by Anne, Melody
Jewell responded so well to him. And though he could see she wanted to hate him — if she were smart, she would — whenever he touched her, she went up in flames. Her body was a canvas for him to paint, and paint it he would. She intrigued him, made him think that a week wouldn’t be nearly enough with her, but that’s all he could allow himself to have. He had a feeling that if he tried to extend his time with her, it would be too hard to ever let her go.
When Sunday morning came around, he’d have her delivered back to her brothel, and he’d never think of her again. He knew he could do this — he was strong. She was just one more woman in a long line of women. It didn’t matter to him that another man would touch her, do the sorts of things he was doing with her and more.
Then why did you bring her home?
Dammit! He didn’t want his own brain arguing with him. He didn’t know why he’d brought her to his place instead of a hotel room, didn’t know why he liked the idea of her staying here among his possessions while he worked.
He’d never had the desire to bring another woman through his front door, and he strongly suspected that he’d never feel that way again. He refused to analyze the thought, however. Tonight was about sex, it was about pleasure, it was about taking from Jewell what he wanted, and giving her only what he felt like giving.
What made it so frustrating, though, was that he wanted to give her so much. Yes, he’d pleasured her because he’d wanted to, but he knew he’d gotten even more joy from her orgasm than she’d received. That’s what this woman, this stranger, did to him.
She made him feel alive and excited. She made him forget about his past, made him forget why he’d gone in search of her. She made him think only of her. He would have to do better at keeping the walls he’d built up around him intact, because if he wasn’t careful, she would have a hold on him, and that just wasn’t acceptable.
“You’ll have to do better at obeying me tomorrow,” he said as he served up her dinner, making sure that he brushed against her again in the process.
“I did everything you asked today.” Her voice was quiet, subdued, and he noticed how she shifted position on her chair. Ah, the toy had been getting to her the entire day, and he planned to use it while they were at the table. He loved the control he had over her body…and it wasn’t just from those good vibrations.
“I saw your defiance, and I will force that attitude from you. Go get that bag there in the corner and bring it me.”
She looked in the direction he indicated with his eyes, and then stood up obediently. He saw the tension in her shoulders, and he could tell she hated his commands, knew that it irked her to follow his orders like a well-trained puppy. She also knew that if she didn’t do it, he would remove her instantly from his life.
He pushed that uncomfortable thought aside. So what if he had to fire her? He had no use for a willful woman. He’d chosen Jewell so he could be the one to train her, break her. He liked that he got to be the first man to take her from the escort agency.
As she picked up the bag, a shudder passed through her, making him smile. Every time she shifted, the toy moved, sending shock waves through her. He also controlled the remote that set it to vibration any time he was in the mood to give her a good jolt.
Wriggling in his seat, he welcomed the pulsing of his arousal, the hard state he’d been in all day. Because when he finally sheathed himself inside her, it would be like coming home.
She brought the bag over and stood next to him, waiting to see what he wanted her to do with it. When he did nothing but look at her, she shifted on her feet and then winced.
“Place the bag on the floor and then straddle my lap, but don’t sit down entirely,” he said, then cleared his throat. Desire was heavy in his voice.
“Like this?”
“Oh yes,” he said as she stretched her legs wide, her breasts now perfectly level with his face, her nipples peeking out at him — and peaking, too! — above the corset.
He trailed his hands up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, and along the alluring indent of her waist, then ran them over the fullness of her beautiful breasts. The passion shining in her eyes was more than enough thanks for his attentions.
“Dance for me, Jewell.”
She froze as she looked down at him. “I…I don’t know how.”
“Yes, you do. Move your body against mine. Make me want no woman but you.” He gripped her hips and guided her.
She started slowly, her hips swaying as her feet stayed firmly planted. Then, after a moment, her eyes closed and she lifted her hands above her head, her upper body swaying as her knees dipped and she lowered herself, resting her backside on his thighs for only an instant, an instant that had him going from hard to complete steel.
When she stepped back from him, pressing her hand briefly against his chest for balance and then letting go, he nearly protested until she turned around, showing him her delicious derrière as she undulated before him, her sweet curves screaming at him, almost ordering him to take her.
When she bent forward, sticking her ass high in the air while spreading her legs and swinging her hips again, he felt himself begin to rise involuntarily from his seat. He needed to take her right this very minute. He somehow forced himself to sit back down, but he had to grip the bottom of his chair just to hold himself in place. He did have a motive for waiting — he needed to see how far she would take this dance.
Standing back up, she turned her head and looked back at him, desire a blinding light in her eyes, her expression one of both arousal and innocence. Yeah, right. He shook that off. It was an act, and she was very good at it. Still, by going along with her pretense of being untouched, he found himself wanting her even more. But before he could say a word, she turned her head away.
Don’t be a fool, he said to himself. He’d discovered her at what was basically a brothel, and he’d bought her services. She was far from innocent — no woman was, when it came down to it. And he really wanted to come down to it.
“Strip for me,” he commanded, hating the slight edge of weakness she was causing him to feel.
She ceased her dance for a second, and a shudder passed down her spine. Good. This was better. He needed to keep her guessing what he would ask her to do next. With her back still toward him, she lifted her hands. And he watched her loosen her bustier and let it fall to the floor.
His arousal throbbed painfully.
“Turn around.”
She did as he asked, her hands up, covering her beautiful breasts as she swung her hips, continuing the dance that was just for him.
“Come here.”
She stepped forward, standing in front of his opened thighs, her minuscule skirt hiding nothing from him.
“Closer.”
She was shaking as she stepped up flush against his body, her breasts right by his mouth but still covered by her hands. Nearly shaking too, he gripped those hands, and pulled them away. He barely stopped a moan from escaping his mouth as he took in the sight of her hardened nipples. He needed a taste.
“I’m going to take you long and slow, and all through the night. I’m going to pleasure us both, but don’t ever forget why you’re here. Your pleasure is mine. I own it.”
Her gasp of arousal was his reward. As he pulled her down onto his lap, he knew that he was done playing. He needed her, and he needed her now.
Chapter Twelve
Jewell could tell she was on the verge of an incredible orgasm. Blake had taken her mouth greedily while he ran his hands down her back and pulled her against his thick arousal. Her dance movements had made the little vibrating toy inside her keep changing position, and she was dripping with desire as she sat on his lap.
His kiss took her breath away and made her body ache. Yes, she was doing this because she’d been forced into it, but it wasn’t turning out to be a hardship. If she was going to give up her virginity, she had a feeling that this man was a good person to lose it to.
He made her burn, made her
want him with nothing but a look from his smoldering eyes. He was cynical and demanding, but he was passionate and strong, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t want to bring this song and dance they were doing to its foregone conclusion.
His mouth left hers, allowing her to take in a needed breath of air — not that it stayed long in her lungs. He moved to her breasts, and as he sucked one pebbled nipple before nipping it gently, she tried to gulp in oxygen, but found that she just couldn’t do it.
When he shifted to the other side, and licked the sensitive bud at the same time as he ground his hips against her swollen core, she quit trying to hold back the pleasure that was consuming her. Her muscles tensed, and she cried out as she felt the pure bliss of release.
As she quivered in his arms, he sucked harder on her nipple, drawing out her orgasm to what felt like infinity. When it was over, she sagged forward against his chest, too weak even to move and thankful that his arms were holding her up. Sleep beckoned to her.
“We aren’t done, Jewell,” he whispered, his breath fanning her neck.
“I…I…can’t do any…more.”
“Oh, Jewell, you can and you will. You’ve been pleasured all day — I’ve watched you come over and over again. Now it’s my turn. Now you get to please me.”
It seemed impossible to her, but the deep timbre of his voice began awakening her body once more. There was no way she could survive this. A normal human being surely had to have a cap on how much physical pleasure he or she could receive in a single day.
“Please, Blake, please…”
“What are you begging for, Jewell?”
His hand drifted up and down her back, almost tenderly, as he asked her the question, and he grazed her neck tantalizingly with his lips.
“I…I don’t know. I just…I don’t think I can do anything more. It’s too much, all of it too much.” She hoped he’d have some kindness within him. She’d done everything he’d asked of her so far, and she was now overwhelmed.
“Let’s see if I can change your mind.”
He moved her to make her sit sideways on his lap; one of his arms cradled her as she rested her head against his chest. Then he stood up, slowly and smoothly, with her in his arms. She didn’t have the energy even to protest — not that she would have. He wouldn’t have allowed it.
He carried her through the apartment, to the stairs, up them, and into her room. Maybe he was going to let her sleep. Maybe they would continue this later, and maybe she would just gain back her energy, then run away as fast as she could before she grew too dependent on what he was giving her.
When he laid her down on the bed, she barely managed to open her eyes and look at him towering above her. But when he began removing his clothes, her stomach tightened and she directed her gaze downward. She wanted to see him again, wanted to look at his impressive manhood.
Then she was looking. At his long, thick, smooth staff, hard, ready to plunge inside her. His size made fear and desire do battle within her. She was glad he’d made her insert the toy. Her initial thought about it — that it might help stretch her — had been silly and naïve, because the toy was nothing compared to him. But it certainly made her wet, made her folds more eager to hold him.
The tip of his shaft gleamed with his desire, making her grow even wetter, and she was amazingly wet already. Yes, she was tired, and she felt as if she couldn’t go on. But oh how she wanted him, wanted to feel what it was like to be taken by a virile man like Blake.
“Are you ready for me, Jewell? Are you ready to quit coming on your own? If you thought you felt good with your previous orgasms today, it won’t hold a candle to what I am going to give you.” He sat on the bed caressing her thighs as he spread her legs wide open.
“I…I’m afraid.” She was so mortified to admit that.
He stopped touching her and looked at her with suspicion. “Why would you be afraid?”
She tensed, not willing to tell him the truth. “You’re…um…large…” That was the truth, if not quite the whole truth. He was indeed large.
He laughed as he resumed rubbing her. “You must have been with pathetic men before me.”
She refused to respond to that statement. She couldn’t have spoken even if she’d wanted to, because he leaned over her and ran his tongue along her stomach before moving downward and kissing her thighs.
Spreading her legs as far as he could, Blake again found her pulsing little bundle of nerves and sucked on it and licked it while his fingers slid slowly inside her, then he got hold of the toy inside and began pulling it.
She shook with ecstasy mixed with a shot of pain as the toy moved inside her heat. Then she felt her body release the foreign object. She wanted to squeeze her thighs shut in relief. Pleasure was a good thing, she was discovering, but a woman could take only so much before she could no longer move.
“Ah, Jewell, you are so wet, so hot, so ready for me,” Blake growled before swiping his tongue up and down her folds.
“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped as her head twisted on the pillow. She was ready for him, ready for it all. Her fear was evaporating quickly, and she wasn’t worried about pain, because at this moment she felt it would be more painful not to have him inside her.
He moved away and she heard the crinkling of a packet, telling her he was protecting them both, and then he was climbing up the bed, covering her body with his. Now he was right there, right in position, his face lined up with hers, his arousal pressing against her heat.
“Open your eyes, Jewell. I want to see what you’re feeling when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
“No.” It was the first time she’d refused him, outright told him no. But she didn’t want him to see her expression, didn’t want to share that intimacy with him. She couldn’t handle that.
“Open your eyes, Jewell — now!” he commanded, the head of his desire pressing into her.
Oh my, it felt good. The feel of his thick, hot shaft was so much better than the cold, lifeless toy that had been inside her all day.
“Nooo,” she groaned as she lifted her hips, hoping to push him into entering her, hoping he would lose control before he could get her to open her eyes.
“Now, Jewel! Open them now!” He leaned down and bit her lower lip, sending a burst of pain through her, causing her eyes to pop open in surprise.
He smiled as he got what he wanted, and before she could even think about closing her eyes again, he drove his hips forward, filling her with one powerful thrust.
Before she could even think about stopping it, a cry of pain shot from her mouth as her body tensed. That had been nothing like what she’d been expecting, and she wanted to back away, wanted to push him from her. It was too much, way too much. It hurt, it was foreign, it was just too much.
“What in the hell?”
Blake froze, his eyes wide as he gazed down into her face. Myriad emotions passed through his eyes — confusion, anger, surprise, desire…
“Speak now, and speak fast, Jewell.”
She couldn’t do this. She’d been wrong. Yes, desire had overcome her, her body had burned, and, despite everything, she still wanted him. But she couldn’t do this. It was too much — too intimate, too consuming, too much!
She turned her head away so she wouldn’t grow weak and look at him. She was barely holding her tears at bay, and she wanted only to escape. She knew struggling would be useless, so she lay there stiffly beneath him, his body still connected to hers in the most intimate way possible.
“Talk to me now!”
His angry shout startled her into turning back to look at him. Fury was brewing in his eyes.
“I…I can’t,” she said, her lip beginning to tremble.
“This is a trick. It has to be a trick.” He now sounded as if he were the one begging.
“No. No. This is just wrong. We shouldn’t do this. This is wrong.” She needed to get away from him, but she was still held prisoner by his body.
“How in the hell can you be a
virgin? You work at a whorehouse.” He’d lowered his voice, but his words hurt far more than his shouting did.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” she said quietly. And she was — she knew she was. She had agreed to sell her body. There was no other word for what she was. Her reasons didn’t matter.
“It’s not possible.”
“Obviously it is. Are you going to finish this or let me go?” Jewell was almost surprised by her words, but she couldn’t continue speaking to him while he remained within her body.
The pain had gone away, and now the fullness of him, the pressure against her inner core, was making her again feel those pangs of arousal. She didn’t want that anymore.
When he shifted and his chest brushed against her, her nipples throbbed, and he suddenly seemed to notice as she wriggled beneath him, trying to make the desire go away.
He withdrew only a few inches from her, then slid easily back in, her slick heat beckoning to him.
“Don’t get any ideas in your head about this turning into a relationship. The second that you don’t please me, the second you don’t give to me everything I want, our time is finished. Do you understand that?”
She knew he could see the fear on her face, but she couldn’t speak, couldn’t unmuddle her thoughts. However she also knew she didn’t want to be with him forever, and didn’t want to fall in love with him. He had nothing to worry about on that score. Then she grew angry, and fire lit up her eyes. She squared her shoulders and now refused to look away from the matching flare in his intense eyes.
“I expect the same from you. I want your money. You want my body. I think we understand each other just fine.”
She could see rage consume Blake at her words. Though he’d made it abundantly clear that he thought all women were out to get whatever they could, what she’d just said seemed to be a slap in his face for some unfathomable reason.
