by Taylor Brent
I was done with this scene. Rubbing elbows with the rich and famous had never been my idea of a good time, anyway.
As I walked across the parking lot to my car, a white Bugatti Veyron, movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention to the edge of the lot. There was Scarlett, standing in front of her own small car with the hood up, gazing down at the engine with a frown. Everything about her body language, from the cock of her hip to the clenched fists at her side, screamed pissed off.
“God damn it,” I heard her mutter as I approached. Hearing my footsteps, she snapped her head in my direction, looking relieved for a split second before she hardened her features. Such a stubborn woman.
“Got a problem?” I asked, knowing full well that my smile was a smug one.
“Clearly,” she said, looking me up and down.
“Ouch,” I said playfully, placing my hand on my chest. “That hurts.”
She rolled her eyes but rewarded me with a small smile. “My car won’t start. I have no idea what’s wrong.”
“Yeah, I figured. Well, I better give you a ride then.”
“Oh, no. You don’t have to.”
“Do you have any better options?” I asked, looking around at the deserted parking lot. It seemed we were the only people planning to cut out early.
“I guess I’ll have to call someone.”
“Why bother someone else? Just get in my car.” I turned around and started walking away. After a moment, I heard a soft sigh and the hood of Scarlett’s car slamming shut. She caught up to me just as I was opening the passenger door for her.
“Thanks,” she said, sliding into the seat and giving me a killer view of her toned legs. I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around me. I gave her a wolfish grin as I shut the door. It was going to happen. Tonight.
Chapter 3
Scarlett
The car ride was tense, at least for me. We were too close, and he was too raw. Too powerful of a presence to be ignored. I couldn’t keep my body from reacting to him, no matter how hard I tried.
But it was wrong. I was being so unprofessional. The line between business and pleasure was becoming blurred the longer I was around him.
What was it about this man that made me want to break all the rules?
He had a charismatic quality that captivated me. Also, he was so good looking that I could hardly believe he was real. I must be losing my mind.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he opened his car door. We had just reached my apartment, a first-floor walk-up with a stoop and wrought iron railings.
“Walking you to the door,” he replied, as if it were obvious.
“You don’t need to do that. Thanks for the ride,” I stepped from the car and groaned when he followed.
He was making it impossible to keep some distance between us. I slammed his car door and stomped up the steps, angry at myself, at Liam, at this whole damn situation. Most of all, I was angry at the idea of going to bed alone just because it was the right thing to do.
I heard him chuckle behind me as I reached the landing in front of my door and my blood boiled. Rounding on him, I let my own inner turmoil spill out in the form of aggression.
“What the hell is so funny?” I snapped. Liam stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes on me. I knew that I should feel intimidated, but the danger in his expression looked more like a promise to me. Fiery excitement filled me, and my pussy wept.
“You, Scarlett. You’re lashing out in every way you can, slamming and stomping, trying to use your wicked tongue against me. Anything you can think of to push me away,” he moved closer and closer as he spoke, not stopping until we were perilously close. Yet, he didn’t touch me.
Please, please touch me again.
“It’s a waste of time. This little act you’re putting on,” he exclaimed, his voice dark. “Do you think I can’t see through it? Do you think I don’t know how you quiver for me?”
As he spoke, I took a shuddering breath, essentially confirming his words. Liam reached out and traced my cheekbone with his knuckles, the barely-there touch prickling my nerve endings.
“How do you know?” I asked, my voice a breathy whisper. I wasn’t used to feeling like this, so vulnerable to a man.
“It’s in your eyes, so dark they’re nearly black but so expressive. They give you away every time.”
“What are they saying now?”
“Take me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Your eyes are begging me to take you.”
My entire body broke out in goosebumps. I had never been so turned on, or further from sanity.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
As the words left my mouth, the air became charged between us. I couldn’t say which one of us moved first, but we were suddenly in the midst of a frenzied collision, our mouths molded together while we pawed at each other. I was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body, so strong even though I knew we had barely scratched the surface here.
His hands seemed to be everywhere, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Instinctively, I tangled my tongue with his, fighting for control of the kiss, refusing to fully give in to this domineering man. Frustrated, he pinched my ass, causing me to gasp into his mouth.
I fumbled to find my keys in my purse and insert them into the door at my back without the gift of sight, as I couldn’t bring myself to break away from him. It took far longer than normal, but I finally twisted the key in the lock and shoved the door open. We went tumbling across the threshold, barely maintaining our balance, and slamming the door behind us.
I didn’t waste any time in pushing Liam’s tux jacket off his shoulders, while he pulled the zipper down my back, causing my dress to pool at my feet. I was left in my black lace bra and high heels since I wasn’t wearing panties. He was quick to reach around behind me and unhook the bra, dropping it to the floor carelessly. I was now nude, and my stomach fluttered at the feeling. I was completely exposed to this gorgeous man.
Liam finally broke our kiss to run his eyes over my form, his gaze scorching me. I watched, mesmerized, as he stripped himself out of the tuxedo faster than I would’ve thought possible, until he was bare before me. He stood, unashamed as I stared wide-eyed at his hardened member.
He was more than ready to take me, and I felt my core clench in anticipation. He looked over my shoulder at the apartment behind me and smiled.
“Leave the heels on and follow me,” he said, leading me into my own kitchen. It was a small space with white walls and dark wooden cabinets. There was an island in the center of the kitchen with the same granite top that was on the counters surrounding us.
Liam stopped beside the island and pulled me into his body. I felt his erection pressed against my stomach, emitting heat against my bare skin.
“You know what I think? I think you need to be taught a lesson for your behavior today,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“W-what?”
“You were very bad today, teasing me at the office and the fundraiser before running away. There’s also your poor attitude to be dealt with.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I told you in the conference room to watch your tone, didn’t I? And you challenged me in front of everyone.” His tone was dark, full of menace. I trembled, whether it was from fear or excitement, I couldn’t say.
“So, you’re planning to…punish me?”
The question hung heavy in the air as Liam shot me a calculating look.
“Yes,” he said, seriously. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now turn around and put your hands on the island.”
I hesitated, but I couldn’t stop this now. My body was craving him too much. I needed this experience, to know what it was to be with him. Could I handle it?
Slowly, I turned my body away from him and placed my palms flat on the island. I stared at the beige countertop as he came up close behind me. I could feel his body heat against my backside.
I couldn’t see h
im and that made my entire body hyper-aware. So, when his hands touched my shoulders, I jolted, feeling strained by my position.
“Easy now, we’ve only just begun.”
With that, Liam trailed his hands over the sensitive skin of my back, moving downward. My breath left my body in a rush as he reached my ass, kneading it. Moving his hands to my hips, he pulled them toward him until I was bent over.
I had a feeling I knew what was coming, but Liam surprised me by nudging my legs further apart with his feet. I followed the unspoken command and let out an audible gasp as he reached his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy from behind.
“That’s right, baby. Enjoy the pleasure,” he said, working his hand through my wet folds and finding my clit easily, I started to straighten up, my body compelled to move. He placed his free hand on my back and pushed me back into position. “But don’t forget your punishment. Hands on the island.”
I made an indiscernible sound of protest but complied. He had started circling my clit, drawing a loud groan from my lips. Trailing his free hand down my back, Liam stopped when he reached my ass once again.
“Time to learn a lesson,” he said. That was the only warning I got as Liam lifted his hand and brought it back down against my bare ass cheek, the slapping sound seeming to echo in the space as I whimpered.
He didn’t stop using his fingers on me, though. The pleasure canceled out the pain almost immediately and I moaned my satisfaction.
He spanked me again, harder this time. The sting made me gasp, but my pleasure was heightened as well. After spanking me a third time, Liam trailed his hand down to my opening and slipped a finger inside of me. I was moaning nonstop now.
“So fucking wet already. You are a bad girl. You’re not enjoying your punishment, are you?”
He punctuated this question with another slap against my skin and I felt shame fill me. I was enjoying this.
I was supposed to be a strong, independent woman. How could I let this man do this to me in my own home? How could I encourage him with my moans?
“Stay with me,” he said, sensing that my mind was battling my body. “Listen to your body. Nothing matters but this.”
Spanking me once more, Liam pulled his fingers away from my opening, causing a tortured sound to escape me. I couldn’t seem to form words, my need was too great. Gripping my hips again, Liam used his strength to lift me up until my upper body was pressed against the top of the island, the cold granite against my breasts was shocking and I squirmed as I heard him tearing open a condom packet behind me.
My hips were at the edge of the countertop and my legs were hanging off the edge. Liam grabbed my legs and I felt him line himself up at my entrance. Any trace of misgiving I had disappeared. Desperate need filled me.
“I know exactly what a bad girl needs,” he said as he gripped my sore ass.
“Please,” I begged. I did need it.
Ending my torture, Liam sank his full length into me. His breathing was heavy as he paused, fully sheathed inside of me. In that moment, that pause, I decided that I had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing that felt this good could be a bad thing.
As he started to move, finding a punishing rhythm quickly, I could hardly breathe. Ecstasy filled me, making me feel delirious. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the space and the smell of sweat mixed with the air, making me feel like Liam was everywhere, around me and within me.
It was too much. I couldn’t believe how quickly I was nearing the edge of my orgasm, spurred by his thick cock pumping in and out of me. The way he was working my body was mind-blowing. I’d never known a man to bring me such pleasure. He seemed to know how to touch me in just the right way to bring out my inner slut, something I didn’t even know existed.
“Liam, I’m going to…to…”
His response to my words was a final slap against my ass as he thrust inside of me, pushing me over that edge with a scream. My entire body convulsed, and I cried out his name as the world around me faded and I saw nothing but flashes of white light behind my closed eyelids.
“Fuck, Scar. Yes, come on my cock. Oh my God,” he moaned loudly, and I felt him pulsing inside of me, making my own orgasm seem to intensify. As I peaked once again, I knew that I had been ruined for other men. No one else could ever compare. I had found myself a sex god in Liam Bishop.
Chapter 4
Liam
It had been three days since I had seen Scarlett and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Normally, I moved on from a woman after sex, rarely sticking around for more than a single session. But Scarlett was different.
A spitfire with a submissive side, she was just as passionate in the bedroom as she was in the boardroom. I had to have her again. I felt jittery as I sat at my desk, watching the clock. She should be here soon. We had scheduled another negotiation with her client, and I was sure that Scarlett would be happier this time around.
I was trying to come up with a way to get her alone when I looked up and saw her through the glass wall of my office. She was wearing a blue blouse tucked into a pencil skirt and the same high heels she had worn to the fundraiser. My mouth watered.
I had taken her three times that night and insisted that she wear them the whole time my cock was buried inside of her. There was something so damn sexy about a woman in stiletto heels. I wondered if she wore them here on purpose to tantalize me. That might be a punishable offense, I decided with a wicked grin.
As if she heard my thoughts, Scarlett suddenly turned my way and our eyes met. Keeping eye contact with her, I beckoned her with my index finger. She looked around, as if making sure that she was the one I wanted. As if there could be anyone else.
I watched her walk toward me, making no effort to hide my perusal of her body. I was shocked at my own lingering desire for her. Apparently, I couldn’t get enough.
“Push that button on the wall,” I told her as she walked into the office. She did as instructed and the glass around us became opaque. No one would see what I did to her now.
“Hi, how are you?” she asked, her tone formal. I frowned. There was something in her eyes, an uncertainty that I didn’t like one bit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, straight to the point. Her eyes widened.
“How do you always know?” she asked. Then, without waiting for a response, “Listen, the other night was a mistake. It was unprofessional.”
I stood from behind my desk, smirking when her eyes flickered down to my obvious erection. Here she was, putting up walls again, trying to deny herself. Trying to deny me.
That couldn’t be allowed to happen.
“A mistake? So, you’re saying you don’t want it to happen again?” I asked calmly as I prowled closer to her. Her eyes were glued to me. I felt like a lion stalking a gazelle.
“No. I mean, yes. That’s what I’m saying. I want to forget that it ever happened.” She had never been so timid in my presence before. There was no conviction in her voice.
“Is that so?” I asked. She took a step backward as I reached her, but I shot my hand out and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her hips flush against mine. I wanted her to feel how hard she made me.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Well, let’s just see about that.” I shoved my hand up the front of her skirt, under the lace panties there, and ran my finger along her pussy. I pulled my hand back out and held it out between us. “It looks to me like your body feels differently. I think what you really want is to go another round, right this minute.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at the evidence of her arousal on my finger. There was no denial she could offer, it was clear what she wanted.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded. I saw defiance flash in her eyes, so I reached out and pinched her nipple through the silk blouse, making her jump. “Do it.”
Staring at me with fire in her eyes, Scarlett leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my finger, swirling her tongue around the digit as she did so. When she was done
with my finger, I pulled her into a heated kiss, traced her mouth with my tongue so that I could get a taste of her sweetness myself.
“You want me. No matter what you say, you can’t hide your body’s desire.”
“I can’t do this,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Oh, we’re not going to have sex. You’ve been bad again. This time you’re going to do something for me,” I opened my pants as I spoke, pulling out my throbbing cock. Her treatment of my finger had inspired me.
“What do you mean?”
“Get over here behind the desk.” I ignored her question, walking to my chair with my erection hanging out in the open. I loved the way that Scarlett’s eyes were drawn to it.
She followed, looking uncertain. I sat down in the chair and began stroking myself slowly. Scarlett stood in front of me and I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched.
“Get on your knees,” I demanded as a drop of clear liquid appeared at my tip. “It’s time to put that sharp tongue of yours to good use, worshipping my cock,” I said.
“I just said we couldn’t do this anymore,” she said crossing her arms. It accentuated her large bosom and I could have sworn my erection swelled even more.
“Let me make one thing clear, I make the rules. I’m in charge and I’m telling you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” My voice left no room for argument.
Scarlett didn’t comply at first. I watched patiently as a flurry of emotions played across her face. I saw defiance and anger, followed by desire and even shame. She had to figure out what she wanted.
Finally, she unfolded her arms and slowly lowered herself to the floor in front of me. The sight of her kneeling before me was erotic as hell. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders and she looked up at me through dark eyelashes.
I didn’t say another word, just watched her approach me on her knees. She knew what to do. Replacing my hand with her own, Scarlett worked my cock up and down, her smaller hand soft against me. I kept my gaze focused on her, trying to memorize the sight. This was better than any porn I’d ever seen in my life.