by K. A. Linde
She closed her eyes and arched her back at the sudden assault. His arm forced her body back down, and when he had her restrained, he used his other hand to insert two fingers deep inside her.
If this was his idea of seduction, she was a lost cause. She wasn’t used to being completely out of control, and her body was already begging him to let her come.
He tasted and indulged in her until she was writhing against his restraint. His fingers pressed into the smooth wet skin, curved up inside her, and brushed against her inner wall. She tightened until she thought she was going to burst before finally climaxing. Her walls contracted around his fingers as he slid out. She was left panting.
Bryna started to close her legs, but he tapped them with his fingers twice. She looked up at him questioningly. Her body was still pulsing, and she could barely focus.
He twirled his finger in a circle in the air. “Turn over.”
She started to stand up, but he grasped her hips in his hands and flipped her over with ease. Her elbows supported her while her bare ass was in the air for his viewing pleasure.
“Mmm,” he groaned. He ran his finger from her pussy to her asshole.
Her body was still so sensitive, and the unexpected touch jolted her.
He pulled back and rested his hand on her ass. “Hmm. Did you like that?”
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I’m not sure.”
She had never had any back door action. She’d had guys try to convince her, and while she had been intrigued by it, she had never followed through.
“Would you like to try?” he asked, sliding his hand up her back in a soothing motion.
Her body quivered lightly as he repeated the motion, the languid movement getting her used to him touching her again.
His touch made her feel good, and if he was asking, then he surely knew what he was doing. She would trust him to make her comfortable.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” he asked.
He pressed his finger against her, and she tightened in response.
“Are you sure?”
She was getting wetter the longer she rested on her knees before him, allowing him to touch and tempt her body. He was all she wanted, however he was willing to give himself to her.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, offering up the control he had already taken.
“I think I’ll have to warm you up to that,” he said.
The sound of his pants swishing to the floor was all the warning she was given before his dick buried deep inside her pussy. She gasped as he filled her. The force of the movement shoved her forward across the divan, and her already hypersensitive body responded.
Is this his idea of warming me up? She had already come once.
He continued to thrust into her, and she balanced precariously on all fours. Her mind went fuzzy, and in that moment, all she could feel was Jude. She was getting closer, and still Jude didn’t stop. He reached around her body and started stroking her clit. She bucked against him, but he kept up the movement.
It was almost too much at once. Jude pounded into her. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and into her face. Everything was spinning. She could barely breathe as she tried to keep up with his thrusts. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
As if he knew that she was teetering on the edge, Jude slowed his movements, completely filling her to the hilt one more time, and then removed his dick. Bryna immediately felt a loss in his absence. She had been so close. She squirmed back and forth, hoping to draw him back in, but he just playfully smacked her ass.
“Stay still, or your ass will be pink by the time I’m done with you.”
Bryna swallowed, and her body hummed at his words. Holy shit, that was hot!
She glanced backward and saw Jude walking across the room. He pushed open a small sliding door that she hadn’t even noticed in the dim lighting. He picked something off of a shelf and then turned back toward her. She quickly righted herself. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen…that she was going to do this. But she wanted to take whatever he would give her.
A loud thwack sounded in the room as Jude smacked her ass ten times harder than the first time. She yelped out loud.
“That’s for peeking.”
His hand landed on the other cheek just as hard. She cried out again.
“And that’s just because I like how wet your pussy gets when I spank you.”
His left hand touched her back and then gently rubbed her ass. Then, his finger, slick with lube, slowly eased into her ass. “Relax,” he murmured soothingly.
She released all the tension in her body, and he slid in further. She swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Clenching or freaking out would only make this harder. He worked his fingers in and out until she was ready for him, and then he replaced them with the tip of his dick.
He entered her slowly. Her body protested, but he just muttered soft words of encouragement, “It’s okay. You’re going to like it.”
She breathed in and out and then nodded her head, giving him permission to keep going.
He slipped the head in, and her body seemed to accept what was happening. She felt so full but in a completely different way. Pain mixed with pleasure as he retreated and then started up a gentle motion back inside her.
She could tell that Jude was holding back as he eased her into the play. She could practically feel him quivering with desire. He had worked her into such a frenzy as he fucked her, and now, he was claiming her like no one else ever had.
Just that thought alone sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This wasn’t so bad. It was actually…really good. She liked the way it made her pussy ache for his touch and the way she felt kind of dirty for trying something she had never done before. But most of all, she loved how it affected Jude.
He wanted her bent over the divan, pussy thoroughly worked with her ass in the air, filled up to the brim with his cock. She clenched around him, and he started to lose control, jerking against her and tightening his grip on her hips.
“Jude, I’m going to come,” she cried. “Make me come.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He drove into her again, and she couldn’t hold out any longer. They released together in an earth-shattering explosion. Her hands gave out beneath her, and she slipped forward with her face landing in the pillows. Her screams were muffled as she cried out in ecstasy.
Maybe that was the reason the club was called X.
BRYNA WAS GLAD THAT SCHOOL WAS OUT for Christmas break. On Monday morning, she didn’t have to explain to anyone where she had gone on Saturday night or what had happened. She would rather leave it all up to speculation than face Avery’s and Tara’s questioning stares. They had already sent her enough texts, asking her about the guy she had disappeared with that night. She was glad she didn’t have to lie to their faces.
After getting good use out of the back room, she and Jude had returned to his apartment. She couldn’t get over their connection and the physical chemistry that ignited a room when they were together. She hadn’t gotten much sleep Saturday night, but the sex wasn’t the part that had her mind running a million miles a minute after he’d left the next morning to catch his flight. It was the fact that he would have a full week off for Christmas, and he wanted to spend every one of those days with her.
She had told him that she would have to check her schedule. Her dad was supposed to come home soon, so it would be a little harder to sneak around—though not by much. Also, she wasn’t sure how she would get away with leaving on Christmas Day. But she would make it work. This would be one of the few times that she would get this much of Jude’s undivided attention, and she was going to take it.
It was still a couple days away, so she had time to figure it all out.
She had to force herself to stop thinking about that as she headed to The Blvd, a restaurant at the Beverly Wilshire, to meet with the Pink Charity Benefit coordinator, Felicity Rose.
This was just the kind of woman Bryna needed to emulate. She was a real role model, unlike the other women in her life. Thankfully, Bryna’s father would be home from filming soon, and she wouldn’t have to deal with her evil witch of a stepmother. Her father would handle that situation for her. Maybe then things could get back to normal.
Bryna valeted her Aston Martin and then entered the restaurant. “Reservation for Felicity Rose,” she told the hostess.
“Right this way.”
The hostess walked her over to a perfectly put-together woman. Felicity had dark blonde hair pulled back tight off of her face. She was in a square-cut dress with a Chanel blazer that Bryna had been coveting this season. At least the woman had taste even if she looked like a stuck-up bitch.
“Mrs. Rose,” Bryna said with a huge smile on her face. “So nice to finally meet you.”
“Please calm me Felicity. You must be Bryna.”
“That’s me.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Felicity offered.
“Thank you.” Bryna sat demurely in the seat across from Felicity.
Felicity took the time to carefully unfold her napkin and lay it across her lap. She then adjusted the silverware into order and took a small sip of her Pellegrino. “I reviewed your file. To be honest, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Mathison sent you over.”
Bryna bristled at the comment. Who the hell did she think could replace her? There was no one else at Harmony for this job. No one else could compare that was for sure. “Why is that?”
“I didn’t really expect a…cheerleader,” she said, the last word coming out as if she had just sucked on a lemon. “Then, there’s your affiliation with this Gates Hartman.”
Where the hell is this coming from? It shouldn’t matter that she was a cheerleader if she was smart, hard working, and motivated to succeed. That was what she had always told herself at least. And anyway, what the hell does Gates have to do with anything?
“And the unfortunate situation with your parents…” Felicity continued.
“Is all of that in my file?” Bryna asked dryly.
She couldn’t fucking believe Felicity was airing out everything in her life, all because of a charity benefit application. So, Bryna’s life wasn’t actually picture-perfect. Well, she already fucking knew that.
All she wanted to do was tell this woman to fuck off, but she was pretty sure she would lose her position. And she wasn’t going to lose her hard earned spot because a has-been was trying to knock her down a few notches.
“I did a little research of my own,” Felicity said cheekily.
“By all means, be sure to run a background check on a seventeen-year-old high school student.”
Felicity stared back at her, all prim and proper. “That won’t be necessary.”
“Wonderful. Can I be clear with you as to why I applied for this position in the first place?” Bryna didn’t wait for her to answer. She didn’t care what the bitch had to say. She had the wrong impression about her, and Bryna wouldn’t let it stand. “This is my senior year at Harmony. I’m currently ranked fifth in my class. I run the National Distinguished Students Association, all while acting as captain of the cheerleading squad. I work for the things in my life, something I think you can understand. The Pink Charity Benefit is the most extensive event for Harmony every year, and I want to be a part of something that contributes so much to the community. Please allow me to work just as hard to give back.”
“Hmm.”
Apparently, that was all the response Bryna was going to get. The waiter walked over, and Felicity glanced down at her menu.
“I’ll have the raspberry spinach salad. No dressing.”
As Bryna read the menu, her phone started ringing. She silently cursed its bad timing. She turned the ringer off and saw that her dad was calling. “I’m sorry. I have to take this.”
Felicity pursed her lips.
“It’s my dad calling from New Zealand. It must be important. I’ll have the same salad,” she said before hopping up and answering her phone.
“Dad!”
“Hey, sweetheart! How’s daddy’s little girl?”
“Not too little anymore. I’m at a meeting with this year’s Pink Charity coordinator. I’m heading the event.”
“Very grown-up indeed. Congratulations!”
“Thank you! How is New Zealand?” she gushed.
“New Zealand is beautiful. I wish you could come out here and visit,” he said thoughtfully.
“Well, I’d love to, but I won’t have to,” she told him cheerfully. “You’ll be coming home soon. I cannot wait to have you back in the house.”
There was a long pause on the line before her dad sighed. “That’s why I called, sweetheart. The film has been pushed back and delayed. We’ve just increased the budget by another twenty million dollars, and we’re shooting through Christmas.”
Bryna’s stomach dropped. No. No, he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t leave her alone with these people any longer. He was supposed to be back for Christmas. They were supposed to spend the holidays together. It was tradition. He couldn’t do this to her.
“Dad,” she whispered. Her voice sounded desperate. She was desperate. “Please.”
“Bryna, I know. I want to come home, but I have to work.”
“Work comes first,” she said bitterly.
“You know how the business is.” He sounded so blasé she felt sick.
“I do.” She sagged at the words. She did understand the business.
She had long lived with an absentee father and a distant mother. As much as she had wanted it to work with them, they hadn’t been around enough for either of them to try in their relationship. But that hadn’t made it okay for him to marry someone else and leave her with Celia and her disgusting spawn while he was away. Things had only gotten they were worse since Celia arrived.
“Once I’m finished with this film, we’ll fly out to Paris, and you can get lost in your favorite boutiques.”
“Just the two of us?” she pleaded.
“You and me, kiddo. Just like old times.”
Somehow, she just didn’t believe him.
“Okay, Dad, sounds good.” She knew it would never happen.
“Love you, baby girl. I’ll let you know when we’re wrapping up.”
“Bye,” she said wistfully.
She hung up the phone and tightly held it in her hand. The entire holiday, she was going to be trapped with Celia, Pace, and the twins. No father to intervene with the madness. No father to reconcile the huge gap that had divided the house in his absence. No father to be…a father. Just a faraway director. No father at all.
Bryna squared her shoulders and walked back to the table. “My apologies. My father had to inform me of his last-minute change in plans. He’ll be staying in New Zealand for the holiday season. Sorry about the interruption. It won’t happen again.”
“Good,” Felicity said. She didn’t even react to Bryna’s statement about her father. “So, let’s get started.”
“Just like that?” Bryna asked.
After the third degree Felicity put me through, she’s going to hand over the position?
“Do you no longer want to lead the committee?”
“Of course I do,” Bryna said emphatically.
“I thought so. You seem to work hard and clearly don’t back down from a challenge,” Felicity said with a quirked eyebrow. So, it all was a test. “I think we can make this partnership succeed, if you’re up for it.”
“I’m up for anything.”
WITH BRYNA’S FATHER OUT OF TOWN FOR CHRISTMAS,
she found the excuse she needed to disappear for a week.
“You’re sure that you’re going to be gone the entire Christmas?” Celia asked. “We won’t even see you on Christmas day?”
Bryna sighed. She didn’t want to look too sympathetic or Celia wouldn’t buy it. “Look I just don’t get to spend any quality time with my mother, and since dad is going to be gone the whole time, it seemed like a perfect opportunity. No reason to split time between the house if he isn’t going to be here”
Celia pursed her lips. “Well, of course I want you to have quality time with your mother, but I will miss you dearly, honey. The whole house will miss you.”
“I’m sure.”
Bryna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She certainly wouldn’t miss her overbearing stepmother or Pace. Especially Pace.
He hadn’t spoken to her since the incident with Jemma’s party, which was fine by her. She didn’t ever want to talk to him again if she could help it. She knew that the silent treatment was probably too good to be true. She was sure he was plotting something behind his silence. He wasn’t giving up yet.
It would be nice to get away from the cold shoulder and constant seething.
So, once her Louis Vuitton luggage was packed, she hightailed it out of the house.
About an hour later, after sitting through hellish traffic, she parked her car at Jude’s apartment. Jude let her inside when she showed up at his front door. He took her bags from her, set them down by the coffee table, and then scooped her up in his arms.
“I missed you,” he said into her hair.
She closed her eyes and tightened her grip around his neck. “I missed you, too.”
“Are you all ready to go?”
“Go where?” she asked, looking around the apartment.
“You didn’t think I’d get you all to myself for a week and keep you cooped up in my apartment, did you?”
Well, yeah. She kind of had thought that. It had sounded pretty wonderful. No drama for a whole week. Just Jude.
“I think you’ll like what I have in mind,” he said with a wink.
She arched an eyebrow but didn’t argue. As long as she was with him, then she knew she was going to like whatever he had planned.
