by Lynda Aicher
He reared back and flipped her onto her stomach, using the element of surprise to his advantage. Her fingers squeaked against the glossy tabletop, but she didn’t resist him, not even when he kicked her feet apart to leave her pussy exposed.
Juices glistened in the low light, begging him to taste and touch and fuck her. Soon. So damn soon. But not yet.
Chapter Five
The first strike blazed over her bottom, shocking Bailey yet not. Her cry was automatic, the tears a true surprise. They stung her eyes and burned her throat so quickly she didn’t know if she could stop them.
The second slap cracked through the room an instant before the pain registered. The sting morphed with the deep ache that’d flooded her pussy with heat earlier. She’d barely processed that before another swat landed on the opposite butt cheek.
She bit her lip, her fingers digging into the tabletop as she tried to hold herself together. Each additional hit was logged without full comprehension. The pain melded into the overarching throb with no clear distinction and left her scrambling to understand the riot of emotions it unleashed.
Disdain, anger, regret, acceptance...want. Yes, she wanted more of it. More of the numbing hurt, of the single focus it brought, of Jacob’s ownership.
“Let go, Bailey,” he ordered. “I’ve got you.”
She squirmed on the table, the urge to revolt rising up when she didn’t want to. No. No! She wasn’t going to run. Not from this or him.
A tear leaked out, and she cursed its betrayal. Jacob landed another hit to her upper thigh, right at her leg crease, starting a fresh wave of pain. She sucked in a breath, held it when he paused. The air prickled over her back and bit at her searing skin as the room sunk into a sudden quiet that amplified her pounding heart.
He ran a hand up her back, a tremble chasing its descent. The slightest graze of his fingernails over her stinging flesh jacked the heat higher. It encompassed her entire backside, overtook her floundering emotions and left her empty.
Blissfully, wonderfully quiet. Free.
The first swipe of his finger through her pussy set off an ache that had nothing to do with the pain. Her cry shot free, desire surging forward when it’d been forgotten a second ago. Her pussy clenched and pulsed with the urgent wish to be filled.
“Oh...” She couldn’t finish the sentence, let alone the thought. Her legs started to shake, and she quickly locked her knees to make them stop. That only succeeded in limiting the quivering, not hiding it.
He plunged his fingers into her, hard, ripping another moan from her throat. Her walls clenched. Her muscles contracted from her toes to her fingers. Her release coiled and churned in her groin with a suddenness she clenched her teeth to hold back.
And with it came the freefalling tumble of doubts. Why was she doing this? Could she do it? What was the point? What did the men think of her? What did Jacob think of her? And after this? What then?
The frenzied rush of randomness buzzed in a quickening pace until Jacob leaned over her, his scent cloaking her in comfort. He snaked his fingers through her hair to grab that handful at the base of her skull. The trigger was instant. Her muscles relaxed, her sigh gusting out as she sank into the wonder.
“Who has you?” he asked by her ear.
“You.” Her answer came without thought. “Just you.”
“I do.” He kissed her shoulder in a touch as gentle as his voice. “Trust that.”
The wording tumbled around in her mind before she pinpointed the hitch. Trust that. Not him. She already trusted him. He was asking her to trust his actions too. Were they different? Could the two be separated?
She blew out a long breath and focused on the rub of his slacks against the burning heat of her bottom. On his weight and the hold on her hair that pulled her muddled thoughts to a concentrated point and diluted their power. She floated in that space for moment, a quiet settling back in.
“I do,” she finally whispered. “I trust that.”
“Good girl.”
Once again, the trite compliment flooded her with a tenderness she’d craved without knowing it. How could she know when her life had been filled with the opposite?
He lifted away, his fingers trailing down her nape as he released her hair. Yet she drifted in that contented state. Her butt still stung, her desire resting right there, simmering instead of boiling. Her pulse had decreased, her breathing evening out. And the tears, the annoying and telling tears, had withdrawn.
He had her.
A light tap to her bottom shrieked through her oversensitive nerve endings, but she didn’t flinch or move. This time she absorbed instead of resisted it. Each rapid throb became a beat of peace.
There was a rustle of material, a shifting of people in the room, and still she floated, lost in the strange silence that was her mind. A knee popped before her pussy lips were spread wide. The hot swipe of a tongue from her clit to her vagina yanked her lust back to urgent.
The smack on her bottom landed without a pause in the attention being given to her pussy. Pain and pleasure mixed on a cohesive note that left her unable to separate them. One became the other until there was only the touch. The flick of his tongue on her clit. The wet slick down her folds before he circled her opening. The hard grip on her bottom became another spike of desire that sensitized her entire body.
The intensity tumbled over her, grabbing her longing and holding her captive. Her orgasm rose on a crest that threatened to wash her away with its power.
The fist to the back of her hair ripped her from her daze, grounding her. A hard tug forced her chin up and eyes open. Jacob stared back at her, his face mere inches away.
Confusion clouded logic. The hard thrust of fingers into her brought a sound from her lips. She couldn’t stop the pleasure from soaking her thoughts. She didn’t want it to either.
“You only come for me,” he growled. The low rumble acted like another tease, drawing her release closer. “When I’m in you.”
When he’s in me. The steady strokes against her inner walls were encouraging her to let go. Her skin tingled and tightened with the need condensing, right there, below her clit. It thrummed with an urgency she didn’t want to resist.
“Bailey,” he barked.
She snapped her eyes open, unaware that they’d closed. Her breath cut from her lungs on quick hitches that failed to give her enough air. A slow rub on her clit shattered her attempted concentration.
His kiss was so gentle, a light brush over her lips that contradicted the hard suck on her clit. It washed her with tenderness and let her feel safe. Cared for. Cherished, even.
A tortured sound died in her throat as she chased his kiss, wanting more, but he shifted out of reach. His hold on her hair kept her from moving when she would’ve followed. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, the wetness enticing. It triggered something, though. Something she should understand. Something she...
“I’m not the one who’s in you right now.”
He whispered the words so close to her ear she couldn’t miss them. They were punctuated by the firm press of something large against her vagina. A dick.
Oh, God. Her heart thundered in her ears as she tracked the slow slide of the dick into her. It ratcheted up her lust while scrambling her emotions. The ones she’d thought had quieted. The ones she didn’t want to decipher.
The firm hold on her hips warned her before the guy bottomed out. Pubic hairs tickled the sensitive skin around her pussy, but she had no clue who it was. She could look, but it really didn’t matter. It wasn’t Jacob.
No. He was staring back at her, his brows drawn, expression hard. His eyes, though, were smoldering pools of softness. How? They melted her heart and had her longing for things he’d never offered.
“Jacob,” she whispered, reaching for his free hand.
Being fucked by another guy didn’
t faze her, not even a little. The Boardroom was a beacon of hedonism that’d held her interest for over a year. Safe, anonymous sex was a primary reason for joining. Voyeurism and exhibitionism were synonymous with the group.
But she’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed as she did right then. It added a dynamic she hadn’t prepared for. One she couldn’t laugh away or hide beneath a wink and sassy comeback.
A hard thrust jerked her forward and forced a soft grunt out, but Jacob’s grip was solid and strong, like him. She tightened her hold on his hand and sunk into the grounding force of him.
The pressure built in her core when the guy rubbed her clit, battling with her will to resist it. The need to come scrambled up her spine to suck the breath from her lungs. But she focused on Jacob’s eyes and clung to the things she wanted to believe she saw in them. Admiration smoldered beside the lust. Devotion outshined the appreciation. They melted her heart and had her dreaming of so much more than this night.
His mouth pursed, brows drawing down. Her name formed a silent word on his lips. His hold on her hair tightened to the point of pain, but she didn’t complain. She was his, completely.
That was her freedom. She had no decisions to make, nothing to run from, no doubts to push her or things to hide from.
A harsh grunt chiseled through the air in time with the smack of skin. Lust taunted her body, but it’d retreated from her mind. She would only come for Jacob. Not because he’d ordered it, but because he was the only one she wanted to come for.
“Come on her.”
Jacob’s command was directed at the guy, but he never looked away from her. Not for one second. His sole focus was her. Just her.
Desire swelled so quickly she almost came. It blew through her defenses and laid bare her deepest craving. Jacob saw all of her, every damning inch, and he was still here. Still holding her hand. Still watching her with a possessive pride she reveled under.
Her breaths grew short, her orgasm poised to explode when the hot splatter of come hit her back. “Oh, God.” Her damning plea squeaked out to shatter her control.
“You’ve got this, Bailey.” Jacob leaned in, his faith in her so clear, so honest she couldn’t deny him.
She swallowed, managed a nod as she willed her body to listen. A breath, another, and her orgasm receded to a dull simmer beneath his unwavering belief in her. When had anyone ever looked at her like that, believed in her with such conviction?
She wet her lips and responded the only way she could. “My orgasm is yours, sir.”
His low curse ghosted through the air, the desperate note a confirmation and exclamation at once. “Good girl,” he whispered before taking her mouth in another claiming kiss.
She was completely his. Every bared inch of her belonged to Jacob. Did he know that? Did he understand how much she’d craved exactly this—from him?
He plundered her mouth like a man possessed, his tongue demanding entry when she gave no hint of resistance. His power was all encompassing, his authority mesmerizing.
Lust gave way beneath the crush of want as he urged her to turn over and inch up until her feet rested on the edge of the table. The table dug into her hip, her elbow cracked against the hard surface, but they registered as minor irritations. Nothing could diminish the incredible high she was floating on—because of Jacob.
His eyes were so damn dark when he finally broke the kiss. A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead to soften the hardened control he’d unleashed. Where had this man been hiding? This one who owned her so completely?
“Oh, my—” She cut off her shocked cry to hold back the pleasure bursting from her core. The empty ache in her pussy had been filled by the driving thrust of another dick. “Fuck,” she mumbled, her gaze blowing past Jacob to land on Drake.
“Who do you come for,” Jacob taunted by her ear as Drake’s sharp jabs jerked through her. “Tell me, Bailey.”
The building power of her reawakened orgasm almost wiped out her ability to respond. The urge to come clashed with her desire to obey. To make Jacob proud—to make herself proud. There was pleasure in that too. A satisfaction that’d last long after the rush of an orgasm had faded.
“You,” she stated, her voice strong when she’d thought it gone. “Only you. For you,” she added when lust lowered his eyelids, that possessive pride owning her. She focused on that, her brain locked into the promise she refused to break.
“Just me,” Jacob confirmed, his voice so deep it bordered on a growl. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing in a counterbalance to Drake’s powerful strokes. She was smothered in pleasure that turned her to mush while contracting every muscle. She closed her eyes, lost beneath the varying signals, the physical demand to come and the mental one to not.
It was too much and not enough. Everything and nothing. What she’d wanted but didn’t.
Another mouth closed over her other nipple, a quick bite lacing through her chest with a hit of pain. The reminder reawakened the ache left from the spanking. Her ass throbbed now, in time with the pounding of her heart and the pulse of her nipple.
Hands smoothed over her stomach and down her legs until the individual touches merged. One blended with the other in counter demands of soft and firm, teasing and deliberate. All the while, Drake filled her, his strokes changing from hard and fast to agonizingly slow.
A finger swiped over her clit in a barely there stroke that sucked the breath from her lungs. She gasped, curling up, but had nowhere to go. The need to come hovered so close, the trigger seemingly tied to her clit.
She tossed her head, eyes squeezed closed in an attempt to block the stimuli urging her to fail. No!
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come.” The whimper in her voice would’ve embarrassed her in any other situation, but she had no shame here. She’d do anything to keep her word to Jacob.
Drake’s hard grunt preceded two quick thrusts that slammed into her pussy, teasing her clit before he ground against her on a harsh groan. “Fuck.”
She watched his face contort on the ride of ecstasy while choking back her own. Every inch of her was so oversensitized even the air teased her. It wafted over her chest when the other men drew back, leaving her nipples hard, throbbing and begging like the rest of her.
“I’ve got you,” Jacob soothed, running a hand down her leg as Drake withdrew. “You’ve done so good.” His praise filled her with pride when so little did. “You’re beautiful.” Reverence laced through every word and matched his expression.
The dark control of earlier was replaced by something gentler but equally intoxicating as he took Drake’s place. Her legs quivered in little spasms she couldn’t control no matter how hard she tried. Anticipation buzzed on high to leave her dangling on the edge with Jacob as her anchor.
I’ve got you.
But for how long? Would it all be over after she came? Would he take his security and depart like everyone else?
She gritted her teeth to hold back the need that was firmly lodged in desperate now. The rasp of his zipper sang of a promise matched by his eyes.
“Soon, B.” He rolled a condom on, each movement precise. Standing between her legs, his suit coat and tie still on, his erection fisted in his hand, he cut a picture of power and excess—exactly what the Boardroom was about.
It represented everything she desired and feared at once.
“Please,” she begged, squirming beneath the anticipation that’d been primed to bursting. Her pussy clenched. Her clit ached for attention. Her entire body was a huge bundle of anxious energy waiting for release. One Jacob could provide.
Just Jacob.
“Christ.” His jaw was clenched beneath the scowl that tugged his brows low as he circled her entrance, the tease emphasizing his power while driving her mad. The harsh rasp in his voice echoed her own tortured state. “You are so damn perfect.”
&n
bsp; He slid home on a curse and growl that reached her soul. He filled her completely, consuming the emptiness when she’d thought it impossible. He loomed over her, his grip firm on her hips, his gaze locked on where they were joined, his awe clear as he slowly withdrew.
The tremble in her legs increased with his drawn-out stroke. She needed to come. Urgency hammered every response she refused to give in to. She shook her head, denying the demands of her body even though she was technically free to let go.
Jacob was in her. That’d been his only restriction.
He thrusted hard and deep, shocking her with the impact. “I—” He shoved in again. “Can’t—” Another jab, the smack of flesh pronounced. “Hold back.”
Yes. Her agreement came out as air, her voice gone now, lost to the driving passion on his face, to the sense of belonging that held no logic. The scene had exceeded her imagination. She’d loved every moment of it. Of being Jacob’s. Of being cared for. Of...
Not being able to run.
“Come, B.” Jacob powered into her on a pace that should’ve put her over. Her body was willing, but her mind wasn’t.
She shook her head, denial holding—literally and physically. The scene would end when she came, and she wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t want it to end. Not now.
Not when she’d finally found something she didn’t want to run from. No, someone.
Jacob.
“Bailey.” His sharp tone reached through her to chisel at her resolve. “Come, damn it.”
She clenched her teeth and held back despite everything telling her to let go. She clawed at the table, smothered in heat from the fire he’d stoked for the last hour. Her release shuddered on the brink, waiting for her to relent. But...
He dropped forward, stopping. The sudden stillness was almost more agonizing than the demanding friction. His breaths gusted over her lips, his face mere inches from her. The kindness that was him was in his eyes, the blue so dark the yellow flecks seemed to glow.
She bit her lip to hold back the tremble. He was so—good. Caring. Thoughtful. Everything she’d never dared to have.
