Applying for Pleasure

by Jade James

  Her body arched toward him, needing so much more. He circled the digit around her, brushing her clit in slow, drawn-out swipes. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead, the heat of her body threatening to explode, hurling her into a mind-shattering orgasm. He stopped but kept his finger right at her entrance. She hissed out a breath, every fiber of her being achingly still. Her body ached for him. And in the midst of all of the emotions, she was completely astonished at the powerful reaction she had toward him. No one had ever gotten to her so quickly, inside and out.

  "You wouldn't want me to punish you so early in the game. How long has it been since you've had a lover?"

  Punishment. The very word sent a bolt of heat to her womb. She licked her lips, when all she really wanted to shout was, Yes, please punish me. She could go so far with him, and for a second she wanted to refuse him, to dare and see how far she could push him. But instead she replied, “More than a year ago."

  "Good girl."

  The satisfaction in his tone warmed her, and she nearly came when he slipped his finger inside. Her pussy clenched around the digit, and he moved too slowly, as if he had all night to fuck her. Seconds or what could have been minutes passed, and he continued to play with her, fucking her with such languid ease, his thumb occasionally sliding over her clit, building the pleasure to an extreme height. It drove her nuts, forced her to the very border of a powerful climax, but John never quite gave her the extra edge she needed to send her over. It drove her insane and hot at the same time.

  "You're such a fucking hot, naughty girl, Ariel.” He stopped moving, holding the digit still inside. Her muscles clenched around him, and she held her breath, waiting, wanting what he had in store for her next. She never thought she'd feel such anticipation, and to think they'd only just begun.

  With just his hand, he had her on the edge, on the verge of a breathless orgasm. It bewildered her. The less than handful of past lovers never came close to what she was feeling right now. The last thing she wanted him to do was stop, so begging simply wasn't a problem for her. “Please, touch me some more.” She was soaked, the sheets beneath her wet with her juices. Her scent filled the room, and it spurred her on.

  "Do you like being tied up, naughty Ariel? Do you like being helpless and awaiting my next touch?"

  His touch? How could she answer that? A sense of foreboding came over her, and it forced her to doubt herself. Revealing too much would make it harder to walk away. But how could she answer with anything but the truth? This whole fantasy was raw in nature, but it was what she'd always wanted and never been brave enough to have.

  "You know there are always options to this, Ariel,” he growled. “There are so many ways to leave you hanging on the edge of desire without quite tipping you over. I can simply leave you tied here, hot and hurting for relief, or I could give you what you want. I not only want you physically, but I want the truth coming from your pretty lips."

  The underlying sexy-as-hell threat was clear, but she still held back. “I...I.” His words, his touch made her breathless with desire. The sharpness of lust built within her. She wanted to force the words out, but this very thing was becoming much more than she'd expected.

  He moved, and she felt his breath on her nipple. She moaned, wanting to arch up. “Please,” she begged as he licked the areola. He played with her clit as he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth. He nipped, lightly biting at the tip, and she screamed at the sensation. Her senses were overwrought, and Ariel could almost taste the orgasm building within her.

  Ariel wanted to feel him lose control, to punish her in a way where she became mindless to him. She inhaled a breath, wondering if he had shed his clothes. She wanted him with a passion that astounded her, and she was beginning to detest the mask covering her eyes. She took long to answer, and this time she didn't know if it was on purpose. But she knew any second he would retaliate. And perhaps the retaliation was what also held her back.

  And she got exactly what she craved.

  John delivered a brazen, sharp slap to her cunt, and she screamed his name. Before she knew exactly what to feel, he'd moved fast, his lips covering her own and his tongue slipping inside of her mouth. He sent her hurtling over with another smack, and the strength of her climax grew, stealing her breath, owning her soul. She ate at his mouth, sucked on his tongue as his fingers delved into her hair, softly tugging on the strands. She tightened her hands into fists, arching her body against the bonds that held her. She wrapped her freed leg around his waist, and he maneuvered himself, ultimately pressing his pant-covered cock against her pussy.

  She managed to lift her cunt against him—using the strength of her legs—and rubbed herself against his dick. The sparks of pleasure blinded her, and he tugged harder on her hair as he growled into her mouth.

  "You're so hot, Ariel,” he whispered. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock."

  She moved herself against him, building the desire once more, but John broke the kiss and pulled back completely.

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  Chapter Six

  John!

  Did she even realize she'd screamed his name? Had she known it was him from the beginning, and did she know she was tied to his bed? By shouting his name, she had thrown him a curveball, and for the first time in years, he found himself shaken, not knowing how to react.

  Too many conflicting emotions burned in his veins. He wanted to rip the pants from his body and fuck her hard, deep, until they both came together. He wanted to untie her other leg, placing both of her legs on his shoulders, while he sucked her hairless cunt until she came in his mouth. He wanted to rub his dick in her cream, luxuriating in her juices. The beast in him heated at the thought, and he steeled himself against the need to take her. He recognized it bordered on animalistic, the things he wanted to do to her, but at this moment he felt like an out-of-control animal, driven by desire, wanting to mate.

  He found himself wanting to know everything about her, like her favorite color or favorite food. The level of his reaction to her surprised him. He didn't do relationships. One-night stands were what he did, and he never let anyone get too attached. But he'd known from the beginning, she was different, inciting an elemental heat within him, he'd never felt before.

  John forced himself to pull back from her, still shocked that she'd said his name. Somewhere deep within him, he'd hoped she'd realize she wasn't being fucked by some random Capture Inc. employee. It pleased him, stoked the fire burning for her.

  "You're so fucking hot,” he growled as he struggled to control his thirst for her. He didn't want this night over too soon, and he was hanging on by a mere thread. The lips of her pussy glistened with her cream. He needed to taste her, the hunger for her gnawing at his gut.

  He untied her other leg and maneuvered himself on the bed, bringing both of her legs over his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, her scent going to his head, hardening his dick further. Oh, he'd give anything to feel her lips around his cock, slowly licking, building the intensity of his orgasm, before he shot his load down her throat.

  The idea of her sucking him dry heated his hunger for her. But he needed to taste her first. She amazed him, and at the same time, the intensity of what he felt for her stunned him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt lust like this for someone.

  "Ariel, I need you.” He put emphasis on the word need, hoping she instinctively realized that this night wouldn't be it for him. But he couldn't say the words now, for fear of scaring her off.

  His hands tightened around her outer thighs as he lifted her to his mouth. He placed a kiss on her pussy before running his tongue along the lips. She moaned, arching herself closer, her liquid spilling into his mouth. He growled at the taste of her essence. Her flavor caused his balls to tighten as heat skidded down his spine. He could come from sucking her alone, and he reined in the need to spill his seed in his pants by a mere thread.

  He fucked her with his tongue as the pulses of her orgas
m moved through her. A bolt of white-heat traveled through him, and he couldn't remember another time where he felt such hunger to the point it overrode everything else. John simply could not wait any longer. Savage need tore through him and compelled him to rise from between her legs. He ditched his pants and donned a condom within seconds before settling between her thighs. He wrapped his hands around his cock and guided it to her opening.

  "Ariel, you are more than what I thought this would end up being.” He ended the remark by pushing the head of his dick into her flaming cunt. His words didn't convey exactly how he felt at this moment, not just physically connected to her, but in some elemental way he wanted to possess her physically and emotionally. He held still, trapped in a supernova ecstasy that had him savoring the fierce heat of her. Even through the condom, he could feel how hot she was.

  He was nearing forty, and he had been convinced he'd never find perfection such as this.

  John rubbed her clit, maintained his still position as she sobbed and arched underneath him.

  "Please, please fuck me,” she whispered, lifting her hips from the bed in an attempt to force his dick deeper.

  The lust which set fire to his blood, overrode his intentions of waiting, of savoring this forever. He complied with her demand and thrust into her tight pussy in one hard glide. She cried out, trembling beneath him, and he took a second to control the sizzling urge to rut on her, fucking her until they both came. Her cunt lips were swollen, parted, gripping his dick with her wet, ripe flesh glistening with her arousal.

  The feel of her surrounding him brought immense gratification, and he likened the yearning to fuck her, like a fierce, dominant animal proving he was worthy of her pleasure. He sank into her, slowly thrusting in and out, and just like that, her pussy gripped him as she screamed her pleasure. The first wave of her orgasm nearly brought him to his own, and he found himself gritting his teeth, hoping to hold off. He wanted to bring her to another climax with his dick buried deep within her.

  He bent and took her lips, then slid his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own. He growled as she sucked on it, and he began thrusting harder, wanting to feel her clamp around him once more. He felt her submissiveness in the laxness of her muscles, yet she still ground her pussy against him as she met him thrust for thrust.

  He broke the kiss, moved his lips to her neck, and nipped at her flesh. He licked at her skin, tasting her. She moaned loudly, and every muscle in her body seemed to grow taut as she tightened around him, once again screaming his name helplessly.

  Then he was there, right along with her, his seed a scalding wash of pleasure as it ripped through his cock. He shouted her name, lost in the passion she wrung from him.

  The mind-blowing gratification assured him he was completely right in thinking he'd never let her go.

  He lifted himself from her and was shocked to see the blindfold in her right hand. The binding apparently loosened during their bout of decadence, and he couldn't read the expression on her face.

  His heart seemed to tighten, and once again, he was faced with not knowing how this surprising twist would play out.

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  Chapter Seven

  What possessed her to remove the blindfold from her eyes once she'd felt the slackness of rope around her wrist? Maybe it was because she'd wanted to see him, as he got lost inside her. It had been an act of impulse, one she hadn't thought out.

  Regret filled her, because at this moment, she couldn't read him, couldn't guess at what he was thinking as he left the bed, picked up his pants, and entered the bathroom. A minute later, he returned with a wet towel in his hand. She found it endearing and embarrassing that he used it to clean her, then discarded it in the bathroom once more.

  He returned and, without one word, finished untying her. She froze, not knowing what to do, and wished she'd left the blindfold in place. She reached for the blanket and covered herself. He sat down, gathered her wrists into his hands, and rubbed them. The gesture both surprised and confused her. What in the hell was he thinking?

  She rose to a sitting position. “I'm sorry."

  He held her hands in his. “For what?"

  "I shouldn't have removed the blindfold. I had agreed to leave it in place."

  He shook his head. “If you hadn't removed it, I would have done so. I have to admit, Ariel, the day you walked into my office, I knew I had to be the one who gave you your fantasy. There is an undeniably strong attraction between us, and I couldn't see you in the arms of another man. I hope you don't mind I chose to be the one."

  "Mind? Truthfully, I'd woken up in what I think was the middle of your conversation with Sean. I knew from the very beginning it was you, and I've been thinking about you from the first day we met as well."

  He lifted a finger and stroked the side of her face. “You've surprised me.” He smiled. “Not too many people have caught me unaware.” He leaned closer to her.

  "A lovely surprise, I presume?” she murmured.

  "A very lovely surprise,” he repeated before taking her in a heated kiss. She moaned, lifted her arms, and clutched his shoulder as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss turned aggressive, and she melted under his touch. The pleasure was fiery and weakened her muscles. Her hands clenched tighter on his shoulders as he pulled, then rubbed at her nipples. She felt her vagina slicken with her cream, and she desperately wanted to feel him fuck her again.

  But for the second time since she'd met him, John pulled back from the kiss, and it left her unbalanced, sexually frustrated as well as curious. Why in the hell had he pulled away?

  John rose from the bed and picked up his pants. “I think it's time I drove you home."

  John pulled the car in front of her home. She hadn't expected this. Then again, the whole night had been filled with surprises. She wanted to see him again, wanted to explore what this was between them. But she was too afraid to ask for fear of his response. They were bound by the terms of the contract they'd both signed, and she didn't want to put him in an uncomfortable position.

  She stifled a frustrated sigh and reached for the handle on the car door.

  John reached out to her and wrapped his hand around her arm, preventing her from escaping. “Wait,” he murmured. “Have dinner with me tomorrow at my place."

  "Why?” she asked, because she truly didn't know and still hoped with all her heart it was because he wanted them to continue into something more.

  His hand tightened around her arm as he pulled her to him. He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, leaving her breathless and mindless with desire before pulling back.

  "I apologize for not making it clear to you. I want you, again, again, and again.” He followed his statement up with another kiss to her lips. “I want to get to know you a whole lot better. I understand the circumstances of how we met might make it difficult for us to get to know each other, but I'm willing to give it a chance if you are."

  She wished he'd been clearer earlier, but perhaps he also had difficulty expressing himself. And he was correct. How they'd met could be a potential problem. But none of that seemed to matter at the moment, because all she could whisper was yes.

  A knock on the door the following morning had Ariel halting in surprise. It was nine in the morning, and the only visitor she would have expected at this hour was Isabel. But her sister always called before she came over. She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.

  She opened the door. “What are you doing here?” Sean stood before her, dressed in a suit, looking so much like his brother. And he was the last person she would have expected to be standing on her doorstep this morning.

  He arched a brow his lips pressed into a thin line. “Can I come in?"

  "Yes...yes, of course,” she replied, stepping to the side. He entered, and he closed the door. “Let's head to the living room."

  She took the lead and sat down.

  "This won't take long,” Sean stated as he
remained standing.

  "What can I help you with?"

  He loomed over her. “I want you to stay away from my brother."

  She rose to her feet and took a step back, needing space from him. “What are you talking about?"

  "I'm not in the habit of repeating myself. Stay away from him. You've had your one night with him, and you are bound by the contract to stay away. I will enforce it if I have no choice."

  Her blood ran hot, the anger curling in her stomach. “Your brother and I chose to continue seeing each other. It has nothing to do with you."

  "What the hell is it you want? Money?” He laughed. “That's what it is, isn't it? That has to be it. Money is a motivation for many, but if you think sinking your little claws into my brother will work, I'll fight you every step of the way."

  "Are you fucking delusional? I owe you no answers. Get the hell out of my home right now."

  He gave her one more glance before turning away and heading to the door. “This isn't over."

  Ariel sat, completely stunned at what Sean thought of her. Why would he think she was some money-hungry bitch? She certainly had never acted as such. This was all confusing, but she had no plans of confronting Sean about his more than inaccurate assessment of her. He was going to have deal with his feelings with John. Ariel would not get involved unless she was forced to.

  Her palms were sweaty, and even as Isabel had assured Ariel numerous times that she looked like a million bucks, she still had to force herself to knock on John's door. Dressed in four-inch red heels and a white minidress, she felt out of her element, even though her original plan had been to wow him. Her nerves were overtaking her. She sensed this dinner would be intimate, and even though it was a silly thought, it was a whole other level of intimacy than what they'd been through.