by C. L. Parker
And the biggest indicator? That fucking smart mouth of hers.
This was a business arrangement. It was fucked up and like nothing I’d ever done before, but it was a business arrangement nonetheless. I had every intention of abiding by my end of the contract, and I expected her to do the same.
If I was being honest, though, her snarky attitude kind of turned me on. I don’t think I could’ve gotten as hard with someone who was completely subservient to my every whim. She had fire and ice running through her veins, and she wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
Which was exactly the thing that was going to make this even more exciting for me.
I wasn’t normally an asshole, but I took business very seriously. Plus I was a horny motherfucker and she showed a lot of promise when I fucked her mouth into submission, even cupping my balls without having been told to do so. Teaching her to do things the way I like them, and watching her sexuality bud and flourish was going to be an awesome sight to behold. And I had a front-row seat.
I shut the faucet off once the tub was full and went out to the bedroom. I pulled back the sheet and ran my hands over the creamy flesh of her ass. Technically, that was my ass now. She shifted a little in her sleep and her eyebrows puckered.
“Delaine, it’s time to get up,” I said in a soft voice.
“Hmm?” she murmured, but made no attempt to open her eyes.
I leaned in close to her ear. “Get your ass up, or I’m going to ram my cock into it,” I said with more assertion and then ran the tip of my finger over her asshole, applying a bit of pressure to accentuate my point.
She shot straight up out of bed then, looking dazed and confused until her eyes focused and she looked at me. I could see the moment that she realized where she was and why she was there. Her hair was a tousled mess of knots and tangles, and what little bit of eye makeup she wore was smudged under her eyes.
“It’s time for my bath,” I told her.
“So? What’s that got to do with me?” she snapped, plopping back onto the bed and covering herself with the sheet.
And guess what that smart mouth did to me at that exact moment? That’s right. My cock became instant titanium.
I picked up her tiny frame and hoisted her over my shoulder as I carried her toward the bathroom. She kicked her legs in protest and smacked at my naked ass, but little did she know she was only spurring me on.
I tossed her into the bathtub and laughed when she landed with a thud. The water shot up and doused her hair, causing it to hang limply in her face. She looked like a drowned cat. Mmm … wet pussy.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she shrieked, smacking her hair back.
“Because you’re going to bathe me and I don’t want to hear any mouth about it,” I answered, getting into the tub as well.
She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed her forearms and pulled her to straddle my lap instead. My dick was wedged between us and she gasped when she realized I was already hard for her.
“There now. This,” I said, pushing up so that she could feel my length, “feels so much better. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She seethed. “I really hate you.”
“I really don’t care,” I retorted. “Now, wash my hair, and do try to be sensual about it.”
She huffed but grabbed the bottle of shampoo anyway. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her hot little pussy perched over my throbbing hardness as she massaged my scalp with her fingers. I noticed she was scraping her nails into my skin, probably to try to deter me from wanting her to do this ever again, but it only had the opposite effect.
I fucking loved the rough stuff, and she wasn’t even scratching the surface.
I hummed in appreciation and bucked my hips into her, and I knew I wasn’t imagining things; she was pushing back. Her breathing was shallower and I could tell that she was trying to maintain her composure and not let on that she was aroused. And then she leaned forward and rinsed my hair with the spray nozzle, the tips of her nipples brushing across my lips. I opened my eyes to peek and saw her ample cleavage perched right in front of my face, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, and immediately backed away.
“Uh-uh,” I tsked. “Bring those pretty titties back up here, Delaine. You’re not done. My hair still has soap in it.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but climbed back onto my lap anyway. I heard her suck in a breath as she leaned forward again, keeping her back bowed to keep her tits out of my face, but I put my hand on her back and pressed her forward, capturing her nipple between my lips at the same time.
Again she gasped, and I smiled around her nipple as my tongue got its swirl on. My other hand went to her other breast and massaged it, my thumb running over the hardened peak while I pushed my hips into her again. Her body relaxed and she leaned into me as I sucked on her nipple and then let my teeth gently scrape across the sensitive skin.
She was done rinsing my hair. I could tell because the spray nozzle was just hanging limply from her hands, but she was now arching her back and pushing her tit closer to my mouth. I moaned and released that nipple with a pop to give my attention to the other one. My tongue flicked over the pebbled bud like a serpent, and then I roughly sucked it into my mouth.
I lifted her hips and resituated her in my lap so that the tip of me was right at her entrance. When I pushed forward a little, she stiffened and braced her hands on my shoulders.
“Shh, I’m not going to,” I assured her. “I just want you to feel me there.”
I shifted forward a bit to apply more pressure and then groaned out loud when the head of my dick barely entered her.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I mumbled into her skin. I pulled her off me and repositioned us so that she was now sitting next to me, because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck her right then, and I wanted to prolong the anticipation and play some more.
I leaned in to nuzzle her, placing hungry kisses along the length of her neck while one hand held her by the back of her head and the other ran along the inside of her thigh.
“Have you ever had an orgasm, Delaine?” I skimmed my fingers over the soft folds at the apex of her thighs and heard her swallow hard before she choked out a no.
“Mmm,” I hummed at her ear. “I get to be the first at everything. You have no idea how incredibly sexy that is.”
My fingers dipped between her folds and I stroked her, avoiding the little bundle of nerves. Her head fell back against the tub, opening her neck up further for me. I removed my fingers and ran them back down the inside of her thigh until I reached the back of her knee to pull her leg over one of my thighs, and then I made a slow and torturous path back up her leg.
“I’m going to make you come, Delaine,” I whispered into her ear.
The mounds of her breasts peaked over the water, revealing her perfect nipples with each shuddery breath she took. I made one light stroke from her entrance to her clit, repeating the path with more pressure. She was still with the exception of her breathing, and I lightly sucked at the sensitive spot below her ear.
“It’s okay to enjoy my touch. I see no reason why I should be the only one to gain pleasure from our little arrangement.” I dipped one finger into her. Her walls clamped down around me and I sucked in a breath. “Goddamn, you’re tight. I think the thought alone of sticking my cock into that tight pussy might be enough to make me come so hard I lose my fucking mind.”
I pumped my finger in and out of her as my thumb began to make circles around her clit.
“Would you like to see that, Delaine?” I asked, my voice thick with lust. “Would you like to see me lose my fucking mind while the thought of being inside you makes me come?”
She didn’t answer, but the way her eyes became hooded and her hips started moving forward to meet the thrust of my finger told me all I needed to know. I inserted another finger and she moaned, her head falling to the side to face me.
And then she kissed me.
Delaine sucked my bottom lip between hers before shoving her tongue into my mouth to stroke mine. I pulled back because I liked to be the one in control, but I kept my lips just over hers.
“Touch your breast,” I whispered. “Help me make you feel good.”
I didn’t really need her help, but I wanted her to open up more and explore her own sexuality. Plus, watching a woman touch herself just happened to be sexy as hell. I watched as she cupped her breast and pulled at her nipple with her index finger and thumb.
“Goddamn, that’s perfect.” I groaned and pumped my fingers into her harder and faster.
I pulled my fingers out and stroked along her folds until I could manipulate her clit, softly running my fingers back and forth over the taut bundle of nerves. Then I quickly dipped them back into her pussy and curled them in, finding her special spot.
“More,” she moaned against my mouth before she claimed it in another passionate kiss. It appeared I had a very eager beaver on my hands—pun definitely fucking intended.
I shifted my body and turned toward her, releasing the kiss and dipping my head until my mouth was just below the water and sucking on her right nipple while she continued to manipulate the other. I could feel her walls tighten around my fingers, and I knew she was almost there. My fingers moved in and out, curling in to stroke her G-spot. I looked up at her from beneath my lashes and saw that she was watching me. Her mouth dropped open and she arched her back as a moan started low in her chest and finally escaped her lips. The walls of her pussy constricted against my fingers and she tried to clamp her thighs together, but I caught a knee between my legs and held her still.
“Those are my fingers you’re getting off on, Delaine. Mine. And this feeling you’re having now is going to be so much more intense when it’s my cock instead,” I told her, and then claimed her open mouth with my own.
She responded immediately, hungrily devouring my mouth in return until her orgasm subsided and she was a heaving puddle of postorgasmic bliss in my hands.
When I removed my fingers, I immediately stood and stepped from the tub, my dick still hard as an iron rod with water dripping from the tip. “Finish your bath,” I told her nonchalantly as I wrapped a towel around myself. “I have to go to work. Make yourself at home, but I expect you to be waiting for me by the door when I return at six. Do you understand?”
Her narrowed eyes were back again—obviously she didn’t like the change in my attitude—but she nodded her understanding anyway. I might have given her the most intimate moment of her life, but we both needed to remember that this was still just a business arrangement.
“Sure thing, boss,” she said snidely, and then saluted me.
“Hey, you know that little slice of heaven I just gave you? Well, if you’d like to be feeling any more of that instead of me simply using your body for my own pleasure, then I suggest you watch that smart little mouth of yours,” I warned, running the tip of my finger over her bottom lip. “Of course, I could always just stick something in it to keep you quiet.” I knew that pissed her off, and, wanting to piss her off even more, I bent over the tub and said, “Where’s my kiss goodbye, woman?”
She reluctantly leaned forward, and I kissed the tip of her nose instead of her mouth.
“Be a good girl today,” I said with a smirk and then waltzed toward my bedroom, knowing she was watching my ass again. Before I reached the door, I stopped, flexed one butt cheek at a time, and then looked back over my shoulder and gave her a wink. As I suspected, her mouth was hanging open. When her eyes finally left my ass and she looked up, Delaine grabbed the loofah and threw it at me. I stepped out of the way just as it landed on the floor with a wet thwack.
“I hate you!” she called after me.
“Maybe, but you obviously love my ass!” I yelled back with a chuckle.
She was going to be too much fun to fuck with.
4
double agent coochie
Noah
I couldn’t help but smile smugly the whole drive into work. Knowing that Delaine would be waiting for me at home when I returned was definitely going to make the day a bit more bearable. Or unbearable, considering I’d probably be thinking about all the naughty things I wanted to do to my million-dollar girl, and have her do to me, for the duration of the day. Even that millisecond of a thought forced me to rearrange the uncomfortable hardness that seemed to have decided to take up residence in my pants.
But I was a man of business, and business came before pleasure. So the second Samuel opened my door and I stepped onto the pavement that led to the revolving glass entrance of my second home, my smile was gone. Stone-faced Crawford had entered the building.
I was known as a hard-ass around the office. Employees who had been there since my father’s day had been shocked to see his rambunctious son morph into a cutthroat wheeler-dealer. But the business world was a cold, cruel bitch, and to stay ahead, you had to keep your guard up or be prepared to have your balls handed to you at the first sign of weakness.
Mason, the only man I trusted around this place, greeted me as I stepped through the door.
Mason Hunt was my right-hand man, my personal assistant, and probably the closest thing I had to a friend. He and his wife, Polly, pretty much took care of every aspect of my life. Mason had my back at the office, and Polly took care of my personal life. She ran my home, overseeing all of the staff and my expenses, so I never had to be bothered with the task. The maids, gardeners, and cooks were there and gone before I got home, for which I was grateful. She was also my personal shopper and made sure I looked damn good for both business and pleasure. Multitasker extraordinaire.
She was really very good at what she did, as was Mason. They worked together like a well-oiled piece of machinery. I’d like to think I had something to do with their getting together. After all, tending to me on a daily basis meant their paths had to cross pretty often. Despite their differences, they complemented each other. Mason was a laid-back, cool motherfucker, tall, southern, and never without his favorite cowboy boots. Polly was just a hyperactive little shit who bounced all over the place. Short and highly social, she apparently never wore the same outfit twice. Not that I’d ever really noticed, but I caught that little snippet of information during one of her rants, which I usually tried to tune out. Polly was the yin to Mason’s yang, so it seemed inevitable that they would end up together.
“Hunt,” I greeted him as we walked side by side to my personal elevator. Yes, I had a personal elevator. I couldn’t stand to be stuck in a tin box with twenty other people crowding me, each one wearing a different cologne or coughing and sneezing all over the goddamn place.
Mason stuck the key into the lock and opened the doors so that I could step through ahead of him. I put my briefcase down and sat on the red velvet couch that stretched along the interior wall. The ceiling and each wall was mirrored to make the small space look bigger. Bigger was always better.
“So, how did it go?” he asked as he pushed the button for the fortieth floor and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
I’d been single for quite some time, and Polly had been relentlessly trying to set me up on dates with women she considered to be a good match for me. To stave off her attempts, I finally broke down and told her that I’d been secretly seeing someone that I’d met on one of my trips to Los Angeles. She bought it and stopped trying to play matchmaker, but then she started hounding me about wanting to meet the mystery woman. Usually I could give someone “the look” and they knew to back off, but not Polly. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated by me. I’d told her that I was going to ask my mystery lady to move in with me last night—you know, just in case I actually found something I liked at Foreplay and followed through on making a purchase, which I had.
“She said yes,” I answered. “I told her to leave all of her stuff behind and I flew her in last night. She’s at the house now.”
“What? That’s great!” He cl
apped me on the shoulder, his congratulations for the major step I’d taken.
“Yeah, I’m pretty psyched about it,” I said with a smile, because it was true. My dick hardened minutely of its own accord to further prove the point.
We spent the rest of the ride in polite conversation. Mason was never one to pry into my personal affairs unless Polly threatened to withhold sex if he didn’t at least try to get something out of me. I threw him a bone every now and then to keep him out of the doghouse, but he never pushed me. Today was no exception. He knew she was there, but I still hadn’t told either of them who she was.
Mason reminded me that Polly would be stopping by my house after lunch to tend to the shopping and check on the household staff. That freaked me out. Delaine and I hadn’t discussed the specifics of what story we were going to give to my acquaintances, or whether she even wanted to go by her actual name, for that matter. I knew the maids would keep their mouths shut and do their jobs, but not Polly.
I stepped off the elevator and nodded to a couple of other employees in polite greeting as I passed them on the way to my workplace suite in the west corner. Mason’s desk was set up just outside my office. All the exterior spaces had floor-to-ceiling windows, red carpets, and white walls with green accents in the décor—the same color scheme as the red lotus.
I swung open the heavy wooden door to my office and closed it behind me before rushing over to my desk and picking up the telephone to dial my own home. I had to talk to Delaine and make sure we hashed out some details before Hurricane Polly showed up. Polly would start her supersleuthing and would put two and two together, and the truth about our arrangement would be out before I’d even had the chance to get my dick wet. In hindsight, I probably should’ve had all this figured out before I decided to purchase a woman, but you know what they say about hindsight.
