by Madison Faye
He got the impression that she was keeping something from him, but he couldn’t put his finger on what was troubling her. Dr. Marshall had confirmed that someone had tried to drug Helena on the night he met her. He hadn’t said anything to her about that yet, but he wondered whether she already suspected something, if that was what she was hiding from him. He hoped that, once she truly accepted he was there to guide and protect her, she would be more comfortable confiding in him. For now, he would just have to watch over her and wait.
As he took a seat at his desk, intent on getting some work done after two days of neglecting his own business interests in favor of looking after Helena, there was a knock at the door.
“Hey, boss,” his head of security greeted him in heavily accented English, “is this a bad time?”
The knowing smirk on the Italian’s face made Jacob wonder if he still looked a little ruffled after that incredible blowjob from Helena. There was no hiding anything from Marco. He shook his head and gestured for the other man to take a seat.
“So, you got her apartment cleared out?” Jacob checked.
“Eventually,” Marco replied. “The roommate’s a little hellion. Wouldn’t let us take the stuff until we proved we weren’t criminals.”
Jacob snorted. His security team did look kind of sinister with their dark suits and the Ray-Bans permanently fixed in front of their all-seeing eyes.
“She probably thinks Helena’s been kidnapped by the Mafia.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time someone got the wrong idea about me,” Marco conceded, “but I used my considerable charm to convince her I’m harmless.”
Just about the last word Jacob would ever use to describe Marco was harmless. Over the years, the beefy Italian had been the one to get his hands dirty time and time again, protecting the interests of the Brentwood family. He wasn’t about to get into a discussion about that now, though.
“Did you learn anything new?” Jacob asked.
“Yes, and you’re not going to like it. Your Miss Carmichael has a stalker.”
“A stalker?” Jacob clenched his fists. There was someone out there targeting Helena and she hadn’t thought it was worth mentioning that to him? “You’re sure?”
“The roommate mentioned that Miss Carmichael believes someone has been following her.”
“Get someone on it straight away,” Jacob instructed. “If there’s a threat out there, I want to know about it.”
“Already got one of my best men on it.”
Jacob should have known that Marco wouldn’t wait around. He rose to his feet and walked from the room. He trusted his team to find out what was going on with Helena, but he wanted some answers from her and, one way or the other, he intended to get them.
Chapter Four
By the time she reached the bedroom Jacob had insisted she think of as her own, Helena’s brain was practically boiling over with frustration. Sucking Jacob’s cock had got her worked up in ways she hadn’t thought possible and she couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like if he bent her over the chair and fucked her, hard and fast. She needed release and she was going to get it, even if that meant disobeying Jacob. His commands were a load of bullshit anyway. Do this, don’t do that, bow down before me in gratitude. Who the hell did the big Scottish brute think he was? Oh, yes, her daddy dom. She still hadn’t quite got her head around that one.
She stormed into the bedroom and stopped dead. Things were different and yet bizarrely familiar. The throw pillows from her own apartment had been placed carefully on the sofa and the linens on the bed were hers. There was also a teddy that looked suspiciously like her Mr. Edwards. On the dressing table sat her jewelry box and the makeup case her mother had given her for her fifteenth birthday. There was also a bottle of her favorite perfume and her hair straighteners. Either someone had tried to recreate her bedroom, or her things had been brought here. She moved to the closet and pulled open the doors. Sure enough, her clothes were there alongside the dresses Jacob had provided her with. It seemed that, like it or not, she was here to stay for the foreseeable future. She wondered what her roommate had thought of that and then realized she hadn’t spoken to Carrie since that night at the club. She’d have to get in touch, if Jacob was prepared to let her contact the outside world, that was.
As she tried to decide whether she was actually irritated by Jacob’s unilateral decision to move her into his home, or if it was a welcome change to have someone else making the choices for her, a question arose in Helena’s mind. Had all her personal belongings been brought to the house? She hurried to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Bingo! Her favorite toy was sitting there waiting for her. This was perfect.
Taking the purple silicone rabbit sex toy from the drawer, she removed her panties and settled back on the bed. Feeling self-conscious with Mr. Edwards sitting on the bed next to her, she took the little brown bear and stuffed him under the duvet. Then she spread her legs apart and switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting, to make sure its battery was charged. Thankfully, it was, but something made her hesitate. Jacob had made it clear that she was not to seek her own pleasure. It surprised her to realize that she didn’t want to disappoint him even though his domineering manner irritated her. Of course, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt either of them and her urgent need for satisfaction outweighed any anxieties about getting caught.
Helena reached between her legs and let her fingers dance lightly over the moist pink flesh. She teased her clitoris until it began to swell. She moaned deeply as a gush of wetness signaled her body’s readiness. Just as she was about to slide the silicone shaft into her welcoming sheath, she was startled by the sound of a man clearing his throat. She sat up, heart racing, to find Jacob standing by the door. He did not look happy.
“Where did you get that from?” he demanded.
“From my apartment,” Helena squeaked as Jacob crossed the room to tower over the bed.
“Tell me you didn’t go into a store to buy that.”
Was he concerned that someone might have seen her buying it, or that she’d been frequenting seedy back alley sex shops, where all manner of people might hang out? Helena couldn’t be sure what his issue was. Either way, it didn’t matter because she hadn’t set foot in an adult store in her life, not even the ones on the High Street that were perfectly respectable. She shook her head.
“No, I bought it online,” she replied, and then added, “from a respectable retailer.”
Jacob nodded as though that satisfied him, but he still didn’t look pleased.
“And just what were you about to do with it?”
Helena was sure that the answer to that was perfectly obvious, but Jacob clearly wanted her to explain herself. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to think of a suitable response.
“I was going to…” Her voice trailed off. She hated talking about stuff like this out loud. As she looked at Jacob’s determined expression, she knew he was not going to let her off with some mumbled response. Pulling her shoulders back into a more confident pose, she looked him straight in the eye. “I was going to use it to give myself an orgasm.”
“Well, at least you didn’t try to tell me you were just testing its batteries,” Jacob said without a trace of humor. “Thank you for your honesty, Helena.”
“Yeah, of course.” Helena gave him a tremulous smile. She knew she was far from being off the hook with him, as the frown on his brow confirmed.
“But you have disobeyed me and there is a price to be paid for that.”
“I understand,” Helena said in a small voice that she hoped would persuade him to go easy on her. “I’m sorry… Daddy.”
“I’m sure you’re sorry I caught you, Helena, and fake contrition’s just not going to cut it. You need to do as you’re told.”
The last remnants of defiance she held onto fled as she registered the determined tone in his voice. She gulped as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and eased the vibrator from her grip
. A shudder of dread slid down her spine as she watched him switch it on and repeatedly pressed the button to cycle through the different levels of stimulation the object provided. His eyes remained fixed on hers the entire time and Helena found her nerves stretching thinner.
“You know, Helena, I have friends who claim that when they were kids they were caught with cigarettes and were made to smoke the entire pack to teach them a lesson.” Jacob’s tone was far too casual for Helena’s liking. “I’m sure you’ve heard that story too.”
“Uh-huh.” She had a terrible feeling about where this was headed.
“Well, I think we could employ a similar method here.” The grin Jacob flashed her was filled with wicked intent and she knew she was in for some sort of sensual torment. “I’m sure by the time we’re done, you’ll agree that you shouldn’t be using artificial stimuli when I’m right here to give you what you need.”
But he hadn’t given her what she needed, that was the point! Helena wanted to lash out at him for that but, for once, her instinct for self-preservation kicked in and she held back. There was no point arguing when she already knew what his response would be. He would reward her with an orgasm only when she’d earned it. Downstairs, in his study, she’d tried to take matters into her own hands and so, as far as he was concerned, she didn’t deserve to experience pleasure in that moment. Damn! It was simple now that she thought about it. Why hadn’t she seen things this clearly before she tried to take control?
“So, what are you going to do?” Helena asked, unable to prevent herself sounding like a petulant child. “Use the vibrator to fuck me into submission?”
She shrieked as Jacob’s hand cracked down on her thigh in a firm chastisement she hadn’t been prepared for.
“Language, young lady,” Jacob scolded. He waited for her to murmur an apology and then continued. “No, I’m not going to fuck you into submission with your little toy.” Helena might have breathed a sigh of relief if it hadn’t been for the wolfish glint in his dark eyes. “You’re going to use the vibrator to fuck yourself into submission and I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.”
* * *
The look on Helena’s face was priceless and Jacob could see that she was struggling to formulate a response. If he’d actually rendered her speechless, that would be quite an achievement. He knew he was still trying to manipulate him with those baby blue eyes and the girlish voice she adopted to worm her way out of being punished. It amused him to see her revealing the little girl inside her when she was resisting his attempts to care for her with everything she had. He wasn’t about to fall for her act, though. He wanted her to truly accept his role in her life.
When he’d come up to her room, he’d intended to ask her about her stalker. As soon as he’d seen her lying on the bed with her legs spread, however, he’d immediately decided to put that conversation on hold. If she actually imagined it was acceptable to masturbate when he’d made it clear that all her pleasure was to come from him, then there was a more urgent matter to attend to. She had to learn to heed his commands, and quickly. If he was going to protect her from whatever threat existed out there as well as fulfilling his promise to Lucas that he would prepare her to take over her parents’ company, he had to be firm.
“Which setting do you prefer?” he asked her pleasantly as he held the vibrator up, so she had no doubt what he was talking about.
“Uhm,” her face was the color of a beetroot now, “the second.”
Jacob switched the vibrator on and adjusted the settings. He put his finger underneath the little rabbit ears that protruded from it and wrapped his hand around the shaft. There was only a slight buzz that sent the merest hint of a tingle up his arm. The toy was capable of much more than that. He knew, of course, that Helena’s pussy was more sensitive than his hand but still, it seemed it didn’t take much to get her off.
“Bit of a lightweight, are you?” he teased, enjoying the way she narrowed her eyes at him. She was such an intriguing mixture of submissive kitten and fierce little wildcat. Being around her certainly wasn’t dull. “Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll survive.” He handed the silicone sex toy back to Helena. “Start with your favorite setting. When you come, you can move up to the next.”
“I… uhm… the third setting’s too much for me.” Helena looked pained.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart, because you’re not stopping until you get all the way to the max.”
“Or what?” she challenged.
“Or I tie you to the bed, give you ten licks of my belt and then fuck you with that thing until morning.” He waited for a response, but she said nothing. The look of horror on her face told him all he needed to know. She really didn’t want his punishment. “As I thought. Now, take your dress off, spread your legs wide, stick your little toy in your cunt and show me what you’ve got.”
Her face paled, presumably at his crude words. She was probably more used to politically correct college boys than a man like him who made no apology for making his wishes plain. Well, she’d get used to his directness soon enough. Helena breathed in deeply and seemed to steel her resolve.
Quickly, she unfastened the top buttons of her dress and pulled it off over her head. Dropping it to the floor beside her, she lay back on her pillows. As she slid the vibrator into place and positioned the little rabbit ears over her clit, Jacob felt his cock twitch. Biting her bottom lip, she turned it on and pushed the button to take the vibrations to the second level of intensity. Almost immediately, she raised her hips and let out a low moan. Jacob could see moisture glistening on her plump pink pussy. Boy, she was sensitive. As she threw her head back and closed her eyes, he tutted loudly. She was not going to hide her responses from him.
“No, Helena, eyes on me at all times.”
He wanted to see the moment those perfect pools of blue glazed over with desire. He needed to witness her desperation building until she reached the point where some pathetic piece of silicone was no longer enough, and she begged him to sink his cock into her tight little pussy.
Jacob watched intently as she began to writhe around on the bed, the pressure clearly getting to her already. The color in her cheeks deepened, and her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Suddenly, her hips lifted from the bed. Her limbs tensed, and a strangled sound emanated from somewhere deep inside. She flicked the button to turn the vibrator off.
“Well, that really didn’t take long,” Jacob commented. He covered Helena’s hand with his, in case she got any ideas that this punishment was over. “Now, let’s count to ten and then try the next setting, shall we?”
* * *
Was it possible to have too much of a good thing? If someone had asked Helena that question fifteen minutes ago, she might have said no, but now she wasn’t so sure. Floating somewhere between heaven and hell, she lay back on the pillows and struggled to get her breath back after her fourth consecutive orgasm. Knowing that Jacob’s eyes had not left her for a second, she felt as though her very soul was being laid bare. There was a vulnerability in knowing she could hide nothing from him, but it was also strangely empowering to sense the deepening desire emanating from Jacob. He might be sitting there all cool and calm, but he wanted her more with every passing second.
This was exhilarating and agonizing all at the same time. Helena’s skin was covered in a slick sheen of sweat and her limbs shook but she wasn’t ready to quit. Sure, she wanted to prove something to Jacob, but she was also discovering things about her body she hadn’t realized were possible. When she was alone in bed at night with her battery-operated companion, she’d never really taken herself to the point of climaxing. She’d always built up toward a peak and then panicked, pulling the vibrator from her body before she could go over the edge. She needed someone there to catch her, she realized that now. With Jacob here, pushing her onward, murmuring words of praise and reassurance, she’d experienced ecstasy she hadn’t known existed. As tired as she was, she needed to know what greater heights she could take he
r body to and then find out how much farther Jacob could carry her.
“You look so fucking beautiful.” She heard Jacob’s words as her mind finally drifted back down to Earth. He sounded almost pained and, as she stared into his eyes, she could see the anguish there. He looked as though he wanted to shove his cock into her and fuck her into oblivion, yet he held back. After a few seconds had passed, he tapped the back of her hand, reminding her that it was time to take things up a notch.
Helena sucked in a breath and pressed the dreaded button to bring the vibrator buzzing back to life. On the higher settings, the shaft made a thrusting motion while the little rabbit ears pulsed at a rapid pace. Suddenly, the sensations became much more intense. Her swollen clit throbbed almost painfully, and her womb clenched tightly. Her entire body was bathed in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. With lucid thought threatening to desert her as she chased an orgasm determined to elude her, she considered begging Jacob to fuck her. She craved his warmth, his touch. She needed him to drive his cock into her over and over again, but there was no way she was going to give in and beg. The cold, impersonal toy pulsating inside her would have to tease her into the next life before she would let Jacob bloody Brentwood know she’d learned her lesson.
Almost as though he’d read the swirling thoughts running through her head, Jacob leaned in close to her.
“Just say the word, sweetheart, and Daddy will put you out of your misery.”
