Tricking Astrid (ch 10)

Chapter 10

Sunday morning Astrid woke to Remy fondling her. His body was half on her, his chest low on her belly. Sleepily, she gazed down at his gentle caresses on her exposed breast. How long had he been on her while she slept?
"Morning," he mumbled, his deep voice vibrating against her, "You are so beautiful. I love the softness of you."
They had made love for two more hours last night before falling asleep like zombies. She saw his gleam of intent in those hazel eyes before he slipped further up. Astrid wrapped her arms around his neck, sleepy still but willing to play. How could she deny her sexy man anything?
Remy was very, very hard she found, as he pressed slowly against her folds. Inch by inch he slipped in then out. In then teasingly out. By the time he fully immersed himself she was breathing hard, gripping his neck, fully awake.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking at her nipples as if intending to devour them. She loved waking up to him like this, seeing Remy's insatiable desire for her. Astrid was feeling great, but the usual orgasm his instant entrance caused alluded her.
Remy looked up at her lax features, figuring she needed something more. He felt a little weird not bringing her that instant release she usually had. What was he not doing? Then he grinned, realizing he usually was more vigorous. She actually preferred the rougher sex, the little minx. How had he not realized? She needed him like he needed her. She was perfect in that way.
He hardened his features, pulling out of her warmth as he sat up. Astrid gave him a cautious look, seeing his sudden change.
"What?" she sounded alarmed, also sitting, her dark hair tangled, "What's wrong?"
"Go take a shower," he used a gruff tone, swiveling off the mattress, "You'll feel fresher."
Astrid looked insulted, clamping her mouth shut. She stormed out of the bedroom in a huff. He chuckled at her swagger of indifference as she went to do exactly what he told her to do. Damn, she had a feisty side he looked forward to testing.
Remy waited until he heard the shower turn on before he joined her. He was ready to show Astrid how he could stir that deeply seeded vivaciousness she held in check. He attacked her from behind unexpectedly. She let out a yelp as he forced her face first against the tiled wall. He forced her head to the wall, one hand on the nape of her neck, the other hand slapping her wet ass cheeks hard.
She moaned, "Remy, what are you doing?"
He slapped her ass harder, "Shut up," he hissed in her ear, "I'm going to make you scream in pleasure. I want you to give me everything. Don't talk. Just do it."
She shivered against him, only nodding. Pleased, he twisted her to face him. Astrid's eyes looked half afraid, half livid with passion. He pushed her against the wet wall once more, then knelt down.
Remy stroked that velvety softness between her legs. She lifted one leg up on the side of the tub, giving him better access. Astrid placed a hand on the top of his head as the water cascaded down.
Remy licked all around her outer lips before sucking her hard with his lips. She sighed, thrust towards him, grinding against his tongue. He knew how to this better than anything. He curled around her clit before moving to sticking three fingers straight up with a twist. She blossomed sweet as candy. As he tasted that sweetness knew one little trick that would send her off. He did it, seeing her knees shake as her hands gripped his hair for leverage. She screamed out a string of curses and cries he'd never heard Astrid make before.
He smugly licked his lips, "I knew I could make you squirt."
Astrid quickly realized Remy wanted to play. She could play. She'd been taught by many men on how to tease. She usually won of course since their pleasure was more important than hers.
She did the pushing now. Remy fell backward in the tub, a look of surprise showing before that smirk. She found THAT look irritatingly challenging. Under the water, she also knelt, taking him into her mouth like a possessed whore.
Remy now gasped for her. Astrid gave him a look of pure desire that almost set him off besides the fact she really knew what she was doing with her wide mouth. She cupped the muscular cheeks of his ass, bobbing on him like she was going for one thing. His climax. He shook, trying not to give her the satisfaction. She wouldn't stop, even as he pulled her hair painfully. In fact, she did it better, suctioning her lips while swirling her tongue. She pulled him fully down her throat, swallowing.
"Astrid!" he barked, nearly exploding into her sultry mouth that was sucking tightly and fervently, "Stop!"
She cupped his balls, giving his perineum a tap before she stuck a finger up his ass. That was it. His hot, thick cream shot into her ready throat. She took it all, swallowing every drop while he open mouthed panted in a daze.
She had not simply won, but now would pay. Remy glared at her smug expression realizing Astrid was more than he'd bargained for. She was his best. She had no idea how she'd shown him up by making him come like that.
"Alright?" she innocently asked, standing, "Can I shower now?"
He stood up, keeping silent. She winked, turning her back to reach for the shampoo. He stepped out of the shower, toweled off then went into her bedroom.
Where were her belts kept? The little tart would learn HE was the master of their relationship. Not her. She looked so fucking smug when he'd shot his load into her mouth. She thought he was done? Well, he could come and keep coming for as long as it took. She had no idea the ways he could keep her suspended in agonizing, obliterating, indescribable pleasure and pain.
When Astrid strode into her bedroom, Remy snapped her long, thin leather belt menacingly. She laughed. He approached her with a deadpan gaze.
"Still frisky?" she purred.
He ran a finger across her jawline, his voice was eerie and caused Astrid to stop smiling. "Let's see how loud you can scream my name today Astrid."

* Mean While *

Calder waited to call Astrid until late Sunday evening. He'd been thinking about her all weekend, even when he had picked up a chick at the club where Astrid never appeared at. He had hoped to see her. To tell her the truth and get slapped. He felt awful for deceiving her, but he found Astrid irresistible.
The blonde he had fucked had nothing to do with Astrid. He had been pissed, and she'd been slutty enough to keep pestering him. So, he had taken her to her place and unleashed some tension. The blonde hadn't even been sober enough to stop his hard playing. He'd taken her abrupt and cruel, but had gotten her off, then left within ten minutes of being inside her apartment.
Sunday around eleven he worked up the courage to call her cell. She answered, sounding sleepy.
"Calder?" she sounded confused, "What is it?"
"Can I see you before work?"
"I quit. I will speak to Chris in the morning."
He was stunned. "What? Why?"
"Because I can't work for someone I'm dating."
He grinned. His chest loosened, "Oh? So, you wanna date me? What about what's his face?"
"Remy?" her tone was detached, not at all her usual friendly self, "I will see him as well. Look, can I see you tomorrow? I'll come over to your place around six."
"Right," he frowned, "Alright, sounds good."
She hung up without another word.
Calder tossed his phone on his bed. Why did he feel as if Astrid knew about his deal with Remy? There had been no joy in her voice.
She sounded cool. Controlled.
Did Astrid think she could surprise him with accusations in person? Why would she quit her job? He thought up excuses in his head.
Shit.
Why bother? He went to bed in a sour mood. Why bother with Astrid when she was taken? She was in a relationship. Why would she want to see both he and Remy? Maybe he was wrong thinking Astrid was a sweet girl.
There were plenty of other women. Chris had already tried to set him up. Why did Astrid have to appeal to him when others did not? She was pretty, but he knew other gorgeous women. She had a nice body, fuck did she, but not spectacular as he'd had before.
Damn!
He rolled over in bed, wishing Astrid would come over tomorrow innocent of his misdeed to her. She hadn't deserved what they'd planned to do. She was not just a throwaway. Astrid was a keeper.
Calder decided to be honest with Astrid when he saw her. He owed her that when she'd only trusted him, listened to him, fucked him like she really meant to have a relationship.
He wanted Astrid.
Remy wanted Astrid.
Who did she want?
Calder fell asleep and when his alarm sounded his first thought was of the dark-haired beauty that would leave his family business. He knew not having Astrid at the office was his fault and would have to explain it to his brothers.
Calder wanted to keep seeing Astrid. Wanted to know why he couldn't stop thinking about her.

* Monday *

Astrid was terrified to quit her job. She actually liked it and few people could claim that. The pay was excellent. The nine to five, Monday through Friday was her preferred schedule in a job.
Sunday night she'd sent Remy packing. He hadn't been too happy. They'd discussed HER terms for continuing the relationship. He had gotten very stubborn, but she wouldn't be swayed. In the end, Astrid, of course, had gotten Remy to reluctantly agree.
When Calder had called, she kept it polite. Calder had seemed like a decent enough individual so she believed he may actually care for her on some level. Him asking to meet before work only meant one thing. He was going to confess.
Astrid had been surprised to hear his anxious request to meet. She figured he would keep lying to her. Astrid knew with her temperament, she would have confronted him first. She still would if he intended keeping up the pretense when they met up later.
At eight she arrived at the law building not wearing her usual attire. Instead, she wore a low-cut white cotton top and tight jeans. She carried all of her identification badges to return to Chris Lewis. Drew, the guard, gave her a puzzled wave through the security. No wink today.
Chris was in his office as Astrid knew he would be. Chris typically arrived before dawn and never left before nine at night. He was a die-hard workaholic. The clients benefited, his family suffered. Astrid took a courageous breath before rapping on his partly open door. Chris's office was large, with a bathroom and sitting area. She had seen Chris practically live in his office at times.
"What is it?" Chris barked.
She swung the door wide, waltzing in with false confidence. She would not be intimidated by his brisk manners this morning. She had to be the one with attitude. His little brother had fucked with the wrong woman.
Chris widened his eyes under his glasses, "Astrid?" he stood up from the desk, "What can I do for you?"
The sleeves on his white dress shirt were half rolled up, three top buttons were undone to expose a nicely tanned chest. Astrid had never seen Chris appear so casual, even on their late night pow-wows. Chris was the epitome of the button-up man.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Chris," Astrid gave him a genuine smile, "I need to speak to you."
He took in her street clothes with one up and down glance, "Please, sit. You know you can always talk to me. You've worked for me for what...? Three years now?"
Astrid became nervous once more after sitting in the large brown leather chair, "Yes."
Chris sat then took off his glasses, tossing them on top of files. Leaning forward, fingers interlaced, showing attentive eye contact he waited. Astrid couldn't meet his intense eyes. Chris always seemed to look at her rather oddly, even when she didn't speak.
Chris smiled softly after an awkward silence fell, "I see you have a pile of ID badges with you. Are you leaving me, Astrid?"
She blushed at his soft tone of voice. He made it sound oddly personal. Like he was sad. She swallowed hard, deciding to tell the oldest Lewis brother what the youngest was up to.
"I will be blunt," Astrid tossed her hair back, meeting his attentive gaze, "I won't lie."
He nodded, "I've known you to be very honest and forthright. I wouldn't want you to be anything but, Astrid. Please, tell me what has caused this sudden decision to quit."
How mature Chris treated her. He was a very suave man. He was nearly fifty, even if he had the body and face of thirty-something. His family good stock would always make him attractive. It was the way he spoke to Astrid now that made her realize Chris respected her. He hadn't kept her on his team for anything less than perfection.
"Calder asked me out," Astrid kept her voice even, eyes on his, although she felt embarrassed, as Chris gave a slight downturn of his lips, "I agreed, although I do have a boyfriend. He asked me to show him around as a friend. So, I went out with Calder. Several nights ago we had... sex."
"Astrid..." Chris sighed her name, sitting back in his massive chair. His attentive demeanor was replaced with brotherly knowing. He rubbed a hand over his face, gazing upward for a second as if choosing his words.
Astrid nervously waited, unconsciously biting her lower lip.
"Okay," Chris suddenly sat forward, eyes coldly returning to hers, "So, you fucked Calder, and he made you feel like a little tramp? Tossed your pretty ass out when he promised something else before? I had no idea you wanted a promotion so badly."
Astrid blinked at his crude language as well as his calling her pretty. Chris no longer looked at her like a boss, but a pervert. His smirk seemed to have everything figured out before she'd even given him all the facts. Chris obviously did not know Calder at all. No wonder Calder disliked his brothers.
"Excuse me?" she couldn't form any other words, her body shaking with anger.
"I've seen you bending over, so I'd look at your fucking ass," he leered, "Calder didn't waste time, unlike me."
"Whatever," she stood, tossing her badges at him, "You're an asshole. As a matter of fact, Calder told me he cares about me. No promises. I didn't want to work for a lover, so I quit. ASSHOLE!" she shouted.
Chris stood so fast, his chair rolled back several feet. His face was flaming red from either embarrassment or the fact she'd put him in his place, "Astrid, Calder could never care about you. He doesn't have relationships with women like you."
Astrid stepped backward, glad she had quit. Seeing the way Chris behaved made the last three years worth nothing. "You're now short one assistant, Chris. I never bent over for your ogling you prick."
"Astrid!" he stormed after her into the hallway, "I'll be speaking to Calder to find out the truth. Good luck with another firm you tease!"