It was the fantasy of her that got him off, every time. That confused him. He always got off on the act rather than who he did it with, but now that satisfaction eluded him until he added Sarah into his imagination. “I do find you irresistible, Sarah. But I will stand by your request and keep this business only. Also, don’t believe everything you read about me. I’m no saint, but I don’t ravish every female that makes the offer. That I can assure you. I choose my women very deliberately.”
“It’s none of my business.”
“Yet you are interested. Perhaps you are lonelier than you want to admit?”
“I don’t need a man to make me complete.”
He laughed, very low, and cupped her chin in his hand. “You may not need a man, but you do want what only I can give you physically and mentally.” He squeezed slightly, and her mouth opened a little.
He nipped at her lips, sucking the bottom one into his hot mouth. Kissing at her mouth. Taking his tongue inside a little to toy with hers. He held both her wrists tight behind her back with one hand and lightly gripped just under her chin with the other.
“You see, Sarah. I want to make you feel all those feelings you have deep inside. To bring out the worst, and then the best in you.” Another soft, sultry kiss. He let go of her wrists and his hand cupped her breast, squeezing as he added a little more pressure around her throat.
The pad of his thumb pressing against her hardened nipple. “I want you trussed to the bed, blindfolded, while I show you the delights of submitting to those wicked, wicked feelings. To being mine, Sarah. Allowing me rule over your body. To give me whatever I demand without question. To set you free from the worries of the world.” He whispered close into her ear.
Her deep breathing and tense body belied her arousal. He looked back at her. Her eyes sparked. She’d moistened her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, and the shine of her freshly-licked lips drove him mad. He wet his own lips and grabbed her plump bottom lip with his teeth and drew back.
Then, he took her soft plumpness into his mouth, sucking gently on her bottom lip, savoring her sweetness, and her body trembled. She was so ripe and ready for him he couldn’t believe it. But then his cock was harder than ever, and the desire to plunge within her grew strong.
He never did that. His pleasure was extracted from the pain and discomfort of others. The humiliation and the subservience was all he needed. It had been many, many years since he’d penetrated a woman with his cock. He could shatter them to tears, and his emotions all stayed safely in check.
“You need a man who will free your desire while holding your body captive.” He moved his hand from under her chin around to fist in her hair and pulled her head back. Her gorgeous mouth was his for the taking. Not too harsh, so as not to spook her. But enough so that she gave a small, delightful whimper. He slid his lips over hers, and she opened her mouth to him, letting him take the kiss deeper and more urgent.
Brock’s control slipped, and he kissed harder, using his teeth to nip at her lips. Then, he sucked her tongue—hard—into his mouth. His moved his hand inside her stiff jacket and deftly unhooked a button of her shirt, and then another.
He slid his hand inside her tight bra and growled his pleasure when he pinched a generous nipple severely restrained by a minimizer bra. God, he needed her naked now. He needed to release them from their confines and capture each one in a gold and diamond nipple clamp. He wanted her to have a matching collar to wear in the bedroom.
Her body shuddered, as he tweaked her nipple, and he roughly used both hands to undo more buttons and push her restricting bra up over her magnificent breasts. He sucked in a breath when he saw them. Honey-colored breasts with swollen areolas served up her thick darker brown nipples for him to feast upon. Sarah gasped, and he sensed she was close to stopping him.
Brock moved quickly to the feast then. Drawing a nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard, trying to fit as much of the breast inside his mouth as he could. He squeezed his hand around her breast hard, thrusting her nipple out for him to suck on.
This was a smorgasbord to a starving animal. Brock worked over both breasts, and Sarah writhed under his hard sucking, biting, and squeezing. Her hand had gone to the back of his head, and she pulled him onto her more. He took each delicious nipple in turn, and her hips had slid along the seat a little since he was on top of her.
Brock just wanted to fuck her right here, right now. He moved his other hand up her silken thigh. The skirt was tight, but her legs parted ever so slightly, giving him room to stroke her through her sodden panties with his fingertips. She was wet. So wet for him. How could she deny herself what she obviously needed so badly?
His hand went up under her skirt, just enough to let his fingertips to caress her. He leaned in and sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. Then, he withdrew his hand from her bra and covered her hand with his, bringing it to the throbbing need of his cock straining at his suit pants. He guided her hand to rub over him, and she gave a soft squeeze. Sarah’s short breaths told him she felt this connection, this urge, just as he did.
He was as close to coming in his underwear, as any virgin lad with his first Playboy magazine. “Feel me, Sarah. Feel how I need you. This is what you do to me.”
Her hand moved on his cock, and Brock swore he’d explode right there. “Sarah.” His voice a ragged whisper. “Touch me, Sarah. Please. I beg you. Take my cock in your hand. I need you to touch me.” Even Brock could hear the note of desperation in his voice, but he didn’t care. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to be pleasured by a woman.
Years of dominating but never connecting emotionally was built up inside, and Sarah’s fingers slowly unzipped his trousers and softly slid inside where his boxers must’ve been gaping at the front. Lord her soft fingers were smooth silk wrapped around him. His body jerked uncontrollably. He rubbed her clit through her panties. “So wet for me, Sarah. So, so wet.”
He kissed her neck and up under her chin, all the way to those delectable lips. Sarah kissed him back, clearly as hungry for him as he was for her. The kiss became explosive in seconds, but somehow still remained slow and sensual. Her lips and tongue sought his, and Brock thought if this was heaven he wanted to die right now.
His senses swam with her touching him so intimately. Her thighs had widened a little more, and he deftly moved her tight panties aside and massaged her swollen nub. She opened her mouth wide to him then and leaned back.
Brock couldn’t get enough of kissing that surrendered mouth, and now two fingers could fit inside her panties. He worked her clit as fast as he could, his fingers slick with her arousal. He lifted his body over hers, as she reclined underneath him on the leather car seat. His cock was jutting out of the front of his pants now, and she’d opened her legs enough so he could slide two grateful fingers inside her tight, hot pussy.
Sarah groaned and pushed her hips up. The grip she had on him increased, and she began to jerk his cock ever so slowly to the rhythm of his fingers sinking inside her and back out. She’d tightened beneath him; he knew she was close, so he slid out of her and worked over her clit again. His fingers drowned in her juices, making the action easy. Brock worked in firm circles on the very center of her.
She whimpered and gripped him tighter. Holy fuck, he was going to explode! As soon as that thought hit his mind, he crushed his mouth to hers and pressed his fingers harder to her clit. Then, it happened.
Her beautiful body arched up to him, and her jerks and shudders became more pronounced. Whimpers and moans came from the back of her throat into his mouth, and Brock could hold back no longer. He climaxed so hard he was frozen for a second, and when he came, she kissed his mouth, as he’d done hers, like she wanted every drop from him forever. He had nothing to give anyone else.
Then, the reality hit him of what had just happened. “God, Sarah. You’re incredible.” He kissed her again, and she let him. He slid his fingers down to feel how much she’d come for him. How he longed to lick her clean.
He should’ve stopped, but there was no part of him left with the strength to do that. He needed to touch her in a way he’d never needed any woman. He wanted her with a powerful force that was bigger than himself, yet deep down he knew he shouldn’t even be thinking this could ever work.
“Brock. I…fuck…that shouldn’t have happened.” Sarah was thrusting them back into reality. But she kissed him lightly, as if she’d wanted it to happen as much as he did. “I’m a mess. My clothes.”
The vehicle stopped, and suddenly, he realized just how far he taken this. His self-control had gone AWOL. Now, this woman he revered was beside him with his residue all over her skirt. The moment was broken. “Jesus, Sarah. I’m sorry.” He grabbed a small, clean hand towel from where he kept them and removed all he could. “I’ll pay for a new outfit.”
She smiled a little. “It’s okay. It’ll wash out.” She straightened herself up. “No harm done. I’ll see you Sunday.” He sensed her embarrassment and didn’t want to make her feel worse by laboring over the fact that he shouldn’t have let it get that far. So, he let it go. But he didn’t want to let her get out of the car and walk.
“You can’t walk, Sarah. It’s almost dark.”
“I’ll be fine. Everyone knows me. We look out for each other. It’s five minutes. I’ll text you and let you know when I’m locked in safe, and then you can leave.”
“Very well.” Brock could not believe he was letting her out and not kidnapping her for the weekend. “Text me right away. Does this mean I can take you out on a date now?”
Sarah looked at him, quite sober. “No, Brock. This means we had some fun in the back of a car. It changes nothing between us.”
“Changes nothing? I don’t think—”
“Brock. Don’t…” She opened the door and got out. “I’ll text.” Then, she shut the door and left.
She was right of course. He couldn’t give her a traditional relationship. He couldn’t just love her. His wiring didn’t allow for that. He needed to dominate, to rejoice in her submission to him, to soak in the joy of the punishment he meted out. He couldn’t simply love her; he had to own her.
But if he owned her, he might break her, and that he couldn’t chance. He must leave her alone as she’d requested. He tidied himself up and pretended he could keep this professional. One thing was certain, he’d never had this feeling with any other woman. If he was capable of love, he was sure this would be it.
Chapter Six
After her shower, Sarah let out a loud breath and leaned back against the wall. What the hell had just happened? Even a hot shower couldn’t help her fathom what had just occurred. She had as much resistance to Brock as a sapling had to a tsunami. They’d had a mutual orgasm in the backseat of his limo. That should really help her case for keeping this professional.
She dressed in pajamas and went out to the main room to flop down on her tattered sofa. Even though she knew sex with Brock Devlin would be mind-blowingly sublime, she wasn’t going there, was she? How could she when she sensed his need for dominance? Her body cried out to the submissive side she hid from the world.
Her late teen years were a nightmare. After her brother died and her parents sold his stuff for more drugs, Sarah had hit rock bottom. She could no longer function under her own thought. She just wanted to let someone else call the shots and get away from her parents. If only her grandparents lived closer, even the same country would’ve been an advantage.
She’d gotten involved with a smooth-talker. He’d effectively ran her life, gotten her hooked on ice, and the rest of that year was a horrible blur. Eventually, he’d hooked up with someone younger when Sarah somehow staggered into a hospital for help one night, and they put her in rehab. She’d spent a long time in states of panic that he would come for her. But he never did, and at the time, that almost felt worse. Then, Sarah met Bella who volunteered there.
Sarah sensed the type of relationship Brock needed. Above all else, she couldn’t give him the control he sought. She’d never go back to being controlled by someone else.
All up Sarah had a full year out of studying. She might have been turning tricks on the corner to pay the rent if she hadn’t met Bella when she did. Bella helped her get clean and stay that way. Abstinence had been her life up until now. It just made things easier. Wine eased the stress, but she was still very careful with alcohol intake. It was the one thing she allowed herself because, somehow, to deny herself everything made it feel like it still controlled her.
So, the last thing she intended to do was get addicted to a man like Brock Devlin. She couldn’t give him what he needed. But she couldn’t deny her panties had never been that wet before. She was incredibly turned on by his dominance. Somehow it seemed different, but there was no way she was going to find out how different.
Despite her modern attitudes to life, Sarah still believed in good old-fashioned love. She let out a deep sigh. She just wanted her happily ever after, and to find someone who would be prepared to wait for their wedding night because they loved her and thought her worth it. She sighed again. She was really fucked up. As if that was ever going to happen.
“I can understand that sigh after the day you’ve had. But I didn’t expect to see you home yet.”
Sarah jumped a little. “Bella? I thought you were staying over at Greg’s this week.” Her best friend had her head poked through the slightly opened door. “I’m so glad to see you. Come in.”
Bella lived in the flat next door. But they had keys to each other’s places. They’d been immediate friends, and Bella had helped Sarah put all the pieces back into place. They moved into this apartment block on the same day Sarah got out of rehab and promised to look out for each other; the friendship had only gotten stronger.
“Nah. I was waiting for you. Besides, Greg is so yesterday.” Bella sat on the sofa next to Sarah. She had two tall-stemmed wine glasses in one hand and a box of wine in the other.
“Oh no. Not Greg. I was sure he was the one. You’ve been with him over a year. And it’s nowhere near Friday night. Should we even be having wine?”
“He was awesome, wasn’t he? I need wine.” The melancholy sounded in her voice.
“Too awesome to let go. Let me guess, he proposed?” Sarah was glad to have the distraction.
“Worse.”
“Worse?”
“He set me up to meet his family at dinner. They all arrived as a surprise, and I ran out. I was sure he understood why I wasn’t able to do the whole family thing.” Belle pouted a little and held out a glass to Sarah.
Sarah took it and held steady while Bella poured a ruby-colored wine in. “Perhaps after a year with you he might’ve thought you’d get over your paranoia if he surprised you.”
Belle shrugged and poured her own wine. “Guess the surprise is on him now.” She smiled her wide smile. “But enough about me. Tell me more about your day. The media has been all over it on TV.”
“Inside the courtroom was better than I could ever imagine. Such a buzz. I never panicked once. Just stuck with my facts and got the answers I needed.”
Bella flicked her hand at me. “Courtroom?…whatever. I’m talking about the real news with your Billionaire Brock.” Her voice deepened for emphasis when she said his name.
Sarah turned to ice inside. “What do you mean?”
“Let me show you.” She pushed the button on the remote control.
Sarah watched herself trying to answer the barrage of media questions with Brock glowering at reporters from behind her. She had no clue he was that close. “What the hell?”
“It gets better.”
Sarah couldn’t swallow. She saw herself almost stumble but for Brock beside her. It wasn’t that he helped her; it was the sense of ownership he gave out. She wished she hated that as much as she should, but all she could do was think of her tingling lips after his kisses.
“So, seeing as he was still upright and breathing after daring to assist you, I thought you’d be home lat
er.” Bella winked at her.
“You know I don’t do sex.” Sarah’s face felt a little warm.
Bella filled her glass again and topped Sarah’s up again. “Seriously? I think you should revise that plan.” She looked over at Sarah and did a double take, staring hard at her. “You’re blushing. Oh. My. God. You did it, didn’t you?”
“No. I never.”
“You did something. I can tell.” Bella sipped her wine. “Oh come on. You have to tell me. Take my mind off my broken heart.”
Sarah needed a big drink of wine to even get the words out. “We may have gotten a little carried away in the back of his limo.”
“His limo!” Bella shrieked and threw her head back laughing. “You’re evil. I love it.”
“We had a moment after a very high-stress, eventful day. That’s all.”
“Oh yeah…” Bella mover her hand flippantly in the air. “Just a bit of every day relaxation.”
“He’s my boss. He’s given me a job I thought I’d have to fight ten years to get, and he’s bedded half the women in the world. He has skills and clearly; I was just too emotionally weak to fight him off.”
“Annnd…you like him.”
“Don’t be crazy.”
“Don’t you be crazy. I’ve never in five years seen you even slightly interested in a man. Now you’re having relations in the back seat of a car. Did you fuck? Was there even room?”
“No we didn’t and yes there was room.”
“What did you do? Wait…did he go down on you? A man with a good mouth is worth more than a billion dollars.”
“Bella, please. We never got that far. I wouldn’t…”
“Did you come?”
Sarah felt the heat rise hard in her cheeks now. “Cut it out.”
“You did. Jesus. I have sex like the world’s population depends on it, and Miss Abstinence here gets a billionaire to make her come in the back of his limo. There is no God. You’re supposed to be cheering me up.”
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