“I feel unsure. I don’t think this stuff is made for someone like me.”
His eyes tell me otherwise. They darken even more. His smile is borderline predatorial. He may just resemble the Devil himself. “You look perfect in it. Step out of your jeans.”
I’m nervous. Excited. There’s a small bit of shame to what I’m allowing to happen. Slowly, I do as I’m told. I push my jeans down my trembling legs. My first foot is freed when I stumble, falling against him. I reach out, grabbing for his muscled thigh to hold myself in place. My hand brushes against the hardness in his pants. I take a deep breath and steady myself. I release my other foot and stand, waiting for my next instructions. What does he plan on doing to me this time? Will he use one of his toys? Will he take it a step further and fuck me? Not once has he tried to please himself or take me fully.
The thought sends a wave of insecurities through me. Why hasn’t he tried to have sex with me? Is it because I’m not what he wants? Maybe he’s not attracted to me in that way. I am too skinny. Plain. Maybe I am a freak like Sylvia calls me.
“What’s caused that look on your face, Ms. Stone?” Damien asks, bringing two hands to my hips. Suddenly, I’m spun, my front pressing against the glass. His hands trace a path along my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake until he reaches my belly. His thumbs brush dangerously close to my breasts, and I’m most certainly going to combust if he doesn’t give me the contact I desire.
Then, I remember where we are, and a burst of panic shoots through me, afraid someone will walk by and see the scene playing out before them. I try to pull away, but Damien’s hard body collides with my back, holding me in place. “Answer me.”
“I—I’m not sure why you’re doing this. With me, that is.” It’s evident he can have anyone he wants.
“I see something I want, and I take it, Ms. Stone.” He grinds into me, the cold glass brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden. He continues as if reading my mind. “No one can see you from here.”
A soft moan falls from my lips. “But you haven’t technically taken me yet,” I respond, trying to keep my voice steady. The subtle, but commanding laugh sounds in my earlobe as he leans forward, hitting me with his warm breath.
“And do you want me to take you? Would it please you if I fucked you up against this glass, knowing anyone could see? Watch you as you expose yourself, your emotions, your deepest needs, to anyone who looks? Would you like me to fuck you right here, Ms. Stone?”
I’m on fire. I know no one can see us, but just the thought of how exposed I am causing my head to shake furiously. This is not me. I don’t want that. I want normal. I want lovemaking. I want—
“Oh God.”
He grinds into me again, and my pelvic bone rubs against the glass. I’m swollen with need. Knowing how wrong this is, the ways I’m scantily dressed, allowing someone I barely know to say and do such indiscreet things to me…
“Answer me, Ms. Stone, or we’re done for today.” He reaches in front and teases my clit. The lace does nothing to lessen his touch. “Sopping wet,” he whispers, pushing aside the lace to investigate further. I close my eyes. His mental games have me already falling over the edge of exploding. If he touches me as I pray he does, I won’t last. But I want nothing more than for him to take what he wants.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I moan, my own voice unfamiliar. He enters me with one finger, and the sound from my lips grows louder. I’m embarrassed by the way he brought me to this place so easily. With each pump, I anticipate the next. And the next. Until I’m squeezing his finger, trying to breathe while remaining standing.
Damien takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks gently. “So eager. I never expected that from—”
A bang on the door startles me, and a low growl erupts from Damien. “What is it?” he barks at the door.
“Simmons,” is all Fredrick says. Damien pulls away, and instantly I feel the coldness of his absence on my back. I’m suddenly shy, afraid to turn around. I wish my clothes were closer. I look around. Shit, where are my pants?
“I need to take care of something. Stay put.” He turns and walks away. The door opens and shuts, and I’m left alone. I stay against the window, and spot Damien walk across the empty dance floor and shake hands with a man. They exchange a few words, and Damien points, instructing his guest forward. The man obeys and begins to walk. I don’t take my eyes off him. With each step he takes, he radiates such dominance—in work and in play. Just before he disappears through the far hallway, he turns, his head lifts, and he locks eyes directly with me. I know he can’t see me from where he stands, but it doesn’t stop him from bringing his finger into his mouth, sucking off the remnants of my juices.
“Jesus almighty,” I whisper, and he’s out of sight.
I hurry to dress, debating on leaving. This is out of hand. I just need to be upfront with Christine and tell her what’s really going on. Selling myself to the son of Satan was not in my plan. If she is my true friend, she’ll understand. She’ll see that I tried, and how much our friendship means to me. She should respect that I just can’t continue doing what I’m doing. I search for my phone that must have fallen out of my hoodie when Damien tossed it. I find it under the black leather couch and take a seat, checking my missed calls. No shocker Sylvia sucked up half my battery with her array of texts, each one threatening to take me down, ruin my friend, blah, blah, blah.
What the hell did I get myself into? I sigh, resting back against the couch pillow. More importantly, how do I get myself out of it?
I’M STILL IN MY MEETING. With the first passing hour, my excitement rose, knowing Jensen would be on pins and needles, anticipating my next move. The erotic image of her flushed cheeks at each possibility. I expected this meeting to be quick, but then another hour goes by, and I’m still stuck in this conference room. My fingers tap profusely on the long oak table. I stare at my right hand, remembering my finger deep inside her cunt. Her sweetness coating my finger. The taste of her. It was like no other.
I need this meeting to end.
“Mr. Cross, the numbers seem right. I suggest taking the deal. I haven’t seen anything come through this solid since we started.” Jeffery Simmons, my lawyer, sits across from me, showing me what he’s collected.
I know what the numbers look like. Good, but not good enough. I abruptly stand. “No. Keep looking. Come back when you have better numbers for me.” Simmons stands with me and shakes my hand. He knows not to say another word.
Walking out of the conference room, I head straight to my office. Glancing at my watch, I realize it’s been almost three hours. If she defied me and left, I have no problem sending Fredrick to retrieve her. I’m far from done with her for today.
Unable to get upstairs fast enough, I’m finally pushing open the door to my office, and take in the savory view of her bare legs. Satisfied, I walk over, finding her fast asleep.
“Jensen.” I rest my hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her, but she doesn’t budge. A soft, little snore echoes through my office. “Jensen,” I say again, but she’s dead to the world. Doesn’t this girl sleep? I think back, and admittedly, she’s been in my presence the past few days till dawn. I know her schedule, due to the tracking I put on the phone, and it doesn’t sit unmoving in her dorm long after she returns home.
I look at my watch again. There are only a few hours before the club opens and I need to oversee some new member invitations. My initial instinct is to wake her. Possibly with my cock in her mouth. I smile at the mental visual of her wide and wrapped around me. Her feisty tongue, her pouty lips, the little sounds of pleasure that leave her mouth. I could have easily broken her the first night. Defiled her in ways that would have left her sore for weeks. My cock jolts in my slacks at the thought of all the ways. But there was something about her that made me want to keep her dangling on the edge of innocent and mine.
I shake my head to break from my thoughts. Mine. Maybe Fredrick is right about her. There’s not
a doubt she’s a liability for the club. Her age alone should have me backing far away from her. The file Fredrick collected warned me she was only eighteen. I was hitting thirty-four. Her innocence hungered me but fucking her now was out of the question.
I stare at her chest rising and falling.
From the short amount of time I’ve spent with her, there’s no hiding just how inexperienced she is. The way her body shakes with all the unknown sensations I create for her. I would bet all are new to her as well. I never said I was a good man. Therefore, I still plan on having fun with her. It’s been way too long since someone has captured my attention the way she does. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it.
I take one last look at her before getting back to the floor when I notice her phone lighting up in her lap. I reach for it and scroll through the messages on her screen. She wasn’t lying when she said she had a problem with some little shits. The messages are rude and cruel. Threatening. My jaw clenches tightly as I scroll through the messages. I’m baring my teeth by the last one. I click on it, but it requests her password to see the full message. Rage boils inside me at the nerve of anyone who messes with what’s mine. She’s just a toy to you, asshole. But is she? I make a mental note to investigate the person harassing her and take care of it. I need her full attention. I can’t have her distracted.
Leaving her to sleep, I gather the paperwork I need and step out of my office, locking the door from the outside. She won’t be able to leave, even if she wants to.
I’m exhausted by the time I walk into my loft. The night went off without a hitch. No problems I’ve been made aware of. Jensen remained dead to the world, which was disappointing. Her damn open mouth asked for trouble from a man like me all night. My thoughts stayed dark. The need to drop everything and follow through with my fantasy of waking her up with my throbbing cock kept me on edge. I carried her to my loft around three in the morning, and she didn’t even budge. A small nudge of guilt hit me knowing I was the cause of her exhaustion. I placed her in my bed and finished out the rest of my night.
The morning sun is beginning to peek in through the shades. I unbutton my dress shirt and toss my suit coat over my chair, taking in the sight in my bed. When I brought her up here, I took it upon myself to undress her down to the red lingerie she wore so well. She’s lying on her back, her legs sprawled out, her arms stretched above her head. There’s no denying it. She looks sexy as fuck.
I step out of my pants, working around my hard on, and toss them with the rest of my clothes. My eyes never leave the spot where the see-through red lace barely covers her pussy. Damn, she’s a sight. I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around her and suck her hard until she’s quivering around my tongue. I step up to my bed and lift my knee to crawl up to her. “Jensen,” I call for her. I dip my head, bringing my lips to her ankle.
“Time to get up, pet.” I place two soft kisses up her leg. This is exactly the distraction I need after the long night. Simmons’ numbers still linger in the back of my mind. He needs to find a better deal. A better reason for me to walk away. I open my mouth wider, kissing the back of her calf. Her skin is so damn smooth. Another lick and a bite to her flesh has her squirming in her sleep.
“Wake up, Jensen. I need you awake when I eat your pussy raw.” I wonder if she can feel my growing smile as I brush my lips against her skin. She begins stirring with each caress of my mouth. “God, your skin is like silk against my tongue.”
Little muffles fall from her mouth. “Damien,” she moans. My cock jumps at the thought of her dreaming about me.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I kiss her inner knee.
“Damien,” she says again. Her eyes are still closed. Her legs become restless. She lowers her arms and drags her fingers down her belly. Fuck, if she starts fondling herself, I’m gonna fucking lose it. Her hands make it to the base of her pubic bone, my name falling off her lips once again.
“I want your fingers inside you. Now,” I demand. The need to see her fuck herself is blinding me. I sit back, taking my hands and clamping down on her thighs. “Now, Jensen.” I’m about to lose it. She’s still half asleep, but I can’t wait. I dip my head as her eyes begin to blink open.
“Good morn—”
She screams.
And then cocks her leg back and releases, kick-punching me in the eye.
Her strength surprises me as she sends me flying backward off the bed. “Christ!” I holler, hitting the floor, holding my eye.
“Holy shit, Damien? Where—what—wh—”
“What the fuck, Jensen?” I stand, cupping my stinging face.
She looks confused. “I’m sorry, I…you startled me. I didn’t realize where I was. Speaking of, how did I get up here?” She looks around. Her eyes lower to her attire and she realizes she’s only dressed in the lingerie. She jumps forward grabbing the bedsheet to cover herself. “Why don’t I have clothes on? And what…what were you doing?”
“Staring at you while you moaned my name.”
Her cheeks blaze crimson. “I was…I was not.”
“I beg to differ. Tell me what I was doing to you in your dream.”
Her embarrassment grows like a wildfire across her face “I…nothing.”
“Lies,” I growl, now angry she won’t comply and tell me what I demand to know. I give her my back and walk away in search of ice. It’s probably for the best. I don’t think I could have been able to stop myself from indulging in a forbidden playtime with her. When I return, she’s still in my bed. I’m sure she’s attempted to find her clothes, but I threw them out. She shouldn’t be wearing such ratty clothes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…uh, hit you.” I don’t jump at the chance to accept her apology. My face stings and the last thing I need is a black eye. “I said I was sorry. Geez, no need to throw daggers, pal.”
My angry eyes slice through hers. “I’m not your pal. You call me that again, and you’ll regret it.”
Her eyes light with defiance. I shouldn’t be shocked. Her lips part as she debates defying me. She wants to obey, but we both know she doesn’t have it in her.
“Pal.”
The single word barely falls from her lips before I’m on her, taking her down. Her back hits my sheets, and I straddle her small frame, holding her down. Each hand wraps around her wrists, and I pull her arms above her head cuffing them above her. “You don’t listen very well.”
Her chest rises and falls in short pants. “I’ve been told that a time or two.”
I can’t stop staring at her plump lips. “I won’t tolerate disobedience. From anyone.” The urge to flip her and color her pale skin with my palm is overwhelming.
“Looks like this isn’t going to work out then. We can just forget this whole contract deal.”
Her response irritates me. The way she denies me infuriates me. She should feel privileged to have captured my attention, but instead, she acts ungrateful and put out. Exhaustion is catching up to me and I don’t have the patience to deal with her childish bullshit. “You’re right.” I jump off her. “Get dressed. I’ll have Fredrick call you a cab.” I head to my dresser to grab her a pair of my sweatpants and a shirt to wear out of here. She can burn them once she’s home for all I care.
“Wait, why? You’re sending me home? That’s it?”
I toss the pair of sweats at her. “That’s it.” I look around for where I set my phone.
“You make this whole spectacle about demanding I’m yours for a whole month, and now you’re just done?” She’s up and kneeling on the bed.
“You’re very observant. Up we go. I’m tired and need sleep.” The sheet she was just holding for dear life is now an afterthought, falling and exposing her whole body to me. I look away before I do something I’ll regret. I find my phone inside the pocket of my suit jacket and unlock it when a pillow comes barreling at my face. That little—
“You’re really pushing my patience,” I snarl.
“Why are you just dropping me?”
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sp; “Because I’m through dealing with your childish attitude.” I bend down to pick up the pillow. On my way up, I’m smacked in the head with another one.
“That’s not a reason. And I’m not a child.”
My eyes flame with the anger boiling my blood. She’s mistaken if she thinks I won’t take her over my goddamn knee. “Knock it off,” I threaten her.
She tosses another pillow. “Take back calling me a child.”
“Absolutely not. Look at how—”
Another pillow, followed by my sweatpants and t-shirt. Her bravery shocks me when she springs from the bed. She’s in my face, her perfect tits press against my chest while her finger jabs once, twice, three times into my pec. “Why am I in this see-through lingerie if I’m such a child? That would be messed up of you, wouldn’t it? Dressing a child so provocatively? Or is it because I don’t do it for you? Is that why you haven’t tried to have sex with me?” She lifts her hands and shoves me. “You just toying with me to humiliate me? Is that it?” Another shove, but I catch her wrists, whipping her around and pushing her against the wall.
“Watch it,” I warn her. Her mouth may be causing my cock to swell, but that won’t stop me from throwing her out on her ass. With her body pressed up against mine, I sense the moment her nipples harden against my chest. My lip twitches, aching to wrap my mouth over those pebbled buds and bite until I have her screaming in pain and pleasure.
“No. Answer my question.” This time her voice is softer and less aggressive. The bite in her tone gone, as she also senses the change in her body, begging to be bruised and sucked. That’s right, pet. If she can learn to behave, maybe I’ll fuck her between those luscious tits and teach her obedience by coming on her chest. The tightness of her cleavage has me hard as stone. Her sudden intake of breath is the sign I need to confirm she knows exactly how hard I’ve suddenly become.
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