by Cara Chance
Jace removed my blindfold and then moved to untie my restraints. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
I sat up, rubbing my wrists. “Yeah.” I didn’t really know what to say. I wanted Jace more and more as he stared at me. I glanced at Dominic and was impressed by how good-looking he was as well. He had dark close-cropped hair. He wore no shirt, and his muscles and tattoos were more bright and colorful than Jace’s dark tattoos.
Jace leaned in and kissed me again. So full of everything a kiss should be. I didn’t want it to end.
“The night is only beginning, my sweet Angel.”
My mouth fell open, trying to comprehend his words. I wanted Jace.
Chapter Six
Dominic sprawled, thighs parted, in the loveseat a few feet away from the bed. His blue eyes glazed over as he watched me. Jace unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His dark tattoos glowed in the light of the flickering candles.
He was so sexy, the epitome of what a man should be. His dark eyes caught mine, and a look of concern crossed his features.
“Angel, Dom is just going to watch. Is that okay?”
I nodded, because, quite frankly, the idea of it intrigued me. Dominic’s intense glare raked over my body, and my senses heightened.
Jace ran his fingers through his stubble and groaned. “What do I want to do first? So many choices.”
My knees fell apart. I wanted to make it easier for him. To feel his manhood pumping inside me was all I could think about.
Images of us fucking swirled in my head, igniting my body into flames. Jace smiled, and his hands were on me in a flash. Starting at my neck, he trailed his fingers down, veering slowly to touch each breast. It felt so good when he squeezed each nipple. My hips arched when he reached the spot between my legs. “So beautiful.”
I glanced at Dominic, his hand pumping his shaft slowly. His dick was big, not as big as Jace’s, but still bigger than any guy I’d ever seen before.
Dominic licked his lips, groaning as Jace continued his trek to slip his fingers into my pussy. I was wet and ready for him. Heat burned me. A tapping in my chest from my heart consumed me.
“Fuck her, Jace. I bet her pussy feels as good as it tastes,” Dominic murmured.
Jace wrapped his dick in a condom and flipped me over. “On your knees, Angel.”
I complied with every demand he ordered. My body came alive with excitement at the thought of him inside me. It was all I dreamt about at night.
My father’s friend fucking my brains out. And right now the only thing on my mind was his strong dick waiting at my entrance.
He rubbed it along my center before pushing inside. “Oh, fuck,” he said as he stalled deep inside me. “Your pussy is so tight.” He slapped my ass, spreading my cheeks to allow himself to dig deeper into me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Handle this cock, Angel.” He filled me up more and the slight tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure of having him ignited deep within me.
On my hands and knees he started moving back and forth, screwing me into oblivion.
Over my shoulder, I could see Dominic. His plump lips were open as he drug his hand faster along his dick.
He was so turned on, his eyes never wavering from my body.
Jace’s hand reached around and held onto my breast, squeezing the nipple between his finger. “Dom, she feels so good. You have no idea.” Jace kept pushing, fondling both breasts with both hands.
“Let me fuck her.” Dominic’s raspy voice groaned out.
“No, I own her. I paid for her. She’s mine.”
Hearing Jace stake claim on me turned me on. I was his and would comply with whatever he wanted.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours to do as you want.”
“Fuck right, you are.” He removed his hands from my breast and slapped my ass. Hard.
The sting of it felt good with the rapid thrusting of his cock inside me. My body climbed.
His other hand wrapped between the pearl necklace and my skin around my neck.
In another instant he flipped me over, his stare pinning me to the bed.
He ripped the necklace off my neck, the pearls cascading onto the floor. “Dom, give her a real pearl necklace.”
There was a wicked glint in Jace’s dark eyes. Dominic rose from the chair and moved closer.
Jace repositioned our bodies to where my head dangled very close to the edge of the bed. My hair falling to the floor as Dominic stood over me, his balls slapping my forehead.
“That’s right, come all over her,” Jace said as he kept thundering his dick inside my tight walls.
“How’s it feel having two guys fantasizing about your sweet pussy?” Dominic asked.
I was so turned on, knowing I could bring these two men to their ultimate pleasure.
Dominic went first, shooting his warm cum all over my neck and breasts. My inner core tightened as Jace squeezed my clit with both fingers. “Come, Angel.”
I let loose and an orgasm slammed through me, igniting and dulling my senses all at once.
Jace kept pushing, stringing a long strand of curse words together before his bliss hit him.
As soon as Jace had come down from his epic high he glanced to Dominic. “Leave us.”
Dominic did as he asked after kissing me on the cheek.
I was spent, my body layered in Dominic’s liquid want all over me. I sat up and Jace grabbed my hand.
“Follow me,” he said as we left the bed.
He led me to an en suite bathroom and turned on the water to the shower.
I stepped under the hot spray as Jace left the room. I cleaned my body, removing the cum from my body.
Jace returned back into the bathroom with something in his hands. “Did you like turning Dom on?”
I smiled, coyly, as he stepped into the shower.
“You’ll be punished for turning him on. On your knees.”
I lowered my body, my gaze meeting his trusting eyes. Silently, I begged for his forgiveness.
He bound my hands behind my back as the water rained down on us.
His cock grew as he pumped it gently in his hand. “You’re mine. No other man can have you,” he said as his dick gained strength.
His other hand fisted in my wet hair as he stroked his shaft. “How did it feel having him come all over you.”
“I hated it,” I said, not really sure what he wanted me to say.
“Good girl. Only I turn you on. You only come for me, understood?”
I nodded my head, his dick extremely close to my lips. I stuck out my tongue, trying desperately to taste him.
“Oh no you don’t. Do you think you deserve my cock after you turned him on?”
I shook my head back and forth. The rope digging into my wrists as I fought against it. “I’m sorry.”
“Louder.”
I shouted my apology as he ran his member against my cheek. “Fuck, Angel. Your pussy was better than I thought it would be. So inexperienced. My sweet girl.”
My body tingled from head to toe. The heat of the water did nothing to cool the shivers running through me. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m going to come all over you. You’re mine.” His voice wavered as he pumped his dick harder.
I opened my mouth, begging for it.
He pushed the tip into my mouth and dragged it along my tongue. His grip in my hair clung tighter as he moaned. “No other man will ever touch you again. You get that? Your body belongs to me.”
I wanted him. His eyes stared right through me. I was fresh on display for him.
I knew he would never hurt me. I trusted him, and I wanted to be his. The way he looked naked, on display for me to study, had me watching every tick of his muscles. The tattoos covering his chest were a tribal art piece that made me want to lick my tongue all over it.
He was my artwork, and I never wanted to look away. In the museum of my mind would be where I would admire him when this was all ov
er. My fear of this ending surfaced, and Jace let go of my hair as if he could sense it.
His other hand, pumping his dick, never slowed.
My eyes lowered to watch the action, and with his other hand he lifted my chin to gaze into my eyes.
“Angel, what are you making me do?” he asked right before he groaned out his orgasm.
Chapter Seven
The next week after the club was awkward. Jace grew busy with work, holed away in his office, only surfacing for dinner. He never sought me out to talk.
He rarely even glanced at me, so I kept myself occupied reading in the library.
I could feel the connection at the club between us, and now, he wanted nothing to do with me. Asking would require talking, and I was too confused to open my mouth. I never should have let emotions come into this. My father owed a debt and I was the temporary payment. He was taking what was owed him from my body, nothing more.
Each night, dinner was tense. Short sentences, quick glares, and a hurried stuffing of food in our mouths. After the dinners, Jace would exit as swiftly as he entered the room.
One evening, I stepped into the dining room, and Jace wasn’t there. The food was on the table, and I took my usual seat and ate alone. After dinner, I curled up on the couch to watch a movie.
Just as my eyes started feeling heavy, Jace slammed the door open. His dark hair, normally so perfect, was an unruly mess as if he’d run his hands through it a million times.
“Jace, are you okay?”
“No.” His expression was pained, his brow furrowing.
“Why?” He staggered over to the couch. “Are you drunk?” I sat up and pulled the soft red throw pillow into my lap.
“Maybe a little.” He trailed his thumb under my chin and I rose from my seat. “I needed to burn off some steam.”
The electrical current between us lit my pulse with fire.
“Well, have a good night.” I scooted around him and he grabbed my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going? You don’t want to cuddle on the couch?” he sneered. “Isn’t that what you want? For me to fall under your spell and forget your father owes me more money than you’ll probably see in your lifetime?”
My spine stiffened and he jerked me in closer. My chest hit his. He trailed a finger down my cheek and across my lips. “So pretty. But are you five million dollars pretty?”
Oh fuck. My mouth fell open. Five million dollars? I couldn’t comprehend that kind of money and how would my father ever repay it? “Now do you understand?” he asked.
“No,” I said, pushing against his chest to get away from him. His hold on me tightened, his arm wrapping around my waist.
He leaned in closer to brush his lips across mine. He tasted like whiskey.
His tongue went deeper inside my mouth. I moaned, he growled. He swept me into his arms and carried me out of the living room. Up the marble staircase. He didn’t stop until we were together in his room.
He threw me on the bed. I moaned as he climbed on top of me. “I can’t stop thinking about how deep your pussy feels. I crave you.”
My insides melted as he spoke. He removed my shirt first, taking in the lacy bra I wore. He cupped my breasts in each hand as he sucked down my neck.
His lips were plush with my skin, and I wanted more. I thrust my hips into him and he groaned.
Sitting up a little, he unsnapped my bra and my breasts spilled out. “Fuck,” he hummed.
He sucked along each breast, one at a time.
My nipples pebbled, and I grabbed onto his dark hair, running my fingers through each strand. He knew how to touch me to turn me on just right.
I didn’t want my father to pay the debt. I liked being here with him.
He continued his path further down and reached the top of my jeans. “You’re so sexy, Angel.” He removed my pants with little effort, and cursed again when he saw the lace panties I wore.
He removed them quickly and turned his attention on my bare mound.
Diving into my pussy, he licked at my sensitive clit.
I writhed beneath him, wanting so much more. He stuck his tongue inside me and the feeling was insane.
Dripping with need, I moaned his name, loudly.
He begged me to continue saying his name. My orgasm exploded as I rode his face. Lights, colors, and sounds returned all at once when Jace sat up on his knees.
“Tonight, let’s pretend you’re not fucking me because your father owes me money.”
His words sliced through me and I watched as he put the condom on. Tonight I would pretend.
Lust coursed through my veins as he ran his cock against me and then pushed inside.
“Ah, Jace,” I cried out.
“Fuck, I’ll never tire of this pussy.” And I prayed he never would.
He flipped us over so I was riding him. His cock was so deep.
“Play with your tits,” he whispered.
I ran both hands up my body, massaging my breasts with each hand. “Like this?”
“Yes, Angel. Now ride my cock. Ride it like you never want to stop.” His eyes pierced my soul as they seared into me.
“I don’t ever want to stop,” I cried out, telling the truth.
“I want to feel you come on me. I want to feel your orgasm drip down my balls.”
I rocked and rode his dick as I played with each nipple. His eyes rolled back and pure ecstasy overtook his face.
I was making him feel this way. I was causing him to grow harder with each tilt of my hips.
I rode faster, bouncing on him with each back and forth. I reached my hand around to massage his balls while I cried out with lust for him.
“Angel, get off on my cock. Come all over me.”
My orgasm was right there.
He sat up, kissing and holding onto me as I unraveled all around him. The moment my walls tightened with the first wave of my orgasm, his hit as well. We moaned into each other’s mouths, panting and wishing for it to never stop.
***
We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while until our heavy pants subsided. I moved to leave and go to my room, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Don’t go yet,” he murmured. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to put my heart at risk with this man. Because that’s what was happening. Every time we had sex, I became more attached to him. He tickled my back and ran his fingers through my hair.
“Why did you quit college,” he asked. My eyes trailed over his tousled dark hair, and his scruffed jaw. I could do this tonight, pretend that I wasn’t here because my father owed him money. Pretend he actually wanted me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I wanted to do something more. I just don’t know what that is yet. Do you think I’m dumb for quitting?”
He kissed my temple, wrapping his arms around me as I lay on his bare chest. “No, you’re right, college isn’t for everyone.”
The alcohol had loosened his tongue, so I took advantage of the opportunity. “Did you go to college?”
“Yes. But, I was always expected to take over the family business.”
“Did you want to do something else?” I asked as I traced circles on his chest.
“It doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”
I sat up, glancing into his eyes. “It matters to me. What did you want to be?”
“Don’t mistake me, I wanted to take over my father’s company. I had big visions for it. When my father died, I felt like a part of me died along with him.” He turned away from me, and I lay my head back down on his chest.
“What’s the family business?” I didn’t know if I was crossing a line. He was always so secretive, but I wanted to know what my father was mixed up in.
“Maybe one day soon I’ll tell you,” he answered before kissing the top of my forehead. “What about you? What big dreams lie in store for you?”
“Well, don’t laugh,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at my dreams like my parents had. “But, I want to write a book.”
/> “What would you write about?”
“Don’t laugh, okay?” I double checked with him.
“Never.”
“I want to write books. I know it’s dumb, isn’t it?”
He sat up, gazing into my eyes. “No, that isn’t dumb. I think you should do it.”
“Maybe one day I will. I should go back to my room,” I whispered. This intimacy with him was doing weird things to my heart.
His eyes swept over my face. “Stay,” he said, softly.
And I did.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, I awoke to the birds chirping outside. I nuzzled closer to my pillow, hoping to drown out their annoying calls.
I padded around the room, getting dressed and washing my face before heading downstairs.
On the last step, I heard a commotion in the kitchen. Stepping past the threshold, I laughed as I watched Jace stumble around as he cooked something on the stove.
“Whatcha cooking?”
Frightened, he spun around. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come down.” He moved closer, holding a silver spatula in his hand. “I’m making eggs. I know you like them?”
“Yes.” I sat down at the barstool along the granite bar.
He continued making the eggs and I watched as his pajama pants hung loosely on his sculptured body.
A few minutes later, he placed a white China plate in front of me with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. “Bon appetit,” he said.
I smiled, picking up the silver fork and bringing the food to my mouth. “What are you doing today?” I asked after finishing my bite.
He leaned against the countertop, grabbing his own fork and picking up his piece of toast. “I have a few places I want to show you.”
My eyes widened. I chewed my food, watching him eat as I did. “Okay, sounds fun.”
He glanced up, his eyes heating. “You keep staring at me like that, Angel, and I may just fuck you right here on the counter.”
My core tightened at the thought of him inside me again. I smiled as seductively as I could. It did the trick, because he stood straight up, pushing his plate to the side. “Watch it, Angel. I’m not kidding.”