by Sadie Jacks
She sat there looking at me, a peculiar look on her face. “Yes. I’m a woman with a healthy sexual drive.”
I smiled. “Good. I want you to get your favorite out. Start playing with it. Dildo or vibe?”
She blinked a couple times. “What?”
I buried the smirk. “Your favorite. Is it a dildo or a vibe?”
“A rabbit.”
Perfect. “Good. I want you to go upstairs. Get naked right inside the door. Leaving only to get your toy, I want you on the couch, spread eagle, that toy working you over. If, when I get up there, you’re not trying to come, I’ll spank you. If, when I get up there, you’ve already come, I’ll spank you.”
Leaning over, I grabbed the handle on her side of the car and pushed it open. “Chop, chop, hellcat.”
She sat there, looking a little dumbfounded. “What are you going to be doing?”
With her watching me, I leaned back. Unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out. Catching her gaze with mine, I licked a path from my wrist to my fingertips. Setting my hand against my cock, I groaned at the feel of anything touching me.
Fighting to keep my eyes from rolling back up into my head, I said, “I’m going to think about you, doing what I tell you to. Doing it because you want me. Because I told you to do it. I’ll give you eight minutes.” I squeezed the shaft of my dick. Pumped my hips up.
She whimpered, reached out. “I want to –”
I slapped her hand away. “No. You’ll do what I told you to do. Because you know what I give you will be worth it.” Her gaze still on my body, I stroked my cock, wished it was her mouth. I ground my teeth together as a bead of precum leaked from the tip. “Now, hellcat. I won’t tell you again.”
She launched herself from the car. With a slam of the door, she waved to the men at the guard station. Practically sprinted up the stairs.
Hurry up, hellcat. Hurry the fuck up. I loosened my grip, felt my body screech a protest. Why the fuck I’d sent her up there without me was something I probably needed to talk to a professional about. It was nothing short of insane.
I reached down, grabbed my balls. With a quick jerk, I cleared my head.
Because she needs to realize that she can’t control you, asshole. That woman probably has men dropping like flies for her honey. You’re not one of them. Ever. You don’t play the games of women. But they sure as fuck dance to your tune.
I nodded as I gripped my dick again. Damn straight. But why did I have to tell her eight minutes? My head dropped back on the seat as I stroked myself. Imagined it was her tight cunt enveloping me in her wet, dripping heat.
Trying to keep the pace slow and easy, I thought about her up there. Scampering through her loft naked. Her tits heavy with arousal. Her pussy clenching around nothing. Her thoughts sending me to hell in a fiery basket.
Chuckling, I kept an eagle eye on the dashboard. Counted every single fucking second of those eight minutes. Four hundred and eighty seconds.
Just as I felt my climax start, the mental alarm I’d set went off. I had my dick stuffed and tucked, my pants zipped up, and I was striding across the garage like a man on a mission.
I took the steps two at a time. Rocketed down the hall to her door. Just as I was about to push it open, I held my ear to the door. Listened for the sounds of her fucking herself with her rabbit.
A low, shaky moan sounded softly.
I smiled. With a turn of the doorknob, I was inside. She’d left the lights off. All of them except the puddle of light she’d sprawled herself in.
Her head was back, her neck arched. Her tits danced as she fought the commands of her body. All because I told her to.
“Did you come?” I asked softly.
She startled, but she didn’t let go of her toy. Shook her head. “No. Not yet.” With a thrust of her hand, she had her toy spearing back up into her cunt.
My entire body tightened. “Good job, hellcat.” I walked over to her. Stripped out of my clothes as I went. “Let me see that pretty pussy you’re fucking.” I bent down to my knees, pulled the toy from her depths.
A line of cream followed.
“I’m going to lick you clean, Talia Maria.” Putting my hands on her inner thighs, I dipped my head and licked her from bottom to top. The taste of her was ambrosia. Thick, sweet, she coated my tongue. Covered my lips. Decorated my chin.
Her hands came down, speared her fingers through my hair. A low groan lifted from her as she pulled me farther into the curve of her body. “Foster.”
My name was a curse and a plea.
So close. But not quite there.
Taking her hands from my hair, I pulled up from her body. From the nectar that beckoned me. “Hands on your knees.”
I leaned back, gripped my cock.
She whimpered, grabbed her knees.
“Good, hellcat. Good. Don’t let go of them. If you let go, all of this ends.” I quirked a single eyebrow in question.
Tali nodded quickly. “I promise.” Her breath panted from her chest.
Thank fuck.
Her knees splayed wide, I got up from the floor. Putting my knees on the frame of the couch, I eased forward. “Watch us.”
Her gaze immediately lowered to where our bodies touched.
“I’m so fucking hard, hellcat. You’re sexy, stubborn, strong.” Sliding my length between her folds, we both groaned at the contact.
I pulled back. Started over.
Sweat broke out all over my body. The restraint to keep from plunging into her depths was going to kill me. I needed her to beg. To screech her plea for me to fuck her. To take her. To own her.
Consciously pushing the need for those things aside, I grabbed the base of my dick. Slapped it against her clit.
Her body rippled as her cunt spasmed slightly. “Foster.” She panted up at me.
I shook my head. Did it again.
Her eyes fluttered closed.
My knees were about to give out. So I tortured both of us some more by stepping back. “Keep holding your knees.” I slapped her thigh.
She yelped, glared at me.
I shot her a smile. I saw the toy laying on the cushion beside her. Picking it up, I slid it into my mouth. Licked it clean of her flavor.
“Fuck, Foster,” she whined.
Turning it on, I laid it against my dick. Shudders wracked my spine at the sensations. “Fuuuck.” My head fell back on my shoulders.
“Foster!”
I picked my head up, looked at her. Her face was stark with need, desire etched into each of her features. Her tongue ran over her lips right before she nibbled on the lower one. “My turn.”
Sneaky girl. Turning the toy up to its highest level, I set it against her flesh. Pushed it inside the tight channel that seemed to grasp for it. Hold it deep within her folds.
“Ah, ah, ah, ahh.” Her head tossed back and forth slightly as I relentlessly played her body. I watched her. Dissected her tone, her body, the flush of her skin. Just as I saw her start holding her breath, I pulled the toy from her body.
Pushed between her legs, I let her eyelids open to see me there. A hard smile on my face as I denied her.
She snarled.
I snarled back. Held the toy against one of her hardened nipples. “Want it?”
She bit her lip. Said nothing.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, hellcat.”
I put the toy back inside her. Laid my dick alongside the base of the toy. Enjoyed the pulsing and vibrating sensations.
Again, I studied her body. Analyzed it. For every single twitch, I catalogued it. Just as she was about to climax again, I withheld it.
“FOSTER!”
I shook my head. “You know what you have to do.” I let her see what her orgasm would cost her. Let her see the only option left was to beg me.
Shocking me, she looked away. Bit her lip.
She wanted to play hardball? I could play hardball. Tossing the toy over my shoulder, I got back to my feet. Setting my knees against the couch once more, I g
rabbed my cock. Angled down and inside her.
Sweet fuck, I was going to die. She was scalding hot. Tight as a vise. And sexy as fucking sin with her neck arched back and her chest heaving.
Head in the game, fucker. This isn’t over yet.
I pulled out until nothing was left inside her but the tip. I could feel her inner tissues gripping at me. Demanding I stay deep inside.
She screeched, a long, low sound that heralded my death.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed back in on a quick, sharp thrust.
I was pretty sure my eyes rolled up inside my head. But I pulled back out. Pulled all the way out of her body.
“Damn, Foster, fuck me.” Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.
I shook my head, fisted the base of my dick so hard I was a little surprised I didn’t pop the thing right off my body. “You know what you have to do.”
She dropped her knees.
I nodded. “That’s how you want to play this. That’s fine. Thanks for a fun evening.” Gathering all my willpower, I pushed up and back. Got to my feet. Every step fucking hurt. My body, my dick, my hear—
“You’re going to leave?”
I nodded again as I bent over to pick up my clothes. Clenched my teeth against the ache in my dick. “I told you what would happen if you dropped your knees. I’m a man of my word, hellcat. Always.” Wincing, I stepped into my pants. Got them fastened.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
I snorted. “I’d been trying to fuck you, sweets. You put the kibosh on that. Hey, no worries. I’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want to do.” I pulled my shirt on. Looked around for my shoes.
The jerk off session in the shower tonight was going to be nothing but perfunctory at this point. Hell, I might shoot off with just the feel of my pants against my dick. But it would be a cold orgasm.
“Damnit, Foster.”
Looking over, I smiled at her. “Your choice, Talia. Always your choice.” Shoving my feet in my shoes, I turned for the door.
Just as I reached out for it, she tackled me from behind. “You walk out that door, you’ll never touch me again.”
Grinding my forehead against the wood, I fought not to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her until we both passed out. But I didn’t play those games. I was in charge. Always. People died when I let go of command.
Her hands skimmed down the front of my body. Snuck inside my pants. Cradled my dick.
I should have pushed her away. Should have told her no. But if she was panting for me, I was slavering for her.
Her fingers slid up and down the length of me. The perfect amount of pressure. The perfect pace.
But it wasn’t the same. She was doing this to me. Not because I told her to. Because she was trying to sway the game in her favor.
I pulled her hands from my pants. “I’ll fuck you, Talia. But on my terms. You either agree with them or not. You chose not. Therefore, I’m leaving.”
“What about my terms?” She laid her teeth into my shoulder blade.
I shuddered. “What terms?”
“I want to be in charge.”
I shook my head. “I can’t give you that.” I reached out, grabbed the doorknob.
“Why not?”
I shook my head again. “I just can’t. Leave it at that.”
She tugged on my shoulder, spun me around. In the low light, I saw the questions on her face. Saw the desire to ask in the set of her mouth.
“My way or no way, princess. That’s what I can offer. That’s what you can have.”
“I’ll fuck you, your way. But I won’t beg.” She stuck her chin out. Dared me to challenge her.
Lowering my mouth, I took her lips. I inhaled her. She clouded my senses and destroyed my intentions. But I got to keep her. This time.
Ripping my mouth away, I pushed her back softly. A hand between her breasts. “Go back to the couch.”
Her eyes lit up as she scampered back. Her ass jiggling as she went. Driving me crazy. I was going to bite it.
“Wait.”
She stopped moments from resuming her previous position.
Damn it. Now I was torn.
“I’m going to bite you. Hard. Then, I’m going to slide my dick inside you.” I started stripping again. Snarled with rage when my pants didn’t cooperate. I finally just kicked them off. “Lean over the back of the couch.”
She hurried to do as I told her. Her ass was pointed up towards the ceiling. Perfectly sized. Perfectly crafted. She was a work of fucking art.
Gripping a handful of her hair, I wrapped it around my wrist and hand. Pulled her head back to force her body into a perfect arch. Leaning down, I licked over her ass cheek.
She squirmed in my grip.
I spanked her ass. “Be still.”
She became a statue, except for a slight constant shivering.
I licked her again. Then set my teeth into her flesh. I bit her ass.
Her scream shot towards the ceiling as I fought to keep her still once more. “Foster.”
A dark smile overtook my face. Letting her flesh fall from my mouth, I bent her over, lined my dick up, and sank home.
Once again, her heat engulfed me. Trapped me. Devoured me. The couch wasn’t going to hold us. Not for long.
Using my grip in her hair as a handle, I pulled her upright. Groaned at the change of the angle inside her. “Go to the wall.”
We walked over there, still connected. As soon as her body rested fully against the support, I pulled from her depths and shot back inside in one smooth motion.
Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface.
I smiled as she shrieked and screamed. Inventive cursing tumbled from her mouth as I ravaged her body. “What do you want, hellcat?”
She shook her head slightly. “Foster.”
I pulled from her cunt. Rested my body against hers. “Give me the words, Talia.” I bit her shoulder.
She mewled like a kitten. Her claws momentarily sheathed.
Tightened my grip in her hair, I pulled her head back. “Give me the words and I’ll blow your mind.” I bit her ear.
Her body quivered.
My woman liked my teeth in her skin.
With my free hand, I slid it down over her hip. Pushed it between her body and the wall. With seeking fingers, I found her clit. Tapped a quick rhythm over it.
She bucked in my arms. “Damnit, Foster.”
I chuckled. “So close, kitten. Try again.” I pinched her clit. Swirled my thumb over it before spearing my fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Now, Talia.”
“Fuck.”
“Last chance. I will leave.” I bit the base of her neck.
She inhaled a scream. “Fuck me, please. Foster. Please.” She shoved her ass back at me.
Thank fuck. I slammed inside her. Pinned her to the wall. My hand in her hair, my free hand on her clit. I pushed inside her over and over.
Both of us were heaving for breath.
“Give it to me, Talia. Now.” I bit her neck again.
Just like that, she tipped over the edge. Her cunt gripped my dick and wrung it dry. My yell of release joined her higher pitched scream as we went deaf, blind, and dumb together.
“Mr. Ambright, we’re heading in for final approach,” the flight attendant said.
I jerked upright, wiped my face. Shit. I hoped I hadn’t been talking in my sleep. I looked up into her face.
Saw the flushed cheeks and the tight nipples against the thin fabric of her jacket.
Shit. Apparently a little worse than talking in my sleep. I looked down at my lap. Grimaced.
“I could help you with that,” she offered softly.
I waved her away. “It’s not for you.” I wiped a hand over my face again, got settled in the seat. Buckled my seatbelt. “I’m ready for landing.”
She nodded and strode off. Her steps a little sharper on the hardwood flooring. I’d been as nice as I possibly could. Not my fa
ult she thought I would dip my wick in any candle.
“Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Ambright. The local temperature is a brisk—”
I tuned out the pilot. Picked up my phone.
Damn. No messages of any kind were waiting for me.
I didn’t care what the weather was. More important things were on my mind. Namely the fact that Tali had been missing for at least twenty-four hours, and I was no closer to finding her now than when I left.
Chapter 12 – Talia
I stood with my ear pressed against the steel door. Tried to slow my breathing so I could pick up any sound other than the heartbeat that was thumping through my ears. What the hell was going on? And why was I supposed to be quiet?
My face still ached from the hard blow of Arkady’s hand. I pushed back the tears that wanted to form. He was nothing to me. Nothing but a means of escape. The fact that he was sometimes nice should hold no bearing.
I needed to remember that he was doing a job. Even if he wasn’t always an asshole, I was still a captive here.
I had to admit that having him in my corner was really the only positive I’d been able to find. That he was willing to stand in the gap for me…it meant I could relax. If only for just a little while. And I needed that.
Well, I wanted that. That comfort. That space to breathe. But it certainly wasn’t a need. I needed to stay alive. I needed to get out of here. Those were true needs.
As I stood at the door, I heard muted tones that could be voices. Then again, it could just be water pipes. I hadn’t been paying enough attention to everything else to memorize what normal sounded like in this place.
A sharp crack sounded. I tensed. I knew exactly what that was. Gunfire. Crap. Even through the thick steel door, I could hear the thunderous roars of angry men getting closer.
I darted over to my bed, sat down. Tried to look as meek and unassuming as possible. Considering the state of my face, that shouldn’t be too hard to manage.
Life and death time, T. Don’t lose your cool. Don’t depend on anyone but yourself. You got this. I nodded as I finished my little silent pep talk. I did have this.
Braced as I was for the squawking of the door, it still managed to catch me off guard. Well, here’s hoping a little fear showed on my face. I could use that.
