The Seduction

by Jessie Jones

  "Oh my, Bear." Gillian smiled over her shoulder at the Brit. Her smile turned into a groan as he began rubbing his dick along the lips of her pussy. "What a big dick you have."

  "Better to fuck you with, love." John grinned, loving the playful side of her and the nickname Gillian had called him the night of the party. Leaning over her back, he then kissed a trail down her spine before he bit both of her ass cheeks. When she jerked, John chuckled before leaning over her once again to hoarsely whisper in her ear, "And I am going to fuck you, kitten…hard. Tell me you want my cock inside of that beautiful pussy."

  "I want your cock in my pussy, Bear." Gillian cooed as John beat his long, massive cock against the cheeks of her ass.

  "And what do you want this big cock to do kitten?"

  "I want it to fuck me hard."

  John felt the precum oozing from his dick's mushroom shaped head as he slowly slid it back and forth between Gillian's glistening, wet folds. He growled and clenched his white teeth together when he heard and felt his sweet kitten panting and wiggling with anticipation. Just because he wanted to, John slapped her bottom once again. "Be still, woman," he ordered but followed his command by spreading her cheeks and running his tongue along the sensitive skin. John then repositioned his cock at her entrance once more before reaching under Gillian to grip her large, milky breasts. At her ear, he bit the lobe and eased himself deep inside of her pussy. Placing a kiss on the side of her neck, the Brit asked, "How does that feel, kitten?"

  Gillian's head dropped in pleasure as she began to match John's long, slow movements. With a half moan, she said, "Wonderful."

  John continued Gillian's luxurious torture even longer by slowly withdrawing his cock from her cunt completely before plunging back inside with the same leisurely strokes. He chuckled loudly and smacked her behind several times as she fought for some sense of control. Feeling the wetness from her pussy running down his muscular thighs and hearing her frustrated whimpers, he placed kisses on her shoulders. "Is kitten sexually frustrated?" John half groaned, half teased, loving the way the sweat glistened on her pale skin and her cries of pleasure. He knew he was torturing her, but John simply wanted to prolong her pleasure.

  Gillian tried to control the pace of their lovemaking, but John kept a very tight grip on her hips. The sweet agony he was causing her brought tears to her eyes due to its intensity. She wished her hands were free so she could touch John, but clearly, he liked the kink. Her entire body was on sexual overload as her breasts bounced with every thrust and her pussy flooded with desire. A smile touched her swollen, pink lips as her mind hatched a plan to end her blissful torment. Clenching her vaginal walls again, John growled loudly before he sucked in a breath. Gillian then cried out as his hand once again connected with her bottom. She knew that was going to leave a mark.

  "That hurt, John!" Gillian pouted over her shoulder as she fought to undo her restraints. "Stop playing around and fuck me, Bear."

  "Patience, dear kitten." The Brit again chuckled, plunging back into Gillian's warmth. This time, to emphasize who was in control, John reached under her to begin stroking her engorged clit. Her hot, sticky juices flooded his fingers as he toyed with his woman. The breath caught in her throat as he brought her to the brink of orgasm time and time again. As his fingers increased and decreased their tempo, so did his hips. John fully embedded his cock, only to give quick, fast pumps before slowly pulling out and slowing down his thrusts.

  "Please, Bear, let me come, baby. Stop teasing me," Gillian begged, her body quivering from the delicious agony John was inflicting on her. A soft cry escaped her lips as he pulled out from her pussy to slap his cock against her engorged clit again. "Don't pull out, John. Make love to me. I need you."

  "Then you shall have me, kitten," John growled before gripping her hips again and plunging himself inside of her balls deep. She threw back her head as she screamed in pleasure. John then began pounding deep inside of his woman with hard, intense strokes. To intensify Gillian's pleasure, his hand toyed with her sweet spot. As he quickened the circular motions of his fingers, he also increased the speed of his thrusts. With each push of his hips, the sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder and louder. Gillian fought against the binds on her wrists as the wave of her orgasm crested and she cried out in blinding pleasure.

  When the orgasm tore through her body, John immediately untied her hands from the bedpost as she collapsed in a quivering mess. Giving her no time to recover from the magnificent euphoria coursing through her body, the British billionaire lifted her up so her back was flush with his chest. Gripping her neck with one hand and her hip with the other, John continued to fuck his woman at a maddening pace. He kissed her neck and grunted in his own glorious satisfaction as he prolonged her orgasm. Pumping himself deeper and faster inside of her as her sweet, wet pussy pulsed around his cock, John's balls seized up, and with one final push, he shot his load deep inside of her.

  "Fuck!" John yelled, his head collapsing on Gillian's shoulder as stars flashed before his eyes and his body convulsed with pure, raw delight. His lips quickly found hers as he devoured her mouth. He again felt the wetness from Gillian's pussy flowing down his legs as another orgasm coursed through her. She cried out into his mouth, breaking the kiss as she panted and her body went limp in his strong, muscular arms. When every last drop of cum had emptied into Gillian's womb from his receding cock, John laid his American's shuddering body on the bed and pulled out from her warmth. Placing a kiss on both of her ass cheeks before slapping the pale, soft skin once more, John quickly propped himself up on a pile of pillows and dragged her into his arms.

  "Thank you for depositing your honey in my honey pot, Pooh Bear." Gillian smiled, half asleep but completely content with being in John's arms.

  Chuckling loudly, the British billionaire hugged her tightly to his chest. His woman amazed him and made him feel at ease, happy. There was not one thing about this woman that he was not in love with. She was witty, intelligent, sensual, caring, and John knew at that moment that he would do whatever it took to make her happy. "You are so welcome, kitten. Would you like another delivery? The battery is always running in the delivery truck," John asked, moving her hand down to his cock which was already semi-hard even though he had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

  Gillian laughed out loud as she quickly pulled her hand away from John's massive cock to playfully slap at his chest. "Are you serious?" she asked incredulously with a soft smile on her face. "I don't know if I can keep up with you, Mr. Kenric. You're a machine!"

  "Only with you, love," John said sincerely as he hugged her body to him before placing another kiss on her swollen, pink lips. Feeling her body start to shiver, John pulled the covers up over their bodies. There was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of them as they lay together. The silence told John that his little woman was in her head again. He would rather have her asking him questions than drawing conclusions in her brilliant, little brain, so he asked, "Did you still want to talk, kitten? I swear I can hear the thoughts forming in your head. You might as well tell me what's on your mind."

  Gillian sighed loudly as she looked up into John's handsome face. This man was so beautiful, and he made her feel so weak. If she was being honest, she was terrified of this conversation. What if John wanted her plus other women? There was no way that she was willing to share him! Feeling her temper beginning to build, Gillian blurted, "If you want other women, then this won't work! I would love to try a relationship with you, but not if it means that I have to share you."

  "Ah, kitten! What the hell am I going to do with you?" John replied, his hand stroking her beautiful face. "How many times do I have to tell you that you're all I want? The last time I was intimate with another woman was before we even met."

  "For now, John!" Gillian said as she pushed his hands away and sat up on the bed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked away from him into the fire that burned in the fireplace. She
attempted to hide her vulnerability as she softly said, "What about a month from now? A year? Women throw themselves at you, John! What if…what if I'm not enough for you?"

  John closed his eyes for a moment as he fought with himself for control of his anger. How much more fucking obvious could he be about his feelings for Gillian? Wasn't she listening to a word he was saying? "Should I be offended that you have such a low opinion of me?" he finally asked as she immediately turned to look at him. "I admit that I have had my fair share of women, kitten, but I'm not a fucking animal!"

  "I didn't say—"

  "Aye, you did, woman!" John growled as he quickly got off the bed to begin pacing the room. "You're saying that I am so fucking weak when it comes to women that I have no control over myself, and that implies I'm an animal! I fuck women, kitten, and often, but that doesn't mean that I can't enjoy a monogamous relationship with one woman! If you were simply a piece of ass to me, I wouldn't be here now trying to explain myself to you, damn it! Why are you making this so fucking hard?"

  Swallowing the lump in her throat, Gillian looked down at her hands and softly replied, "Because I have never wanted someone so badly before. I'm not trying to insult you, Bear, I swear. I just don't want to get hurt."

  John walked over to Gillian and slid his scarred fingers under her chin. Lifting it so he could look into her eyes, he said, "I know exactly how you're feeling, love. You have to be willing to give this a chance, though. Don't condemn us before we even begin. Have I lied to you?"

  "No, you haven't," she answered honestly.

  "And I won't," John replied, stroking her slender neck as his eyes seemed to bore into the depths of her soul. "You have my word on that, kitten. I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but I've never lied. The other women I have been intimate with knew exactly what they were to me—a fuck and nothing more. Promise me that you will give us a chance."

  Gillian inhaled deeply and exhaled as she gazed into John's dark chestnut eyes. She saw the vulnerability there and knew the Brit felt as though he was putting it all on the line for her. She had lived her whole life being afraid and not trusting others, but John made her feel something completely different. Gillian knew instinctually that she could trust John and that he would protect her. Could she give herself to this man completely? She knew that he was going to be an all or nothing type of guy who was just as strong willed and stubborn as she was. Truth be told, Gillian could not picture her life without John in it. She had been absolutely miserable these past few days, and she never wanted to experience those types of feelings again. She loved this man after all, even if she was not ready to admit it.

  She cupped his bearded face in her hands before placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. Pulling back to break the contact, her eyes were brimming with tears as she softly said, "I promise, Bear." John immediately growled with passion and loosely gripped her neck. As he came in for a hard kiss, Gillian put her fingertips to his lips. His eyes were full of desire as she said, "John, if you kiss me, then we'll have sex again. While I would really love to feel you inside of me, we need to talk."

  John ran an agitated hand through his coal black hair as he moved away from her a moment. He gritted his teeth as he again fought for control of his emotions. Right now, John needed Gillian. Hell, he thought to himself, he could spend the rest of his life inside of her and die a happy man. John wasn't used to talking about his feelings to anyone other than Patrick, and even then, he would sometimes simply bury them because they were too painful to deal with. He would typically use alcohol or sex to calm them with a large emphasis being placed on the latter. Gillian wasn't going to let him just fuck his cares away. John wanted to make her happy, so if she wanted to talk, then he would talk.

  With a loud heavy sigh, John said, "What exactly are you wanting to talk about, kitten?"

  Sitting back on the bed against the pillows, Gillian pulled her knees up to her chest. She was having a hard time understanding how John was feeling. "So where do we go from here?"

  "You move back to London and live with me," the Brit replied simply.

  "Move back to London?" Gillian exclaimed. "I just got a job here, John! I can't move back!"

  "Bullshit, kitten! You and I both know that the only reason you moved here is because you were running from Galen. If you live in London with me, it will be easier to keep you safe."

  "You mean it would be easier to control me? I'm not one of your staff, John! You won't treat me like you did the last time I was in your home."

  "Fuck!" John said angrily as he went over to the glass doors to throw them open. Maybe the cool night air would help to cool his anger. "This has nothing to do with controlling you, kitten. I simply want to keep you safe. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself."

  "Bear, you don't have to worry about that. Nothing is going to happen to me," Gillian said, touched by his words.

  "I know it won't, because you will have guards with you at all times," John replied over his shoulder. Feeling the tension rolling off Gillian in waves, he added, "And before you begin bitching about not trusting you or controlling you or some other ridiculous nonsense, let me finish. I'm sure you have heard many rumors about me. Most of them are total bullshit, but the one about me having ties to the underworld are true. I am the underworld, kitten, and Pat is my second in command. There are people who would love to see the two of us dead and rotting in the ground. They not only want us dead, but they want everything and everyone in our lives destroyed. Pat and I have 24/7 protection, and so will you."

  "John, I don't know if I'm ready for that," Gillian answered honestly as his eyes met hers. She thought she saw a flash of fear in their chestnut depths, but John was quick to shield it. Patting the area of the bed beside her, she watched the Brit walk across the room and sit next to her. Taking his hand in hers, she said, "I want you, Bear, but you're asking me to become a prisoner of sorts. I—"

  "A prisoner!" John exploded as he jerked his hand away from hers. "How in the fuck can you compare being in a relationship with me to being a prisoner? I'm not forcing you to be with me, damn it! You either want it, or you don't!"

  "I do want this, Bear, but you are not allowing me to explain my feelings! Talking is not you exploding every two minutes!" Gillian exclaimed. "You have to understand that what is normal for you is not normal for me. You are asking me to go from being able to move about freely to having guards around me all day, every day. Don't you see how hard that would be for me?"

  "Tell me, kitten. How long do you think it will be before Galen finds you here in Paris? You know what the fucking bastard is capable of! Why would you deny having protection against him?"

  "I know Galen is coming for me, damn it, and that scares the shit out of me!" Gillian yelled as tears sprang to her emerald eyes. "I don't need you reminding me of that! I know I'm in danger."

  "Then let me protect you!" John said as he pulled her struggling form onto his lap. "Why are you making this so fucking hard? I know I am asking you to change your way of life, but at least, with me, you will be safe. The guards will become such a normal aspect of life that you won't even realize they are there. I know you're scared, love, but I'm asking you to trust me."

  "I want to trust you, but if you hurt me, John—"

  "I have no intention of hurting you, kitten," John replied, cutting off her words as he lightly stroked her face. "I don't know what it is, but from the moment I saw you, I knew you belonged to me. I've never been in a monogamous, committed relationship before, and I know I'm fucking this up, but every fiber of my being wants this with you. All I ask is that you give us a chance. We can figure out the details as we go. You want to work, then work, but there will be guards stationed around the hospital. You want to go shopping, then go, but again, you will be protected. If not by me or Patrick, then by my men."

  Gillian searched his eyes and saw the sincerity and emotion there as John spoke. Maybe she was trying to complicate things, but she did not want to get hurt. Sh
e really couldn't judge her British lover when she, herself, had no experience with a committed relationship. John was also right about Galen. If she was honest, Gillian was tired of running. She felt completely safe with John and knew that he would kill anyone who attempted to hurt her. In the short amount of time she had been with him, he had gone to great lengths to make sure she was comfortable and well taken care of. The billionaire may be the leader of the underworld, but somehow she knew that he was a good man whom she could trust.

  "Okay, Bear, you win," Gillian softly said as she placed a kiss on the palm of his hand that was stroking her face. "I want you, so we'll make this work. You have to promise me, though, that you will keep the lines of communication open between the two of us. I want us to talk through our issues just like we are now."

  "Of course, kitten." John smiled, the dimples on his beautiful bearded face deepening. "I do have one rule, though. I'm sure I will piss you off from time to time, but even at your angriest, you still sleep in my bed. Understood?"

  Gillian nodded her head in agreement before she leaned forward to kiss his lips. There was one more thing she wanted to talk to him about. "There is something else I want to talk about, John. Pandora said something about you sharing women with your friends. I hope I am the exception to this rule."

  John sighed and rolled his eyes. When he found Pandora, she would regret betraying him. "I'm not sure what all my ex-mistress told you, but I can guarantee most of it was lies. I don't share women, kitten, and I certainly have no intention of sharing you."

  "What about Patrick? You wanted me to sleep with him."