She suspected this was the watered-down version of his story. What a cold and lonely childhood that must have been. She thought of her own life. All the happy memories she had. Thirteen years of them before her life had taken a dark turn. What would it have been like to have lived in a family like Brian’s? He was right when he’d told her she’d had no idea of the life he’d led. She’d been so wrong.
She leaned back to look at him. She wasn’t sure what he saw in her eyes, but whatever it was, it caused him to close himself off from her. His withdrawal was more subtle this time, but there was no doubt their little heart-to-heart was over.
“Enough talk.” He pressed his lips gently to her forehead. “On your knees.”
Sex was an abrupt way to change the topic. But who was she to argue?
She slid off his lap, touching as much of his flesh in the process as was humanly possible, and came to rest, kneeling between his legs. When she went to remove her glasses, he stopped her.
His gaze was pure lust. “Leave them on.”
It was hard to argue with that. She didn’t wait for instruction and leaned forward, taking the head of his soft cock between her lips. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, taking time to explore every inch of him with her tongue. She traced wet trails along his veins, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin. She loved his scent and the way he hardened in her mouth.
He ran rough fingers through her hair as she coaxed him to full arousal. The labored sound of his breath was her gauge, telling her what felt good to him. Raking her nails along his thighs, she braced herself over him so she could give him the attention he deserved. Slowly, she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
A low moan rewarded her effort.
She began sucking him in and out in lazy, rhythmic pulls. A sense of deep satisfaction warmed her. She liked that his pleasure was in her hands, so to speak. Her momentary position of power was only at his discretion and she didn’t want to rush it. From tip to root, she sucked, laving her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she went.
His thighs tensed under her fingertips as he grasped her head, his large hands firm and possessive. She relaxed and let him take over. Her moment was over. He wanted control now. He pulled her down onto his shaft then lifted her away, slowly at first, then rough and unmerciful. By some miracle, she refrained from gagging. His cock reached the recesses of her throat and she tensed. Her restricted ability to draw breath almost caused her to panic, but she held herself still, relaxing the muscles in her throat, disciplining herself for his use.
He came without warning, holding her tightly as he shot warm, salty come into her mouth. She swallowed him down, happy that she’d managed to satisfy him without gagging.
A firm yank of her hair pulled her away from him. “Good god, girl.”
She grinned at him.
“Pleased with yourself I see. No, don’t lose that smile. I like the way you suck cock.” He wiped the drool from her chin with his thumb. “Where are your toys?”
She balked. “What makes you think I have any?”
“Because little perverts like you always have toys.”
He had her there. “They’re in my bedroom in the nightstand.”
“Do you have an anal plug? Lube?”
“Yes.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go get them.”
When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to her knees.
“Crawl.”
“Yes Sir.”
She made sure to display her ass and pussy as she crawled seductively to her bedroom. She retrieved the plug and lube from her nightstand then realized her predicament. She couldn’t very well crawl back to him with the plug in her hand. It would have to touch the ground in order for her to do that. Eww. She could insert it herself, but he hadn’t told her to do that and she might get punished for it. The only remaining choice was for her to carry it in her mouth. He’d likely known that when he set her on this little task. And he thought she was a pervert.
She sighed with resignation. Thank god she’d sanitized her toys today. She put the base of the silicone plug in her mouth, palmed the lube and crawled back to Brian. It was kind of hard to look sexy with a butt plug jutting obscenely from her face.
He laughed when he caught sight of her.
She would have laughed too, but she was afraid she would drop her toy.
“Very cute.” He took the lube from her and removed the plug from her mouth. “I’m assuming since you have one of these that you’re familiar with anal play. This one is a little on the small side. I’ll get you a bigger one soon.”
Her eyes widened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll step you up gradually. I don’t want to hurt you.” She must have looked skeptical because he added, “Well, not any more than you can handle. Have you had anal sex?”
“Yes, but it’s been awhile.” A long while.
“We’ll have to train your tight little ass then. I want to be able to fuck you in every hole.”
Oh god.
“Now be a good anal slut, turn around and bend over for me.”
The idea of him probing such an intimate place embarrassed her, but she obeyed. She whimpered as he reached between her legs and played with her pussy. He dipped a finger inside her, wetting it with her arousal, then smeared it over her clit. He took his time, caressing the sensitive nub. A wave of heat washed over her as her sex swelled under his skilled hand. The word please was on the tip of her tongue. Before she could say it, he withdrew his attention. Damn him. She had a hell of a time holding in her frustration, but whining and begging wouldn’t get her anywhere.
He applied a generous amount of cold, slick lubricant to her anus then inserted a finger, gently preparing her for the plug. Silently, she thanked him for being so considerate. The rubbery tip slipped easily inside. Burning discomfort quickly edged out ease as he gradually worked in the rest of the length. She held her breath and tensed when the widest part painfully stretched her. Fuck, it hurt.
His hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap. “Relax.”
She drew in a deep, ragged breath, struggling to accept the invasion. Finally, he pushed past the resistant ring of muscle. She sighed in relief. The fullness was uncomfortable, but not altogether unpleasant. One thing was for sure, if she wasn’t desperate to come before, she definitely was now.
“Finish your sketches.”
Was he serious? She turned her head and gave him a pained look.
“Yes, with the plug in.”
She didn’t want to sketch. She wanted his cock in her. Did he honestly expect her to draw with this thing in her ass?
“Go on,” he said, giving her a smack on the butt.
She tried not to show her disappointment as she crawled to the stool and climbed onto it. She shifted, attempting to find a comfortable spot on the hard wooden seat. The damn thing was unforgiving, but there was no way in hell she’d breathe a word of complaint. She would just have to deal with it.
Brian returned to his previous pose, belt and all. Reluctantly, she picked up her pad and pencil and went to work. The plug proved to be a good motivator. She’d thought the distraction would hinder her ability, but it was just the opposite. She was so preoccupied by the sensation of being full, and how aroused she was, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Her art came out beautifully when she got out of the way and let the creative process take over. A butt plug was one way to do it.
She added a few finishing touches to the rough sketch then closed the book and set it on the table. “I’m done,” she murmured, wondering what he had in store for her next. An orgasm, hopefully.
“I trust you’ll show it to me when you’re ready,” he said, standing.
He picked up his boxer-briefs and slipped them on. Her stomach clenched with disappointment as she watched his long legs disappear into his jeans. Why was he getting dressed? He wasn’t finished with her, was he?
“Wait an hour before removing the plug.” He paused, pulling
his shirt over his head. “Tomorrow you’re to wear it for three hours and four for the following day. I want you to have it in when you come to see me on Thursday.”
Great. She was going to have to wear this damn thing every day with no promise of release? Her distress must have shown on her face.
“You have something to say, girl?”
Please don’t leave me like this. Fuck me. Make me come. Something. Anything. “No Sir.”
“Walk me to the door,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.
Her anguish made itself known in the deep whining sigh she released as she pushed herself off the stool. She followed him like the dutiful submissive. When he put his hand on the doorknob, she refused to look at him.
Firm fingers raised her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Thank you for talking to me tonight.” He kissed her with soft lips, lingering with a tenderness that only managed to confuse her.
She didn’t want gentleness from him. Not now. She wanted him to take her to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Brian’s tendency to do exactly the opposite of what she wanted aggravated the hell out of her. The smug grin he gave her after he broke the kiss left her so annoyed she had a hard time keeping her face blank. Her thoughts immediately went to her well-stocked toy drawer. She didn’t need him to get off. She was perfectly capable of doing that all on her own. A twinge of guilt twisted her gut for actively thinking of disobeying him while he stood right in front of her.
“Be a good girl,” he murmured as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
She flipped the deadbolt and felt like kicking something. Deciding that that was a bad idea, she went to her bedroom instead. The invasive plug shifted with each step, a little erotic reminder of Brian’s control. She hesitated when she reached her nightstand, her fingertips longingly resting on the drawer handle. There were three different vibrators in there. Release was seconds away, but he’d specifically told her she wasn’t to come without permission. He hadn’t reminded her of that before he left tonight. So far, he hadn’t questioned her about it at all. Maybe he wouldn’t ask. She wasn’t sure she could lie to him if he did.
Pulling her hand away, she tried not to think about it. Fifty-eight minutes. Could she manage to keep the plug in that long and ignore her throbbing clit? She groaned out her frustration as she grabbed a tank top and a pair of boxers and slipped them on. Maybe if she kept busy she could take her mind off her insane need to come. Fat chance, but it was worth a try.
She went out to the living area and began collecting her art supplies from the coffee table. Flipping open her sketch pad, she took another look at her drawing. That was a huge mistake. Brian’s nude form taunted her. His eyes held the promise of punishment. And the belt. Lust gripped her hard as heat flared through her already engorged sex.
Her fingers found their way past the elastic waist of her shorts and between her folds. She ached for release. Lightly, she caressed her swollen clit, dangerously teasing herself. She stared at Brian’s image, memorizing every line, every slope of muscle. His firm grip on the belt spoke of his gift for giving pain. The remembrance of the leather on her bare flesh sent her over the edge. She gasped as she came, all thoughts of rules forgotten.
She’d done it. Made herself come without his express permission. Damn it. Maybe Brian wouldn’t ask. And if he did, maybe she’d enjoy her punishment. A girl could hope.
Chapter Eight
Brian breathed a sigh of relief as his father brought the board meeting to a close. Listening to him drone on and on about profits and clients and promotions was as agonizing as listening to a dentist drilling teeth. He stood, readying himself to leave the dreaded meeting behind him. His father motioned for him to sit back down with an arrogant flick of his wrist. Sean wasn’t going to let him slip away without a confrontation. Brian was not in the mood. Unfortunately, ignoring his father wasn’t a viable option. The prick would only make a scene.
Enviously he watched as the last of the board members vacated the room. Lucky bastards.
His father straightened the cuffs of his two-thousand-dollar suit before pouring himself a few fingers of scotch from the decanter on the table. He was fit and youthful for pushing sixty. A perky young personal trainer and a high-priced surgeon saw to that. His blond hair had long ago faded to a silvery white, a harsh contrast to his deeply tanned skin. Too many golf games and pleasure cruises.
Brian leaned back in his lushly padded leather chair, projecting an air of indifference. As much as he hated it, this game was all about posturing and he’d be damned if he’d give away how irritated he was by his father’s presence.
“Drink?” Sean offered.
“Thank you, but no,” Brian replied.
Sean took the seat across from Brian and met his gaze. He offered a friendly smile, but Brian wasn’t fooled. The man didn’t have an ounce of affection for the son who looked so much like the woman who’d scorned him. “The pub doing well, I trust?”
His father didn’t give a damn about Donovan’s. Where was he going with this? “As a matter of fact, yes.”
“Good,” Sean said casually. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem selling it.”
And there it was. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because it’s past time you grew up and put this ridiculousness behind you. Your place is here, with me.”
You mean under your control, don’t you? Anger flashed through him, hot and vivid. He should have taken that drink. “I don’t happen to agree.”
“You’ve had your fun. Proved your point—”
“Donovan’s was never about me proving a point.”
His father swirled the glass, coating the sides in amber liquid. “Then what is it about? Because for the life of me, I can’t figure it out. You could have a prestigious position here. Status. Money. Anything you want. With your connections and ruthless business sense, you were made for this.”
No, he wasn’t. He had no desire to spend hours stroking egos, having cocktails or playing golf with people he couldn’t stand simply to make a deal for a company he had no desire to work for. Donovan’s was his refuge and he’d be damned if he’d give that up. Hell would sell ice cubes first.
He rubbed a hand across his forehead, hoping to stave off the pressure that was quickly forming. “I started my business because I wanted something that was mine, something I built, something I could take pride in.”Something beyond your control.
“And you think wasting your education on being a glorified bartender is the way to do it? I’ve worked long and hard to make Gulf Coast what it is, not just for me, but for you. It’s our family legacy and when I’m gone, something you can pass on when you finally decide to quit screwing around and get married.”
Brian laughed, an ugly, bitter sound. “That’s rich coming from you. Are you on wife number four or five now? I’ve lost count. And you can give your legacy to someone else. I plan on building my own.”
His father’s face hardened. “It’s your responsibility to step up. After everything I’ve sacrificed, after all I’ve done for you, you’re going to turn your back on me?” Sean sneered. “You’re every bit as callous and self-absorbed as your mother.”
Rage, cold and icy, froze Brian from the inside out. An eerie calm came over him as he glared at his father. The divide between them had never felt as immense as it did now. “This discussion is over.” Brian headed for the door without so much as a goodbye.
“Yes, walk away,” Sean called after him, “just like your mother!”
* * * * *
Genevieve leaned back against the soft leather seat as Chris drove across the bay toward St. Pete. Shopping should be classified as an extreme sport. Seriously. It was exhausting. Despite how much her feet ached, and how many stores Chris had dragged her to, she’d really enjoyed spending time with him. They’d had lunch at Café Hey and ended up chatting for two hours over sandwiches and iced lattes. He made for good company.
She glanced over at him
and smiled. “I had fun today.”
“Me too. It’s nice to do girl things for once. I’m so glad we managed to find you the perfect dress for Cadeau. Very Audrey, if I must say.”
Originally she’d asked Chris to take her to one of the high-end department stores. Not her cup of tea, but she’d never been to a glitzy gallery opening either. Fortunately, Chris had talked her out of it. He knew where the best vintage shops were located. He’d also taken her to a few of the edgier alternative stores where they’d bought outfits for her to wear on the trip. She couldn’t wait to wear the crazy black stilettos they’d found. They were a bit much for Cadeau, but Chris had convinced her she needed to stay true to her personal style.
“Are you sure you don’t think the heels are too much?”
“If anyone can pull off blood spatter, it’s you.” He winked.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. I still think I’m going to stand out too much.”
“You, my dear girl, are going to be the envy of every woman and the object of every man’s affection.”
“Flatterer.”
The sudden blare of the theme song from Psycho had Gen diving for her purse. Her stomach sank when she pulled out her cell phone and saw her mother’s name flash across the screen. Her mom only called when she was well medicated and feeling sentimental. Gen so did not want to have this conversation in front of Chris.
She turned and looked out the passenger window, angling herself away from Chris as she reluctantly answered the call. “Hi, Mom.”
“Genny, thank God.” Her mother’s speech was thick and muddled. Just great.
“Is everything okay?” Asking that was pointless because it was pretty clear things were far from okay.
“Where are my keys?”
Trying to stay calm, Gen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Um, I don’t know. Did you lose them?”
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