I swallow hard, ignoring the truth and hating that he can read me like a book. He's completely right, and he knows it.
"Say yes," he demands.
"No," I whisper.
"Aubrey."
"James."
"How much money do you want?" he asks. "I told you once, I'll tell you again. Name the price for your time."
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, thinking of a number that would no doubt be outside his price range, knowing he won’t take the bait. I need him to drop this and leave before everything gets even more complicated and painful.
"Eight million for one year."
"Deal."
"What?" I shriek. "No… No. You're not supposed to say yes."
"Stick your hand in my left pocket," he says, looking me directly in the eye.
"No. You're not supposed to say yes, James. Just leave. Please!”
"Stick your hand in my left pocket,” he repeats. Wary, I do as he says, and pull out a thin strip of paper.
A blank check.
For the first time in months, the thought of being paid for sex makes me feel sick to my stomach. If it were anyone else, I'd say yes—not just yes, but hell yes—but coming from James, it doesn't feel the same.
Turns out I really am no better than a working girl who takes twenty dollars for a blow job.
Tears sting my eyes, my emotions ready to burst through the damn. This is the exact reason why I put a stop to us a few months ago. I want him, and I want that money, but I never wanted to have him because of the money.
Feeling wrung out and thoroughly broken, I place a hand on his chest and force him back until I'm standing on my feet again. The agony of everything that’s happened had reached its boiling point.
Looking into his raw, questioning eyes, I say through my teeth, "That was a test and you failed it. You're just like every other man with a big dick hanging between his legs. All you want is sex and when someone refuses you, like I’ve refused you, it becomes a challenge. I'm just another conquest you'll get your fill of and then move on. The issue is, I have more to lose than you, and I'm not willing to risk it."
"You're really going to refuse that kind of money?" James asks, his voice rising. He looks about as lost and confused as I feel. "Don't be stupid and not take the money. You can live extremely comfortably and use it to open your nonprofit."
I stare at him, chewing my lip to keep my mouth shut.
"Do you want more? Is that it?" He puts his arms out and challenges me. "I'm a billionaire, sweetheart. There isn't a fucking thing you can ask for that I would say no to."
Shaking my head, I lunge away from him, but James catches up to me in two strides and pulls me around to face him.
Glaring down, he says, "Five million now, five million when your time is up."
I'm rooted in place, struggling to breathe. The money is just as tempting as the man in front of me. Why the fuck couldn’t we have met in that coffee shop? Why couldn’t he have been single and unrelated to my best friend?
Despite the pain, despite it all, I hesitate to refuse him, because Jesus Christ that's a lot of money for even a nun to turn down. He sees my indecision, and walks around me toward the kitchen, and returns with a pen he grabbed from the counter. My jaw is slack as he starts filling out the check, but I don't stop him. When he's done, he drops the pen and turns to face me again, unphased by the numbers he’d just written down like he was writing nothing more than a grocery list.
I feel sick, because in that moment, I know what I'm going to do, even though I know it's wrong.
"It's right there, Aubrey. Take the fucking money. You know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. It's better this way anyway. Less complications."
We both know that's bullshit. James is angry now, but so am I, because he's right and it sickens me. My eyes shift to the check, lingering, then back to him.
"James…" My voice cracks, and that's all the confirmation he needs.
He walks up to me and I can feel the tension radiating from his body onto mine. "Which room is yours? The last thing I want is to fuck you on my daughter's bed."
Thirty-Nine
"Strip," James says, standing against my closed and locked bedroom door. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, the material of his shirt stretched tight around his biceps.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly with a million feelings. We both know I'm not shy about being naked, but I know in my gut that nothing good is going to come from this. And yet, here I am diving headfirst into the fire. It's the fact that I just made a willing deal with the Devil that bothers me. I'm fucking over my best friend for cash.
Correction. I'm fucking her dad for cash.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and drop it to the floor, then I push my panties down and step out of them. His eyes blaze with need as he takes in my large breasts, and my nipples pucker in response.
"Take your hair down," he says, and I pull the rubber band free and drop it to the floor too. "Now, undress me," James orders, his voice low.
My heart pounds as I take two steps and he drops his arms to his sides, standing up straight. Cheeks flushed, my mind is racing with too many thoughts and I wish it would stop. His knuckles graze softly down the slope of my waist. My stomach dips and James hums his approval under his breath. I unbutton his shirt, pulling the material out of his dress pants and finishing off the buttons before I move on to his belt. There's an obvious bulge I can't ignore but want to touch. I think back to the first time I saw his cock and how big it was.
Tonight is going to hurt in more ways than one.
Unbuttoning his pants, I pull the zipper down as James’s fingers reach up to pinch my nipple crudely. I gasp, feeling pleasure spike through me. My face twists in shame as pleasure seeps out of me. God, I really am a whore. I lean into him, pressing my forehead against his shoulder, and take a couple of deep breaths.
"You like it," he says, and I nod. I love it.
He does it to both nipples and wetness seeps from my pussy. My trembling fingers finish with the zipper and I reach around to push his boxers and pants down, pressing soft kisses to his chest and neck.
"You want me, don't you?" he asks, his voice gruff, but it's more of a statement. "You want me to fuck you."
He steps out of his shoes and pants and I push his shirt off his shoulders.
"Look at me," he says, and I swallow hard. I'm apprehensive to look at him, but I do. Our eyes meet, and for a split second I'm lost in his gaze. "Shut your mind off and just focus on my touch."
"I don't know how," I whisper nervously.
Fuck. I don’t know how I'm going to do this. I know I think too much, and right now my thoughts are in overdrive because of what I've agreed to, to what I want, and to what I know will be the thing that ruins my friendship with Natalie.
James slips his hand between my thighs and inserts a finger. It slides right in with no issue because I'm already wet for him. A purr vibrates in the back of my throat. He strokes me a few good times and my lips part.
Barely moving his mouth, he says, "One thing you should know about me is that I love to eat pussy, another thing my wife hates. Get on the bed and pull your knees up." My jaw bobs and I'm stunned into place. "Now, Aubrey. Where are your belts?"
I blink, a little confused. I step over to my dresser and I reach inside to pull out a few belts, but something else strikes his fancy. He reaches into my drawer and pulls out a silk sash that goes to a robe I never use. He fingers the soft material, then gestures to the bed. Once I'm on my back, James climbs between my thighs and reaches above my head, tying my wrists together before securing them to the wrought iron headboard. Sitting on his knees, he yanks my hips down so that I'm stretched out with no room to move, then without wasting any more time, he lunges for my mouth and kisses me savagely. The silk digs into my wrists, silencing my mind. I moan into him, twirling my tongue around his, loving how he just takes my kiss without asking. Hiking my leg up, I wrap
it around his back and tug him to me, needing to feel more. He grabs my hip and squeezes me tightly, then he breaks the kiss and moves down my body until his mouth is fastened on my pussy.
"Oh, God," I moan. "James…"
His palms are on my nipples and he pinches them with no remorse while his tongue penetrates my pussy and his teeth move over my clit. The heels of my feet dig into the mattress and my back arches from the pleasure wracking my body. My fingers tighten around the silk belt. I'm hot everywhere, the blood in my veins sparking. I clench my eyes shut, focusing on the check now sitting in my nightstand, effectively killing my rising orgasm. I have to look at this as a job and nothing more.
Only it's not that easy when I actually like the guy, and because he wasn't kidding when he said he loves to eat pussy. James knows exactly how a woman likes her pussy licked, because he's doing everything, and I mean everything the right way. Wetness seeps down to my ass and my thighs clench around his head. Biting into my lip, I start counting sheep in my head to push down the still climbing orgasm.
"Come in my mouth," he says, his voice muffled. "I want to taste this sweet pussy again."
"No," I say, and my refusal only encourages him to ravage me.
Fighting it is getting harder and harder and little sounds escape my lips. I want to let go but I can't. James pulls back and I exhale a loud gush of air, my chest rising and falling fast. Our eyes lock and I know he can tell what I'm doing. His mouth is covered in my pleasure and it's even on his beard. My gaze drops to his erect cock and I swallow.
"Roll over onto your stomach," he says, his voice rough.
There's enough give in the sash that I'm able to do as he says. There's a dip in the mattress. He's sitting on the back of my legs and I'm trapped to the bed, unable to move. His hands rub circles on my butt cheeks, warming them.
"You have such a nice ass. I'm about to color the shit out of it."
Then, without warning, a whoosh slices through the air and he strikes my ass with a belt. I gasp loudly and before I can ask what he's doing, he spanks me three more times back-to-back-to-back. I've been spanked with a hand a few times, but the belt catapults me to a new level of desire I wasn't prepared for. I clench my eyes shut and focus on what he's doing and how much I love the sting. My back bows and my hips rear back. His hand plunges between my tight legs and he inserts two fingers into my pussy. I let out a loud moan at how good they feel against my tingling skin. My hips move on his fingers as pleasure spreads through my body. My mind starts to go blank.
"James…fuck," I whisper. "Someone is going to hear us." Like most New York City apartments, my walls are paper-thin.
"Let them. I want to hear you anyway."
I panic for a second. "What time does your event end?"
"Don't worry. I've already checked the time. I'll be gone way before Natalie gets back."
I release a breath and he spanks me again with his free hand, his fingers on the other still inside my pussy, and it only intensifies the experience. I whimper, biting into my bicep from the intense amount of ecstasy roaring through me. Something in my mind cloaks me like a blanket and my thoughts shut off after the belt blows across my skin in rapid succession.
A sensual moan vibrates the back of my throat and my body melts into the bed. I'm lax and feeling better than I have in a long time. My nipples are sensitive as they scrape along the material of the blanket beneath me. My entire body is glimmering from head to toe with something I've never experienced, but I want it again. I'm on the edge of something deeper and want more. Exhaling a long moan, I feel like I'm high on ecstasy.
"That's what I want to see," he says, sounding satisfied, and I like that he is. "Listen to the sound of my voice and focus on my hands."
James removes his fingers and he spreads his hand, sliding it up my back. With his lips pressed to the small of my back, he kisses his way up my spine, his warm cock dragging along the crease of my ass. My pussy aches for him. He moves my hair to the side and exposes my neck, then he slips his hands under my chest to cup my breasts and massages them. His teeth sink into my shoulder blade and my body erupts with a need unlike no other.
I moan. "Mmm… That feels good," I say, trying to turn into him. "James, please…"
"Tell me what you need," he says, his breath hot near my ear. "Tell me." He twists my nipples and I pull on the silk belt. The material digs into my wrists and my flesh is alight with a demand to be taken.
"I need you inside me," I beg. I feel like I'm high.
"Say it again," he demands, twisting my nipples. My hips rear back in reckless desire.
"I want you to fuck me like a ruthless savage with no morals and little integrity, James. Is that better?"
In the blink of an eye, my hips are raised in the air. He gives me a few good smacks to my ass before he's surging inside until he's all the way in, and I yell out and clench my eyes shut.
"Fuck," James says, his voice tight, and I feel the same way. His fingers are pressing so hard into my skin I know they’ll leave marks.
"Ahhh…" I groan. He's bigger than my other clients and it hurts to be stretched like this. My inner thighs are trembling, shaking from the shock. James doesn't give me a chance to adjust to him, but instead takes me rough and hard.
"You'll get used to it," he responds.
My orgasm is already here and I rock back into him. I'm not myself, but whoever I am, I want to feel like this again, because I feel desired and sexy and like I'm being cherished instead of the other way around for once.
"I knew you'd feel good. Should've fucked you the first chance I got."
He's plunging into me with harsh strokes that cause my orgasm to rise higher and faster. Reaching around, he finds my clit and my body shakes from head to toe. All I want is to fly. He doesn't rub the sensitive ball of nerves, he pinches it so hard that a bright shock ricochets through me. My hips arch and my knees widen so I can take him deeper.
"More. Harder. James, fuck me harder," I plead, and he does.
"I'm not pulling out," he says. I hear the strain in his voice, like he spoke through his teeth. "I'm gonna blow inside you."
"You fucking better not," I respond, and he chuckles. We both know I’m on birth control thanks to Sanctuary Cove.
James starts biting parts of my back, and combined with the pressure between my legs, I can't hold back any longer as gratification explodes inside every one of my veins. I come harder than I think I ever have in my life. My body tingles from head to toe. I pull on the silk restraining my hands, trying to break free, but James has me locked in place, and it only heightens the eroticism.
"Oh, oh, oh," I purr. "I've never felt like this." I’m breathless and floating on cloud nine.
"Come on my cock. That’s it, sweetheart, give me your pussy," he says, and the sound of his voice sends me into overdrive. "Fuck. I can feel you coming," he groans, rubbing my clit now, and the sensation is too much.
Just as I start to come down, James pulls out and flips me over, then he's back inside and looming over me. He kisses me, my body pliant for him. Lifting my leg, I drive a heel into his ass.
"That's it, take all of me," he says, surging into me, then bites my breast.
Back arching, I gasp. "James, fuck." I grit my teeth.
But he doesn't stop, and I'm okay with that. His hands are everywhere, all over me, and where he's not touching me, he's kissing me like it's his last day on Earth. I can't concentrate, but I think that was his point. James just wanted me to let go and feel the moment, and when I'm pretty much flying, it's impossible to think of anything else.
"James, let go of my hands. I need to feel you."
But he doesn't untie me. He reaches up and laces his fingers with mine and kisses me deeply, passionately while he fucks me like a savage. I can feel the pressure rising again and my whole body is damp with intense ecstasy. I'm on the verge of something decadent. I don't know what's happening, but I'm in seventh heaven from the nirvana ripping through me.
"L
et go," he says against my lips, and I know what he means.
A couple of slow, deep surges and we're both coming together. His cock twitches inside my tender pussy, and he rolls his hips into my clit, making me squeeze my thighs around him. I can feel the warmth of his release seep out of me, coating my thighs.
His hips slow to a steady rhythm and he kisses me softly. "Fuck me, I haven't come that hard in years."
I swallow, and chuckle. "Wow. You really know how to whisper sweet nothings in a woman's ear after giving her the best dick ride in town."
Forty
"You're grinning at me. Wipe that smug look off your face." It only makes his grin grow and now I'm smiling. "I'm serious, wipe it off and untie me. I can't feel my fingers."
Leaning up, James is still hard inside me as he pulls the sash loose. "Don't move your arms. They're going to be stiff."
Carefully, he lifts one arm and massages my shoulder. I watch him, and he seems very focused on what he's doing and making sure I'm recuperating. I wasn't joking when I told him it was the best dick ride. It was. I had a feeling sex with him would feel good, I just didn't think it would be that good, especially for a man in his fifties. My body is lax. I feel like I took a Xanax and I'm ready to fall into a deep sleep. He moves his attentions to my other arm.
"Do you take Viagra?"
He stops and looks offended. "What the fuck made you ask that?"
"How are you still hard?"
"I'm not that hard right now," he says.
My brows shoot up. "Yes, you are. I know a hard dick when I feel one."
"That's just how I am when I'm around you."
I laugh so hard I have to hold my stomach, and I clench around his cock.
"So you see me, and your cock just shoots up to a pole? Like, bing, and it's a rod? James, that's so ridiculous. Don't ever say that again. That's like saying my nipples get hard when I see you."
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