He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘You are my world, Jessica Wood. I would die for you.’
That got her. She exhaled shakily and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her tightly for a second then she pulled away. He bent his head to kiss her but she shook her head.
Stung, he drew back but she smiled then. ‘I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.’
He laughed, relieved, and she took his hand and led him into her apartment.
Jess brushed her teeth the minute she got the apartment, with Theo stripping her even as she brushed. She rinsed, reaching in to crank the shower on as Theo shed his own clothes then pulled him under the spray with her. He kissed her finally, his mouth fierce against hers, his fingers tangled in her hair. She pressed her body against his, feeling the hard chest against her nipples, his already stiffening cock against her thigh. God, this is all she wanted, his skin on hers, his mouth against her lips. Theo swept his hands under her buttock and lifted her so he could plunge his cock deep into her and she cried out as the force of his thrust slammed her back against the wall.
‘I’m sorry…’
But she shook her head. ‘No…harder…Theo…please…’
They fucked almost violently, clawing at each other, biting, scratching, wanting consume the other. Theo manoeuvred her so they lay on the bathroom floor, her legs hitched high around his waist, his hips ramming against hers as he drove deeper into her, his lips against her throat, kissing and murmuring his love for her over and over. Jess squeezed her thighs, locking him inside her and Theo trapped her hands under his, forcing them above her head.
Jess felt totally naked and open and vulnerable and she loved every minute, delicious delirium screaming through her brain, through her body. She tilted her hips so he could slam into her as deep as he could and cried out her excitement as he bit down on her shoulder. Her orgasm made her almost demented with passion.
Afterwards, they lay, their limbs entangled, breathless and sated. Theo smoothed the damp hair from her forehead and smiled down at her.
‘Don’t ever run from me again, my Jessie.’
She brushed her lips against his. ‘I promise. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to explain - I just…I don’t find it easy to trust, especially…’ – and she grinned ruefully – ‘very rich and handsome young men. I’m sorry if that offends you.’
She saw the hurt in his eyes but he nodded. ‘Understood. Then it’s up to me to prove you can trust this one.’
She stroked his cheek. ‘We have time to work this all out. Unless – ‘ and she stuck her tongue into her cheek and grinned, ‘of course, you need to get married by Christmas, save yourself some money.’
Theo rolled his eyes. ‘Neither Max or I were serious when we made that bet. He just thought I was working too hard.’
‘Were you?’
Theo considered. ‘Maybe – although I’ve certainly made up for that this last month.’ He moved his body on top of hers and she revelled in the weight of him, chest to chest, belly to belly. Her legs, with a mind of their own, twined around his hips. Theo looked down at her, his eyes suddenly serious.
‘Jess…you’re not the only one who’s overwhelmed. I’ve never felt like this before, I didn’t even know it could be like this. We fit so perfectly, it seems, but yeah, we’re gonna find some obstacles, have some misunderstanding, going to disagree on stuff. If you’re not ready to share certain things yet, that’s fine, let’s just promise to be open, honest. Please just don’t run away without giving me the opportunity to make it right.’
Jess nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. He always seemed to know exactly what to say, she thought and as he kissed her, she found herself with an undefinable ache in the centre of her chest. She wanted to tell him about Jules, what he had done to her, what he still might do to her, feel the protection of Theo’s arms, know it was over forever and she was safe.
But not today. Today she wanted to forget that last night ever happened. She knitted her fingers into Theo’s hair and kissed him back, wanting to taste every part of him. Theo shifted his weight and she drew in a deep, shaky breath as his cock, diamond hard and huge, pushed into her slowly.
Theo’s green eyes burned into hers as he began to move and in and out of her, thrusting harder each time. She lost herself in his gaze, every nerve ending on her skin on fire.
‘Is there something – oh god, that’s good – is there something you want me to do?’ Her voice was low but steady, ‘or something you want to try with me? To me?’
He smiled knowing exactly what she meant. ‘You liked being bound, didn’t you?’
She nodded.
‘Would you like to go further?’
She smiled up at him. ‘I would do anything for you, with you.’
Theo thrust harder and she moaned, heard his low chuckle. ‘You might regret saying that, Jessie…I’m going to fuck you in so many different ways, you’ll beg for more…’
And from him, in this moment, it didn’t sound like a threat.
***
Despite the warm, safe feeling that lingered after he’d dropped her off at work and gone to his office, Jess felt on edge as she walked into her department. She was the first in and she moved around the room, flicking lights on as she went, illuminating ever dark corner. Jules had tainted this place for her now – her beloved college – as he’d tainted the family home for so many years. She still remembered the excitement she’d felt when her mother had brought her to the big house when she was nine, that first couple of years when it was just Ma, Erich – her affectionate but stern step-father and the friendly staff, especially Camilla, housekeeper, nanny and playmate all in one. Camilla was the only reason she ever went back there now, that one last link to her mother.
She’d been twelve when Julien, Erich’s only son had come home from Oxford University. She’d been wary of him straight away, the way his dark eyes had run all over her fledgling curves, the small buds of her breasts which as yet didn’t need a bra. It was a look of ownership, of possession and it hadn’t been long before Jules started to ‘visit’ her at night. At first, she fought but Jules, his immense strength honed by racing crew at Oxford, overpowered her easily.
Jess swallowed and pushed the thought away. She knew where this brooding would take her – the first time Jules had raped her.
Jess closed her eyes and started to sing loudly, anything, to distract her mind. It was a technique she’d perfected.
‘Bon Jovi?’
Jess’s eyes flew open and she saw Gerry standing in the doorway, grinning at her. ‘That’s a new one,’ he said, shuffling an arm full of papers down onto her desk. ‘Morning.’
Jess relaxed. Gerry was used to her tuneless singing by now – although he had no idea why she would suddenly burst into song. ‘Heard it on the radio on the way in,’ she said now.
Gerry snickered. ‘Crazy girl. I thought you were warning me I was ‘living on a prayer’ if I gave you this paperwork.’
Jess punched his shoulder lightly. ‘Well, that too.’ She squinted at the stack and quelled a little. ‘Is that all for me?’
Gerry had the grace to look sheepish. ‘Sorry. But seeing as I’m letting you have Luna Soleil all to yourself…’
‘God, okay, okay.’ But she grinned and took the paperwork from him.
It was late morning before her cell phone beeped and she took a moment to re-orientate herself after concentrating on her work before she took the call. She didn’t bother glancing at the caller i.d. then swore silently as Jules’ clipped French accent greeted her. Her stomach dropped and she gritted her teeth.
‘What do you want?’ She didn’t bother to return his faux-friendly greeting. It made her skin crawl.
Jules laughed. ‘Always such civility. As it happens it isn’t something I want, rather, William has asked us to meet him to discuss the estate. You’ll be twenty-five this year.’
‘I’m aware, thank you.’
‘Then you
’ll remember the logistics of our…arrangement…will change. Your allowance will increase - along with your family duties, of course.’
Jess rolled her shoulders, tension and irritation making the muscle cramp painfully. ‘What if I don’t want your money?’
Jules laughed again and she fought the temptation to hang up on him. ‘Jessica, if you weren’t interested in money or status, why are you opening your legs for one of the world’s most eligible, most powerful billionaires? Let’s be adults. William wants us to meet him for dinner next week. You will be there.’ He named the most expensive restaurant in the city.
Jess was silent, seething over what he’d said and Jules sighed impatiently.
‘Tuesday. Eight thirty. Don’t be late and don’t let me down. Your department gets a very generous bursary from this estate, don’t forget. It could easily get cancelled.’
The phone went dead and Jess growled and cussed softly under her breath. Fucking fucking Jules.
She was tied securely to the chair. The blindfold was as he’d promised, so inky black that no light penetrated and she was utterly blind. With her hands pulled tightly behind her, soft leather wound tightly around her fragile wrists, another band of leather under her breasts to keep her torso from slumping in the chair.
She was naked. Helpless. His.
Theo pulled the clip that held her gorgeous dark hair in a chignon and let the long, long waves tumble down her back. Her skin, in the dim light, was luminous, gold and amber and pink. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, full and ripe, the dark nipples hardened with her arousal. Theo crouched in front of her. He was fully dressed, an impeccable Saville row suit. He bent his head and pressed his mouth against her belly, smiling when he heard her sharp intake of breath.
‘Quiet.’
Jess closed her perfect rosebud mouth then, utterly submissive to him. He trailed a fingertip across her skin, around her navel and down, stopping just before her sex. She shivered.
‘Open your legs for me.’
Jess did as he asked and he could see the beauty of her sex, already glistening with her honey.
‘Wider.’
She pressed her legs further apart and he sank to his knees between them. He bent his head and ran his tongue along the length of her folds, tasting the sweetness of the soft peachy labia, curling his tongue around the clitoris. Her whole body trembled as he tasted and teased her until she couldn’t help but moan.
Theo stood and bent her head back so he could grind his mouth down on hers, his tongue lashing against hers.
‘Can you taste yourself, Jessica?’
She nodded and he stroked back her hair. ‘Good. I want you to taste me now. What do you say?’
‘Please…’
He smiled and rewarded her by tracing his fingertips across her stomach, cupping each breast, grazing the nipples with his thumbs. He stepped back and freed his cock – already so hard, pulsating and weighty. He traced the outline of her lips with the tip then as she opened her mouth to take him in, he sighed at the feel of her tongue on him, flicking around the tip, drawing him in. Her pretty cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him, the smooth motion of her lips along the shaft making his head swim with desire. She traced the vein with her tongue, grazing him gently with her teeth. God, the feel of her, the sight of her, her flushed face, head thrown back, the long dark mane sweeping along the floor.
‘You have no right to be so fucking beautiful,’ he said, his breath ragged as he neared climax. Her lips curved up around his cock in a smile and he came, shooting violently into her mouth. She swallowed him down, taking his seed deep into her. Theo pushed the blindfold from her eyes and she smiled up at him as he caught his breath.
‘God, I love you,’ he said and with one move, freed the strap under her breasts and pulled her down on top of him so she straddled him. He moved to untie her hands but she shook her head emphatically.
Theo smiled and without a word, spread her labia wide and impaled her onto his cock, rigid and throbbing with desire for her. As she began to ride him, he gripped her hips, digging his fingers deep into the soft flesh there. Jess’s eyes came alive at the pain and he increased his grip until he heard her moan.
‘You like me hurting you, don’t you?’
She nodded and he took her nipples between his finger and thumbs and pinched hard. Hard. She gasped and he felt her honey, hot and slick, cover his cock as he bucked under her. He pressed his finger hard into her navel and she came, throwing her head back and gasping for air.
Theo swiftly moved so he was on top, pressing her hard into the floor, tugging her legs over his shoulders, and ploughing into her roughly, harder and harder until he too climaxed, utterly abandoned and spent.
They caught their breath and then he freed her hands, gently massaging her sore shoulders and wrists. She still hadn’t spoken and he grinned at her.
‘You can speak now, you know.’
She smiled gently at him. ‘I don’t know if I can. That was…’ and she was silent for so long he started to get worried. He propped himself up on his elbow and stroked her face, still damp with sweat.
‘Hey…was that too much? You know, if it ever got too much, you know the safe word right?’
She nodded and placed her hand against his chest. ‘I do. But Theo, damn, that was so intense – in a very, very good way. I love being under your control. Love it.’
He gathered her to him. ‘I know,’ he murmured, his lips to her ear, trailing his lips down her neck. ‘I know what it took you to even consent to this. Even if you won’t tell me everything, I can see it in your eyes. Thank you for trusting me.’
Jess wound her arm around his neck and gave him such a sweet smile, he had to have her again right there, on the floor again and again….
Max was wildly relieved when he got a call from Theo – and he heard Jess call out ‘Love you Max!’ over the phone. To think his big mouth nearly cost Theo the best thing that had ever happened to him. Max had needed no more convincing of Jess’s feelings for his best friend than the heartbreak in her eyes when she thought she was just the punchline of their joke. Max would never forget it. He’d scrambled to make it better and when he couldn’t, he had told Theo everything. Max drained his drink. The bar on 9th was one of his and Josh’s favourites – in fact, it had been exactly six years to the day they had met here, both then with other partners. He’d seen the tall Mexican laughing with his friends and fallen, right there. During the night, he’d manoeuvred and networked so hard they’d ended up talking in the same group. Joshua Ruiz was funny, gorgeous and erudite – and by the end of the night, he had Max’s number. Ten days later, they moved in together.
Josh was making his way back to the bar from the restrooms now, stopping to say hi to friends as he went. Max marvelled again at his husband’s lithe body, weaving so gracefully towards him. Max himself was prone to weight gain – just enough that a few extra pounds added back the puppy fat he’d worked so hard to remove. Josh didn’t care at any rate. Max had never doubted his love for a second, such was their connection.
So he couldn’t really blame Theo for falling so hard, so fast. Max got it. The only thing he took pause over was what Theo had said the day he’d nearly wrecked it for him.
‘I think she’s been damaged, Max. I think it’s why at any sign or perceived slight, Jess’s default reaction is mistrust. She runs.’ Theo had been quiet for a while then had said, almost to himself, ‘I need to put this right.’ He turned to Max. ‘How quietly can we hire an investigator – a discreet one – to look into Jess’s family? Not Jess, you must stress that, under no circumstances must she be followed or investigated – just her family. Especially her step-brother. The story’s there, I’m sure of it.’
Max had assured him he could set it up but when he’d told Josh, his husband had raised an eyebrow.
‘Not sure that’s going to do anything but make matters worse. If he is mistreating Jess, Theo might rush in. Things could get very nasty and that girl
could be caught in the crosshairs.’
But Max had done as he asked and now, burning hot in his bag – well, that’s what it felt like – was the investigator’s preliminary report. Max had glanced at it quickly and had not liked what he’d read.
The investigator had talked to people from where Jules had gone to school, his college tutors. All of them were reticent to speak about Jules – no-one had a bad word to say about him – but neither did they say anything good. They were scared, the investigator had surmised. Frustrated, he’d finally been put in contact with a local police chief, Bud Clermont, who’d had plenty to say on the subject of Julien Gachet.
‘Is he in trouble with the law?’
The investigator assured him he wasn’t.
Clermont gave a frustrated hiss. ‘Damn, I was hoping you were gonna tell me he fucked up. Finally got what was coming to him. Well, I can’t tell you anything that’ll hold up in a court of law, just that he’s a piece of work. ‘
‘I can tell you what I saw, what I think. Knew it from the second I met him, something wrong in that kid’s eyes. They were dead, blank. First and only time a kid scared the shit out of me. Kept an eye on him as he got older, seems to me, someone like that, they’re gonna escalate from petty crime. Of course, his family’s money made that all go away. Something big happened too, only it was all hushed up and grunts like me never got to know what. Something to do with the step-sister. He was obsessed with her. Pretty disgusting – she was only twelve, I believe. Julien liked to play with knives, loved the sight of blood. I believe he was kept away from home as much as possible. I kept my eye on him. There were complaints from some of the female students – girls who looked just like the sister. Like I said – obsessed.’
Max felt another wave of nausea flood through him. He hadn’t told Theo anything yet and he thought again about Josh’s words of caution. The last thing he wanted was to put Jess in more danger – if that was what she was in.
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