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by Kristal Baird


  If he only knew.

  Jake led her back to the basement and through a locked door. She’d tried it earlier. It was an underground car park with a lone Aston Martin resting on the concrete. Black with dark windows. The guy had class. And money. Cars like that didn’t come cheap. What did he do for a living that earned him that sort of money? For the life of her, she had been there a whole day and had no better idea than the moment she’d first arrived. Something that elusive had to be dodgy, if not downright illegal, especially with no paper trail. And all the better for her story, just as soon as she could figure it out.

  Jake used a remote control to unlock the door with a click. The sound reminded her of something, but she couldn’t remember what. Just another remote locking device, she figured. She was exhausted.

  He opened the car door for her, politely, as if she was his date rather than the PA he’d been abusing all day. It was crazy. She got in the passenger side and fixed her seatbelt. A man like Jake Stone just had to be a recklessly fast driver.

  He got in beside her and picked up a silky scarf. ‘Turn around a little. You’re going to wear a blindfold.’

  So he didn’t want her knowing where he lived. Well, she could try and work it out through direction changes and sounds on the way.

  He turned the engine on and the music up so loud that her second intention was a non-starter. And he drove so fast, just as she thought he would, that after the first few turns she had no idea at all what direction they were heading in. The journey lasted about an hour, by her reckoning, in which he didn’t speak at all. It was kind of unnerving, in the darkness of a blindfold. All her senses were on edge.

  By the time he turned off the engine and pulled off her blindfold, she found they were in another underground car park, pretty much like the one she had just left. It was as weird as if he had driven her around for an hour and returned to the same location.

  He led the way to an elevator and hit the top floor button. It opened directly into a luxury penthouse apartment. Everything screamed money.

  ‘There’s a shower through there.’ Jake indicated a door on her right. ‘Go and clean up.’

  For a moment she had visions of that toothbrush and being told to sanitise the bathroom. But she realised he was offering her the use of the shower. She felt so grubby she was ready to jump at the opportunity.

  He left her alone too, which was a blessing. She stripped off her clothes and stood under the overhead jet, letting warm water cascade pleasantly over her aching muscles. The first truly relaxing thing she had done all day. Her body still thrummed with the frustrations he had made her feel, which flooded to the fore just as soon as she started to run soapy hands over her own skin.

  The shower door opened. Jake stepped in beside her. Naked.

  Cally tried to cover herself with her arms. Jake ignored the gesture. ‘Wash me,’ he commanded, handing her a bottle of shower gel. ‘All over.’

  So she wasn’t off duty yet.

  Jake turned his back on her and waited. He was one fit example of male humankind. She could see the definition of the muscles, even in his back. And as she glimpsed furtively downward, she knew how that cliché “buns of steel” came about.

  She squeezed a great dollop of gel into her hands and, rubbing them together to distribute it, started on the expanse of his back. Gently at first, her touch got bolder, more definite as he flexed in the warmth under her hands. His muscles were hard and hot beneath her fingers which she ran up his spine, over the back of his neck, and into his hairline. Her hands trailed up and over his taut shoulders and followed down the powerful strength of his upper arms.

  Cally was beginning to relax in the steam again, as if she soaped strange naked men every day of the week. She was getting lost in the focus on her task when Jake turned around. He looked into her eyes. ‘Now the front.’

  It was very different with him watching her. She couldn’t hide her nakedness from his gaze and obey his orders at the same time. As she ran her hands gently over the bunched hills and valleys of his chest, her breathing grew rapidly shallow. This was one guy who seriously pumped iron. Jake returned the stare, long and hard, running his eyes down over her whole body. They rested for a long time on her full breasts, which were practically touching his naked chest and bounced as she reached. Her consciousness of how her body moved before him made her heated and alert.

  She didn’t even have to look any lower to know he was fully erect already. The guy was insatiable.

  Jake grabbed the bottle from the shelf. ‘I’ll wash you now.’

  ‘No. It’s OK,’ she protested.

  He gave her a look that clearly said it wasn’t an invitation.

  Jake placed his soapy palms straight over her breasts. No leading up to it or anything. This guy knew exactly what he wanted and went for it. Cally’s breath hitched. The sensation of his slippery hands attempting to grasp and knead was a tormenting delight. His fingers tried and deliberately failed to gain purchase on her erect nipples, making her squirm with sensation.

  She found herself widening her stance, opening her legs and tempting his hands to work their magic on her frustrated clit.

  ‘Touch me,’ he demanded, his voice a heated growl.

  She knew he was as ready to come as she was, as her willing hand gently sought his erect shaft. It twitched, thick and alive inside her encircling palm. She stroked firmly down to the base with slithering hands which glided over his hot skin. When her fingertips tickled his tight balls, she saw his eyes, beneath their hooded lids, signal raw pleasure.

  ‘Faster,’ he gasped. He was thrusting firmly into her hand now.

  He had her crushed against the wet wall of the shower, grinding her breasts beneath his hands. Cally knew she had to do something or he would be satisfied all over again, leaving her wanting and desperate. She didn’t think she could last another minute without being allowed to come. He’d had her on the brink, all day.

  She released her hold abruptly.

  Jake planted his hands on the walls either side of her head and looked murderously at her.

  ‘Me first,’ she pleaded, eyes wide with apprehension.

  Jake glared at her for a moment then gave a tight laugh. ‘You clever little bitch,’ he ground out. He turned her effortlessly and thrust her against the wall, pressing her there tightly with one hand planted between her shoulder blades. She tried to pull back, but he held her there as easily as if she was a wet sponge. He grasped his own aching rod and jerked it the few times he needed to bring his tension to a head.

  Ramming his body up against hers, he rubbed sinuously against her firm buttocks and back as the hot semen shot from his cock and poured over her skin. He growled out his moan of release.

  Jake kept her in the position until his orgasm had fully abated. Then he whispered in her ear. ’So you want to come, do you? Well, you’ll have to please me enough to earn it.’ He breathed deeply for a moment. ‘Please me enough and I’ll have you screaming as you come beneath me. That’s a promise.’

  The very idea made Cally’s pussy clench with need.

  Jake took more gel and soaped his come from her back and buttocks, letting his fingers explore deeply the chasm between, as he slipped a soapy thumb firmly into her tight anus. She writhed beneath his incursion. He ran hot hands around her hips, over her flat belly, working down to the soft mound at the apex of her thighs.

  ‘Lovely,’ he murmured, beside her ear, as his fingers trailed through the soft, wet, downy hair and naked pubic flesh, discovering how intimately she waxed, lower and lower until they invaded her slick pink slit. His fingers held her pussy lips apart, denying her the friction of his active fingers on her sensitive clit. ‘I will say when you get to come, Cally. Your body is no longer yours to do what you want with. It belongs to me and anyone else I say you will share it with. Are we clear?’

  Cally nodded, her abject frustration heightened to new peaks. What would it take to please this guy?

  ‘Now you will hav
e to be punished, for thinking you can control what happens. Trying to control me. You understand I have no other choice?’

  Cally wanted to tell Jake to fuck off. Game over. She was almost ready to run home and throw herself on the mercy of her wimp of a boyfriend. Or Mathers. He had made it clear enough he wanted to fuck her, countless times. But she found underneath all the frustrations a part of her was still excited by the thrill of a hunk of raw masculinity, like Jake Stone, dominating her totally. The strict rule of a sexually controlling man was a turn-on like none she’d ever known before. And she wasn’t ready to let it end yet.

  Nor was she ready to admit to Mathers she wasn’t up to the job. The real one she’d get, after this test.

  Jake pinned her wrists together in one hand and, slamming off the water with his free hand, pulled her from the shower cubicle. He dragged her across the hall and into a huge bedroom. In the space stood a large frame with metal rings fixed firmly into it.

  Jesus. What was this guy into? ‘Don’t, Jake.’ She was nervous.

  ‘I had hoped this wouldn’t be necessary,’ he intimated, sounding completely untruthful to Cally’s ears. She just knew he got off on stuff like this. But despite her apprehension at putting herself so fully under Jake’s control, she experienced a moment of thrilling excitement about what was to come.

  He shackled one wrist with a leather restraint to the overhead crossbeam at one corner, and the other wrist to the opposite side, then stood back to appreciate his work. Cally rested on the balls of her feet with her arms stretched up to either side, above her. Water ran down her naked body and pooled on the plush carpet beneath her. He didn’t seem to care she was ruining the soft furnishings.

  ‘What are you going to do to me?’ Mixed with excitement was a growing sense of trepidation. She didn’t know this guy. Had no idea exactly what he was capable of. How far his perversions ran. But that, she admitted, was part of the thrill.

  ‘If you speak, I’ll gag you.’ Jake wasn’t about to answer her questions. He left her alone in the room, switching off the light and plunging her into complete darkness.

  Deprived of light, Cally’s other senses strengthened. She strained her ears and could occasionally hear Jake moving about in another part of the apartment. She could hear faint strains of soft music. Her wet skin started to cool rapidly. It wasn’t cold, but there was a chill running over her previously heated skin which intensified the sensations coursing through her. Over everything rode a driving need to be sexually sated. Squirm as she might, with her hands restrained there was nothing she could do to help herself now.

  She was truly at Jake Stone’s mercy in every sense of the word. She had never felt so much need to please a man, so that he might acquiesce to pleasure her. Right now, she wasn’t above begging. And when he finally agreed to fuck her, she’d fuck him right back. The way any investigative journalist would. One pleasure rivalled the other for dominance in her mind.

  Cally had no real idea how long he left her there. It felt like a very long time. Time she was alone with her thoughts. Time she was alone with her intense bodily sensations. Time to admit she was every bit as perverse as previous boyfriends had suggested when she wanted to play these wicked, dangerous games. Only Jake Stone seemed man enough to handle them. Handle her. Was she woman enough to handle him and whatever it was he wanted to do to her? She didn’t think she had much choice in the matter.

  If she could have any wish in the world right now, she wanted Jake to take her, like this, hard and fast and full on. She doubted she would get her wish.

  When the door was flung open suddenly, Cally started in alarm. He walked up behind her in silence and tied a soft silk cloth around her eyes. He wanted her to remain in darkness.

  She heard the light switch on and knew she was exposed to his unadulterated view. Naked. Without any way to hide herself from his sight. Her skin prickled in anticipation.

  Something touched her and it wasn’t skin. She drew in a sharp breath as Jake trailed something cool and long and flexible across her back, up her spine, sending shivers following it.

  He had a whip. He was going to whip her.

  She felt it trail over her stomach, around each breast and across each peaked, sensitive nipple. When it touched the inside of her thigh, she jumped and started to shake as it slid upwards and through the wet folds between her legs. He worked it gently backwards and forwards across her clit until Cally started to relax into the pleasurable sensation as she rode the ridged leather.

  She moaned. It was instantly withdrawn and she felt a sting as it lashed her buttocks. And again. It caressed then, where it had previously stung. Jake slid it up her back, over her shoulder, and across her cheek. She flinched, scared he would strike her on the face.

  She heard the whoosh of air as it flew, and the next exquisite smart landed squarely on her nipple. Cally cried out. She twisted in a blend of pain and pleasure that melded into one. A soft mouth and tongue lathed the hurt away, then withdrew. A second lash, harder even than the first, tingled through her other nipple, and the pain rose warm and sharp through her breast, forcing an echoing response from her cunny. It flooded with her juices and she wanted more than anything to feel a hard cock rammed into her cunt, to bring it some relief.

  His tongue teased the hurt away from her breast as she struggled and moaned to make him see her pussy’s aching need for pleasure.

  Jake responded by punishing her nipples again, stinging each one twice in rapid succession, his aim on their most sensitive centres truly deadly. Cally cried out as he suckled at the sharpness with firm intent, his fingers biting into the surrounding flesh, which he manipulated roughly. She found herself squirming and moaning her frustrated desires. Who thought pain could heighten such pleasure?

  He walked around her. She could hear the sound of his shallow breathing and knew he got off on this as much as she did.

  Cally felt Jake press his body up close behind her. He was fully clothed now. He started to tease the sensitive skin behind her ear with his breath and tongue, lifting the long, wet strands of her hair aside with one hand. He nibbled her earlobe, making her gasp as his teeth bit softly into her flesh. He seemed to lean over her and she felt the lash of the whip land on her pussy. Once, twice, three times. The firm stimulation made her cry out again as her vagina clenched around the invisible cock that her imagination sought desperately for.

  He walked around her again.

  She sensed him kneel before her. He lifted her left thigh to one side, his strong arm supporting the weight of her leg. Her sharp intake of breath acknowledged his mouth and questing tongue that tipped her clit then lathed firmly the full length of her pussy slit, circling the swollen bud, before leaving her bereft again.

  She stood for aching moments wondering where he was, and what he would do next. He was so silent she could not be certain, until the whip descended once more on her buttocks.

  ‘Count,’ he demanded in a growl, after the first lash.

  ‘One.’

  It fell again. ‘Count each of them,’ he reminded. ‘I will not stop until you do.’

  ‘Two.’

  The third stroke was even harder than the first two.

  ‘Three.’ She could barely speak between held breaths and the rapid exhalations that registered the smart of the whip.

  The next three came swiftly in succession.

  ‘Four, five, six – please …’

  ‘Do you have something you wish to say to me?’ he asked in a whisper.

  ‘I’m sorry.’ She’d never apologised so much in her life.

  His warm hand caressed the stinging of her buttocks.

  ‘What are you sorry for, Cally?’

  ‘That I tried to make you touch me, in the shower.’

  ‘Who is in control?’ He trailed the whip languorously over her skin again, as a little reminder.

  She shivered. ‘You are, sir.’

  ‘Good, Cally. It is goodthat you know it. And when will you be allowed to att
ain your orgasm?’

  ‘When you tell me I may.’

  ‘And when will that be?’

  ‘When I please you enough.’

  Jake reached around her and suddenly plunged two fingers deeply into Cally’s dripping cunt. He agitated the fingers strongly, using his thumb to flick at her clit until she was gasping. His other hand tweaked her hard nipples, raising the sensations in a mighty crescendo.

  ‘Do you want to say anything to me, Cally?’

  She could barely gasp out the words. ‘Thank you, sir.’

  Cally instantly came so violently she screamed and her knees buckled. Her vaginal muscles clamped down strongly on his questing fingers.

  ‘You have pleased me, Cally,’ Jake whispered in her ear, pulling away the blindfold. Her eyes remained shut against the sudden light.

  He held her firmly upright against him with an arm clamped about her waist as he undid the restraints. The aftershocks of the long-delayed ecstasy surged through her so strongly she could hardly stand unaided. Jake lifted her, gently placing his arm beneath her knees, and carried her across to the bed. He placed her on it and pulled a cover over her exhausted, naked form, leaving her to sleep.

  At some time in the depths of the night, a sleepless Jake Stone returned to the bedroom where Cally lay. He turned back the cover and offered her his hand. On being awoken, she took it and allowed him to lead her, naked, from the room. Cally was too exhausted, physically and emotionally, to do anything else but follow where he led. He took her through to his own bedroom and settled her down between his warm covers. He climbed in bed beside her and stroked her hair until she slept again.

  Jake lay awake, on his side, for a long time, watching Cally sleep. He had never invited a woman undergoing training into his bed before and it disturbed him. But what disturbed him more was the way he had lain awake thinking about her all alone in her bed, while he was all alone in his.

  It wasn’t as if he’d even brought her through to fuck her either. Although, right now, he wanted to do that too. He’d fetched her because it made him feel better, having her beside him. And that was the very reason why he wouldn’t allow himself to touch her. He had to maintain some control over himself too.

 

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