Oh, please use me. Don’t abuse me. I need to know what’s left inside…
Cheers rang from the audience as she hit her crescendo, belting out the remaining chords with more emotion than she intended.
As the music died down, the lights rose. The entire room was on their feet, clapping, whistling, calling her name.
Smiling, she looked one last time to Alistair. He sat perfectly still, his features set in stone, his stare promising her a reprimand. One she was certain they would both enjoy.
Backing off the stage, all she could do now was wait and hope the anticipation of it didn’t kill her.
An elbow wedged into his ribcage, jerking his attention from where Jayla disappeared backstage.
“Well, if that wasn’t hot, I don’t know what is,” Gene teased, raising his brows.
Swallowing hard, Alistair refused to take the bait.
“How do I look?” Gene asked, Alistair turning to him at the change in subject.
“Uh … fine?”
“Good.” Huffing into his hand, he inhaled his breath. “I’ll be back. I gotta go and try and catch me some of that before someone else does.” He motioned as if he were heading backstage when Alistair grasped his shoulder.
His grip was tight, a warning not to proceed. Gene raised his brows again.
Gene guffawed. “You’re fucked, you know that, right?” Shaking his head, Gene sat back down and grabbed a handful of pub mix, shoveling it into his mouth. “The way you look at her man, it’s proprietary. Methinks you want her more than just as a little sub.” He paused, smirking, his voice sarcastic. “Does she know she’s the one?”
“Funny.”
Gene threw his hands up in defense. “I call it like I see it, Al. Either way — put up or shut up. Either you decide to go for it, or let someone else have fun.” Taking another handful of mix, he added, “I could teach her a thing or two. Maybe break her in for ya.”
“You’re fucked up.” His words made Gene laugh, which was soon followed by a coughing fit as one of the morsels went down the wrong pipe. “You deserve that, jackass,” Alistair laughed.
“Don’t worry ’bout me, boss. I’ve still got my eyes on that hot little piece, Cynthia. The mouth on her.” He shook his head as he grabbed his drink, swinging a few gulps. More to himself, he commented, “I’d fuck her so hard.”
Alistair laughed at his candidness, before turning serious. Inhaling deeply, he steadied himself. He wasn’t wasting another moment.
“Princess,” Alistair growled from behind Jayla.
“Alistair,” she called, surprised he’d come as quickly as he did. Looking at him through her mirror, her heart sped up. He looked just as he had during the massage — right before he finally allowed her to orgasm. Dark, dangerous … on edge.
She stood, turning, knocking the chair over in her haste. As his eyes narrowed at her, following the lines of her corset before looking back up, she steeled herself, wanting to tease him more.
“Changed the number at the last minute. You like?” she asked, her voice huskier than she intended.
“Was that for me?” he asked in response.
She cocked a brow. “What do you think?”
Rather than respond, he moved like lightening against her, pulling her in by her hips against him. He tightened around her, lifting her and moving her to the side. Arm behind her waist, he pushed her against the wall, enough to show force, but taking the brunt of the movement on his arm, as he had once before.
His hand wrapped in her hair, pulling back and baring her neck to him. He nuzzled into her, his hot breath against her ear.
“Tell me that was for me.” He repeated, his words demanding an answer.
She closed her eyes, butterflies in her stomach at his grasp — firm, yet gentle. Exactly what she needed from him. She felt herself dampen. On reflex, she lifted her leg against the outside of his, allowing him leverage to push his pelvis into her.
“It was for you,” she admitted.
She was rewarded with kisses against her neck, light sucking down her collarbone, into her sensitive skin. He didn’t move, yet she could feel the pressure from his crotch against her. She shifted, moving her hips up, trying to create friction.
“Jayla, that was—” Snow started, barging backstage. Jayla’s eyes snapped open to find Snow’s shocked expression.
Alistair lifted back, turning, just as Snow backpedaled, a sly smile on her face. “I'll come back.”
Jayla sighed. Without the interruption, who knows what she would have allowed to happen. At work. Oh, God!
Embarrassed, she tried to push off the wall. Alistair didn’t budge, waiting for Snow’s exit. Once alone again, his hand found her chin, directing her gaze back to him. His fingertips trailed down her neck, curling around and holding her back against the wall. It was a pure show of dominance, holding her by the neck, forcing her still.
His hands around her neck were only momentarily uncomfortable. Something changed inside of her — she wanted this. All of this.
Holding his gaze for a few heartbeats, she was helpless to look away. Her breaths had quickened involuntarily, and she forced herself to relax, to regain control.
“Good girl,” he complimented, nearly growling the words.
She beamed at his praise.
His other hand found her hair, trailing through the strands, caressing her. Giving her what she needed from him — firm, yet gentle.
“Come home with me tonight,” he spoke.
“Are you asking me … or telling me?” she asked.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Does it matter?”
“Yes,” she breathed. She knew he would ask her. She wanted him to tell her. She hoped he knew now was the time.
Watching her for a few moments, he spoke again. “You’re coming home with me tonight. Wait for me here later.”
He moved back, dropping his grip. She took a breath, shaking at the intensity of the moment. She barely contained her smile.
He placed a kiss against her forehead. “I don’t like to wait, Princess.” He smirked. “But if you disobey me, I'll love what I get to do.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jayla’s entire body shivered.
“You cold?” he asked, adjusting the thermostat on the dashboard. Within seconds, the car’s interior warmed and she felt the seat heater begin to warm up beneath her.
“Yeah. Thanks,” she muttered, clearing her throat as she caught his gaze. How one look could render her speechless, she had no idea. In truth, she wasn’t cold at all, but she didn’t want to admit she was nervous, fearing if she did he would take tonight much slower than she wanted it to go. Between his heated look, and the anticipation coursing through her veins, she was on fire. The extra heat would do nothing other than melt her further.
Her overnight bag was on the floor, effectively hiding the movement of her tapping feet. This is going to happen!
Forcing herself to bite her lip to save the smile from crossing her face, she looked out the window and allowed her thoughts to wander, shaking her head at his demand they return to his home immediately.
“I need clothes for tonight,” she had told him as he pulled the car around.
He didn’t flinch. “No, you don’t.”
One look at him was all it took to recognize she wouldn’t be winning this argument, or any others that evening. She was his.
Sort of, she smiled to herself, remembering his comment about her being a natural “brat”. Based on his reaction to her at the club, getting him hot and bothered would benefit them both. You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.
As much as her mind wanted to stay in the moment, it continued to seek out the past. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually enjoyed sex, being nothing more than a vessel for Jeffrey to masturbate with. Or show me he had control over me.
“Nervous?” Alistair asked, breaking into her thoughts.
She turned so quickly, she was dizzy for a second. “Why do you say th
at?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.
He laughed softly, nodding toward the bag shaking on the floor next to her. “Your feet are moving almost as fast as we are.”
Looking down, she smiled. “Oh. Yeah, maybe a little.”
Tell him the truth.
“Uh … Alistair?” she asked, timidly.
He cocked a brow. “Yes?”
“If I tell you something, will you promise me it won’t affect anything about what we’re doing tonight?”
His head tilted as his brows furrowed. “I don’t think I can with an intro like that.”
She nodded, returning to the window. Her face flamed with embarrassment. After the massage the other day, her act tonight, how was he supposed to believe she was actually nervous?
“Jayla,” he warned, directing her attention back to him.
“What?”
“Whatever it is, tell me. We can work forward from there.”
“It’s nothing important,” she lied.
Turning momentarily to check to his left before making a turn, his focus found her again. “It is, or you wouldn’t have brought it up.”
Steeling herself, she took a breath. He’d make her talk regardless. It was futile. “It’s uh, well … I just haven’t … you know in a while.”
“You know?” he asked, raising his brow.
Fuck, he looks good. “Yeah … like … had sex.”
“You think we’re going to have sex tonight?” he asked, voice soft.
Her body pulled back into the seat. Had she read the situation wrong? She couldn’t have … Could I?
“Yeah?” she spoke, nervously, her tone adding a question to the statement.
He laughed, the sound a low rumble. “Princess,” he started, turning to cast the full power of his molten stare on her. “I’m not having sex with you tonight.”
“You’re not?” she whispered, caught in the trap of his gaze.
“No. Tonight … I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember how you ever lived without me between your legs. Tonight, I’m going to own you, body and soul. Tonight, you’re mine.”
Alistair’s cock strained against his zipper, begging for release from its constraints. Jayla’s eyes widened briefly, her face turning a deeper shade of red just before her breath quickened. Her pink tongue darted between her lips, pulling them into her mouth to nibble on the bottom.
Reaching forward, he placed his hand behind her neck, grasping her hair as he pulled her into his mouth. He kissed her, hard, pulling at her lips with his own teeth and biting down.
She gasped, trying to pull back, yet he held firm, not allowing her out of the hold.
“Veer vrmmvng,” she tried to speak against his lips. We’re driving.
Finally, he released her. He’d had one eye on the road as he kissed her, a fact she would have noticed if her eyes hadn’t been so damn hooded from her arousal. Fuck.
He made the last right turn before his condo, just before adjusting himself in his pants. He needed them off, now. He needed inside her.
He’d been hard since her performance, to the point he almost felt faint. Images of her strapped to his table flooded his mind, her arms bound, her browned nipples straining and wet, begging him to taste her.
He cleared his throat, attempting to keep it together for the last few minutes. “So … what exactly is ‘a while’?” he asked, needing the distraction.
“Huh?” she asked, dazed.
It would have been adorable, if he didn’t need to be inside her as badly as he needed air. “How long?”
She shook her head, seeming to clear it of her lust. “Like, uh, four…” She trailed off.
“Months?” he asked. “That’s not too horrible, I don’t think.” He’d never gone more than a month, maybe two, tops. He couldn’t imagine four months of no sex. Although, four months of no sex would mean a lot of nights masturbating.
The thought of his princess, legs open and spread as her nimble fingers worked her clit and her cunt, now that was one hell of an image.
“Um. No.”
“No?” he snapped his head to her. Oh, no. “Four … days?” he asked, his voice strained. He knew this wasn’t the answer.
“Nope.”
He tried, Lord help him he tried to keep the surprise, and alarm, out of his voice.
“Years?”
He failed.
“Is that … a bad thing?” she asked, cautiously, hands wringing in her lap as her foot continued to shake. That damn foot. That damn fucking perfect, soft foot attached to her long, lean leg, which rose to the apex of her sweet, wet, hot pussy.
He reached forward, pulling a strand of hair behind her head as he kissed her gently. Pulling back, he answered, “No, beautiful. Just … shocking.”
Four years? How the fuck was he going to fuck her tonight? She’d need patience — gentle strokes opening her up to him.
He shut his eyes. Tonight will be all about her. She would come on his tongue, on his fingers. He always had a stash of vibrators, ready to be opened from their packaging for bedroom play. He’d find one of the smaller, thinner ones, break her in for the next day or two, just so she could receive him.
He inhaled, nodding to himself at the new plan. Down, boy.
They’d made it inside, barely, before Alistair pushed her against the hallway wall, taking her mouth while her hands drifted up his torso, pulling up his shirt and lifting it over his head. Her fingertips trailed over the indentations of his abs, her mouth too busy with his to take the time to lick each hard groove.
Her fingers trailed down to his hips, following the V lines to the top of his jeans. Shaky hands began to unfasten his belt, just getting it out of the loop when his large hands stopped her, pulling back.
“Nuh-uh. Tonight’s about you.”
“What?” she asked, disheartened. She lied to herself in the car that her admission hadn’t bothered him. He hid it well, but for the briefest of seconds, panic, followed by disappointment had flashed across his features.
Part of her found that small act comforting, another reminder he considered her needs above his own. The rest of her was nothing short of frustrated.
She pulled her hands out of his, moving back to his belt, but he just shook his head and pinned her arms above her head.
She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his ass and pulling him into her, thrusting her hips to meet his hardened length.
He grunted against her ear. This movement, he allowed.
His lips found hers, taking her harshly, bruising her deliciously. His tongue moved in time with his thrusts, ramping up her arousal.
His hand squeezed her wrists. “Keep them there,” he commanded, leaving no room for disagreement.
To her surprise, she did.
He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her to him. His lip curled ever so slightly, sending a rush through Jayla at his automatic reaction to her body. She swiveled her hips into him again.
“Don’t move.”
This time, she ignored the request. She moved her hips against him again, just as she pulled him in as far as possible, the friction against her closing her eyes, head hitting the wall.
He cocked a brow, warning her not to continue.
Never having been a good listener, she did it again — if he wasn’t going to be inside of her tonight, he better be as fucking close as possible.
“Look at me.” His deep baritone caressed her skin, its warmth flowing over her.
Her eyes opened to see his narrow slits. He licked his lips. “What did I say?”
“Not to move.”
“And what did you just do?”
She couldn’t help herself. She did it again. This time, accompanied by her moaning response, “Move!”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, taking his mouth, pressing the length of her body against his as she continued to writhe against him. She needed him. Fuck his reservations. Fuck his Dominant attitude. Fuc
k him.
No, seriously. Fuck him.
Alistair lost himself in the intensity of the kiss. A groan escaped into her mouth as he reached down, grabbing her firm ass and pulling her into his engorged cock. He ground into her harder, attempting to warn her of what would happen if he allowed himself to lose control with her.
He could nearly still taste her from the day before, her sweet, musky scent driving him mad. She pushed off the wall, and he allowed her to move him. A few steps later, his back was against the other side of the hallway, her fingers roving over his torso, igniting a trail of fire with each soft caress.
“I need you,” she mewled.
“I know.”
“Do you need me?” she asked, her voice sultrier than he’d ever heard before.
“Understatement. Of. The. Fucking. Century.” he spoke into her mouth, unzipping her jeans and shoving them down. She stepped out, clad in lacy boy shorts that matched her bra — both so sheer they hid nothing.
Keep them on her, Al. Four years. She needs to be broken in gently. You don’t have that control tonight.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
Fuck. Me.
He pulled away, taking her face in his hands, an attempt to both show his seriousness, and to allow some blood back to his brain. “Trust me, Princess. That pussy is mine. But tonight, I want you on my tongue. I’m going to make you scream so loudly the neighbors learn my name.”
Blinding pleasure tore through him as her soft hand wrapped around his cock. She stroked once, twice, before speaking.
“I want all of that,” she purred, “after this.” She accentuated the word with another hot stroke against him. Pre-cum dotted his head, his balls aching with the need for release.
“Jayla,” he warned, his tone dark. Instead, she continued to stroke. He should push forward, throw her over his shoulder, take her to his room and spank her pert ass for disobeying him. He should throw her to the bed, tie her hands and eat her until she cried for him to stop, just to prove where teasing would get her.
He couldn’t. He’d needed her too badly. Years of putting his needs aside, of ensuring the contentment of his subs first, all out the window.
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