Seducing Jane Porter

by Dominique Adair

  “Very shortly they’ll be serving a buffet on the terrace.” His voice was thick and the accent heavier. “If you wish to become my submissive, wear this for me.”

  Something touched her shoulder and she opened her eyes to see a narrow red leather collar studded with crystals.

  “By wearing this you will claim me as your master and I shall claim you, body and soul.”

  His lips touched her shoulder again, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

  “And if I don’t?” she whispered.

  “Then I shall have to try harder next time.” His tone was amused.

  “It’s a very tempting offer, but I don’t even know who you are.”

  Jane forced her heavy gaze to the stage just as the slave had achieved orgasm. She howled like a wild creature, much to the pleasure of the crowd. Jane’s pussy wept, desperate for her own release, but it didn’t appear to be on the immediate agenda.

  “I’ve awakened the dragon inside of you and he will not sleep easily,” he whispered. “I am the only man who can tame it, tame you… I am the only man who can fulfill your darkest desires.”

  “I—” Words failed her.

  “Say nothing now, beauty. It’s the witching hour. Midnight.”

  When he released her, she felt dizzy. Her mind was crammed with the carnal images his words and touches had evoked. Gasping for breath, it took her several minutes to pull herself together after he’d left. Her gaze scanned the crowd looking for the man with the melted chocolate voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

  Disappointed, she sagged, exhausted yet her body still hummed with arousal. The intense hunger had retreated, but it was only on the back burner. It would take very little to rev up the heat again and she wasn’t sure she’d survive the fury of her release.

  Clutching the collar, she raised it to her lips.

  Did she have the courage to wear it? The idea intrigued her to no end. She longed to be mastered and there was no danger of emotions getting tangled up as they’d never see each other after this weekend.

  She was terrified, though she wasn’t sure what scared her more, taking him up on his offer or turning him down.

  Even though this was supposed to be his birthday party, Antonio wasn’t in the mood to be a host. He was on a mission to ferret out the lovely blonde’s name and to accomplish this he needed to find Lily.

  Ducking out of the ballroom, he made a beeline toward the kitchen. Santos had seen them headed in this direction before the scene commenced in the ballroom. As he approached a utility closet he heard raised voices, one of them with a distinct French accent.

  Throwing open the door, he found Jean Jacques and Lily toe to toe in the closet. Their cheeks were flushed and both turned toward him.

  “What?” they snapped at the same time.

  Lily scowled at Antonio, her hands fisted, coming to rest on her hips. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”

  Antonio was surprised. On the few occasions he’d been around her she’d portrayed the image of sweetness and light. It would appear the woman had a temper to match her fiery hair.

  “Please forgive me, Lily.” He gave her a half bow. “I need to borrow your companion for a few moments.”

  Her expression morphed from pissed to quite pleased. She flashed him a wide smile. “He’s all yours.”

  “Thank you, Lily.”

  “You will wait here,” Jean Jacques growled at her.

  “I don’t think so—”

  “I did not ask you to think. You will do as I say.”

  Lily’s eyes widened but to Antonio’s surprise, she didn’t respond. Just what the devil was going on here? His gaze moved from Lily to Jean Jacques. He’d never seen his brother’s business partner address a woman with anything other than total respect.

  Jean Jacques sent her a dark look before stalking out of the room. Antonio followed him across the hall, and he noted the other man had left the door open to keep an eye on Lily. He was bemused to see Jean Jacques was unwilling to let the mouthy redhead out of his sight.

  “How can I be of assistance?” Jean Jacques spoke.

  “Earlier, you came into the ballroom with a blonde woman. What is her name?”

  “Caught your eye, did she?” The other man’s smile was knowing. “She is very beautiful.”

  “Her name?”

  “Jane Porter, she is Lily’s business partner.” His smiled faded. “She’s also a good woman. If you or Santos do anything to hurt her you will both answer to me.”

  “I can assure you, I’ve never mistreated a lady—”

  “Giselle has been telling a different story.”

  “She has?” Antonio had a sinking feeling this wasn’t going to be good.

  “She’s telling everyone who will listen about how badly you treated her.”

  “Consider the source.” Antonio snorted. “The only time I treated her with anything less than courtesy was when she broke into my apartment and I found her naked in my bed. I grabbed her clothing and shoved her into a cab while she screamed her head off.”

  “She says you cheated on her.”

  Antonio laughed. “She’s a gold-digging liar with a vivid imagination.”

  “So it would seem.” Jean Jacques’ gaze was direct. “I have to admit her story didn’t sound anything like the man I know you to be.”

  “We’ve known each other too long for me to lie to you.” Antonio shook his head, truly sorry for Giselle. “I expected nothing more from her. She is a dangerous woman and a cunning liar. Because I am Spanish and I have money, people automatically assume I am some Lothario—”

  “The women do at least.”

  Both men laughed.

  “Take care with Jane.” The other man nodded toward the closet where Lily stood still glowering at both of them. “As you can see, I have my hands full with this one.”

  Antonio leaned in and spoke in a low voice. “It’s just my opinion, but if you were a smart man, you’d keep her lovely mouth busy with something else.”

  Jean Jacques gave a conspiratorial smile. “Trust me, my friend, I have every intention of doing just that.”

  Antonio walked away with a huge grin. It just might be that the boisterous Lily had met her match.

  Chapter Five

  Lily was very angry with him.

  She stood where he’d left her, impatience written across every inch of her delicious body. When she saw him walking toward her, she relaxed against the counter and began inspecting her flawless fingernails as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

  Antonio was right, it was past time to claim this woman and show her who wore the pants in their sexually charged relationship.

  “Are you done with your manly duties?” Her tone was bored.

  “For the moment.”

  “Good, because now it’s time to straighten something out between us, bucko.” She pushed off from the counter. Her slim hands fisted and she braced them on her hips. “You’re not the boss of me. How dare you interrupt my conversation with that lovely man in the ballroom—”

  Her voice dissolved into meaningless chatter to his ears as Jean Jacques fell headlong into her eyes. Deep and green, they were flecked with hints of soft brown. Long, thick lashes framed her lovely eyes and even though they were spitting darts at him, he wanted to lose himself in the warmth of her gaze.

  Scarlet lips spat words at him but he didn’t hear them. He was too engrossed in her baby soft skin and the intriguing little blush that crept across her cheeks. Reaching out, he caught a lock of bright red hair. Tonight she wore it long and sleek like a waterfall. It was her hair that had caught his attention the first time he’d seen her.

  As she shouted at him, the pale globes of her breasts danced to match her agitation. His gaze moved over her curvy figure. Her skirt was so short it was little more than a belt. Her stocking-clad legs were shapely and the sight of her black stilettos literally sucked the saliva from his mouth.

  Lily was stu
nningly beautiful.

  It wasn’t any wonder he’d lost his grip when he saw the Austrian duke eyeing his woman in the ballroom. The man almost had his face buried in her breasts and it was all Jean Jacques could do not to toss the little man across the ballroom.

  Though, in her defense, Lily didn’t know she was Jean Jacques’, not yet at least. It was a situation he had every intention of correcting.

  She poked him in the chest—hard.

  “You’re not even listening to me,” she accused.

  “When a man is confronted with such beauty, he cannot help but become distracted.”

  Her gaze narrowed. “Oh, bugger off.” She moved to walk around him. “You’re impossible.”

  Jean Jacques captured her by the shoulder and spun her around into his arms. It didn’t surprise him that she fit against him so perfectly. He’d known from the moment they’d met they were made for one another. Now he just had to convince her.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she spluttered.

  “What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

  She started to protest and he made his move. His lips touched hers and she stiffened. She whimpered and his grip tightened. Lifting her off her feet, he propped her delicious ass on the edge of the counter.

  His tongue licked at the tight seam of her mouth and she opened with a shiver. Her hands crept up to his chest to fist on his lapels. Sweeping his tongue over hers, her taste was intoxicating, more potent than the finest wine. His cock leapt to life when she nipped at his lower lip. A silky noise sounded from her throat and his pulse leapt in response.

  She smelled of floral perfume and warm, aroused woman. For over a year she’d tormented him to the end of his very endurance and the victory of having her in his arms was sweet, very sweet indeed. He wanted to claw every scrap of clothing from her body and worship her from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.

  “I wanted to hit him,” he murmured. “I wanted to break him in half for daring to touch you.”

  “He is very handsome.” Her voice was raw with need. “Any woman would consider him a prize to be won.”

  His grip on her thighs tightened and he growled. “But not you,” he snarled. “Never you.”

  Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he took her mouth in a kiss that was hard, almost punishing. Her arms came around him, her fingers locked in his hair. He winced when she tugged though he enjoyed the pain and pleasure combination.

  “Someone may see us.” Her hungry fingers tore at his tie.

  “They’ll be jealous,” he panted, “that it is me inside you, fucking your sweet pussy. Touching your breasts…”

  Shoving his hand up her skirt, he tore her stockings and the delicate crotch of her panties. He was wild with the need to touch her, to feel her arousal against his hand.

  “What if someone walks in?”

  “Isn’t that part of the game? The allure of possibly being caught by a stranger as I fuck you?”

  She moaned, her emerald eyes were dilated and her mouth was rosy from his kisses. Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he was pleased to feel she was already wet.

  “Yes, I want someone to see us,” she panted.

  Her eager fingers managed to undo his belt then open the fly. His cock sprang into her ready hands and they both groaned when her fingers closed around him.

  “That’s what I want to hear.”

  “Really?” Lily leaned away, her cheeks were flushed. “You’re an exhibitionist?”

  “Among other things.”

  Her green eyes widened. “You surprise me, Jean Jacques. I would’ve never guessed that of you.”

  He nibbled on her lower lip while his finger began to slowly fuck her sweet pussy.

  “We all have our secrets,” he murmured. “Now, are you just going to stand there with my cock in your hand or would you like to make his acquaintance?”

  A slow smile touched her lovely mouth, and she gently squeezed his cock. Her grip was firm and knowledgeable as she began moving her hand in slow, gentle strokes. The rush of lust to his crotch was dizzying, and when she licked her lips, he knew he was in serious lust.

  “So, my big man was jealous of that Austrian boy?”

  He didn’t miss the tone of satisfaction in her voice. Her thumb caressed the sensitive head of his cock, and he was afraid he’d spill himself right then and there. Damn woman, she was going to think he was an untried schoolboy. His teeth gritted, and he threw back his head when she settled into an easy rhythm.

  “I like that,” she purred. “Knowing you don’t want any other man touching me, kissing me.”

  With her other hand, she cupped his balls, giving them a dainty jiggle and a gentle squeeze. Her fingers were magic and he felt as if he’d fly apart. His breathing increased.

  “I have to admit, I do wonder if Antonio is a good kisser. I mean, the man has a magnificent mouth—”

  Rage warred with lust. How dare she hold his cock and allow another man’s name to pass her lips. His chin came down and he pinned her with an affronted glare.

  “You will speak of no other man than me,” he commanded.

  Her eyes narrowed and he knew she was pissed.

  “You did not just say that to—”

  Grabbing her by the hips, he picked her up. She gasped and reached for his neck to keep her balance. Swinging her around, they hit the wall with a thud, his cock nestled against her sweet pussy.

  “Do you hear me?” he growled.

  “Y-yes.”

  With a roar, he entered her with the clumsy grace of an animal in rut. Together they moaned as his cock descended into her lush cunt. She was liquid silk surrounding him, pulling him down into the carnal darkness. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched her back, pressing her pussy into him, her clit in direct contact with his raging cock.

  “No man will touch you ever again, Lily.” He growled as his hips began to thrust. “No man but me.”

  A long, hungry sigh was her response.

  “You’re mine, you will give yourself to me.”

  “Yes.” Her voice was high and thin. “I’m yours, Jean Jacques.”

  Burying his face in her throat, his mind went blank of everything except the woman trapped between him and the wall. His cock slid in and out of her sweet cunt, and his breath hissed through his teeth. Her capitulation was enough to send him over the edge all too soon. His release tore through him in a tidal wave of heat, and a hoarse cry exploded from his mouth.

  Beneath him she tightened, her body spasmed around his, drawing out his release. Her breathy cries mingled with his and his hips slowed.

  The moment passed and Jean Jacques felt both elated and drained. He raised his head high enough so that their foreheads touched. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard. Never had she looked more beautiful to him.

  She might be the death of him, but at least he’d die a very happy man.

  Chapter Six

  Jane’s hands trembled as she toyed with the studded collar. The chimes announcing the open buffet had come and gone and still she dithered in her room. Should she? Or shouldn’t she?

  Do it.

  She licked her lips. Isn’t this what she came here for? To find a man who was willing to explore the boundaries of her sexual dark side? Sexually, she was a starving woman.

  Her stomach clenched as her restless fingers stroked the soft leather. It was lovely, fine red leather with crystal studs. Most of the ones she’d seen downstairs were plain leather in a variety of colors though she hadn’t seen any with studs such as these.

  Brushing her nail over one of the studs, she frowned. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear the crystals were diamonds. Her nose wrinkled. What kind of person could afford a diamond collar?

  I want this.

  Jane couldn’t deny she wanted to wear the collar. She wanted to walk downstairs and claim the birthday boy as her own. Using only his hands and voice in the most modest of ways, he’d managed to bring h
er right to the very edge of climax. Her lips quirked. She could only imagine what he could accomplish with his mouth or his cock.

  She groaned and her fingers tightened on the collar until the studs bit into her palm.

  “Oh, fuck it.”

  In the back of her mind she thought she heard laughter as she secured the collar around her throat. The leather was butter soft against her skin. Even though she’d never worn a collar, it felt oddly right, almost comforting.

  Mustering her courage, Jane rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Fear wouldn’t serve her well this weekend so it was time to let it go and follow the demands of her starving libido.

  Making quick work of removing the pins from her hair, Jane brushed out the long golden strands. Casting a critical eye over her appearance, she replaced the mask. The other ladies sported much shorter garments than hers. Wasn’t this weekend about fantasy? About pushing the envelope and embracing her sexual side?

  Taking the skirt by the waistband, she turned it under several times until the hem reached mid-thigh. The corset had created an amazing amount of a cleavage for a woman who’d always considered herself shortchanged in that area. An added bonus was her artificially flat abs. Granted, a bit of excess flesh appeared around her waist but it was nicely camouflaged by the skirt.

  Screw stomach crunches, she could live with wearing a corset for the rest of her life if it meant she could still have her cake and eat it too.

  Grinning, she slathered on a fresh coat of lipstick then blew a kiss at her reflection. With her heart pounding, she exited the bedroom and headed for the party.

  The scent of food made her stomach rumble. Inside the ballroom the lights were up and people were eating and socializing. The tables were crowded and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. She was hungry, but Jane doubted her nerves would allow her to eat.

  Walking through the room, her gaze scanned the crowd but there was no sign of Antonio. Large French doors stood open at the far side of the room and the party had spilled out onto the stone terrace.