PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels)

by Kristal Baird

‘It’s me, Cally. Come to get what you promised me.’

  She came to full consciousness in a sudden flash of awareness and tried to scuttle away from him, further up the bed. ‘What the fuck?’

  ‘Ssshh,’ he hushed her. Moved forward, positioning his body over hers again.

  ‘I left you –’

  Jake interrupted. ‘That’s right. You left me, you bad girl. I didn’t mind fooling around when you were there too, but it got a little lonely, just me and my best pal.’ Jake glanced down at his rock-solid penis and her eyes followed his, down his body.

  He could see she still couldn’t make any sense of it, by the cute little frown across her forehead. But she knew why he was here. The evidence was irrefutable.

  ‘You were chained up to the frame. I didn’t open it.’ Cally looked toward the door as if she expected someone else to walk in the room. His accomplice.

  Jake followed her line of sight this time. He grinned, understanding completely what she was thinking. ‘It’s just you and me, Cally. There’s no one else here.’

  She looked pissed. ‘Then how the hell did you get out of there?’

  He liked that cute little frown on her face. The doubt. ‘I let myself out.’ He grinned some more.

  ‘What the fuck?’

  ‘Will you stop saying that, Cally?’ Jake knew he looked at her with an intensity born of the state of his body’s need for hers. Immediate need. He leant in and kissed her open lips.

  She wrenched her head aside to avoid him. Jake reached up a hand, grasping her chin in his fingers. He forced her lips to meet his again and kissed her, hard. Much as she tried, she could not avoid him, but she clamped her mouth shut and refused to let him inside.

  Jake released her chin and grasped the bottom edge of the T-shirt, sliding it upward to get a look at her body. She shoved his hand away. ‘Don’t touch me,’ she spat out. She appeared to be still in a daze.

  He froze, beginning to feel a little taut. He wanted her now. Right now. ‘Just so we’re all clear about this, we’re back to normal,’ he informed her. ‘We had a little fun pretending you were in control for a while, but normal service has just been resumed.’ He took hold of the fabric again and hitched it up to her waist.

  Cally kicked her legs out, to get him off. ‘What do you mean, pretending? I chained you up. Did things to you.’

  ‘Oh, you did things to me all right, honey. And now you see the results before you. You got me hot as all hell. Now you’re going to have to cool me back down again.’ He slid his hand slowly up her soft inner thigh.

  She tried pulling his hand off her. ‘How did you get out?’

  ‘I never was chained against my will. I wouldn’t have allowed you to do that.’

  ‘But you chained me against mywill,’ she retorted.

  ‘Did I? You think about that one, Cally.’ This delay was only serving to make him more ferociously male and predatory. And his female target was nicely in his sights. He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her onto her back underneath him, collapsing his weight on top of her. Jake settled her silken thigh outside his hip.

  He shifted enough to pull the T-shirt up over her breasts. God he adored those delights. Full and soft, with a hard centre, just like his favourite chocolates. He lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth, waiting for it to melt.

  Cally rammed the fingers of both her hands through his hair and yanked his head back, away from her body.

  Jake reached back and extracted one of her hands from his hair, pulling a clump out as he did so. He held her fist up above her head, cramming it into the pillow, and started to nudge his erection toward her tight little cunt.

  Cally squirmed beneath him, which he found quite stimulating, in his advanced state of erotic desire.

  ‘Get off me, you great ape!’ she squealed. Freeing her untrapped hand from his hair, she used it to push at his chest, trying in vain to get his weight off of her.

  Jake discontinued his activities. ‘Ape? I’ve been called plenty of things before, but a primate? I like it.’ Cally stopped struggling, as he continued. ‘Are you trying to tell me you refuse to have sex with me? You get me all worked up with your teasing little fingers and tortures and you refuse to see it through to the end?’

  Cally looked at him as if he sounded quietly mad and deadly. She tried to placate him. ‘That’s only the frustration talking. You made me feel pretty mad at times too, when you wouldn’t let me have any.’

  Jake gave a tight little laugh. The moment for humour was over. He knew she was right but he wasn’t in any mood to concede the point. ‘Well I’m letting you have some now. In fact, I insist on it.’ He jerked her around beneath him until he’d dragged the T-shirt over her head completely and tossed it across the room.

  They ended up back in the same position, both entirely naked now. Jake reached between his legs and took his cock in his hand. The grimace on his face portrayed how near he was to coming.

  Cally struggled to avoid it, again. Jake wrapped a powerful arm around her middle and shifted their position until she was sitting up against the headboard and he was kneeling, straddling her thighs.

  ‘Hit me,’ he ordered her.

  ‘What?’ She seemed surprised. Shocked.

  ‘Hit me,’ Jake repeated. ‘You don’t want me to force myself on you, so fight me off. Hit me.’

  Cally didn’t need telling a third time. She struck him around the face. Jake didn’t flinch. ‘Is that all you’ve got? I said hit me, not caress me.’

  Drawing back her hand for greater impact, Cally struck out again. Her palm landed with a resounding smack on the side of his face. Again, Jake didn’t react.

  ‘That was a little better, but it’s not going to stop me. You’ll have to fight harder than that if you want to get out of this untouched.’

  Cally struck him with one hand, then the other. Jake tapped her back across the cheek with the ends of his fingers. She didn’t even register how gently he did it, she was riven with rage.

  They traded similar blows for a moment until Cally went ballistic. She hit and punched and thumped Jake until her breath came hard and fast. Then he kissed her. She bit his lip and he yelped and pulled back. He pulled her onto her back beneath him again and grabbed her breasts as she kicked and rolled from side to side to escape his groping hands.

  Then suddenly she was pulling him toward her. Scratching him, kissing him, licking his lips and sucking his tongue into her open mouth.

  He rolled over, twisting onto his back, and pulled Cally over him, releasing her. She pushed herself up and straddled his hips frantically as he lay back, reaching forward with his hands and fretting her nipples with his thumbs. ‘What are you going to do to me now, honey?’ Jake urged her onward.

  Cally lifted herself upright onto her knees, positioning his questing prick at the juicy little entrance to her vagina. Just like she had done a few hours ago with a dildo, she sheathed his erection fully as she sank slowly over it, as low as she could get.

  ‘I’m going to fuck you, Jake. Take you.’ Cally ground out the words.

  Jake felt a renewed surge of tension roll through his prick’s length from tip to root as Cally’s muscles gripped and squeezed his shaft, with an echoing frisson returning all the way back again. The wild sensation itched to the ends of every limb, making his hands fist, his toes curl, and his teeth clench.

  Cally undulated her hips in a rolling motion, forward and up and back and down, grinding the thick shaft in her sensitive cave of muscles and nerves. Her hands reached back and teased his hot rocks, reciprocating for the pleasurable friction with which he was rewarding her erect nipples.

  ‘Oh yes, Cally. Keep doing that. Oh yeah. That feels so fucking fantastic.’

  ‘Shut up and fuck me harder.’

  ‘Demanding bitch,’ Jake laughed. He rolled again, taking her with him. He withdrew his weapon slowly almost to the unsheathed globe end. He looked down at it, glossy and glowing with her come, as it entered her pussy. He
watched, fascinated, as her entrance stretched to accommodate it, pushing in a short way and drawing back out again. Slowly.

  He thrust deeper and harder, in and out, fascinated as the heavy weight of her breasts swayed back and forth with the impact of each propulsion. Her look of tortured ecstasy matched only her little kitten mewls in exciting his own responses. He adored it when a woman voiced her reactions, especially as she came, like a high-pitched violin being played with his expert bowing. He loved to see how long he could draw out that high note.

  But Jake withdrew. Before it was too late, he wanted to look at her cunt for a moment. It would only be a moment, he knew, he was so close to coming himself and he ran the risk that the sight of her swollen pussy might be the very thing that pushed his boat over the falls. But still, he couldn’t resist. He pulled back and pushed her thighs asunder, holding open the pussy lips that outlined her plump little slit, with his fingers. Her dusky pink tissues, moist and inviting called his fingers to them. He stroked them through its length easily, back and forth, gliding in the slickness of her come.

  She was a horny, sexy little bitch and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her body signalled the full story. Jake flicked his thumb slowly over her clitoris and she yelped and moaned. He held off for a bit until her hips jerked, as her greedy flesh sought the release his fingers could provide her with. He flicked her again across the clit a couple of times.

  ‘You like that, Cally?’ Jake snarled out his rhetorical question.

  ‘Yes. Ooh. Do it. Again, Jake,’ Cally pleaded between hitched breaths.

  He bent over and flicked her aroused clit with his tongue. Once, twice, a final time. Her hips bucked wildly, so close to orgasm. He pulled back, watching her cunny search for his administrations in vain.

  Jake sat back, holding his cock firmly, as if he could prevent the final eruption occurring. ‘What do you want from me, Cally?’ The pain of delay ripped through his voice too.

  ‘Put your cock in my pussy, Jake,’ she pleaded.

  ‘And why should I reward you that way?’ Jake held both her hands above her head, in one of his, to prevent the inevitable self-stimulation she sought. His position was perfect to comply with her wishes. Just another inch forward.

  ‘Because you want to come too?’

  ‘Wrong answer. Do you think I couldn’t get up and walk away?’ Jake knew it was probably a lie. He was dying even as he delayed.

  ‘Don’t go, Jake.’

  He shoved two fingers inside her vagina and agitated her G-spot, and her mind, before withdrawing them.

  ‘Don’t stop. Touch me. Please, Jake. We can go back to how it was before.’ Cally had difficulty speaking.

  ‘How was it before?’ He slicked across her clit again to keep her edgy.

  ‘Mmm,’ she moaned. ‘Whatever you want. I’ll do it.’ Her breath came fast and shallow.

  ‘That is why you are here, is it not?’

  ‘Yes, Jake.’

  He gave her another rewarding stroke.

  ‘Mmm. Oooh.’

  Jake was out of words. It was far too late for that now. He plunged his pulsing appendage straight into her vagina and it contracted instantly around him. As he thrust, Cally gave a high-pitched, animal wail that rose in intensity as her orgasm forced her vaginal walls to grip him, limiting his final throes to restricted jerks.

  ‘Oh Cally,’ he groaned. ‘Cally. Oh God, Cally.’ His come gushed through her channel, bursting to escape the intensely packed space between them, like a lava flow of molten heat. He felt so tight he could snap.

  Cally shuddered beneath him as she came, thrashing upward to meet his last wringing thrusts, resentful of letting a single sensation escape her.

  Jake collapsed upon her, drawing her tightly to him and they both lay utterly still, their saturated organs melded as they contracted spasmodically, drawing them both to a nerve-tingling, fragile subsidence.

  As rational thought slowly returned to Jake’s mind, he recalled himself calling out her name in the midst of his ejaculation. Jesus, what was he playing at? She was here to be trained, for God’s sake. For some other man to use and enjoy. Not him.

  Completely unprofessional. He rolled off her in self-disgust. ‘Get dressed,’ he said, and threw his T-shirt across to her. He wouldn’t even look at her. Couldn’t. This wasn’t how he should be acting, feeling, around one of his client’s women.

  She was Mathers’ to fuck and pleasure himself with. The sooner he accepted that fact, the better. He clawed a hand through his hair and stalked off to come to his senses under the shower. He had a phone call to make, to initiate the arrangements for tomorrow. He wouldn’t even think about it. Just do it. Get the job done. Finished. Get Cally Hammond the hell out of his sorry life. For her own good.

  Tomorrow would be the hardest day. For him and for her. Especially now.

  Cally took a lot longer to recover than Jake seemed to. She lay there for ages, coming down from the madness of the most frantic sexual experience she had ever participated in. The fucking that fell somewhere between the violence of violation and the sharing of a wild lovers’ passion and yet was no part of either. Her heart pounded and her chest heaved as if she couldn’t possibly ever get enough breath inside her to survive. Only some of that feeling was the result of the frantic physical exertions in which she had partaken.

  She had wanted Jake Stone. Really wanted him. Not just sex, but him. Just for that moment of mad abandon. And he had called to her, lost in orgasmic turmoil, as if she was the only woman on Earth who could rescue him from drowning. Called out her name, over and over. So she’d thought he wanted her too. It rang in her ears like a false benediction. But afterwards? Just as soon as he had finished, he had walked off and not looked back once.

  No. Even worse than that. He had made her feel like a used whore. One he couldn’t get out of his house, out of his sight, quickly enough.

  The realisation made tears well in her eyes. She was angry with herself, dashing away the moisture that spilled down her face. Why should she care? She was only in this for a job. And not his damn job. She wouldn’t work for Jake Stone if he promised her a diamond mine. And she didn’t want him either. It was the sex that had turned her crazy. She wanted to crucify him, to throw him to the sharks. Except she wasn’t much further forward in doing that.

  Cally sat up and wiped her eyes savagely. He wasn’t worth her tears. She was going to get this damned assignment finished and get the hell out of Jake Stone’s life as quickly as she could. And that would be his loss. She would focus her mind on her future. Her journalistic future. Nothing to do with him, except for exposing him for the bastard he was. That would be her first coup. This would be his last.

  Chapter Ten

  DETERMINED TO STOP herself thinking about what Jake had just done, Cally needed to occupy her mind. She went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge for food. Cook something. Make food. Eat. Be a journalist. Get Jake Stone to talk.

  The faster she got what she wanted, the faster she could leave and never have to see him again. Cally bit down on her lower lip, hard, to prevent herself thinking about what she had wanted and what she had just got. And the difference between them.

  There was a packet of fresh, chilled linguine. Cream, garlic, parsley, a little chilli, and a fresh bottle of olive oil. She wasn’t about to retrieve the one she’d left in the spare room. She crushed all thoughts of that one, and what she’d used it for, out of her head. Everything here she needed but crab meat. She could make no-crab linguine. She thought about what would have happened if there had been crab. Would he have picked the meat out of hers? Forbidden her a bite, even after she had made it. Would crab even count? She didn’t care. She would throw the whole damn bowl of it over his head if he tried to stop her eating what she made.

  So much for being his submissive sex slave. Right now she was so angry, so upset, she didn’t care what he thought. What he would do to her next.

  She could hear him taking a shower. Wa
shing all trace of her off his skin.

  By the time he returned, she had thrown together a passable pasta dish. She put it in the middle of the table, between two plates, two chairs, yet even with the table between them it still felt as if he would be sitting too close to her.

  Jake stood in the doorway to the kitchen for a moment. She studiously ignored him as she continued to lay out cutlery. God, this felt so fucked up. Sexual shenanigans with your pseudo-boss followed by a civilised, intimate little dinner for two. Maybe a candle would complete the charade? Mockery came easily to her mind.

  Cally looked up as Jake returned carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She nearly groaned at the farcical nature of the gesture, but perhaps getting a little bit drunk was the best thing that could happen right now. He opened a drawer, rummaged for an old-fashioned corkscrew, and popped the cork with muscular ease.

  Chianti? With no-crab linguine? The man really was an ape. Abusing him, if only in her mind, made her feel better, somehow. It was probably the only wine he had in the apartment, she conceded. He filled the glasses with the red fluid and held one out to her. She couldn’t bring herself to take it from his hand so he placed it on the table and sat down. He was dressed in jeans and a clean, white shirt, not buttoned all the way to the top. God, he looked sexy. His hair was towelled dry but still damp. She liked the way he looked and hated herself for it. It only made the situation she was in that bit more awful.

  As she sipped her wine, Jake downed his glass completely and poured another. He couldn’t even look at her. God, it made her want to cry all over again.

  She forked some of the creamy pasta onto her plate and tossed the utensils back into the bowl. She was damned if she was going to serve him. She’d let him fuck her all ways to Wednesday, maybe, but dish up his food? Not likely. She knew it sounded petty and pathetic, even in her own head.

  The silence in the room was deadly. Jake swivelled the servers round to his side of the bowl and heaped a pile of food onto his plate. She was glad to see the devastation hadn’t ruined his appetite. Her thoughts remained sour.