Bare Your Soul

by Rochelle Paige

  I undid the top buttons and let the material fall off one shoulder before leaning into him and whispering in his ear. “What’s your name?”

  “Morgan,” he rumbled out his answer.

  I blew into his ear and made sure to move closer so my breasts were very close to his face as I moved to the other side. I wanted this job and I was going to play this for all I was worth dammit. “And your last name?”

  “Cadwell,” he replied.

  I slanted back and looked into his dark, smoldering eyes. “Oh, Mr. Cadwell. I’ve been such a naughty girl,” I said with a giggle as I twirled a lock of hair around my finger.

  “How bad have you been, Angel?” he asked.

  I undid another button before answering, not even sure where all this was coming from other than the erotic romances that had fed my fantasies the last couple years. “Very, very bad.”

  “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he growled as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me down hard against his arousal.

  “Hey, I thought there was no touching in lap dances?” I tried to protest.

  “There will always be touching between you and me,” he answered.

  I knew it shouldn’t get to me. I didn’t know this guy and I was acting a part to try to get a job. But holy hell his words and his touch were turning me on and confusing me. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that there was crazy chemistry between us and maybe—just maybe—I was using this situation to my advantage to see what happened.

  “There is no you and me,” I retorted as I tilted my body away from him.

  “There will be,” he insisted.

  Some of my uncertainty must have shown on my face because his hands gentled and he ran them from my hips to my back and stroked softly. He lightly tugged on the material but it didn’t fall any further. “Show me more.”

  I could feel his cock hard underneath me, my pussy resting over it and driving me more than a little wild. I’d never been in a situation like this before. His dark eyes burned into mine and I threw all caution to the wind as I undid the rest of the buttons on my dress. It fell, the material gathering around my waist. Morgan held my eyes as his hands moved away from me to grasp my dress and toss it to the ground.

  He practically growled as his gaze roamed over my body. I’d chosen my lingerie carefully this morning, choosing the nicest set I owned. It was white lace, so I was worried it made me look too innocent when I’d picked it out, but I didn’t have a lot of choices. Now I was thrilled with my selection because it fit the role I was playing to perfection.

  “Maybe if you’re very good for me I’ll forgive you for being naughty,” he said as he trailed a finger down my chest and snapped the front clasp of my bra open.

  His action surprised me, and I moved my hands to cover my chest without realizing what I’d done. He quirked an eyebrow at me in a subtle challenge, like he’d known all along that I wouldn’t be able to stay in character. Taking a deep breath, I remembered the role I needed to play if I wanted this job and forced my arms back down.

  “What if I want to be bad for once?” I asked as he slid my bra straps down my arms.

  It was like he’d woven a seductive spell around me, making me forget why I was here and all of my troubles. I’d never felt anything like this before. My skin was on fire, goosebumps running along my flesh. My panties were damp and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing lightly over his length. My body was tightening in anticipation of what would come next.

  “As long as you’re with me, you can be as bad as you want to be, Angel,” he whispered before closing his mouth over one of my nipples. Each hand held one of my breasts, squeezing lightly. He plucked at the other one with his finger and thumb, making it pucker with need.

  “Ohmigod,” I gasped at the sensation, closing my eyes so I could pretend this wasn’t actually happening.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes popped back open to find him staring up at me. “You keep your eyes on me, Angel. I want to see every single thought that runs through your head. No hiding.”

  I couldn’t respond, the words were stuck in my throat, so I just nodded my head and locked my gaze with his. The music changed to something with a deeper rhythm and my hips started to move of their own accord. I slid over his body, his mouth moving between my breasts and his eyes burning into mine. I could feel something building inside of me and whimpered with need. Triumph flared in his gaze before he moved one hand down my back and lifted me up a little so he could run his finger along the edge of my panties.

  “Please,” I panted, spreading my legs even further, as wide as the chair would allow.

  He widened his stance, firm thighs trapping me as he pulled my panties aside and held his palm against my pussy. “So wet for me.”

  I tried to move against his hand, needing friction of some kind because I was so damn close to flying apart. He ran his hand down further until one of his fingers slid inside me to the first knuckle, and just like that my body started to tremble as waves of pleasure hit me and my pussy clenched against his invasion.

  “Morgan,” I gasped before I slammed my eyes shut, not able to handle the intimacy of this moment with him.

  His finger pulled out of me and my panties snapped back into place. I felt his hips slam up, his cock bumping against my damp crotch. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pumped his hips and groaned.

  “Who the hell is she?” I heard from behind me. I turned to look and there was a group of scantily clad women glaring at me as I sat half naked in Morgan’s lap, my chest heaving as I tried to breathe again after my climax—the first one I’d ever had not completely by myself.

  “I thought you said he was off limits to us,” one of them whined to another.

  “He always has been,” a busty blonde replied. “Trust me, I’ve tried to get in his pants without any luck. I think all of us have.”

  I froze as their words hit me and I realized that I was trembling in the arms of a man I didn’t know who apparently got hit on by strippers every day of the week. I started to move so I could grab my clothes and put them back on.

  “Fucking A,” he roared before lifting me in his arms and striding out of the room and through a door that said Employees Only.

  Chapter 4

  Morgan

  I knew the second I saw her this girl was going to be trouble. Her blend of innocence and seduction was apparently my kryptonite based on what had just happened back there. I might not get my dick wet with the girls here but I sure as shit had gotten more than my fair share of lap dances in my life. Not a single one of them had me coming in my pants like a schoolboy—until my Angel.

  The smell of her arousal had been driving me crazy, and then I watched the surprise in her eyes as her pussy tightened around my finger. My cock exploded as soon as I felt the gush of moisture when she came for me, shuddering in my arms. I’d never done a virgin before, not even back in high school. Too much work to get in their panties and they always wanted more than a quick fuck. But I’d bet my last dollar that my Angel was one based on how tight she was for me and the look of wonder on her face. It seemed that my cock wanted inside this one—badly. And I was already calling her mine in my head. What the fuck was up with that?

  I carried her into my office and slammed the door shut. I was pissed that I’d lost control. Angry that others had seen her half naked on my lap, even if they were all women. And stunned that I blew my load in my favorite goddamn five hundred dollar pair of pants.

  I dropped her on the couch and stormed into the private bathroom to grab a change of clothes from the closet—pants for me and a dress shirt for Angelica. I was only gone for a minute, but she was up and digging in her bag near the door when I walked back in.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I demanded, stalking towards her and pulling her back to the couch. I slid my dress shirt on her and started doing up the buttons.

  “Back to my motel,” she mumbled as she tried to pull the
shirt further down to cover more of her legs.

  My fingers stilled on the buttons. “You don’t live around here?” I asked.

  Angelica shook her head and I glared at her. She knew damn well I wanted more information than a simple no. “I grew up a few hours away but the college is here so I figured I should find a job closer to campus.”

  “Where are you staying?” I demanded. When she rattled off the name of some budget motel in a questionable part of the city, I knew I wasn’t going to let her walk out of here by herself today. But I sure as shit wasn’t hiring her to dance either. Just the thought of guys watching her strip was enough to make me lose my mind.

  “There’s no fucking way you are taking your clothes off for money in my club,” I explained.

  “Then I’ll find somewhere else that will hire me,” she huffed.

  “No, you won’t,” I countered. “Because nobody will touch you if I tell them you’re off limits. They know me well enough that they won’t want to get on my bad side. Not for some girl they don’t know when there are others they can hire instead without the hassle of dealing with me.”

  She looked crushed as she realized that I had the power to destroy her. That wasn’t what I wanted, but my Angel needed to understand who was in charge here. Me. Not her. She might have my dick tied in knots, but I was still the one who would make the decisions about us.

  “Fuck,” she hissed, angry tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “There’s no way I can pay for school and I have to move out of my mom’s house by the end of the month. What the hell am I going to do?”

  Even though it was clear she was talking to herself and didn’t expect me to answer, I did some quick calculations in my head. She had two weeks before she wouldn’t have a place to live and another six weeks before school would start. A lot of my dancers were students, so I was pretty familiar with their schedules. And I knew how much they needed to make to pay their tuition because they were always pushing for more time on the stage if they were short.

  “You’re going to be my personal assistant,” I threw out, wanting to keep her close to me.

  Her head snapped back up at my job offer. “Your assistant?”

  “Yeah, it’s a live-in position so you don’t have to worry about paying for an apartment. And if things work out then I’ll be flexible on the hours so you can commute back and forth between my place, school and here,” I explained.

  “But that won’t pay enough,” she argued. “Trust me. I looked at other options before deciding to come here to audition.”

  “I make more money than the other people you would have worked for, so I can afford to pay you more,” I said convincingly. “Besides, you’ll be available to me twenty-four seven so you deserve more compensation than with a regular nine-to-five job.”

  I could practically see the hope spark in her eyes and then she looked down at my shirt covering her body with her white panties peeking out. “But I can’t possibly work for you,” she murmured. “Not after what just happened out there.”

  That right there was one of the major differences between us. She was shy because I’d held her in my arms and made her come. But me? I wanted her in my home, working for me and dependent upon my generosity for the very same reason. I’d spent half of my thirty years chasing tail so I knew what happened out there between us wasn’t just lust. There was no way I’d let her walk away from me until I could explore whatever the fuck it was and decide what I wanted to do about it and her.

  “Of course you can,” I reassured her. “I’m paying you to help me out, not to sleep with me. Whatever goes on between us is separate from you being my assistant.”

  “If I work for you, then nothing else is going to happen,” she insisted, her spine straightening as she glared at me with indignation. She looked like a spitting kitten and even that managed to get me hard again.

  “Trust me when I tell you you’re wrong, Angel,” I disagreed. “You may be too young to know it, but I’m old enough to know better. If you and I spend more time together? We’re going to fuck. Because there’s no way I’m going to walk around with a hard-on all day long and my cock gets hard just from the smell of you.”

  She gulped at my crudeness. “And you think that’s going to make me want to accept your job offer?”

  “No, I think you already want to take me up on it for a few different reasons. You won’t have to worry about a nice place to live. I’ll pay you enough money so that you can cover your tuition and then some. When school starts up, you’ll have learned the ropes already and I’ll make sure you have time for classes and studying. Plus, I’ll give you a clothing allowance so you can dress appropriately,” I explained. “And you can deny it all you want, but the biggest reason you want to say yes is because you want to be near me. You feel this pull between us same as I do.”

  “And if I say I don’t?” she retorted.

  I decided it was easier to prove I was right than to get her to admit to it. I leaned over and crushed my lips against hers, tasting her for the first time. Her mouth opened as she gasped in surprise, and I took full advantage as my tongue swept inside. I tangled her hair in one fist and held her jaw in the other as I plundered her mouth, demanding the response I deserved. It didn’t take very long for her body to soften in surrender, her tongue mating with mine and her hands grasping my shoulders. I allowed myself to savor her sweetness before pulling away.

  “Don’t try to play games with me, little girl,” I growled. “Because I’ll win and you’ll lose every time.”

  “No games,” she promised, her eyes cloudy with desire.

  “Do you want the job or not?” I asked.

  She looked me straight in the eyes and tilted her head as she searched for something within my gaze while she considered my offer. When she answered, she sealed her fate. “Yes, I want it.”

  Chapter 5

  Angelica

  I didn’t expect my whole life to change forever when I said those four words to Morgan. He bustled me out of his office after calling someone to bring my clothes to his door. While I changed in his bathroom, he switched pants and I was embarrassed to realize I must have left a wet spot on his lap. I apologized for ruining them before he corrected me and then I felt another blush blaze across my skin when I heard his explanation.

  Only a couple of hours had passed since I’d left my motel this morning and yet here I was, packed up and walking through the door of Morgan’s home. He didn’t want me to drive my own car and somehow I found myself riding with him instead. I wasn’t sure what it was about him that made me want to obey. Maybe it was just the situation I found myself in and the strict control I’d lived under the last few years. I didn’t know for sure and it scared me a little that I honestly didn’t care either. I just wanted to let go for a bit and see what happened next without worrying so much.

  “Holy fucking shit!” I gasped as I got my first glimpse of my new home after Morgan pressed a button on the visor of his Maserati. The gates opened to reveal a sprawling estate that was hidden from prying eyes behind the tall fence and palm trees lining the street.

  “Language,” he growled.

  I couldn’t help the eye roll that was my response to his command since I’d heard him swear many times already today. “So you get to swear, but I don’t?”

  “Oh, you’ll fucking swear all right. In bed. With me. As I drive you out of your mind with need and you beg me to fuck you,” he promised. “But outside of the bedroom, I don’t want to hear foul language coming out of your pretty little mouth.”

  I wanted to protest his words, but the rush of moisture they caused made me pause as I considered what he was asking. This wasn’t just a man who wanted to get in my panties. He was my new boss who acted like he knew he was going to get in there. And if I was honest with myself I knew he was too. So what did it hurt to play along for the time being?

  “So you want me to be a good girl for you, Morgan?” I breathed out.

  He dropped my bags where h
e stood and stormed over to me. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough earlier, Angel,” he rasped as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist before backing me against the door. “You walked through that door of your own free will. It was your decision, baby. And now that you made it, there’s no backing out. You’re mine. Lock, stock and barrel.”

  “I thought slavery was illegal,” I pointed out.

  He thrust his hips against me and I could feel how hard he was. I felt a measure of relief knowing that the craziness I was feeling wasn’t one-sided. He felt the same insane pull towards me as I felt with him.

  “Oh, the things I want to do to you definitely border on illegal. But I’ll wait until you’re begging me for them,” he promised before his lips swooped down to capture mine.

  I shivered at his touch, and as much as his words inflamed my desire, they also freaked me out. I had no experience with this. I was sure my actions led him to believe differently because of how I had acted from the moment I’d met him. Certainly nothing like the virgin I was. But in my defense, I hadn’t hung on to my virginity because I wasn’t interested. There just hadn’t been enough time to do anything about it. Now I had all the time in the world and no reason to fight the blazing chemistry between us. None except for him being my boss and that I had put myself in a position where I relied on him for everything—food, shelter, clothing and tuition.

  “Morgan,” I protested slightly as fear crashed down on me. I pushed away so I could take a step back. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  His dark eyes gleamed with unrestrained lust as he stared down at me. My confusion must have shown in my expression because his eyes softened. “Give me five minutes to prove you wrong. To show you how fucking amazing it’s going to be between us. I won’t even unzip my pants, I swear.”

  The laughter that sputtered out of me was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him, but he sounded exactly like the teenage boys I’d just graduated with. I might not have had time to date lately, but I’d certainly heard promises like that in my sophomore year before my world turned to shit.