“Then take off your clothes and get on your knees,” he says in a husky voice that makes my nipples bead even tighter. “I want to see every inch of what’s mine.”
“Yes, sir.” I slide my shirt off my shoulders and reach for the zipper on my skirt. “But I hope you’ll let me see you, too, sir.”
“Yes, beautiful,” he says, working open the buttons on his shirt. “I’m going to show you exactly what you do to me. Now out of those clothes and on your knees. No shoes this time.”
I hurry to obey and drop to my knees at his feet just as he pulls his tight white undershirt over his head, revealing his powerful chest. My breath catches at the beauty of him.
He looks more like a bodyguard than a master of cyber security. He’s easily the strongest man I’ve ever seen without clothes, but I’m not intimidated by his strength. I’m turned on, already hot and slick even before he unzips his fly and drops both pants and boxers to the ground.
And then the heavy, swollen length of him bobs free and a lightning bolt of desire shoots through me. It’s so intense I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips as he closes the space between us.
“This is what you do to me.” He threads a hand into my hair and makes a light fist. The other hand is at the base of his cock as he strokes himself up and down. He’s so close I can smell the salt, soap, and male smell of him, so close I could have him in my mouth if I leaned forward just a few inches and, God, I want that. I want to taste him, feel him thick and pulsing in my mouth.
“You make me so hard it feels like I’m going to do damage to myself,” he continues. “Just one look at you there, with your nipples tight for me and your breath coming fast because you can’t wait for me to fuck you is enough to drive me absolutely out of my mind.”
“Me, too, sir.” I shiver, my tongue slipping out to dampen my lips as a pearl of liquid appears at the tip of him.
“And seeing that wicked little tongue of yours doesn’t help,” he says, grip tightening on his cock. “It only makes me want to fuck your pretty mouth, to drive between your lips until I come down your throat.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, voice rough. “Please, sir.”
“Please what, beautiful?”
“Please fuck my mouth.” The words emerge without shame or nervousness. There’s no reason for anxiety now, no reason to hold back or to fear letting him see how eager I am to be used and pleasured and punished and anything else he wants to do with me. “I want to taste you, sir.”
His breath rushes out as he guides the head of his erection to my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips, coating first the top and then the bottom with salty heat. “Even if I torture you afterward, sweet Jane? If I lick and tease and torment your nipples until they ache, but make you wait to come until I’m ready to fuck you again? If I bind your hands and tongue your cunt until you’re so close you can taste your orgasm at the back of your throat, but I refuse to take you over?”
I answer by leaning forward, swirling my tongue across the smooth, swollen tip of his cock before he pulls away.
“Answer me, Jane.”
“Yes, sir.” I bite down hard on my bottom lip, fighting the urge to reach for him. “Anything you want, sir. Torture me, pleasure me—it all feels perfect with you.”
He curses softly, but when he jerks me up from the floor by my hair and all but throws me across the room to the couch, I know I’ve said the right thing.
Chapter Ten
Jane
I land on the cushions on my side and barely have time to roll onto my back before he’s on top of me, his cock hot between my legs.
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” I rock my clit against the burning ridge of his erection, shameless and wild and so desperate for him I can’t control myself.
I writhe beneath him, clawing at his back as I roll my hips, doing my best to fit the head of his cock against the pulsing center of me. I need him inside of me more than I need my next breath. I’ve completely forgotten about protection, but thankfully he hasn’t.
I hear a drawer open in the side table next to the couch and then the rip of foil near my ear. A moment later Ten pulls back to roll the condom on with an ease and swiftness that makes it clear he’s far, far more experienced than I am. But I’m not intimidated. The fire in his eyes as he glances back at me assures me that, experienced or not, I’m doing everything right.
“Spread your legs wider,” he says through clenched teeth as he grips the base of his cock. “I want to see every inch of your gorgeous pussy.”
I obey, gasping as he guides the tip of his length along one side of my sex and up the other, using just enough pressure to make me even wilder to feel him shoving deep. I arch closer with a moan, pulsing into his cock, silently begging for what I need, but his hand finds my hip and pins me to the cushions.
“Patience, love.” He presses the head of his erection ever so lightly to where I ache. “We’re in no rush.”
A suffering sound escapes from the back of my throat, and he smiles.
“I want to be sure you remember every second of this.” He shifts forward, pushing just the head of his cock inside of me before he stops again. Almost immediately the relief that came from penetration becomes a fresh level of hell. It’s even more torturous like this, to feel his thickness spreading me in that one, oh-so-sensitive place while the rest of me remains miserably vacant.
“Oh, please,” I beg as my body pulses angrily around its emptiness. I squirm to free myself from his grip, unable to bear lying still another second. “Please give me more, sir. Give me all of you.”
“Not yet.” His palm presses harder into my hip. “And I need you to stop fighting me, Jane. I don’t want to leave bruises. Not this time.”
With a whimper, I fist my hands in the cushions and force myself to stop moving, to be still even though every nerve in my body is screaming for me to reach for Ten, to claw my hands into the thick muscles of his ass and pull every inch of him inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Do you think you would like a few bruises now and then, Jane?” He uses his hand to tick tock his shaft gently back and forth, ramping up my suffering as he stretches first one side of my entrance and then the other. “Because I would very much like to invest in a set of clamps. Some for your tits, some for the cheeks of your fine ass, and some for this stunning cunt.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and nod, gasping, “Yes, sir,” as he pinches the skin at my waist between two fingers.
“Good girl,” he says, the slight hitch in his breath the only break in his control. “I can’t wait to fuck you with clamps on, beautiful.” His thumb rubs the skin around my clit, massaging the swollen flesh, but avoiding the bundle of nerves that would set me off. Still, it feels so good, so insanely good that I spread my legs wider, silently offering him the last of my modesty.
“I’m going to make you come in so many different ways, sweetheart.” He thrusts forward the slightest bit, giving me an inch more of him. One wonderful, torturous inch as I claw at the couch and fight the urge to buck into his cock. “I’m going to teach you everything you want to know about submission. I’m going to please you and punish you and put you on your knees at my feet and make you feel so fucking good you will never want another man inside you ever again. But first…”
I whimper, chest rising and falling faster as he pulls back again, so far I know he’ll slip out if I move even a centimeter from where he’s pinned me to the cushions.
“Open your eyes, Jane,” he commands. “Look at me. Show me how much you need me, beautiful. Let me see it.”
With a sob, I open my eyes, meeting his, letting him see what he’s done to me. Letting him see that I’ve never wanted anything in the entire world as much as I want him to take me, possess me.
Until now, I hadn’t realized how savage desire could be, how just a few minutes of delayed gratification can transform a woman from a straight-laced, rule-following Jane into a wild creature, willing to bite and tear and claw to satis
fy the need shredding her sanity into tiny pieces.
Ten curses, his throat working as he swallows. “You are so exquisite right now. Do you know how perfect you are, how much I want you? How much I utterly and completely adore you?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, sir.”
“No more of that.” He moves the hand pinning my hip to cup my breast, brushing his thumb across my nipple, making my breath catch so hard it clicks in my throat. “No more game. Right now I just need to be with you, Jane, to show you the incredible way you make me feel every time I touch you.”
I reach for him with a soft cry of relief. “Yes, Ten. Oh please, yes.”
He comes into my arms, lengthening himself over my body as his cock glides into me with such sweet perfection that it brings tears to my eyes. He’s longer and thicker than any lover I’ve ever had, but I’m so ready there isn’t any pain. There’s only the bliss of being stretched wide, claimed, filled with this man who in one night has already obliterated the memory of the pale shadows who came before him.
I thought I knew what it felt like to make love, but as Ten comes to a stop at the end of me, thrusting forward until I can feel the root of him pulsing against my entrance, it feels like the first time. This is something new, beautiful and sacred. This is what I’ve been looking for since I was a girl reading books about love and passion and hoping that some day I would be lucky enough to find that, to find someone I could love with every part of me—body and soul—and who would love me in return.
And now I have.
Ten kisses me, whispering that I am beautiful and perfect, and as he begins to move, suddenly I find that I can fly. This is stronger than gravity, stronger than any of the rules made for humans who aren’t being loved like this. I lock my legs around his waist and pull him in closer, closer, until at the end of each thrust we are one person, one pulsing, aching, climbing, soaring, falling union of everything that is good.
I come so hard lightning shoots through the darkness behind my closed eyes, but Ten doesn’t stop. He rides me harder, deeper, demanding, “One more, Jane. One more. I need to feel you go again. Oh, yes. Oh, God, Jane. It’s so good. So fucking good.”
As the second wave of bliss surges through me, turning my body electric, Ten lets go with a groan of pleasure that makes me dig my fingers deeper into the strong muscles of his back. His cock pulses inside me again and again, sending echoes of his pleasure rippling across my skin, until finally we both lie still, sated and heavy in each other’s arms.
Finally, several long moments later, Ten lifts his head, looking down at me in the glow of the firelight. “I have a very important favor to ask, Miss Singleton.”
“Yes, Mr. Tennyson,” I murmur, brushing the sweat damp hair from his forehead. “The answer is yes, anything you want, as long as you do that to me again at your earliest convenience.”
“As soon as I’m hard again, sweetness,” he says, eyes dancing, clearly pleased with my response. “But only if you move in with me at your earliest convenience. I need you in my bed every night, Jane. It’s imperative for my well-being.”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. I’m not an impulsive person, but I’ve already waited twenty-seven years for this. I’m not going to waste another night, another minute, alone in my shoebox apartment when I could be spending the night with the man I love. “But I need a favor, too.”
“Anything,” he says. “I want you happy, Singleton. More than I want just about anything. You’re very, very beautiful and sexy when you’re happy.”
My smile widens. “You, too. And that’s why I want to keep my job. I love working with you, and I don’t want to lose your days in order to gain your nights. I love this company. I don’t want to leave.”
He frowns. “I don’t want you to leave, either. It was never a thought in my head. Good God, Jane, what would I do without you? It would be chaos by day three, certain ruin by day four. Within a week, we’d all be out on the street.”
I roll my eyes. “It wouldn’t be that bad.”
“It would be worse. One morning without you scolding me to stay on schedule and I’d be lost.” He kisses my cheek before moving his lips down to my throat. “Have I mentioned how much I enjoy it when you scold me? Your prim little voice and the way your mouth gets all twisted up when I’m running late?”
“No, you haven’t.” My soft laugh transforms to a gasp as he bites my neck hard enough for it to hurt a little.
“Well, I do. It would be enough to get me thicker if I let it…”
“Then you should let it,” I say sternly, raking my nails down his back, becoming very conscious of the fact that he’s still inside me. “It’s getting late, Mr. Tennyson. If you don’t get hard, how am I going to come again before midnight?”
“I have my ways, Miss Singleton, as you are well aware.” His palm slides beneath my bottom, cupping my ass as he circles his hips, making me moan as his pelvis grinds against my clit. “I could make you come right now, but I want you to wait, Jane.”
He grinds against me again, sending another wave of electricity coursing through me. “I’m going to be hard in a hot second. Because that’s what you do to me, beautiful. You go straight to my dick, and I am determined to fuck another dozen orgasms out of you before the night is through.”
My eyes flutter closed as my head falls back. “I’ve never come more than twice in one night. I don’t know if twelve times is possible.”
“Of course it is.” He rocks against me again, his cock noticeably thicker than it was a moment ago. “I have at least five more condoms. Give me another moment and I’ll fetch a fresh one and we’ll be ready for round two.”
“Just don’t break me,” I say, threading my fingers into his hair.
“Never,” he says, answering my teasing tone with a serious one. “I will never break you. And if I do, I won’t stop until I’ve put you back together. I love you too much to do anything less.”
I’m crying a little when he kisses me—I can’t seem to help it—but he doesn’t seem to care. And as the night unfolds, Ten keeping his promise to pleasure me within an inch of my life, I am so very grateful for the storm and email security filters and all the stars that aligned to bring us this night, this chance, this first step on the road to something I have a feeling is going to be better than any story book ending I’ve ever read.
Chapter Eleven
Ten
One year later…
It’s five o’clock on Christmas Eve, and the office has been quiet for hours, silent as the grave since three p.m. when the last overambitious intern finished cleaning out the refrigerator, disposing of unclaimed leftovers before our annual holiday break, and bobbed out through the foyer, wishing Jane a merry Christmas and happy new year on his way to the door.
I heard the exchange, but remained in my office, working through one last batch of emails, knowing that Jane will be waiting for me at the empty reception desk when I’m done.
Each day, when her work is through, Jane brings her knitting basket up front and clicks away until I’m ready to leave. She knows she’s welcome to head home without me, but she enjoys our walks across Central Park as much as I do. It’s our time to decompress, to shift out of our workday personas and into the people we are when we’re alone, when she is the sweetly wicked submissive woman of my dreams and I am the man who worships the ground she kneels on.
I have never loved anyone or anything the way I love Jane. This time last year, I thought I knew what is was to cherish her, but after a year together I realize I will never learn everything there is to know about loving this woman.
But I’m looking forward to spending the next fifty or sixty years trying.
She’s going to say yes. I know she will, just like I know she’s going to pop her head in any minute now to warn me that we’ll be late for the holiday party at my friend Edward’s club if we don’t hurry.
Jane is my favorite subject of sustained, thoughtful, and often erotic contemplation. As suc
h, I know her very well. But knowing her well and knowing the ring I purchased will soon be on her finger doesn’t ease the anxiety making my pulse beat faster. Turns out I’m not immune to the irrational side effects of being madly in love. I’m as nervous as the next man getting ready to ask the woman he loves to give him forever.
Thankfully, my suffering is almost over.
Five more minutes tick softly by, but before the clock can reach a quarter past the hour, my office door opens and, as anticipated, Jane’s head pops in through the gap.
When she sees that I’m not on the phone she steps fully inside. “Are you almost ready to go? If we don’t head out soon we’ll be late for the party.”
I smile. “I knew you were going to say that.”
She wrinkles her nose as she closes the door behind her. “Call me Miss Predictable.”
“I will do nothing of the sort. You’re not predictable, you’re consistent.”
“There’s a difference?” she asks, arching a brow.
“Yes. Predictable is boring. Consistent is admirable. And sexy.”
She laughs. “If you say so. Do you want me to grab your coat?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why? Is something wrong at the Asian office?” A frown pulls at her face and I think again how fucking stunning she is. With her silky hair in a ponytail and her lips painted red to match the sweater dress she’s wearing, she is effortlessly gorgeous. But then, she’s beautiful whether she’s dressed for a night at the opera or curled on the couch beside me in her pajamas on Sunday morning.
And I’m going to be the lucky man who gets to feast his eyes on her every day for the rest of his life.
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