“What the fuck are you doing?” Damien appears out of nowhere. His hand goes around my bicep, and he turns his fury onto Jake. “Get the fuck out of my club, or I’ll have you arrested.”
Jake turns to me, then back to Damien, who, may I add, looks ready to murder someone. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go, babe.”
Oh shit.
That may have been the wrong thing to call me.
Jake reaches for my arm, but Damien pulls me into him, letting him know just where he stands. “Touch her, and I’ll rip your arm off and shove it down your throat.”
Jake turns white and retracts his arm. The fury on Damien’s face says he’s leaving alone. “Uh, you okay here?” he asks, already backing away.
Too bad he doesn’t wait for my answer or search out the rest of our group before taking off.
What a pussy.
His fingers bite into the flesh of my arm, no doubt bruising me, and I jerk back from his harsh touch. “That was my date you just scared off. Let me go so I can leave with him.” His nostrils flare, giving me a sense he’s not too happy right now. Good. “Your security team sucks, by the way,” I say, pushing him more, but his grip is firm. “Let me go. I was in the middle of something.”
“Oh, you mean that boy who just took off with his tail between his legs and left you here?”
“Yeah, no thanks to you!” I fight him to release me but with no luck. “Let me go. I need to catch up to him.” My demand falls on deaf ears as he tightens his hold on me and starts dragging me in the opposite direction. “What are you doing!?”
“You think you can come here and pull some silly childish act, and what? Make me jealous?” He pulls me through the crowd toward the private hallway.
“Pfft. I don’t need to make you jealous. I was here to dance and show my date a good time. Just like you were with that blonde! I saw you. Did you take her upstairs and fuck her?”
“You kidding me? She’s a new member and I was giving her a tour.”
“Of your secret loft? You know what? I don’t want to know. I need to get back to my date. He was going to take me home and—”
Damien drags me along so quickly, I nearly fall. “Damien!” I yell, but he ignores my plea as he shoves me inside the elevator. “Seriously, what’s your problem?”
He doesn’t answer me. The door closes, and our heavy breathing is the only sound in the enclosed space. The doors open to his private loft, and he tosses me into the room after unlocking the door. Only when the door shuts behind him does he speak. “You wanted my attention? You have it.”
“That’s not why—”
“Take your clothes off.”
“What? No!”
“I only ask once. Then I’ll remove them myself. But if I do, it will be after I take you over my knee.” I inhale a sharp breath. Nerves flutter in my stomach as butterflies swarm to increase the staccato of my heart. His eyes are black, obsidian, and the threat he carries both scares and thrills me. But I push further, harder, stoking at the flames burning inside him.
“No.”
The man in front of me transforms. His eyes darken as the twitch in his hand vibrates at his side. His brows crinkle and I watch as his jaw locks, threatening to snap. Heat spreads down to my core. “What did you just say?”
“I said no.”
He takes the three steps separating us and lifts his hand, lacing his fingers around my neck. The hold he has on me isn’t threatening. He doesn’t attempt to hurt me, but his touch sets fire to my skin. I fight not to press my body into his and beg him to take me and make me his. “Why did you come back here?”
“Because you did this. You brought me into this. And you should finish what you started,” I whisper, finally admitting I want to play his little game.
“You’re a child.”
“You’re a coward,” I seethe.
His hand stills around my neck, he allows me to drop to my knees in front of him. His eyes shine with anger, yet a small spark of curiosity peeks through.
“You forced me to come here and want things.” I bring my hands to his suit pants and pull at his belt. “Now you have to fulfill your duty to me.”
He doesn’t stop me when I get his belt undone and pull it from his pants. “And what duty is that?” he asks, losing some hostility in his voice.
“To teach me.” I pull down his zipper. “Show me.” With an unsteady hand, I grab for his cock. He’s already hard and full in my hands. I can’t stop my hand from shaking. I take a deep breath and—
“Open your mouth and loosen your jaw.”
His hand leaves my neck, squeezing my chin and pulling it down, widening my mouth. I do as he instructs. He takes a step closer, eliminating any space between us. Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he pumps himself twice in his hand before bringing the tip to my mouth. “Wider.”
I do as he says, and he places himself on my lips.
“Wider.”
I’m not sure how wide he wants me to go. “Have you done this before, Jensen?”
Embarrassment washes over me. “No.”
“Jesus.” He’s mad. Probably because I’m going to suck at this. His hand is back to my chin. “Relax your jaw. I’m gonna slowly fuck your mouth.” I relax, and he guides his cock into my mouth. I close my eyes, but he taps his fingers against my cheek. “Keep them open. I want to watch your eyes.” He slides farther, the silkiness of him against my tongue, and I take him in as far as I can until my throat begins to lock. He pulls out and repeats.
“That’s it. Take me deep.” He moves his hips back and forth, while I do my best to keep my jaw loose. His soft grunts set fire to my core. I do my best to keep my tongue wet, lapping at the crown of his cock when he pulls out. A hand wraps behind my scalp, taking control and pulling my head closer to him, making sure I have no control. But I don’t want it. I’m losing myself in the erotic act. But at the same time, gaining my own sense of boldness. I lift my hand and reach farther into his pants, cupping his balls. I’m no expert, but this seems to be a good thing because he groans and jerks farther down my throat. I gag for a quick second, but that doesn’t stop him.
“Jesus, you have a mouth made for my cock,” he groans as my lips stroke up and down his shaft. “Has anyone ever come down your throat, Jensen?”
I shake my head, and he smiles. “So fucking innocent,” he hums, picking up the pace. In and out, he punctures the back of my throat. I’ve become lost in the motions, the need to please him. Each pleasurable sound he makes sends a wave of electricity to my center. I catch myself starting to moan with each thrust, anticipating his release, feeling the excess saliva drip down my chin.
“Yeah, that’s it. So eager. Take me all in.” He talks dirty to me, using both hands now to press my head into him. “God, fuck…” Another deep grunt. Another powerful jab. I gag, and my hands go to his hips so I don’t lose my balance. My knees scrape against the tiled floor. My core is on fire.
“Is this what you wanted? Do as I please, my cock filling this innocent mouth? I’m about to come down your throat. And you won’t be so innocent anymore. How will you feel then?”
He’s trying to scare me. Hope I’ll plead for him to stop. But I refuse to walk away now. I can’t reply with this thickness full in my mouth, so my answer is to work him faster. I fight through the soreness in my jaw and suck him harder. His mouth parts as his eyes become feral. I know the way I challenge him, refuse to bow down to him, angers him, but turns him on just as much.
“Wrong answer,” he growls, fucking my mouth faster, rougher, until he expands and a sudden gush of liquid shoots down my throat.
The swelling of his cock and cum filling my mouth is strange, but not unwelcome. I do my best to suck him clean, but some of his juices manage to drip down my chin. The taste isn’t awful. I work him until my jaw finally gives and he pulls out of my mouth.
“Now. Are we done here, Ms. Stone?” He tucks himself back in his pants and I’m caught off guard by his coldness. He thinks this change
in attitude will do the trick. But I’m not leaving until he gives me what he demanded from me.
“Actually, we’re not.” I stand, latch my fingers to the hem of my top, and lift, pulling it over my head. Dropping the material to the ground, I push down my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you I can handle whatever it is you think I can’t. Or, Mr. Cross, is it that you’re too scared I can?”
His eyes light up. The twitch in his hand flares. He’s on the brink. He wants to fight me. The strain in his eyes says exactly that. But I don’t stop. I unlatch my bra, exposing my full breasts to him, then push the thin lace of my thong down my legs. “What are you so worried about, Damien? That you may enjoy me? I think my innocence intrigues you. I’m a white canvas for all those thoughts running through your head. I’m offering you to mark me with—”
He can no longer control the twitch.
He advances on me, digging his fingers into my waist as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the corner of the loft where his bed resides. “You think this is a game? You can just taunt me? I’m not your hero. I won’t save you. I won’t treat you like the delicate girl you are.” He tosses me onto the bed, my body bouncing and hair falling around my face. “I won’t be gentle with you. I won’t be kind. You will be a toy to me.” Like the animal he’s trying to paint himself as, he crawls up my body, using one hand to roughly squeeze my breast. “Remember that when the regret hits you for tempting such a bad man.” He slams his mouth onto mine and kisses me so fiercely, his teeth scrape against mine. He thinks he’s hurting me, but he’s doing the exact opposite. My lower belly is in a tailspin of sensations. His body covering mine feels right. His tongue working furiously in my mouth is perfect. God, I feel high. I can’t deny the small panic that I may have poked a bear I can’t tame. The fact remains the same, I’m inexperienced, messing with the master himself. But I want this. I want him to show me what it feels like to truly let go.
My hands dig into his hair and squeeze. My hips pull off the bed, allowing our bodies to grind. His hold on me tightens, his kiss deepens. “What the fuck are you up to?” he growls, taking a free hand to my breast and pinching my nipple. My head thrashes and my back is off the mattress, grinding into him. The small amount of pain is nothing compared to the shooting sensation down below.
“I’m using you to get fucked, Mr. Cross. What does it look like?” I moan, completely lost to the feeling he’s creating inside me.
Damien pinches my nipple harder, and I scream in surrender. He rips his lips off mine to bend down and sucks my flesh into his mouth. My fingers dig into his scalp urging him to release me. “Damien,” I plead, but my words fall on deaf ears. His intentions are clear. He wants to bruise me, mark me. His hand which is far from gentle, overpowers me and dips between my legs, opening me up. Two fingers plunge deep inside me, and with every pump, my body thrashes but begs for more. He pumps into me once, twice, three times. I can’t take any more. The sensations become too much. But then again, I fear him ever stopping. His mouth frees my throbbing nipple, but he’s not done. With both hands, he squeezes both my thighs and spreads me wide open. Before he devours me, his head lifts and when our eyes connect, I see it. The hunger. A shiver runs down my spine just as his mouth, eager and hungry, hovers over me for a moment and his hot breath tickles my most sensitive place. He begins to eat away at me like a starved savage beast.
“Is this what you had in mind?” He nips at my skin, pulling away only to replace his tongue with three thick fingers. Oh God. I can’t. It’s too much. My body begins to spasm under his hold. “Having a stranger in your cunt, violating you, touching your most innocent spot?” He pulls his fingers out and brings his tongue down to my center. In and out, he takes turns fucking me with his fingers and tongue. I’m falling apart. Nothing he’s done to me thus far has compared to now. The way he’s talking to me. Trying to push me away. It’s only sending me into a bigger whirlwind of arousal.
“More. I want more,” I moan, grabbing his sheets and fisting the silk material.
He bites down on my clit, and I scream. “You silly girl. You have no idea what you want. What you’re asking for.” Again, his fingers assault me. One, two, three. He stretches me more and more with each added finger to nearly the point of pain. If I were to guess, he’s trying to shove his whole fist up me. My mouth opens to protest, but I refuse to let him scare me away.
“Fuck me,” I moan, the words barely above a whisper. “I want you to stop being such a scaredy-cat and fuck me.” My demand ignites a fury inside him, and before I take my next breath, he’s driving multiple fingers into me. He’s trying to break me, but it’s not going to work. “Are you scared I won’t enjoy your cock inside me? Man issues?” I pant, playing with fire. But this is the only way to break him. “Do you need something to get you—”
He’s off me then, cutting my words short. He latches roughly onto my hips and flips me, my stomach smacking the bed. A spike of nerves rush through me at the anticipation. His fingers dig into my hips lifting my butt. My head flies back to see what he’s about to do just as his hand rises and falls, his open palm striking against my butt cheek.
One strike, two strikes, three… “You will learn to watch your tongue with me.” A fourth. A fifth. “Do you understand me?” Six.
Fuck, my ass is on fire. My legs are wet between my thighs, and I have no intentions of obeying him. “I can’t make any guarantees—Shit…” Seven.
“Your fucking mouth. You’re gonna learn.” His voice is hoarse. He stops spanking me, and the sound of paper tearing fills the room. He uses his knee to kick my legs apart. “You fucking asked for this. Remember that.” That’s when I feel him between my thighs. With two hands back on my hips, the grip no doubt going to leave a bruise, he slams into me.
I yell. Then cuss. My eyes squeeze shut at the unexpected surge of pain. I’ve only had sex once, and Damien is much larger than my first experience. I’m worried he really is going to break me. He pulls out and the pain just as quickly dissipates. He gives no pause to allow me time to adjust to how thick he is. Just as the tip of his cock breaks my entrance, he slams back into me. My body rides up the mattress and a stifled moan escapes up my throat. Gone is any pain, and in its place, pleasure. A surge of sensations explodes between my legs at each assault. Damien releases a low roar of pleasure.
“Is this what you wanted, pet?” Again, and again. “For me to fuck you? Break you?” Again, and again. One hand releases the death grip on my side, and he brings it around the front to my center, rubbing down hard on my clit. “Have you finally lost your voice, my innocent little toy?”
That I have. No words are forming. Just feelings. Sensations. Everything feels tight. My skin, my stomach, my insides. My orgasm starts to ignite. I clench down on him, my eyes slamming shut as I explode. “Oh God, Damien…” I moan, long and hard.
His hand leaves my clit. Skating his fingers across my scalp, he gathers the strands in his tight grip and pulls back, leaving me no choice but to submit and allow it. He rides me hard until I feel him swell and pulsate. A feral growl fills the room as his own orgasm violently erupts through him.
A few seconds pass before he lets go of my hair and falls on top of me. My heartbeat is slamming into the mattress. It is near impossible with his heavy body covering mine to catch my breath. I inhale slowly, hoping to calm the pulse in my chest, my head, and in between my legs. I close my eyes and try and focus on each slow intake of breath when I accidentally pass out.
“JUST GET ME THE NUMBERS. I’m not having this conversation again.”
I hang up on Simmons. I know he’s hesitant, and that my father wouldn’t approve of my choice. But he’s not here, which makes this decision mine. I’ve spent the morning putting out fire after fire. That little spitfire, still fast asleep in my bed, is causing more of a headache than pleasure for me.
It’s been years. Dammit, possibly forever since I allowed someone the ability to make me lose
my composure the way I did last night. I told myself no. I warned myself if I touched her the way she wanted, there would be consequences. But that mouth. She had no boundaries when it came to disobeying me. And that made me snap.
I only meant to scare her. Bring her to the brink and walk away. My plan was to cause her such distress, she would retract all the things her little mouth was spewing. Using those brash words, just last week she found offense in. I wonder what changed in her. What made her want what I was forcefully pushing on her.
Last week, after Fredrick threw her out, the days that followed were unbearable. No one bypassed my wrath. Staff was fired at the drop of a hat, members were pulled, and still, I felt the need to destroy. I went in search of a warm body—someone willing to submit to me and take the built-up aggression I was drowning in. But I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy them. I ended up getting my rocks off by my hand with the mental visual of one little mouthy girl.
I knew the moment she walked into Exquisite last night. The phone tracker notified me. She was still carrying it around. When she arrived, and not alone, I saw red. How dare she enter my club with someone else. A boy, no less. I watched through my mirror as she dragged him onto the dance floor. I saw right through her intentions with him. The way her body didn’t react to him the way I’ve witnessed. There was nothing there. Just deceiving intentions. Little did she know, I don’t fall for child’s play.
I asked Fredrick to finish the rest of the member tours and went downstairs to drag her and her boy toy out of my club. Not to mention the little brats trying to get drinks at the bar. But again, her mouth infuriated me. She thought she was going to make me jealous. Toss her little boy toy at me, as if I thought for a second she would let him touch her. She wouldn’t. That was a given. Because I knew what she really wanted.
I wasn’t going to give it to her.
But I did.
And as I stare at her still sleeping, naked and barely covered by the sheet in my bed, I debate over waking her with my cock in her mouth and my hand across her ass. Maybe tie her to my bed and fuck her in places my darkest desires ache to be.
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