“Does that feel nice?” he asked.
I moaned my answer when he began moving the leather back and forth. And then he surprised me by smacking the belt against my wetness. It wasn’t as hard as it had been against my ass, but still it stung a little.
I bit into my bottom lip to contain the sounds that rushed from the back of my throat. Again, he moved the leather against me, pressing it against my sensitive nub and bringing me close to orgasm.
“It’s okay, baby. You’ve earned it. Feel it. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded my answer.
“Please don’t stop,” the words leapt from my lips.
He stopped, and I looked back to see him pull the belt away from my body, It was glazed with my wetness and he licked it and moaned his approval before tossing his belt to the floor.
Turning away from me, he went back to the couch and took his seat again.
“You may continue,” he said, as if he hadn’t just spanked me with a belt.
I started toward him, but he held up his hand to stop me. “Keep touching yourself.”
Again, I reached down and rubbed. It didn’t take much and I could already feel myself rapidly approaching my release. And then it hit me like a ton of cement—hard and slow, it washed over me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he said through my orgasmic wave.
“Oh God,” I shouted as hot liquid poured from my body. I felt the rush of it spill over my folds and down my thigh.
My legs shook beneath me, and I felt as if I was going to crumble to the floor in a hot, shaking mess. Once I rode the wave, I let my hands fall from my body. Breathing erratically, I was able to open my eyes again.
“Now come here.”
He reached out for my hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked my slick middle finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my fingertip sending a sharp sensation down my arm and in between my legs.
“You taste so sweet,” he said, pulling my finger from his mouth with a pop.
I didn’t know what the next step was. There I was standing there in front of him, juices flowing down my legs.
“Take your dress off.” His heated stare turning even hotter. “I want to see your body.”
Taking a deep breath, I reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it. Cool air brushed my thighs, and then my stomach. My nipples tightening inside my bra, I tossed my dress to the floor.
My fingertips brushed across my lace panties, but before I could touch myself he stopped me again.
“I want those panties. Take them off and give them to me.”
Hooking my thumbs into the top of my panties, I peeled them down. My eyes locked on his hard member, standing tall, begging for attention.
The warm moisture between my folds felt cool when the air touched it. I lifted my leg and pulled the lace from my foot. Trying to not be my usual awkward self, I held them out on one hooked finger.
He took the panties and held them to his nose, sniffing deeply.
“You smell amazing,” he rasped. “They’re fucking soaked, too. Open your legs some and let me see how wet you are.”
I widened my stance.
“No. I still can’t see. Stick two fingers inside and show me.”
Doing as he asked, I dipped my middle finger and ring finger in deep, and moaned at the aching sensation.
Removing my fingers, I moved closer to where he sat on the couch. My panties draped across his shoulder.
This time, he took my drenched fingers and brought them down to his cock, using them to spread my juices around his glistening tip. He took his time, grinding his length, hard into my palm. His eyes locked on mine the entire time.
He brought my hand up to his face and licked between my fingers before letting go. When he pulled back, he grinned up at me.
“You’re incredibly sexy,” he said.
I was standing there in front of him in only my bra. My body was flushed, and still humming with satisfaction, but the ache deep inside of me needed to be rubbed.
“Sebastian…” I started.
“What is it, sweetheart? Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Without invitation, I moved forward and straddled his lap. When my wet sex rubbed against his hardness, his abs tightened and the muscles in his jaw popped.
“I want you.” My words were deep and raspy.
“I’m all yours,” he said, reaching up and pushing my hair over my shoulders.
My fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt, as he reached over and drained the liquid in his glass.
Pushing the fabric to the side, I was met with bronzed, smooth skin and chiseled muscle. My fingers explored the dips and creases of his torso, and his muscles came alive beneath my fingertips.
Leaning over, I pressed my lips to his shoulder and kissed him from shoulder to chest. His hand moved to the back of my head, sweetly playing with the hair there. His salty flavor rushed across my tongue when I began to lick his nipple.
His head fell back against the couch and a deep sigh sounded. I used my teeth, nibbling on his pebbled nipple, as I continued to taste him.
His hands slid down my spine making me shiver, and then his skillful fingers unhooked my bra. It slipped from my body and he tossed it across the room. He grabbed onto my hips, pulling me harder against him.
“Tell me what you want, Jessica.”
I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to say it. I whined as I circled my hips, spreading my wetness all over his exposed hardness.
“Say it, baby. Say you want me to fuck you. I love to hear that sweet mouth say dirty things.” He moved his hips below me, his tip pressing against my opening.
“Fuck me, Sebastian. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
I could hardly believe I’d said it. It sounded sexy and seductive, yet still full of need. And it worked because suddenly he flipped me on the couch and was perched above me.
His hand moved between us as he pushed at his pants, kicking them onto the floor beside us. He rubbed himself against me like the time before. Except this time, it wasn’t enough. I wanted so much more.
Lifting my hips, I pressed up when he moved back, letting him know how badly I wanted him inside of me.
“Where do you want me?”
“Please, Sebastian. Put it in me.”
“Put what in you, sweetheart?” He pressed again. “My cock? Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”
I wiggled beneath him, trying hard to get him where I wanted him. “I want your big cock, deep inside of me.”
He shifted his body, and I felt him against my entrance once again. “You’re so fucking hot and wet.”
And then he was pushing into me, filling me and stretching my body in a way it had never been stretched. I tensed beneath him, until he was as deep as he could go at the moment.
“Fuck. So hot, so tight.” Pleasure filled his expression and his eyes closed. He pulled back, and pressed into me again, further this time. There was a tiny sting.
I hissed and my thighs tensed against his hips. His eyes popped open and softened.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, don’t stop.” I reached around him and dug my nails into his ass. “More.”
His lips brushed against my forehead and he began to move above me. His hips pressed into mine, his body filling me so completely I was sure I could feel him in my stomach. Sweat gathered between the two of us, making his body slide against mine.
He leaned on his forearms, which were planted firmly into the couch on each side of my head. His face hovered above mine and every now and again he’d lean down and kiss me, filling my mouth with his tongue and the flavor of him.
His movements sped up, and the ache deep inside of me intensified. It wasn’t long before I was moving with him, lifting my hips to meet his thrust and digging my finger nails deep into the flesh on his back.
So close—I was so close. I started to make noi
ses, silently begging him with my eyes for more. He shifted his hips, plowing into me with so much force it should have hurt, but it didn’t—it felt so good. Better than anything I’d felt in my entire life.
“Come on my dick, Jessica. I want to feel that hot come all over the head of my cock.”
It wasn’t making love, it was fucking. At least that’s what he called it. And while I probably should have been disgusted by his words and roughness, I loved it. It was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I wanted him to talk dirty to me. I wanted him to rough me up. I was tired of being treated like expensive china. I wasn’t going to break.
He pushed me closer and higher, but no matter how hard he pushed, I wasn’t going over the edge.
“Fuck it,” he said, pulling out of my body.
Leaning back, he scooped up my hips and lifted my body from the couch and to his mouth. My shoulders dug into the couch, as my thighs and hips were thrust into the air. I was going to complain, but then he stuck two fingers deep inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth.
He worked his fingers, rubbing against the ache, as he sucked a few times. I broke. He held my hips still as I bucked against his face, screaming out a release I was sure everyone downstairs could hear.
When I came down from my orgasm, he was above me again. He wasted no time plunging deep into me, igniting the spark once again. He didn’t hold back, pounding into my body hard and fast.
Mumbling words I didn’t even try to understand, he took over my body and I lay beneath him, watching his beautiful face morph in pleasure.
He was getting close. I knew because I was beginning to understand his expressions. His mouth fell open, his dark hair falling into his eyes. I pulled him closer, holding him to me.
“Fuck, I’m going to…”
And then he pulled from my body and grabbed himself, tugging and spilling his heat onto my stomach. He growled, as painful pleasure pulled his brows down and made him grit his teeth.
He fell to the couch beside me, our bodies pressed together in a sweaty glaze. Our breaths filled the room with panted heat, as we each tried to catch more oxygen.
Eventually, the room got quiet and the music downstairs pounded against the glass in a rhythm close to my heartbeat. I turned to face him, only to find him sleeping soundly.
Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his dark hair and leaned in for a kiss. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind anymore. I was falling in love with Sebastian, which was a really bad thing.
“SERIOUSLY, SEBASTIAN?” VICK YELLED FROM above me. “This is unacceptable, especially for you. Get your fucking clothes on and get your ass downstairs.”
The side of my face was sticking to the leather on the couch and so was my soft cock. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but I woke up feeling like I’d spent time with every woman in my book. My body was relaxed and sated and I felt so completely exhausted, I could have rolled back over and went right back to sleep.
All I knew was Jessica had been there. She’d proved to me she was worth every dime and more—so much more. I also knew the minute I woke that Jessica was gone. Her warmth wasn’t pressed against me the way it had been after I’d blown my load.
I was lying there, cold and naked on my leather couch, with Vick staring down at me with angry, beady eyes.
“What the fuck is happening to you? You never mixed business and pleasure before.”
I’d definitely gone too far. I hadn’t been planning to fuck her yet—in fact, I had been toying with the idea of letting her go. But the little minx wormed her way in. I wasn’t able to hold back. Not with her touching herself and seducing the fuck out of me.
“Do you hear me?” Vick asked.
Her words cut into my memories of the night before, forcing my morning-after buzz to dissolve quickly.
“What are you talking about? I fired her. I’m not mixing anything.” Standing from the couch, I stretched my naked body and cracked my neck.
“You’re cocking her in your office, during club hours. This is the second time this has happened. You’d never bring your girls up here before. This shit has got to stop.”
I reached down and slipped my pants on.
“This is my office, Vick. I’ll cock every woman in my book, on my fucking desk, all night long, if I want to.” I searched for my shirt and pushed my arms into it. “Since when do you give a shit about where and who I fuck?” I asked, buttoning my shirt.
“Since you started letting this bitch affect your job,” she said, pulling the door open and letting the music from downstairs in. “I’m going down. There are people waiting to see you when you’re done fucking around up here.”
The door slammed behind her for the hundredth time this week. Even though I should have been royally pissed off at being spoken to like that, I wasn’t. I couldn’t think of anything, but the way Jessica felt against my skin. I could smell her all around me. It had never been that way with any other woman. Ever.
I’d been her first. Even though it was supposed to be a special moment for her, I couldn’t help but feel like the moment had been special for me, too. Why me? Why had she so freely given herself to me the way she had? Money aside, I didn’t have to push for it. She had come to me, and that made it feel totally different somehow. And what’s worse, I didn’t hate it.
I fucking loved it.
I spent the rest of the night getting drunker than a skunk in the VIP section. I downed shot after shot, hanging my arms around the shoulders of some of New York’s hottest and richest. I was relaxed and actually enjoying myself in my own establishment, as if I wasn’t at work.
Vick was nowhere to be found and for the first time, I was glad to not have her hovering over me. The waitresses kept the drinks flowing and it wasn’t long before it was closing time. Somehow, I made it upstairs.
The next morning I woke up naked, with a raging hard on, and a headache that hurt too bad to even open my eyes. I could still smell her on my skin, and even though I knew it was a terrible idea, I needed to see her again.
“WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU LIKE?” the saleslady asked.
“Red.”
The color of her hair—the color of lust, and sin, and all the other things I thought of when I thought of Jessica. No other color would do for her. Sure, she looked amazing in anything, but what she was doing to me was forbidden, and I wanted to remember that every time my eyes ran across her body.
I stood to the side and watched as the lady wrapped the red lingerie in a box full of tissue paper. I couldn’t wait to see the lace thong tucked away in the sweet swells of her ass, or the sexy see-through bra, barely covering her perky tits. I was going to really enjoy peeling these expensive bits of lace from her body.
I had the packages delivered to her because I didn’t feel right doing it myself. Delivering presents in person wasn’t something I usually did. Hell, buying presents was something different altogether, but I didn’t see Jessica spending money frivolously on herself. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She was giving, and I couldn’t wait until she was giving me what I wanted again.
As hard as it was, I stayed away from her. It was almost impossible, but necessary. I spent my nights in the club and my afternoons with business and paperwork. Whenever Vick came around, I pretended to be as normal as possible. I certainly didn’t need her shit.
My standoff lasted two whole days. It was then I found myself driving over to Jessica’s condo. I wanted to see her and I didn’t give a shit what anyone else had to say about it. I was at a stoplight, in the middle of the city, when the familiar shade red hair caught my attention.
Jessica was walking down the sidewalk with a happy smile on her face. She had on a simple pair of jeans, a black T-shirt with a faded logo, and a pair of ballet flats. So simple, yet so glorious at the same time.
Not knowing she was being watching, I noticed how graceful, and unique she moved—she stuck out from the crowd. Her light was too bright to be just one of the crowd.
There she was, not knowing I’d replenished her account, and she was giving a homeless man her last bit of change. It spoke a lot about the kind of person she was—the kind of person I could have loved when I was younger. But that was when my life was total chaos and I thought emotions were important.
The cars behind me began to honk and I took off toward her place. I knew I’d get there before her, but I kind of liked the element of surprise.
She stepped off the elevator and into her condo with a smile and a hand full of paperwork. She kicked her shoes off and sighed, reaching down to rub her feet. I liked the fact she seemed so comfortable in the home I’d given her. It made me feel accomplished, like I’d done more in my life than the club.
Without noticing me sitting on her couch, she went into the kitchen, placed the papers on the counter, and filled a glass with water. Her throat worked up and down as she gulped the entire glass down. Her shirt clung to her body, letting me see every dip and curve.
“Enjoy your walk?” I asked.
Her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth to keep the water from spewing out.
“Sebastian, you scared me,” she said, placing her empty glass on the counter.
“I can’t help but wonder if you’d be so jumpy if you had a gun around here.”
The memory of her pale face and the way she shook after we’d been held up, still sat in the front of my mind. I didn’t like the idea of her walking the streets of New York without protection.
“I don’t want to talk about guns again,” she said, coming around the counter and into the living space where I’d been sitting.
“Why were you walking? You could have called Martin.” I changed the subject.
“It’s beautiful out today and I didn’t have to go far. I needed the exercise anyway.”
“What’s with the papers?” I pointed to the stack on the counter.
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