On Her Terms (Premiere Companions Book 2)

by Doris O'Connor

  The thought of her on her knees for any other man made Jamie see red, and using his free hand he hastily undid his trousers, and grasping his heavy erection, he pulled it out of the confines of his boxers.

  “Then he was a fucking fool, who didn’t give you direction. Set to work, girl. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong, though sucking a man’s dick really isn’t rocket science. Just go easy on the teeth.”

  She gave him a grave nod, and the careful way she studied his cock made him grin.

  “You sure are good for my ego, staring at him like that. Go on.”

  The balcony was entirely private, the busy London streets far underneath them, yet still, it added another dimension to this whole thing doing it out in the open. Perhaps he would take her later bent over the balcony. In the cover of darkness that ought to be fun, for sure. He grinned at his thought processes, which turned into a grunt of need when she licked across his slit. The tentative flicks of her tongue made his dick twitch in need, and she hastily pulled back.

  “I told you, I’m no good at this.”

  Jamie made a mental note to find out whoever that asshole was, who’d put those idiotic thoughts into her head, and to give him a piece of his mind.

  “Nonsense, you’re doing great. That groan was me liking what you did. Go on, suck me. Use your lips and tongue, and … fuck … yeah just like that.”

  Jamie saw stars when Nicoletta chose that moment to slide her mouth down as far as she could, before she gagged. The rhythmic clenches of her throat muscles around his sensitive tip wrenched another groan from him, and she pulled back slightly. Her startled gaze connected with his, and he gave her what he hoped was an encouraging nod. He sure as fuck couldn’t get his voice to work right now. The sight of her flushed face, moist lips stretched around his saliva-slickened cock stretched his self-control to its very limits. The urge to take over was a twisting knife in his gut, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her, so he forced himself to stay still, as she tormented him with her innocent exploration. Nicoletta licked up and down his shaft, kissed the heavy balls, already drawing up to his body in need, lapped at the steadily leaking pre-cum and dug the tip of her tongue in his slit, before she took him all the way down again as far as she could without gagging. Whoever the fucker was who made her doubt her technique, he was a complete moron, because the girl was a natural. Jamie leaned over and grasped the balcony for support as she gained in confidence. When she hummed at the back of her throat and grazed her teeth along his length on every sensuous slide off his dick, Jamie lost it. His hips jerked forward, and her eyes widened as she looked up at him, while valiantly swallowing around his dick. Jamie forced a smile on his face, and releasing the balcony grasped the back of her head instead, as he grunted his instructions.

  “I need to … fuck … yeah relax, let me…”

  Nicoletta followed his garbled demands, and he set the rhythm he needed to seek his rapidly building release. Her nostrils flared, and she helplessly gagged around his pulsing shaft as the first jets of his release splashed the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, I’m coming…” Jamie tried to pull out, but she followed his retreat, clamped her mouth around his penis and swallowed all he gave her. Seeing the small trickle of his cum escape her swollen lips and slide down her throat and into her cleavage was the hottest thing yet, and Jamie shut his eyes and simply gave himself over to the sheer ecstasy coursing through his veins. By the time his breathing had returned to a somewhat normal pattern, and the feeling returned to his legs, he found a just as breathless Nicoletta leaning into his legs. The trusting way in which she did so, while she swiped his cum off her mouth, and then sucked the leftover off her fingers … fuck, he was in a shitload of trouble here. He had to let her go after tonight, when every fiber of his being screamed at him that she was his.

  “Like I said, you’re damn good for my ego, baby.”

  Her eyes widened, and in truth he shocked himself by uttering that endearment. This was just sex, or at least it should have been, but the need to protect this woman took his breath away. Come what may, her wedding would have to take place, because he didn’t want to think of her alone out there in the world without the protection of the Don.

  As much as her father loved her, if she publicly snubbed him by not going through with the wedding he’d arranged… No, that didn’t bear thinking about.

  Nicoletta startled when he yanked at the belt around her wrists, forcing her to her feet.

  “My turn, bellissima.”

  Chapter Three

  One minute she was sitting at Sir’s feet, catching her breath after having given the blowjob of her life—at least it had felt that way, and then she was in his arms. Who knew how arousing it would be, how powerful she would feel, seeing this big strong dominant man crumble and lose control. That moment when he’d taken over, forcing her to take almost all of his cock down her throat, until she’d been so full, she could barely breathe … that had been the biggest turn-on yet. To feel the velvet smooth yet rock hard shaft expand, pulse and then flood her mouth with a seeming never ending avalanche of his surprisingly tasty cum … well, it had made her so wet her knickers were soaked through with her arousal. An insistent dull ache had taken up residence in her clit, and that little bundle of nerves tingled and quivered. Her internal muscles clenched in desperate need of something to hold onto, and she barely suppressed her groan of need. Sir had said nothing was right or wrong and he wanted to hear her, but the way that act—one she’d found utterly repellant before—had turned her into that seeming mass of needy sensation, surely there was something wrong with her. This only happened in books, didn’t it? Before she could make sense of her convoluted thought processes, Sir yanked her to her feet and kissed her.

  This wasn’t a gentle meeting of lips. No, he devoured her mouth with the intensity of a starving man, which meant she could only submit to his claim on her, as she was filled with his scent, his need. Not a part of her mouth felt untouched by his demanding tongue, lips and teeth, as he bit and sucked, until her head swam with the need for oxygen. When he briefly let her come up for air, she lost herself completely in the glittering intensity of his gaze. Those brilliant blue orbs looked almost black in his arousal, and her heart stuttered to a halt, only to seem determined to beat itself out her chest, when he fisted his hand in her hair, and ran his nose up and down the sensitive skin under her ear.

  “My turn to taste that sweet cunt of yours, bellissima. I can smell how wet you are from here.”

  She gasped at the dirty words, which should have and would have appalled her if any other man had uttered them. Pressed up against every hard plane of this man’s body, however, his dirty talk simply added fuel to the already raging fire her libido was caught up in. Every rational thought she might have had simply fled, and she should have been embarrassed at the needy sounds which spilled from her lips.

  His mouth curved into a smile against her skin, seconds before he bit down lightly, and she sagged against him.

  “You’re mine now, girl, and I want to see you fly, do you hear me?”

  Try as she might she couldn’t formulate a reply, other than a shriek of surprise, because he chose that moment to fling her over his shoulder. With her hands still bound, she had no leverage, no means to do anything but hang there, and try her best not to combust on the spot, when he slid his hand up her inner thigh, and grazed his fingertips along the sodden fabric covering her slit.

  A groan spilled from her lips, and she held her breath, as he started walking.

  “Just like I thought. My naughty girl is soaked through. Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

  Nicoletta shut her eyes as the opulent surroundings of the suite flashed past her, and before she could orient herself, she flew through the air and landed on the bed. Her eyes flew open in stunned surprise, and before she had even stopped bouncing, Jamie was on top of her. He’d somehow kicked off the remainder of his trousers and shoes, and the buttons on his shirt pinge
d off in all directions in his haste to get the material off him. Nicoletta gasped anew when his muscled torso came into view. Liberally sprinkled with silver hair, it gave away his maturity as much as the silver strands in his hair, and it was such a turn-on to know that this clearly experienced man wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  When he took her bound arms with a wicked smile and pulled them high above her head, she moaned.

  “Sir?” she whispered, and his eyes flashed in approval.

  “I’m going to restrain you to the headboard, bellissima. Normally speaking I’d tie your ankles too, but that might be a bit much for your first time.”

  His smirk deepened when she let out a groan at that thought. The barely functioning rational side of her brain did wonder as to what the hell she was doing. She didn’t know this man, and she was putting herself at his mercy, but that side of her wasn’t in charge right now.

  Instead she arched her back and head back as much as she was able to, to see what he was doing, as he expertly tied the end of the belt around the headboard.

  “Give me a color, pet, though I can guess.”

  His voice had dropped an octave as he sat back to study his handiwork, and the newly discovered submissive inside of her simply melted.

  “Green, Sir.”

  His answering smile lit up his craggy features, made the laughter line around his eyes much more pronounced, and deepened the grooves which ran from his nose to his full lips.

  “Just as I thought.” He bent to brush his lips over hers, and withdrew chuckling when she tried to deepen the kiss. “Who’s in charge here, bellissima?”

  The amusement dancing in his eyes belied the stern tone in which he asked that question, and she could only moan her agreement when he chose that moment to get on his knees, and fumble with the clips holding up her hair. The action brought his cock into her view, close enough to smell his musk, and to notice that he was rapidly hardening again.

  She licked her lips in anticipation, and Sir laughed.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. Next time you get my cock, little minx, it will be when I’ve taken away your innocence, and I’ve buried myself balls deep into your delicious body.”

  She could only groan at that, as everything south clenched in need, and she rubbed her thighs together. A sharp swat to that thigh made her cry out in surprise, and when she looked up at him, it was to see him look far from pleased.

  Her gut tightened in horror at the thought of having displeased him, and even more so at his next words.

  “I’m assuming giving your virginity away to me rather than the man you intend to marry is still the plan here.”

  Oh why did he have to bring up her so called fiancé now? Talk about killing the mood, for her, anyway. He didn’t seem affected at all, if the way his magnificent cock now bopped up to his navel was any indication. The thought of him putting that into her still made her shiver inside, even though she knew the mechanics.

  “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?”

  Even to her own ears that reply came out far too wobbly, and it seemed to piss him off even more, because he ran a hand over his face, and stared at a spot on the wall.

  “Tell, me, how are you going to explain this to him? You are going to mention this before you marry him, right?”

  Something about the tone of his voice made her angry. What did it matter to him, after all? She’d paid good money for his services—even in her head she cringed at how that sounded—so her reply came out much more flippant then she intended it to.

  “Well, if I actually get to meet the great Jamison before he drags me down the altar, I might. Otherwise he deserves me not telling him. Why should I anyway? He’s the one that insisted on this farce of a marriage, and he’s the one who couldn’t even be bothered to get to know me, and yes, I know what Papa said. He’s busy, still working abroad, but so the fuck what? I’m clearly not that important to him other than the favored virgin bride—which is so bloody archaic it’s not even real. I refuse to let him have that part of me. I choose who to give it to, dammit, and right now that’s you, so for the love of God, get on with it and do what I paid you to do.”

  She knew she’d overstepped the mark the minute she said it, and sure enough, Jamie looked all but ready to strangle her in this moment. She wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t because his hands stopped the soothing caress of her scalp, as he seemingly had rid her hair of all its clips, and spread it out behind her. One hand fingered the dark strands and the other slid to her throat and tightened. Not enough to cut off her supply, but enough to make her wonder whether he was going to do so. And that thought really shouldn’t cause another trickle of her juices to slip past the elastic of her lacy thong.

  She was angry with him, wasn’t she, yet her body wasn’t listening. The tops of her thighs were now wet with her arousal, and the clothes she was still wearing felt far too restrictive.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Something hard and dangerous flashed over his features at her whispered apology. One she had no real idea why she was making it, just felt compelled to do so. The hand across her throat flexed tight and then turned into a soothing caress.

  “No, forgive me for bringing this up now. I just had to be sure. I don’t want you to regret this in the morning.”

  Again she lost herself in his intense gaze. No one had looked at her like that ever. Certainly no man, as though she was the most precious thing in the world, and her opinion mattered above all else. Papa tended to look at her with mild affection at best, and lately she seemed to have been nothing more of an annoyance to him, too damn unreasonable in her demands when he was only trying to keep her safe, or so he said. Much to her horror her eyes filled with tears, and Jamie made an indistinguishable sound at the back of his throat when he appeared to notice.

  “There, now, my love, it will be okay. We don’t have to do this, we can just…” His voice trailed off when she frantically shook her head, and blinked away the moisture filling her eyes.

  “No, please. I need to do this for me, please. I don’t want to think anymore, I just want to … oh…”

  It was her turn to stop speaking, because Jamie bent down to kiss the tears off her eyelashes while murmuring words she didn’t quite catch. Butterfly kisses left a path of heated awareness across her skin, as he trailed them along her cheekbones and down her neck until he skimmed the top of her breasts, while his hands undid the size zipper of her dress. Cool air hit her overheated flesh, as he slid the dress up over her hips and breasts.

  “Ah, such beautiful curves you have, and a strapless bra. How very convenient for my purposes.” The grin he gave her was the most sinful one yet. In this moment she felt beautiful, as he ran his heated gaze all over her body. His large hands followed the path his eyes had just taken and the feel of his surprisingly work roughened hands on her bare skin was far too arousing.

  Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples chafed against their lacy confines.

  “Please … Sir…”

  “Shhh, I know, bellissima. Trust me. I’ll make this good for you, but first. How fond are you of this dress?”

  She blinked in surprise at his words.

  “It’s just a dress, why?” she asked.

  Sir, she seemed utterly incapable of thinking of him in any other terms right now, smiled, bent his head and taking one of her nipples between his teeth through the lace of her bra, sucked hard. Nicole jerked in her restraints and cried out, as every strong suck seemed wired to her clit. Darts of need shot down to that bundle of nerves, made ten times stronger when he alternated between nipples and tormented the one not currently in his mouth with his fingers.

  How long this sweet torture kept up, Nicole couldn’t say, too caught up in the new sensations bombarding her. Ever tighter circles of need pulled her under, until she was so close to coming, she panted her disappointment when he withdrew, taking the bra with him. The cool air across her moist and needy nipples almost hurt, as he blew across the tips repeatedly and th
en her vision turned black.

  “Good, because this silk will be crinkled beyond repair by the time I’m done with you, but like this.” He tucked it up over her head, giving her room to breathe, while tightening it around her eyes, making an impromptu blindfold out of her dress.

  “I should have taken this off before tying you to the bed, but this will serve beautifully to keep you in the dark. Color, my sweet girl?”

  Nicole almost didn’t hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. She’d put down her request to be blindfolded in the questionnaire, she knew that, but nothing could have prepared her for the heady reality of being robbed of her vision. Every sense seemed instantly heightened, as her body tried to adjust to the loss of her vision. With her hands tied, this further incapacitation made her feel vulnerable, exposed, helpless. On the heels of those feelings came an incredible sense of fevered anticipation. She only had the sound of Sir’s voice to guide her, the air displacements around her as he moved, and the way the bed dipped and swayed with his movements.

  “Nicoletta, give me a color, my sweet, or I’ll put an end to this right now.”

  Somehow that got through to her, his voice dripping into her consciousness like smooth silk, her anchor in this world of sensation she was caught up in.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl, how close are you to coming right now?”

  He twisted her nipples in his hands and delivered little bites along the quivering skin of her abdomen as he spoke. The slow moving progress he made down toward her pussy was sweet torture in itself, and when she felt his hot breath hover right above her pubic bone, she instinctively opened her thighs.

  “Good girl.” His murmured approval made her smile, before she reared her hips up in surprise, when he kissed her clit right through her thong.

  “Oh God.”

  His laughter skittered over the inside of her thigh, as he moved her legs up over his shoulder, and grasped her ass cheeks.