“Yes.” I betrayed myself. Hell, even I knew I was lying as I chanted no in my head. I did want this. I’d wanted it for a very, very long time.
“Good. Then take off the rest of your clothing and dance for me.” He pushed me off gently and then turned on some music with a small remote that filled his room.
It was bizarre and sexy, all at the same time, while I danced around, taking off my stockings and garters one at a time, finally getting to my bra.
I unclasped it and pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and staring at him. He wasn’t doing anything lewd, just watching me, fully clothed in his tailored evening suit, looking me over. No emotion showed on his face. We somehow ended up this way so often, and yet, it felt like it was right.
Did he like it? Was I doing it right? I didn’t know, until he pulled me closer and said, “Good. Now take off your panties give me a lap dance. Nice and slow.”
I crawled on his lap and started gyrating, moving around it while he held me with his hands. He wasn’t shy about touching my body, moving his hands up and down me. He wasn’t shy about any of it.
Especially when he pulled me into him and gave me the most heart-stopping passionate kiss I ever had. A kiss that turned into a series of kisses and led to him picking me up and walking over to the bed.
“Fall back and lay down.” He said as he positioned me over it.
I was happy to oblige.
Before I could do anything else, he reached into his nightstand and grabbed what I assumed was a condom and something else. Something metal.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Whatever the hell I want, Kat.” He smiled at me, the ass*ole
in him coming out. The one I wanted to have a hate f*ck
with.
The one that left me so frustrated.
“I’m going to tie you up and then do whatever I want with you. Well, cuff you.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to the metal of the bed frame. "Just like the last time. But this time, this time I'm not going to be gentle.
“I miss the way you taste.”
He spread my legs and crawled between them, dipping down until he was directly over my p*ssy
, my legs shaking as I felt his hot breath against me.
He was going to have his way with me.
Janson was going to consume me.
I moaned and tried to reach one hand to his head, grasping at his hair, but I fell short. I was tied, and there was no way that I could get to him. So, I buried them in the sheets and pillows that I could reach and held on tight. It was an anchor to keep me from floating away.
I bucked into his tongue, my body rocking back and forth as I heightened my own sensations. I was going to cum, I could feel it building with each little lick he made, and I hoped, I prayed, that he would continue.
Instead, he grabbed my hips and slammed them down, hard, his fingers squeezing my flesh. “You move when I say you move.”
His command sent a shudder through my entire body. It was mean, it was harsh, but it was so damn sexy. What else did he have in store for me?
Another small bite on my thigh. It took all my control not to buck into him again. I was so wet, and my p*ssy
was throbbing. I wanted him so badly. This dark, twisted man.
Instead, he crawled up my body and kissed me, his taste mingling with mine, making me want more of him, more of us.
“Lick it off my lips,” he commanded, talking about my p*ssy
juices.
I did.
And it was glorious.
“Good girl,” he said as he reached down to the place in between my legs and stuck his two fingers inside of my pounding p*ssy
. The immediate contact was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I held tight, demanding of myself that I enjoy every touch, every little bit he decided to give me.
“You are going to cum for me, over and over again, tonight. Do you understand? I’m in charge of your body tonight, and when I want you to cum, you cum.”
No one ever said no to him. He was, after all, second in command.
“Cum for me, Kat.”
My entire body melted as the wave of pleasure washed over me, my little p*ssy
undulating around Janson’s thick fingers.
Damn, he was so good at this.
Had a lot of practice. That thought nagged at me, but I pushed it away, refusing to let anything dampen this experience. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always felt like I would be the innocent little girl and he would be the experienced older man. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but a part of me was jealous.
I was not in charge of him, and years of adulthood had been good to Janson. He looked every bit the man he was. It wasn’t my place to question it.
I loved this dark, broody, crazy, mercurial man and there was nothing I could to stop it.
But there was no way I was going to tell him. I wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Uncuff me.”
“Are you going to do exactly what I say?” he asked, that dangerous, commanding voice reminding me to stay in the moment. "I'm not afraid to smack your ass, and you know it."
“It depends,” I said, the naughty defiance in me coming out. "What are you going to do to me if I defy you."