by V. Hunter
The second my finger dipped into her waistband she pulled back so hard the back of her head cracked against the window. Before I could ask if she was okay she pulled her hand back and slapped me. Not hard enough for it to cause any real damage, but hard enough to startle the hell out of me.
"What the fuck was that for?" I growled.
"Don't touch me like that again," she said, her voice shaking.
I laughed right in her face. "Your nipples are hard for me," I taunted her, running my fingers over the hard peaks.
She shuddered.
She started to raise her hand again but that time I was faster. I grabbed her wrist and shook my head. She caught me off guard once, but I wouldn't put up with her slapping me a second time.
"I asked you to stop," she panted. She was pretty out of breath for someone trying to act unaffected.
"You really want me to stop?" I asked.
She hesitated—and that was answer enough for me.
14
Brooke
I should tell him to stop.
My muddied brain couldn't seem to get the words out. I knew it was wrong to keep letting him touch me under those circumstances but my body didn't seem to care. The more he touched me the more my defenses gave away. The only man I'd ever been with was Alex, and he never touched me with the kind of confidence that Jairo did.
My head dropped back, making me wince as I hit the window behind me again. Jairo took the chance to fuse his mouth along my exposed neck. His tongue teased the sensitive skin as he worked down from the column of my neck to my collarbone.
"Oh my god," I breathed out as he nibbled a particularly sensitive spot.
His hands moved down to the waistband of my pants again. I rushed to cover his hands with mine, keeping him from going any further. My heart was racing in my chest and I could barely think straight.
He stared down at me with angry eyes. "What the fuck now? You gonna try to say you don't want this again?" He pressed his lower body harder against me, reminding me of the hard cock currently lodged between us.
"I haven't slept with anyone since Alex," I said quietly, shaking my head as I said it because I really didn't want to think too hard about that.
"Alex who?" he growled. He kissed me hard on the mouth as he continued to grind against me. "Don't say another man's name in this house again. Here, you belong to me. And the only man you should be thinking about is me."
I whimpered as a rush of pleasure swept over me at his words, my panties dampening uncomfortably.
Slowly, I gave him control of his hands back. I tried not to let myself feel embarrassed about how wet I knew he was about to find me.
One of his hands dipped further into my waistband but slid around to cup my bare ass. He dragged my body impossibly closer to him as his other hand dipped into the front of my body. He made an appreciative sound as he slid one finger across my soaking clit. There was no hiding how aroused I was. Jairo was right—I didn't really want him to stop. Not now.
He watched my face closely as he sunk two fingers carefully into my entrance. My whole body jolted as I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him. Living in my parents' house wasn't exactly conducive to masturbating, so it had been weeks since I'd had even a vibrator inside of me.
"You're too tight, you have to relax," he said through ground teeth.
I felt his cock twitch against me as he struggled to sink his fingers deeper inside of me. I tried to relax but there were too many things happening at once. The way his dick seemed to be trying to get to me through my clothes, his hand kneading my ass, and his fingers curling against the inside of my vaginal walls.
It was too much and suddenly I was falling apart.
I cried out as my orgasm surprised both of us. It washed over me—a flood of arousal coating his hand as he froze with two fingers still inside of me. His eyes stayed on my face the whole time, I could tell he was watching me even when my eyes closed to ride out the pleasure. When I was able to open my eyes again, he grinned down at me with a look like he was way too freaking proud of himself.
Now that some of the sexual tension was alleviated for me, I felt guilty about giving in so easily. All he'd done was touch me and say a few naughty things, and I opened right up for him. It made me feel gross. Especially after how condescending and domineering he'd been ever since I arrived.
I shoved him away from me.
My mind wasn't thinking clearly. That was the only excuse I could think of as I sashayed into the center of the room and tugged my shirt off. He watched me with hooded eyes, keeping his distance as I stripped in front of him. My pants were the next thing to go.
It was obvious Sofia did really need a caretaker, but it was also obvious to me that wasn't the reason I'd been invited. Less than twelve hours after my arrival and Jairo couldn't keep his hands to himself. I couldn't help but provoke him.
"Is this what you really want? You couldn't get a woman on your own, so you had to trick one into coming here?" I asked, my voice low so that it sounded seductive despite the accusation I was throwing his way.
"Not just any woman. You, specifically. I saw you and I had to have you and no other woman would do." He wasn't even trying to be coy about it. I rattled my brain for any memory of when I might have crossed paths with him. It wasn't the first time he insinuated we had, but I couldn't for the life of me think of when that might have been.
Surely I would remember seeing him. He wasn't the sort of man that any woman in her right mind would forget.
I decided to just ask, "When?"
"When did I see you?" I nodded as he strolled closer. "Before your graduation. You were wearing a blue dress with a collar that went like this." He traced the v-shape across the bare part of my skin, his finger dipping dangerously close to my bra as it skated across my cleavage. "And a hemline around here." He traced another line across my upper-thigh, several inches higher than where that dress actually fell. Wishful thinking on his part, probably."
"Oh." I didn't know what to say.
He wasn't done. He pulled a scrap of fabric out of his pocket and handed it to me. I traced the familiar letters of the monogram in the corner. It was an exact copy of the handkerchief sitting neatly folded on my dresser at home. I was crying too hard after the governor's horrible words to see the person in right in front of me, but I remember thinking he must be a real gentleman to let me run off with his fancy handkerchief.
A real gentleman. Ha.
Jairo was anything but that.
"What were you doing there?" I asked. The whole reason the governor's security guy had to let us in the door was because the stadium didn't open that early. No one else was supposed to be there besides the governor, the university president, and the staff setting up the graduation display.
Jairo ignored my question. He took me gently by the shoulders and turned me so that my back was to him. He wrapped his arms around me as he dragged me close so he could kiss the back of my neck. Now, I felt his cock pressing against the crook of my ass. One of his arms rested right under my breasts as the other snaked around my waist. He wasn't touching me explicitly, but the way he kissed my neck made it feel as intimate as if he was.
"I don't want to know, do I?" I guessed.
"It's probably better if you don't," he admitted, only taking his lips off me long enough to answer before they were teasing the space between my neck and shoulder again.
I considered pressing the issue to see if he might give me a real answer. My intuition said it was better not to know—better not to get too involved in things I clearly didn't understand.
Regular businessman didn't cover their houses in cameras or live out in the middle of nowhere.
They also didn't keep their nieces or random woman locked away like prisoners. Whatever he was involved in, I needed to do my best to stay far away from it.
I couldn't help but wonder, though, if Alex's dad had something to do with it. I couldn't imagine Jairo being involved with our squeaky clean university
president, but Governor Duffey had proven time and again that he wasn't a stand-up guy. The thought of him having any involvement with that disgusting excuse for a man made me feel physically ill. Thinking of the governor made me shudder violently.
But all thoughts of that man quickly went out the window when Jairo pushed me towards the bed with far more force than necessary.
I jerked around to yell at him for manhandling me, but didn't get the chance. His mouth was on mine before I could get the first words out. He yanked a fistful of my tangled hair to jerk my head back. The force of it sent my whole body back enough that before I realized what was happening, I was bouncing in the center of the bed.
I blinked up at Jairo with a frown that he ignored.
"Let me make one thing clear," he began, stalking the end of the bed like a predator preparing to pounce, "I own this house, and as long as you're in it, I own you, too. Now, I'm done playing with you. If you're going to tell me to leave then do it, but otherwise shut the fuck up and stop fighting me."
It took me a second to realize that he must have thought my shudder was me trying to pull away from him. It would be an easy misunderstanding to clear up, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I liked the fire in his eyes. I liked the angry way he spoke to me. And I even liked that he couldn't seem to stop manhandling me every time he got a little mad.
So, I let him stay mad.
I kept my face as blank as I could, giving nothing away as he stared down at me. That seemed to make him more angry. He started to reach for me and I tensed in anticipation, but he only wrapped his fingers around one side of my panties. He dragged them so hard down my legs that I winced but didn't dare speak up for fear that he might actually stop.
He climbed over me on the bed, looking everywhere but at my eyes. I scrambled out of my bra on my own for him, giving him something else to look at. I didn't mind his eyes on me. Not when he looked at me like he might kneel down and worship my body like a temple. He made no attempts to hide the wild attraction in his eyes as his hands roamed over me.
I had no interest in being a passive partner.
His eyes sparked with surprise as I attempted to drag his clothes off of him. I was completely undressed while he was still fully clothed and I didn't appreciate that disadvantage. He helped me get him out of his clothes until not even his socks were left.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him down to me, moaning as his body slid up mine to meet my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss.
Even through his clothes, I'd been able to tell he was well-hung, but peeking down at him bare was a whole other thing. I struggled to swallow around my sudden nerves as I imagined him railing me with that thing.
Jairo was right about one thing—I wouldn't be thinking of any other man.
Alex who?
I squirmed under the weight of his body, desperately in need of relief again even after the first orgasm he managed to give me. I imagined he felt the same considering his cock looked hard enough to explode at any moment. I reached between us, suddenly obsessed with feeling him. I gasped as his shaft twitched against my hand as I wrapped it around his girth the best I could.
As I softly stroked the length of him, he lined himself up between my legs.
"Aren't you glad you stayed?" he asked as he pulled my hand away and kissed the tops of my knuckles.
I laughed. "You didn't give me a choice.”
"I know." He grinned as he thrust into me with no warning, pushing my body a whole foot up the bed from the impact of it. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as my body struggled to adjust to the size of him.
He didn't give me a chance to get comfortable. He started pumping into me like we were on a time limit. Something about his frenzied manner only made me more hot for him. I was soaking wet, a natural lubricant I was thankful for considering how hard he pounded me. I arched up to meet him every time, despite the slight pain of him splitting me open.
Eventually, the pain subsided and all that was left was intense pleasure. Once again, my pleasure came with no warning. I grasped wildly at his shoulders as my body shook with the tremors of the longest orgasm I'd ever experienced. Instead of letting me ride it out, he sunk his hand between our bodies to tease my clit and milk my pleasure out of me until I collapsed back on the bed.
Completely spent. I had nothing left.
He chuckled down at me as he renewed his strokes, unbothered by my temporary paralysis. The second I could feel my limbs again I doubled down on my efforts to help him finish. It was the least I could do after the orgasmic gift he'd just given me.
It didn't take long before he groaned and buried his face against my neck.
We stayed like that for a minute before he pulled out and rolled over next to me. I felt cum mix with my own leftover moisture and felt unbelievably thankful that I never missed a birth control pill. Thanks to the hot-and-cold foreplay we had going before sex, I didn't even stop to consider other protection. I made a mental note to get checked by my doctor when I went home.
Any man that knew his way around a woman's body like that had to have gotten around.
Jairo made no move to get up, but his presence started to irritate me. The sex we had was uncomparable, I couldn't dispute that, but he wasn't my boyfriend. He hadn't wooed me to get me there, he kept me hostage and then made demands that admittedly got me hotter than they should have. But that didn't give him the right to settle into the bed next to me.
He needed to go. I needed him to go.
I couldn't think clearly with the heady smell of him next to me. He wasn't even touching me at the moment and I still felt tangled up in him. I needed a chance to clear my head. And I needed to make sure we didn't have a repeat performance of the very stupid thing I'd just allowed to happen.
"You should go," I said, rolling on the bed to face away from him.
He didn't move. I could hear his uneven breathing so I knew he was awake and had heard me. I decided to wait him out.
After a few minutes, he seemed to realize I wasn't changing my mind. He got out of the bed and stomped around the room, to get his clothes I assumed. As his footsteps got further away towards the door, something heavy went crashing to the ground. I flinched at the sound but still refused to roll over. If I looked at him, I would cave and ask him to stay.
I was too confused to make that sort of decision at the moment.
Once the door slammed shut, I rolled in the other direction to see what had fallen. It was the chair that I left by the door. It looked like he shoved it out of his way—and hard. It laid sideways on the ground and one of the legs was no longer attached. I felt a little guilty about upsetting him like that but I forced myself to swallow it down.
I don't owe him anything, I reminded myself.
I wanted so badly to wallow in my sudden flood of emotions, but I knew with the camera in the room that I risked Jairo seeing anything I did. So, I forced myself to lay calmly on the bed until my body felt capable of moving again. I kept up my blank expression and lack of reaction even as I went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower with a slight limp.
I believed Jairo when he said he didn't watch the bathroom cameras ordinarily, but I wouldn't put it past him to decide to watch now. He'd seen every physical part of me that there was to see. Now, it was only the emotional side I felt compelled to hide from him.
15
Jairo
Her hands ran soap over her body, cleaning the places where I touched her without any acknowledgement of what we'd done together. Other than a little bit of a wince when she stepped into the shower, there was no sign I even fucked her. As if the whole thing between us got erased the second she stepped under the water and washed the evidence of me away.
I felt like a real jackass that hours later I was still re-watching the recording of her showering after she asked me to leave her room
I wasn't lying when I told her I didn't usually watch the bathroom cameras, but I couldn't seem to help
myself once I saw how calm she was after I left the room like she asked. At the time, I thought she was upset and wanted space. The video said something different.
At first, when she laid there on the bed not moving, I thought she might still have a break-down over what we'd done. But then she got up and walked to the bathroom like she was fine. It drove me crazy not knowing what was going through her head. I had to see her reactions, so I switched over to the bathroom camera.
But she wasn't fucking reacting at all.
So I kept watching it over and over again, letting the recording function as my own personal torture.
For me, nothing compared to how it felt to fuck Brooke. She was so responsive and gave as good as she got, a surprise for me considering I expected uncertainty on her behalf because of her inexperience. Not so. Her body knew exactly what to do, and I had to believe it was because it was us, and her body was made for me.
Anger welled up deep inside of me as I watched time-after-time as she casually washed up. She seemed completely unaffected, and it made me tempted to go back in her room and fuck her twice as hard as punishment.
Then I kept imagining her reacting the same way afterwards and I wasn't sure I would be able to stomach it a second time.
Part of me thought I ought to grab a fistful of that pretty hair of hers and bend her over my knee. She sure as hell wouldn't be able to ignore me when she couldn't sit down the next day. Somehow I didn't imagine that going over well. She was liable to take a real swing at me if I tried it.
No, it turned out Brooke Harris was not the submissive type.
If someone mentioned a month ago that I would be so taken by a woman I couldn't control... well, I wouldn't have believed that for one goddamn second. Now here I was panting after her like a pathetic puppy waiting for her to show me a bit of attention.