfriend over and we had a great time together. I learned that Molly's boyfriend was actually nice and not flirty like other men. He really respected my privacy and Molly herself.

I returned back to my work the next week and apologized Gabriel for being sick and taking two days off. He shrugged it off and repeated 'you aren't any of my concern'. I wasn't able to understand what he meant by that. I still worked under him and he could've used this to deduct my salary or fire me but he didn't. The change in Gabriel's behavior really surprised me. He had never been like that before.

When Amanda asked for an off because of her periods, Gabriel denied and forced her to come to work or else he wouldn't mind firing her.

My shift was going to be almost over, I packed up my things and was about to leave when my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number but I recognized it.

"Hello,"

"Hello, Ms. Keira, this is Nina speaking from Russell Properties." She said.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Russell wants to see you tomorrow morning. Will you be able to make it?" She asked.

"I have work at morning, most of my shifts are at morning," I replied as I picked up my bag from the floor and waved Amanda a goodbye. Another promoter was going to come to the stand for evening.

"That wouldn't be a problem, it will be just a few minutes." she said.

"Sure then, I'll come." I said with a smile. I had no problem seeing Mr. Russell but I didn't want to skip work and spend the rest of the day getting fingered by him. For as long as he was taking care of my absence from the stand, I didn't need to worry.

I rushed home, showered and changed. Out of curiosity, I shaved myself as well, hoping something would happen. I enjoyed being with Mr. Russell, being tied up and not in control was an amazing feeling.

I yearned for his touch again during the whole night. I created up fantasies and visions in my head. I wasn't able to keep Mr. Russell out of my head—not even for a moment.

The next morning, I got dressed, wore a mini skirt so I could tempt him once again and then I left the apartment. Before I could leave, Molly stopped me.

"Why are you wearing an extra small skirt?" Molly asked as she hopped out of her washroom.

I shrugged and responded, "Just like that, they make my legs shine." I winked and walked away, leaving Molly completely startled.

Once I reached Russell Properties, I took the elevator all the way up to his office and stepped out. Nina came in my view as soon as I came out of the elevator.

"Right on time, Ms. Keira." She said with a smile. "Please, follow me."

I followed Nina to Mr. Russell's office. She knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in,"

I could already feel my black panties getting wet from his voice. Oh God, save me. I silently begged for something amazing today. I felt anxious as I stepped inside his office along with Nina.

"Mr. Russell," she called out and he looked to my side.

"You can leave us," He said to Nina who quickly walked out.

Mr. Russell seemed more freshened today, I couldn't get my hands on what was different in him, the beard, the hair or his tone—or maybe it was just me seeing him after a long, agonizing week.

His eyes studied me for a moment. I felt shivers run down my spine as he glared at my skirt with anger.

"Didn't I warn you?" Mr. Russell asked.

I sat on one of the seats and folded my legs across one and another. The skirt rode up more, showing more skin to Mr. Russell.

"Oops, I forgot again." I said as I looked down. He was definitely tempted but I didn't want to get on his nerves—or maybe I did. I stood up and turned around while looking at my clothes.

My shirt was awfully small, the buttons were screaming to be opened, especially around my breasts.

"I don't see anything wrong..." I trailed off as I went closer to him. I placed my hands on my hips and continued. "Do you see something wrong, Mr. Russell?"

He leaned back and took a deep breath silently. Not even for a minute his eyes left my legs.

"Of course not, nothing wrong. Especially now that you are going to be in back office, I wouldn't mind at all if you wandered around all naked. No issues at all," Mr. Russell explained.

My mouth hung open, "What?!" I exclaimed.

"I have decided to put you in back office instead of being by a stand in a mall where a million of people pass by everyday," he continued.

"No, no," I mumbled with worry. I had no skills to be in back office. I barely completed high-school and I liked being a promoter.

"But I like my job, I'm fine with it," I said. As the tension grew, I stopped maintaining my posture to tempt Mr. Russell because this wasn't about it anymore.

He stopped up and slid his hands around my thighs, "But I have a problem, Ms. Keira." He whispered in my ears.

Then solve it by yourself. I thought. I didn't have the guts to straightforwardly say that to him because then I wouldn't be here anymore to either be a promoter or be in the back office.

"I'm fine with being a promoter," I argued.

"I'm not fine with it," he looked into my eyes and stated.

"I swear, I don't dress up like this—it was just for today. Normally, I wear properly clothes and I don't do anything wrong." I quickly said, hoping it would change his mind.

"My decision is final," Mr. Russell said.

I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it. I had no idea which job was this man giving to me. I had no experience, no degree, nothing at all!

"Oh, when you are here..." He trailed his cold hand up towards my heated core. "You can be naked, I wouldn't mind." He said.

I actually took that thought into consideration. Mr. Russell was trying to keep me in front of his eyes, in a back office so I wouldn't flash myself to anyone—accidentally or purposely.

"You know there are men in this place too," my lips curled into a smile.

"Don't worry about them. After today, they won't even look at you." He said.

I raised an eyebrow in fear. What was he going to do to me? "What?"

"Nothing, kitten, don't play to hard or you'll end up losing." Mr. Russell said as he cupped my p***y. Grinding myself on his hands, my legs felt wobbly and weak underneath his touch.

After making me wet, Mr. Russell removed his hand from my skirt and pressed a button on his desk.

"No, I want more." I said as I grabbed his hand. Why did he always do like this? Leave me in the middle of my pleasure?

"You don't make the rules," He stated.

"Okay, okay..." I dropped his hand and bought my fists together. "Tie me, I'll listen and then touch me...please." I felt horrible for begging to be pleasured but at the same time I enjoyed it.

He looked down to my wrists and thought about it for a second. "I don't want to bruise your pretty little wrists," He whispered as he trailed his finger down my skin.

"No," I shook my head immediately. "It's okay, I like it."

I was clenching my legs together because I wanted him to touch me again and again. My insides were burning for his touch—his magical thick fingers. When I thought about them, my panties got more damp with my wetness. I could literally feel it now.

Mr. Russell finally agreed, after a lot of persuasion, he tied me up and threw me over his desk before blindfolding me. I didn't find the blindfold necessary but I guess he liked it. He clutched onto my thighs and unzipped the skirt that easily came off but he didn't remove it entirely. He removed my panties and discarded them. As the cold air hit me, I quivered with uncertainty.

"Always wet," he mumbled under his raspy breath before entering one of his fingers inside me. I immediately moaned out of sweet pleasure and threw my head back. He continued to pump his fingers inside me for a few minutes and then he stopped. I felt his hands move away from my body entirely.

I gasped as his warm breath tickled around my p***y. I screamed suddenly as his tongue ran over my sore clit. My fingernails scratched the wooden desk underneath me. I pressed myself closer to him and he dived in me like I was a chocolate dessert. The feeling of his tongue around my p***y was something I could never explain.

I continued to scream loudly for as long as his tongue devoured.

"f**k, f**k, f**k," I arched my back and moaned as I came closer to my climax. Mr. Russell didn't stop, he continued for as long as he wished, he entered his fingers inside me and used his tongue—both at the same time.

My insides clenched as I came for the second time. My p***y was completely sore now, anything that touched it send shocks across my body.

He still didn't stop.

I came once more, screaming and thrashing my legs out of pleasure and only then he stopped. Mr. Russell gave me some time to breath and relax. He removed my blindfold and kissed me on my lips, allowing me to taste my own c*m. Hungrily, I kissed him back but he stopped.

"You scream too much, kitten." He whispered in my ear before turning me around and undoing my ropes. The way he tied my ropes was professional, like he had done this with a hundred other women.

"I...have to go to the washroom," I said as I rested my ass on the desk.

"It's there," Mr. Russell said while pointing at door inside his office. The last time he told me to go to the washroom outside his office.

"But I tho—"

Before I could complete, he cut me off. "Quick go clean yourself before I do something else."

I rushed my miserable self to the washroom and cleaned myself. I was soaked in c*m—a lot of it. I wore my skirt but I wasn't able to find my panties.

I came out and looked at Mr. Russell who was smiling and waiting for me. "Looking for this?" He asked as he raised my panties.

"Yes, I want them,"

"No, I think I'll keep them." He said with a smile before pushing my panties—which were soaked in my wetness, inside his pockets.

"Come on, I'll show you your office." He said while walking towards the door which wasn't closed entirely. As I stepped outside with him, I got glares from the receptionist.

Did she hear me?

I quickly diverted my eyes away from her glare and looked at the other woman who was also staring at me.

I shyly ran towards the elevator and hid myself from all those eyes.

"Did they all hear me?" I asked Mr. Russell.

"You were too loud, I'm sure the whole building heard you," He replied with a grin. That's when I realized that this all was his plan.

"You made me scream so everyone would know I was with you." I stated as I walked towards him inside the small elevator.

"I didn't make you scream, that was natural, yes, I did have a hand in your screaming." He said. The smile he had on his face screamed wicked.

"No, you did this on purpose!" I exclaimed. The elevator opened and a few men from the floor underneath Mr. Russell's walked inside. They all were laughing and whispering to each other after seeing me.

I turned around and gasped. They all heard it too. I looked up at Mr. Russell who was smirking. When the men left, I raised my finger at him in anger.

"They all heard me too. Couldn't you close the door properly? I feel embarrassed now!" I exclaimed.

"Nope, that's not my job." He shrugged.

"Such a manipulative—bit—man." I mumbled and turned away. I folded my hands and tapped on the floor with my feet. He did this on purpose so everyone would know that I was with him and while I worked here, they wouldn't approach me with sinful intentions to f**k me because they had already heard f*****g noises coming out of my mouth.

That's what Mr. Russell exactly said. After today no man will look at me in this building. He had planned this all along.

When he walked out of the elevator, I followed him.

"This is your office, kitten." Mr. Russell said as he stepped inside a room. It was really similar to Gabriel's office and it had a great view from the window.

"Really?" I jumped with happiness as I slapped my hand over my mouth to contain anymore screams.

"Yes,"

"But wait...I don't have any qualifications." I stated in confusion.

"Don't worry, it has all been taken care of. You're just a sales manger, you don't have to do anything. The training itself will teach you what you need to be taught," Mr. Russell explained.

"Sales manger? Like Mr. Gabriel?" I asked.

"Yes,"

"Oh, my, God!" I exclaimed. "Thank you so much," I quickly went and hugged him.

But I guess he wasn't used to being hugged by women.