by Abby Angel
“Jasper, hate is a strong word. Do you mean it?”
“Yes, baby. It’s just the way it is. We don’t get along, and we don’t agree on anything. With our father gone, it’s become more evident just how bad things are. Our family’s been ripped apart, and there’s no way to put back the pieces.”
I don’t know what to say to him. How can I console this man who’s feeling such obvious rage? Such obvious pain? You wouldn’t think from the outside that Jasper Grayson can feel pain, but in this moment, I realize that he does.
I say the only thing that I know is true.
“Well, Jasper, to me, you’re very different from each of your brothers. You guys are different people, and I think that’s attractive. I think you’re attractive.”
His eyes blaze, and he kisses me.
He pulls me in hungrily, and as his mouth finds mine, his teeth graze along my lips.
“You’re mine, Aurora. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine.”
Chapter 27
Jasper
Halfway across the lobby, on the way to the elevator, Aurora trips. Her arms flail as she tries to stay upright. My lightening reflexes kick in, and I grab her around the waist, saving her from certain death.
Okay, not death, but a fall on the marbled floor, which can be fucking painful.
She giggles and shimmies her body against me.
“Thank you.”
Her puppy eyes look at me. Red lips invite me to kiss her.
What else can I do but accept the invitation? My mouth finds hers. I use my left hand to pull her toward me from the back of her neck.
A tiny sound escapes her lips, muffled by our kiss. I push my tongue against hers and engage in a rapturous dance. We’re obsessed, into each other, and having a fucking fantastic time.
At last, I pull away from her, though I hate to do it. She laughs, and I love the way a hint of pink has snuck into her cheeks.
My thumb traces the outline of her lips, and she bites the tip of it.
With a forceful grab of her right wrist, I propel her forward again. Time to get into the penthouse—otherwise I might just fuck her right here.
While we wait for the elevator to come, she wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her chin.
“Did I thank you for this evening already?”
I shake my head. “Not properly anyway. You know what they say?”
Aurora shakes her head. “What do they say?”
The way she looks at me melts my fucking heart. It’s fucking amazing, the effect she has on me. I mean, I’m a tough Grayson. My eyes move steel, and my voice shatters glass.
When I speak, people listen. When I say jump, people ask how high.
But when I look at this woman, I turn into something else. She makes me into a better man. She pulls forth the best version of me—and I think I like it.
Let’s hope she never works out how much fucking power she has.
“Action speaks louder than words.”
Her eyes seem to widen even more, if that’s even possible.
“Really? I wonder what action I could use to show my thanks?”
My hand rests on her ass, and I give it a firm squeeze.
“I can think of a few…actions.”
The elevator arrives, and I pull her behind me into the small space. As soon as the door closes, my lips are back on hers. My hands have taken on a life of their own and push up her top to find those delicious, hard nipples.
At the same time, her fingers are fumbling with the button on my pants. Just as she’s able to undo it, the doors open.
As is my want, I act decisively. Instead of walking out with Aurora in tow, I pick her up. I’m like that in all aspects of my life—when a quick decision is needed, I make it.
I don’t fuck around debating, calling for a committee meeting, throwing a hundred different ideas in the mix before making a fucking decision.
My motto is that a quick decision is a good decision.
Okay, so maybe I’ve regretted the odd act here or there, but overall, I grab life by the fucking balls and turn it to my advantage.
When I reach the door, I put her back down.
“Tell me, Mr. Grayson,” Aurora whispers as I fumble with the key to my own door. “Is now a good time to show how thankful I am?”
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees and unzips my pants.
Now I drop the key instead of putting it into the hole. This woman is something else. No one has ever been able to turn my head the way she can.
“Are you looking for these?” She holds up the key with her left hand as her right hand releases my massive cock through my open pants.
If I don’t fucking get into the apartment, I think I might spray my cum all over the grey walls of the hallway.
When I finally unlock the door, we both almost tumble through it. I catch myself at the last minute and pull Aurora to her feet.
My right foot kicks the door shut, and I feel her flinch a little when it slams into the lock.
She drops back to her knees. “Now, where was I?”
Despite my cock’s protests, I pull her up and away.
“Not yet,” I growl and drag her behind me into the living area.
Here, I throw her onto the black leather couch and take a deep breath. She giggles.
“How about another drink?”
Aurora pouts. “I was about to get myself something.”
I groan and watch as she glides out of her pants and top. Then she slides onto the floor and slithers toward me, snake-like. It’s a fucking turn on if ever I saw one.
She stretches her arms out in front of her and pulls her body forward. Her tits scrape on my floor, as does her pussy.
When she’s at my feet, she gets to her hands and knees. I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind.
What the fuck is going on?
I never lose control of a situation. Women do as I command. Not the other way around.
Somehow, I don’t think Aurora would listen to me right now. She’s in her own power.
Mesmerized, I watch her piano fingers work on getting my pants off. In less than a second, I feel the warmth of her breath on my cock.
My cock’s so hard, ready to make her mine.
If she keeps going, I think I’ll come before she can even put my cock between those delicious fucking lips of hers.
To regain some control, I grab her hair to pull her forward onto me. There’s a bit of resistance, the type you get from a door that has not been opened in a while, but then she accepts her fate.
She takes all of me into her without any fucking problem. There’s no hesitation, just action.
Aurora really is a girl after my own heart. Action, I’m all about action. It’s action that propels you forward in life.
Inaction makes you stale. If you want something, you go for it and don’t wait for someone to hand it to you on a silver platter.
People think I don’t know how to work, because I was born rich. Fucking ignorant dickheads. Our father was a hard man—a disciplinarian. I knew what fucking hard work was before my thirteenth birthday.
Usually, I don’t feel emotions when I fuck. When I fuck, it’s about the act and not the emotion.
But this girl is different. I feel strange things—new things, like lust and love and desire all combined into one. And most of all, I feel possessive of her. I feel like she’s mine already.
And when she starts sucking my cock hard and fast, I damn near lose it. The sight of those perfect, full lips straining to contain my giant member is enough to put me over the edge—but I hold back.
I thrust my cock toward her. I let my fingers grip her hair and tug at it.
Her fingers join in the magic of her mouth. Before I know what’s happening, she cupping her soft hands around my balls. She squeezes gently and runs her tongue along the length of my shaft.
I start to thrust my pelvis hard and fast into those delicate features of her face. She matches m
y movements. Her tongue wraps around my massive shaft and licks it as if it’s an ice cream cone.
Deep within my abdomen, a tiny flame flickers and steadily grows. It flickers and grabs my insides.
Brighter and brighter, it burns and starts to rip through me at breakneck speed. It’s the speed I travel on my bike down the freeway.
It seems impossible, but I feel my fucking cock grow bigger with each inward thrust. Aurora sucks harder and harder, as if she’s trying to suck my juices out of me instead of waiting for me to erupt inside of her.
To my surprise, I come much sooner than I’m used to. Other girls take a lot longer to get me to shoot my load into their often medically-enhanced faces.
There’s nothing fake about Aurora’s face. It’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Those eyes are magic.
I realize I want to look into her eyes as I come and pull her head back a little until I feel myself fall into them, like a raindrop falls into a lake.
She looks at me, and I erupt. It’s massive, it’s huge, and it feels oh so fucking fantastic.
Time starts to slow down for me as I drown in Aurora’s eyes and continue to shoot my cream-colored cum into her. She drinks every last drop of my juices. None of it spills.
When I pull out of her, I’m wrapped in some fucking afterglow I’ve never felt before.
She smiles at me, licks her lips, and tilts her head a little to the right.
“What shall we do now?”
Chapter 28
Aurora
Each and every one of my nerve cells tingles with anticipation.
I watch Jasper out of the corner of my eye as he catches his breath and stalks to the bar to get us a drink.
At least, I think he’s getting us a drink.
On the spur of the moment, I decide to go and turn on some music. I connect my phone to his Bluetooth speakers and click on some jazz. And as soon as I hear the first few bars, my body starts to sway and twist and turn in time to the slow, moody tones of the saxophone.
There’s something about the soulful sound of a sax. It creeps right through me and settles in my heart. It leaves me with a yearning and a desire for something I can’t put my finger on.
Security? Love? A combination of both?
My eyes are half-closed and my hands are resting on my thighs. It feels strange, and yet I’m somehow at ease. I’ve never danced naked in front of anyone. Come to think of it, I’ve never danced naked, period—except, of course, for that one time when I was up for auction.
I found my power then, and I’m finding it again now—with Jasper.
“A little something for the lady?”
Jasper is standing in front of me in all his glory. My eyes widen as I see the size of his hardened cock. It hasn’t taken him too long to recover.
I see his muscular six-pack and wonder how many crunches he does to get his muscles looking like that. His chest is bulging, and I see muscles upon gorgeously sculpted muscles. I could feast on him all day.
I take a sip of my drink and smile. My body is still softly swaying to the sax.
“Keep dancing,” Jasper commands, and I oblige.
His voice is short, sharp, and almost military-like. It sends goosebumps down my neck and back and leaves me a little wetter between my legs.
In anticipation, I close my eyes and lick my lips.
“Faster. And touch yourself.”
Slowly, deliberately I move one hand up and one down. My right hand travels to my tits and my left one to my pussy. I turn and spin and my hands match my body movements.
“Ohh,” I moan, twirling my nipples between my index finger and thumb.
“Come closer.”
The commands are shot out of Jasper’s mouth like bullets out of a rifle. Instead of fear, anxiety, or nerves—I want more.
With Good Girl Aurora having gone on vacation, Bad Girl Aurora is making the most of things. Good Girl Aurora would have been too frightened to move if someone had commanded her to do something, but not Bad Girl Aurora. Bad Girl Aurora enjoys this type of talk.
“On your knees,” commands Jasper, and I find my knees giving way before he even finishes the command.
It’s almost as if I’ve turned into a puppet on strings. There’s not a wooden handle or a whip to make me obey his every command.
No, he doesn’t need something physical. Jasper has something far more powerful at his disposal. He uses his words to make me obey.
On my hands and knees, I look up at him expectantly. I feel things with him; a connection is brewing between us right under the surface.
Before I can open my mouth to say something, Jasper is moving behind me. It all happens very fast. Something thin and malleable strikes my fleshy ass cheek.
“Ouch!” I howl and glance backwards.
He’s holding a leather whip with spliced ends.
Fuck. Maybe I spoke too soon about the whip.
I can feel my skin reddening where he lashed me, but I fucking like it.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” barks Jasper and hits me again, harder.
The pain shoots through me, and I bite my lip. A tear drips down my cheek, but at the same time, I feel my insides burn with hot desire, and the juices start to flow.
Holy fuck, this is something totally new to me.
Of course sex is new to me. I mean, until not so long ago, I was a virgin. And here I am now, enjoying the thrill of a beating with a leather whip.
Before I can think about this some more, Jasper’s whip strikes again.
I throw my head back and close my eyes. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and I’m biting my bottom lip so hard, I can feel tiny droplets of blood in my mouth. I’m determined not to make a sound.
This may be a new experience for me, but I trust Jasper. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, not like Anders.
Anders knows he’s hurting me. He knows the drugs are no good for him, and he needs to start taking care of himself.
Anders.
Suddenly the whipping stops, and I drop my head.
I’m so fucking hot between my legs. I urge him to fuck me already. I don’t utter a word—I only think it, hoping he might be good at telepathy.
It’s not his cock I feel on my ass or pussy, though. It’s a metal kind of object. Without seeing it, it feels like a pizza cutter with spikes.
As he runs it over me, I arch my back and thrust my hips backwards, trying to touch some part of him.
Skillfully, he avoids me.
“Now, my fucking little slut,” I hear his voice in my left ear. His warm breath is caressing my skin. If I’m not careful, I might pass out with pleasure or lose my mind. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Instead of proper words, I can only whimper. For some reason, his actions are rendering me incapable of proper speech. Not a word comes across my lips.
Silence hangs heavy in the air. Jasper increases the pressure on his metal gadget, and fire spreads through me.
“I said tell me what you want me to do.”
My breathing is fast now. The juices from my pussy are dripping from me, and I just want to turn around and jump onto his massive cock.
“I want you to fuck me,” I manage to say, sounding as if I’ve run the hundred miles.
“Aren’t you missing something? I mean, weren’t you brought up to be a good girl?” Jasper puts a lot of emphasis on the word good.
Briefly, I think about my parents. My parents, who did not bring me up to behave like this. Just like any person, I can’t imagine my parents ever having sex, let alone a fuck like I’m having.
From memory, I’d say my mother never undressed in the company of anyone, not even my father, and certainly not when the lights were on. It seems extraordinary I was ever conceived.
Of course, Mom and Dad would be horrified if they knew what happened to their good, little girl.
Their good, little girl is not so little anymore. I grew up. I grew up real fast in the last few days.
When these self-assured, slightly arrogant billionaire sex gods took my virginity, the world changed for me completely.
Gone is the girl I once was.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” I mutter and shuffle backward toward him.
The palm of his hand collides with my ass.
“I didn’t say you could move,” he shouts. “Back where you were.”
Without a word of complaint, I crawl forward a little and stop.
“Exactly where you were.”
When I’m back on the same spot, Jasper’s fingers start to hover near my pussy. They don’t actually touch me—they just hover. I try to move toward them and earn myself another whack.
“Don’t fucking move till I tell you to.”
This is harder than anything else I’ve done for any of these brothers. Not moving, being as still as a statue, totally goes against what I want to do.
What I want to do is move against Jasper’s body so his cock will have to fucking enter my pussy.
Actually, he could enter either of my holes, or he could opt for my mouth again, as long as he does something with his cock. I’m dying to have it inside of me.
From what I can see, his cock is bursting at the seams for me anyway.
“Come on Aurora,” Jasper is whispering again.
That slight change of his voice into a whisper is as much of a turn on as the spanking. Jasper’s really working his magic on me, and I like it so much. I feel safe with him, safe enough to allow myself to let go in this way.
“If you keep perfectly still, I’ll reward you,” he says in a darkened tone.
If I cry out for him and beg for it, I think it would count as moving. So I don’t. I try my very, very hardest not to move a muscle.
My arms feel as if they’re going to give way first. When his cock finally hovers near my pussy, I think I’m going to come as soon as he fucks me. I’m so fucking ready.
As if sensing this, Jasper now enters me. He pushes hard, and my tight pussy does its best to accommodate him. If you asked me to compare cocks, I couldn’t.
Jasper feels massive in my tight pussy, but so did Finn, so did they all during our first fuck.
I feel Jasper’s hands reach for my hair again. He grabs it, and I think of an unruly mare being tamed by a wild rider.
