by Anise Storm
It was hard trying to find a gift for someone who essentially had the world at his fingertips. Finley also had very pronounced tastes, and she smiled thinking about the sneaking around she’d had to do in order to inventory his collection of jewelry. In no way could she afford the more expensive pieces in his collection. Hannah just wanted to see what his style was so she could get him something similar.
Gina, the housekeeper, had almost walked in on her snooping once, and Hannah had rattled off some excuse the woman had evidently bought because she’d never told Finley about it—or at least he’d never let on she had. She figured it was either gather that research or end up having to buy him something like a simple pair of cuff links, which would have been what she would have bought him before, at the time they had been merely friends.
For all she knew, they could still just simply be friends in his mind, but there were now benefits she could have only fantasized about in her younger days. Sometimes she wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, especially after nights like this one. Everything about it was special and something she would never forget.
Finally, they arrived back at the penthouse and a shiver racked Hannah’s frame when he drove into his private garage. This night was nowhere close to being over, and she could definitely anticipate how it would end.
The car turned off then Finley removed the key from the ignition. “Did you have a nice time tonight, baby girl?”
“I had a very good time. Thank you for everything this evening,” she replied then turned, intending to kiss him.
“Wait right here, Hannah,” he instructed before he exited the car. A few seconds later, he was at her door, pulling her from her seat. All the gentleness from his earlier touches was gone, and she gasped when he mashed her against the vehicle.
Chapter Eight
Pinned between Finley’s hard chest and the frame of the sports car, Hannah could feel the motor’s heat radiating through the layers of clothing she was wearing. At that moment, she cursed Mother Nature, the designers of said clothing and fate, until his hands moved to the zipper of her jacket and he slid it down. Does he intend to undress me right here? No, he wouldn’t, would he?
His grin was answer enough, and arousal stirred deep in her womb. He spread apart the wool panels. The next thing she realized, he was pushing it off her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath it, she had on a thin sweater that was no deterrent for him.
“Let’s get these layers off you, baby girl,” he said, and she looked incredulously at him. He began to remove both his leather and suit jackets. His tie followed, and he slowly started to unbutton his dress shirt.
It was then Hannah realized he was serious in his request. He stepped back and allowed her room to shake completely free of her jacket then remove her sweater. Either she had taken too long in removing her demi bra or Finley just wanted to tear something off her because the lacy piece of lingerie soon joined the rest of their clothing in a pile at their feet.
Finley pulled her flush against him and her nipples pebbled into hard peaks almost on contact. Hannah gripped his biceps, moaning while he ran his hands down her spine then back to her hips.
There were no words spoken, and her breathing grew ragged when he moved his fingers from the back of her pants to the front. He quickly unsnapped the button then lowered the zipper. A groan or two came from him as he tugged the heavy material down her legs. And just like her bra, the matching lace thong met the same fate and ended up at her feet.
He lifted her off the concrete to set her on top of the car hood.
“Are we going—” she started to ask, but he placed two fingers to her lips.
He grinned wickedly at her before bringing his hands to her thighs. With one motion, he had them spread wide open, and she watched his eyes darken with desire, looking at the prize at the center.
Hannah was already wet, although that was a constant state for her any time she was around him. A moan escaped her when he trailed two long fingers up one leg and down the other. She shivered again, goosebumps rising. The garage itself was cool, providing one sensation, while the metal of the Maserati was warm beneath her ass. Those contrasting temperatures were nothing compared to the way the simplest of touches from him set her whole body ablaze.
“I’ve wanted to taste you all night. Throughout dinner, I pictured you just like this, baby girl—wide open and dripping for me. Fuck,” he said, leaning in closer. His face was so close to her pussy she could feel his hot breath on her clit, making it ache for him more. “I wanted to take my time, but I can’t.”
Finley brushed his lips over one of her inner thighs, and it quivered in response. She could feel his gaze on her flesh, and she slowly leaned back until she was braced on her elbows. “Take me, Sir. I’m all yours.”
“Mine,” he stated, seconds before slipping his hands underneath her ass and lifting her an inch or two.
He lowered his mouth to her flesh and she cried out his name. “Finley, oh…”
He flattened his tongue, running it from her entrance to her clit then sucking the engorged bud into his mouth. He didn’t stop there, though, inserting two fingers inside her while eating at her like a man possessed. Unraveling wasn’t even the right word to describe what he was doing to her.
Hannah dropped her head and balled her hands into fists so she wouldn’t scratch the paint of his luxury sports car by digging her nails into the metallic finish. That proved a harder task than she thought, and when she was unable to hold herself up any longer, she let her arms fall and soon her entire body from her hips up was flush to the still-heated metal.
“I could fucking eat you all night,” he rasped against her swollen lips then he parted them with his other hand so he could nibble and suck his way back to her clit. He removed the fingers from her core, then her entire body tensed as he thrust them into her ass.
He fucked her with his tongue and stroked and stretched her ass with his fingers. There was no doubt in her mind he would take her in both places.
Hannah had the overwhelming need to climax. He added a third finger to her ass, and the double penetration caused her to writhe with pleasure. “Please, Sir.”
Finley removed his face from between her legs and turned his piercing gaze on her. God, has he ever looked sexier? His jaw was tensed with the strain of holding himself back. Her core clenched in anticipation. She could already imagine him inside her, moving, stroking and destroying her control, one fragile thread at a time.
He flashed a panty-wetting grin at her then brought one of his hands to her breasts. They weren’t the largest in size, but it had never seemed to bother him. Using the back of his hand, he struck each one a few times, then he wrapped his hand around her throat.
A small sense of panic filled her for a moment since she expected him to squeeze it tightly. Finley never did, though, but he continued to watch her to gauge her reaction. Hannah tried to close her thighs until he growled in warning. “Never cover what is mine.”
Immediately she spread her legs apart, moaning in frustration. Finley moved his hand toward her face then slipped it beneath her head to pull it toward him. Their lips met, and she nearly exploded.
His kiss was the complete opposite of gentle. He bit down on her bottom lip then pulled. A groan left his lips as the kiss grew rougher. She tasted a coppery drop of her own blood on her tongue.
The pain had her pussy creaming, and she arched upward, wanting to feel more. Finley was in no hurry. He seemed content to drive her crazy with his mouth and the fingers still thrusting in and out of her ass.
Hannah clamped down around them to try to selfishly hold them inside. When he did allow her to come, it would be explosive. He added a fourth finger and the fullness was overwhelming. It felt so good, and she was certain a single word would be all it would take for her to come undone for him.
Finley realized it too, which had to be why he tore his mouth from hers, leaving her to rapidly suck oxygen back into her lungs.
“I-I need to… Please!”
The last word came out a little louder and more forcefully than she’d intended. Instead of hearing the magic word, he gave a chuckle against her skin while he nibbled his way back down her body.
What had once been goosebumps turned to perspiration, a thin layer of sweat covering her body. Grabbing his head, she wove her hands through his hair until his entire body went still. “Hands above your head, Hannah. And I suggest you hold on.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. Hannah did what she had been ordered and was able to at least hold on to the other side of the car while he returned to the space between her legs. His mouth seized her clit, and she realized why. Returning to the same pace as earlier, she could only lie there, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice. It was the most sensual of tortures.
And torture was exactly what she felt this night was becoming. The rough stubble grazing the sensitive skin of her upper thigh and his teeth were wreaking complete havoc on her, keeping her hovering just on the edge.
Then, the vibration of his voice against her was like an answer to a prayer. “Now, baby, come for me!”
“Finley,” she whimpered, her orgasm sweeping over her. Finley never removed his head or his tongue. He only lapped at her like a thirsty man. She was already done in, but she understood this night was only beginning.
Chapter Nine
Fuck, he loved the taste of her. Once certain he had licked every drop of her cum, he raised his head and looked down at her pussy, still glistening for him. She would be tighter from her recent orgasm, and his cock hardened even more with the thought.
He quickly retrieved a condom from his wallet and, within seconds, had his entire length sheathed in the latex. He scowled when he thought about yet another barrier between them. He hated walls of any fucking kind, especially those pertaining to Hannah. One day he’d remedy the physical kind but not until he broke down the mental one first.
He returned his gaze to her and slowly slid it up her body until his eyes met hers. She was still dazed from a few minutes earlier, but it was time for him to take her exactly how he needed to. It wouldn’t be gentle nor would it be leisurely, at least not this first time.
“Hannah,” he whispered hoarsely, tugging her to the edge of the bonnet. Settling between her thighs, he lined himself up at her pussy. He stared at her beautiful face and a million words entered his mind. Only one actually made it out of his mouth, though. “Mine!”
Then he spread her legs farther apart and thrust forward, burying every long inch of his cock. She fit him so perfectly.
“Finley,” she gasped when he stilled inside her. She wriggled her body until he slapped the outside of one her thighs.
Her need for to move, to ease the ache building inside her again was obvious, and God knew he wanted to do the same for himself. Another second or two passed before he slowly withdrew then slammed back into her.
Again, he stopped. Hannah pleaded, but he was unmoved. It was important for him to prolong this moment, because it was during these times her vulnerabilities were visible to him. Only during the times they were joined intimately did he feel like he had a true glimpse into the soul of the woman he loved.
Love. Who would have ever thought he’d ever feel that emotion for anyone? Finley certainly hadn’t. Wetherall men were to always remain cold, calculating and in absolute control at all times. Nothing, including women, were to penetrate that exterior. Until Hannah, he could honestly say no one ever had with him.
She still didn’t know the extent of emotion he felt for her, and Finley couldn’t bring himself to openly express it, not until he had one hundred percent of her. Right now, he was lucky to have eighty percent, if even that.
The familiar pain of knowing the truth bubbled to the surface, and Finley couldn’t allow it space in his psyche, not now or ever. Withdrawing once again, he thrust back inside her, but this time he didn’t stop. The best therapy for his frustration with this godforsaken woman was to simply remind her to whom she belonged.
“I’m not going to take it easy on you, baby girl,” he warned once more, then gave in to the beast raging just under the surface.
Finley drove into her with long, powerful strokes, making sure to bottom out on each one. Hannah’s body moved with him, and it felt so natural. Her inner walls pulsed and quivered around him. She was fairly close to climaxing again.
“Please,” she said. Her gaze was unfocused and wild as she tried using it to help plead her case.
“Your orgasm is mine to give, and I’m not feeling charitable at the moment, baby girl,” he responded, almost chuckling at the incoherent words she mumbled in frustration. “Play with those pretty nipples for me.”
Scrambling to do what he’d asked, Hannah moved her dainty fingers to the hard pink peaks, and she pinched and pulled them. Her pussy clenched around him, making him have to fight his way inside her with each stroke.
Finley’s own orgasm was just out of reach and he intended to keep it that way if he could. Trying his best to ignore the rapidly intensifying burning sensation at the base of his spine, he tightened his grip on her hips.
Hannah lifted her lower body off the bonnet of the car and his balls slapped her ass with each hard and fast stroke. “God, you feel so fucking good, baby. I want to stay buried inside you,” he told her, keeping up the punishing rhythm, “fucking you over and over.”
She whimpered again, but he didn’t immediately relent. He tilted her hips so he could penetrate her even more deeply, then withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside her scorching hole.
“Please,” she breathed, her lashes drifting shut.
“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he demanded, growling when her head shook back and forth in defiance. Finley sunk back inside her before slowly withdrawing.
He brought a single finger to her, rubbing it back and forth over her clit. Her body jerked in response, and he smirked. Finley could keep this up all night and would, well into the morning, if that was what it took. He didn’t just want, but needed, the connection.
Adding another finger, he rolled her clit between them and those beautiful doe eyes finally opened for him. “So beautiful. Come for me, now!”
Hannah screamed his name and she slammed forward again. Damn. He could have come with her, but he had other plans. By that time, the spasms had lessened. He pulled out then dragged her across the bonnet. Once she was back on her feet, he spun her around then bent her over the car. Using his knee, he wedged her thighs apart.
Cum trickled down the inside of her thighs and he ran two fingers through it, collecting her essence. Finley reached around her and stuck his fingers into her mouth. Then, with his other hand, he spread her arse cheeks apart and lined his cock up at the puckered entrance. Unable to hold back on his own orgasm any longer, he thrust all the way inside her.
She cried as he groaned. The only sounds he could hear were those of their bodies slapping together. All the while, her ass clamped down around his cock. She’d feel every bit of this night tomorrow. He was determined to see to it that she did.
He tangled one of his hands through her sweat-soaked hair, fisting it. With a hard yank, he jerked her entire head back and to the side. “This arse is mine, Hannah. Your pussy…your orgasm…you. You’re mine!”
He found her lips before she could say anything and he was even more savage in the way he kissed her this time. He needed to possess her, to own her, and he’d settle for nothing less, not from her.
Then Finley’s balls tightened. In just a minute, his orgasm would consume him completely. Despite his own needs, however, he wouldn’t come without her. He reached around her to palm her pussy.
She was so wet that her cream dripped onto his skin, heating it. He stroked her flesh then finally thrust two fingers inside her pussy.
“Never forget whose pussy and arse this is, baby girl,” he ground out.
“N-Never,” she moaned.
The single word lit a fire in
side and Finley shouted, “Now!” and he drove into her one last time, finding his own release in the very second she found her third.
He kept her body pinned against the car until every last drop of his cum had been wrung from him. Finally, he let go of her hair and pulled his fingers from her sopping core. Moments later, he caught her just before she could crumble onto the concrete floor of the garage.
Finley helped steady her then placed her back on top of the bonnet. After disposing of the condom and picking up their clothing, he carried her inside through a back entrance. He would never allow her to feel a second of embarrassment, and he’d meant it when he said she was his. Hannah might not have realized how literally he took the term ‘mine’ but one day, she would.
As he entered the penthouse with her, he realized the time wasn’t right to give her his collar—and a lot more, hopefully. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, though, and waiting until then would give him more time to break down her walls. He nuzzled her neck, and Hannah yawned. Round two would put her to sleep. Grinning wickedly, he walked up the stairs to the playroom.
Chapter Ten
Thaddeus stared out of the window of his suite at the Hilton Midtown Inn in Manhattan, the city where he’d last seen Hannah. Christmas was finally over, thank fuck, and New York was buzzing with excitement in preparation for the annual ball drop on New Year’s Eve. With any luck, he’d be gone before then. Part of him actually questioned what he was doing there in the first place.
The answer was easy. He was in town hoping to find some answers. Why was Hannah here at a business function and party? And, more importantly, where in the hell has she been the last two months?
Even though it had felt more like years, the reality of the situation was she had only been gone from his life for a short time. It had been about a week since he’d last held her in his arms, but a single day was far too long, at this point. Thaddeus leaned back in his chair and thought back to that night in the elevator. She’d walked away from him. Maybe it was his own arrogance clouding the memory, but he honestly didn’t think she’d wanted to. “Then why did you, sweetheart?” he asked the empty room.