by J. A. Bailey
“Okay,” she breathed.
“And, Gracie?”
“Yes?”
“Be prepared to be very very tired, very sore and very fucked. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
She tried to form a response but she just stood there, gulping in air like a fish. The words practically burned her ears.
“See you Saturday night, beautiful.”
He hung up before she could respond. Oh my God, she was going to spend a night with Jett. She was going to have his cock in her. She, Grace Williams, was actually going to shag Jett bloody Olsen.
Chapter Four
The car was here.
Grace peered out of her bedroom window, heart hammering. It was a limousine technically. She shook her head. What would the neighbours think? Snatching her overnight bag, she ran her gaze over her bedroom once more before descending the steps to the front door. She didn’t have much with her— just a few bits of make-up and toiletries, and a lace teddy. She didn’t really know what you needed for a night of carnal delights—torments?—with a man.
Seven-year-old Beth ran into her bedroom and bounced on her bed. “Have fun, mummy.”
“I will, sweetie. Give me a kiss.”
Beth launched at her and plastered a big wet kiss on her cheek and Grace gave her a squeeze and chucked her back on the bed, making Beth squeal with laughter. “Be good for Granny. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’m always good,” Beth protested.
Grace’s mother bundled Beth into her arms and they waved her goodbye as she closed the door. Her pulse kicked up a notch. Her mother knew she had a hot date, but didn’t realise quite how hot it would be.
The driver, complete with a chauffeur’s hat and pristine uniform, stepped out of the car and opened the door for her.
“Thank you,” she stammered. He gave her a brief nod as he took her bag from her. She suppressed a grin as she noticed the curtains twitching opposite. Ducking to enter the limousine, she let out a gasp of surprise. “Jett!”
He grinned, his white teeth flashing, and patted the leather seat next to him. “Hello, Grace.”
Settling into the seat, Grace forced herself to close her mouth. “Forgive me,” she told him with a smile. “I didn’t expect you to collect me.”
Jett wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brought his other hand to cup at her jaw, bringing her gaze to his. The door shut with a thud and she jumped. This was it. She was his for the night now.
“You’re mine now,” he said, echoing her thoughts with startling accuracy, “and I intend to make the most of every moment.”
She licked at her lips, her mouth drying at the promise that lay in his eyes. She had only a moment to register the look before he lowered his lips to hers, his hand coming up to cup possessively at her neck. His kiss claimed her, deep and demanding. His tongue probed and pushed, and her head spun as her pussy throbbed. He smelled of luxury and pure man all rolled into one. Like the scent of expensive cologne over the fragrance of hard work and ship grease. Jett pulled away and eyed her parted lips with satisfaction. He kept his hand around her neck, the heat of it branding her skin.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
Her gaze snapped up to his deep green eyes and she hesitated. Just for a moment. Wriggling, the leather creaked beneath her as she hitched up her tight black dress.
“I said you should wear something you don’t care about.”
“I don’t,” she replied. “This dress is old and I never get to wear it.”
He studied her for a moment, a flicker of… regret perhaps, coming across his face. As if it pained him to know she never dressed up. She resolved to keep the sorry state of her life to herself from now on. He already knew of her pitiful ex and she felt pathetic enough next to him as it was.
Jett tapped a finger to her knee and she let her thighs drop open and pulled in a breath. Surely he would smell her arousal? Her legs shook with apprehension. She was his now, he could do anything he wanted and as much as the idea terrified her, it also made her more aroused than ever before.
A warm fingertip traced the inside of her thigh and she closed her eyes. It paused and she snapped her eyes open. Her pulse pounded in her ears as an anger glinted in his eyes, his jaw tight. He rubbed the thumb across her neck.
“What happened here?” he asked, his voice disturbingly light, as if he deliberately controlled it.
Grace gulped. She thought she’d covered up the marks on her neck with make-up but obviously not well enough. Would he throw her away now she was marred? “I-it was Greg.”
He nodded slowly, still rubbing at her neck. His pupils darkened and her breath hitched as she waited for a response. Then the hand on her thighs slipped beneath the tight confines of her dress, pressing until he reached a nipple. Allowing her head to loll back slightly, she stiffened as she caught the chauffer’s eyes in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she fought the urge to snap her legs together. They were far back enough that she didn’t doubt he could see everything.
Jett’s hand rubbed soothingly at her the back of her neck. “Easy, Grace. Just enjoy it.”
Enjoy it? Enjoy the driver sneaking looks at her parted thighs? Her exposed breasts? Yes she did this for a living but that was different.
And yet… and yet her pussy pulsed. Christ, she was fucked up enjoying having a strange man staring at her most intimate parts. Jett skimmed his hands over her thighs and up, tracing the line of her knickers. She gasped and bucked as they worked higher, pressing into the soft skin of her tanned thighs. Touch me, touch me.
“You are beautiful, Grace,” he told her as he sucked intermittently at her ear. “I am going to explore every curve of your sweet, luscious body.” His fingers inched higher. “I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” Higher still. “I am going to make you beg…”
“Yes, yes…” she breathed.
Jett gave her a smug smile before covering her mouth with his as his fingers plunged inside her underwear and suddenly into her soaking cunt. She squealed against his mouth at the suddenness of it before closing her eyes and kissing him back with desperation. His fingers retreated and danced over her folds, flicking at her bud before invading her body again. God, she was definitely keeping it shaved. It was so sensitive!
Again and again, he thrust ruthlessly into her cleft, pressing his thumb against her clit. She squirmed and whimpered but he kept her pinned as his other hand remained clasped under her brown hair, his fingers pushing into her skin.
His lips moved across her jawline, trailing down her neck before biting at the tender flesh of her shoulder. Jett sucked hard, marking her. Grace gasped as a fresh flood of pleasure surged through her. The scent of sex pervaded the car as she ground against his hand and Jett rewarded her with the circular rub of his thumb over her nub.
“Oh, God…”
Jett ground his fingers into her, setting up a frantic rhythm and her body began to pulse as the pressure built. With a brutal press of his fingers against her sensitive folds, she shattered, her climax sending her shuddering in his arms.
Kissing back up her neck, Jett bit at her ear. “My little slut…”
Her body throbbed at his words. Grace slowly dragged her eyes open and met his gaze with a satisfied smile. Brushing a gentle kiss across her lips, he wriggled his fingers inside of her before withdrawing leisurely. Grace sat up slowly and went to pull her skirt back down but he wrapped a hand around her wrist.
“Leave it.”
Grace’s face heated as she remembered the driver sneaking glances in the mirror. A flick to the mirror confirmed that he was still dividing his attention between her and the road. Christ, he’d seen her come. How would she ever look the man in the eyes again?
Nevertheless, she left her skirt where it was.
Jett brought his fingers up to her lips and she could smell herself on them.
“Lick them clean,” he com
manded.
Instinctively, Grace opened her mouth and allowed him to press his fingers into her mouth so that she could swirl her tongue over them. His authoritative manner practically captured the submissive inside her.
The limousine rolled to a stop and Jett reached over and slid her skirt slowly down her thighs. She glanced out of the window. They were on the outskirts of London but the not yet in the suburbs. It was all expensive flats here. A far cry from her mother’s little home.
“Welcome to my world,” he told her as the driver opened the door.
The dangerous spark in his gaze made her skin prickle. His world? What exactly had she let herself in for?
Chapter Five
“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Jett placed her bag to the side of the door as Grace studied the flat.
It was open plan and she knew it would be expensive, being in a pricey part of London, but it wasn’t furnished like she’s expected. This wasn’t a ‘man cave’ but a tasteful apartment. God, he even had beige cushions on his couch. A large glass coffee table sat in the centre of the room and the walnut kitchen stretched out into a breakfast bar and even had cooking utensils sat in the sink. She raised her brows. The man cooked?
Realising he was awaiting a response, she smiled. “No, not yet. Sorry, should I have done?”
“No.”
Tucking her lip between her teeth, Grace searched for something to say as he just stared at her. His gaze traced her legs and lingered on her breasts. Her nipples peaked in response and a fresh flood of dampness trickled between her thighs. Just having him look at her in such a predatory manner was a turn on.
“Sit down,” he said abruptly, motioning to the breakfast bar.
Nodding, she squeezed her sweaty palms together and released them so she could climb on to one of the bar stools.
“No,” he barked as he came up behind her. “Not there.” He pointed to the breakfast bar. “There.”
“On the table?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, but I thought…”
“Gracie, I know you’re not used to being submissive other than in your performances but you need to learn to hold your tongue and not to question me. I won’t tell you again.”
“Yes…” She darted a questioning look at him and she scooted up onto the table, “Sir?”
He smirked and folded his arms across his chest, stretching the confines of his black t-shirt. “Jett will do.”
That was another thing that startled her about him. She’d expected another suit but this time he wore a t-shirt with some faded lettering on it, some numbers or something, and some very well worn jeans. They cupped his arse so beautifully and right now she could see the steady thickening of his cock through them. And, shit, what a cock it was. Already she could tell it was long and promising. It sent butterflies through to her stomach as she watched him navigate the kitchen with ease, pulling out plates of already prepared food from the fridge and pouring her a glass of fruit juice.
“You won’t be drinking tonight,” he told her, gaze connecting with hers. “I don’t want your senses dampened to the experience. You make such an honest, open performer, and I don’t want that spoiled.”
For want of anything to say, Grace nodded. Was that what he thought of her as? A performer? A whore? Stupidly she’d secretly hoped he saw her as more than that. He’d called her spectacular. But maybe he just meant as a performer. And he was effectively paying her for her time, so maybe she really was a whore.
“You’re going to need your energy.” Jett settled himself on the bar stool in front of her and coaxed her legs apart, so he was slotted between them. “Please.” He motioned to the plates of canapés and snacks. “Eat.”
Gingerly helping herself, she almost moaned in delight as she pressed salmon canapé into her mouth. This seemed to please him as Jett’s lips twitched.
“See? You’re so open, Gracie. I like that about you.”
She swallowed down the salmon and helped herself to more. Jett’s fingers massaged her legs as she ate, each time inching higher and higher, closer and closer to her pussy. She had to fight the urge to squirm and wriggle closer to those talented hands. He watched the movement of her lips and sometimes the rise of her breasts as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
“Can I… can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why me?”
“I like watching you. You’re graceful and natural. There’s no pretence with you. I knew the first time I saw you perform that you’d be a wonderful sub.”
“So…. why didn’t you just ask me out or something?”
“Would you have agreed to a no limits night with me if I had?”
Grace laughed. “No, probably not.”
“You’ve been burned, Gracie, I know that. And I’m a busy man. If I want something, I go for it. And I decided it was time I had you.”
“Oh.”
“Are you finished?”
She glanced at the empty plate and nodded, nerves making her stomach churn suddenly. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I ate earlier,” he stated as he stood and towered over her.
Grace held her breath. Oh God, she wasn’t ready for this. How could she give her body to this man? He was dark and sexy and powerful and magnetic and a billion other words that she couldn’t even think of but all meant the same thing. He was intense and he scared her. The other women had said he had a sadistic side. What would he do to her?
“Can I… can I use your bathroom?” she asked breathlessly.
One brow slowly rose but he stepped back and nodded. “Of course.” He pointed to a door. “It’s adjoined to the bedroom. But, Grace, once you step back out, this is it. I won’t wait for you any longer. I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable and you will give yourself to me completely, understand?”
Hurriedly sliding off the chair, Grace gave a little nod, tugged down her skirt and scurried through the door. She shut it behind her and pressed her back to it. The light in the room came on automatically and she blinked. Weird. She’d expected some kind of dungeon type room. Lots of restraints and whips. A x-frame at least. But it was just a simple, beige and chocolate bedroom. The only vaguely interesting thing about it was the size of the bed. It had to be a Queen sized one surely.
The door to the adjoining bathroom was open and she took a quick moment to relieve herself and look at herself in the mirror. Her dark eyes were wide, wary. and her cheeks flushed. Grace usually carried off a nice tan but even under the golden colour of her skin, she could see the heat. She ran her hands through her hair which was already dishevelled from when he’d finger fucked her in the limo and tried to tame the waves back into place.
She turned the tap and dabbed some cold water over her neck and cleavage. Jesus, the man was hot. Just the thought of his erection pressing against the worn denim of his jeans made her stomach coil with desire. But that cold control was so intimidating. If she gave herself up to him, who knows what could happen to her?
But if she didn’t, he wouldn’t help her with Greg. She gave herself another critical once over and nodded to her reflection. She could do this. She would be the perfect submissive. She’d do whatever he asked for this one night and then she could move on with her life.
As she pulled open the bedroom door, she was confronted by a wall of black cotton covered muscle. Her nose almost smacked into his chest and she followed it up until she met his glittering gaze. Tension and sexual power radiated from him and she watched in fascination as the cords in his neck tensed.
One hand came onto her lower back, coaxed her away from the door as the other thrust under her hair and kept her head tilted back, not allowing her to look away. Not that she could. Her limbs refused to do anything other than exactly as he commanded. Without a single word, he held her captivated.
The hand under her hair trailed down to the strap on her dress. He thrust it down suddenly, drawing a gasp from her and the hand
on her back came up to do the same.
And then he tore the dress clean from her.
She wasn’t sure how it happened. One second she was wearing it and the next, it was torn from her with a savage ripping noise. Jett flung the tattered fabric aside, leaving her standing in her heels and black lace underwear. Her skin pimpled, maybe from the cold, maybe from fear.
Jett’s eyes dilated, darkening, as he raked his gaze over her body. She knew she trembled but she couldn’t control it. Fisting her hands at her side, she couldn’t drag her gaze away as he seemed to take in every inch of her.
He closed the gap again and unclasped her bra. Warm fingertips brushed her back and she sucked in the scent of him, the need to bury her head in his neck and kiss his skin surprising her. Her bra dropped to the floor and she glanced down at her breasts to see them tremble, her nipples harder than ever before.
“Kiss me,” Jett murmured as he took a step back.
He made no further moves. Grace just stood there, bare breasts quivering, taking in the intimidating man in front of her. Could she even reach his mouth? But a part of her wanted to know what that sensuous mouth tasted like. Would it curve up into a rare smile when she pressed her lips to it?
Coming up onto her tiptoes, she flattened her palms against his chest and felt the reassuring thud of his heart. Her skin prickled in anticipation as she tilted her head and brushed her lips across his. He made no sound, no movement. Had she done it right? She tried again, licking at the corner of his mouth. Jett tasted of mint and she resisted a smile at the idea of him brushing his teeth to meet her. It added a different side to him. A more human one.
She kissed again, pressing harder and his mouth finally gave way, allowing her tongue to explore the recesses of his mouth. He didn’t respond. Just stood and let her do all the work. The heat and moisture seemed to suck the air from her lungs and she yearned for him to kiss her back but knew better than to try and make him.
