Player

by T. N. King

  “Hmmm. Me too. I can’t stop smiling.”

  “I hope the night isn’t over yet.” He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Will you have a nightcap with me?”

  “I would love to, as soon as I lose these shoes.” She bent down and gathered the bottom of her dress up. As she stood back up, he scooped her up in his arms. She squealed in delight as he ran toward the house. He opened the front door and carried her to the couch.

  “There is some champagne left. Would you like some?” he asked, walking toward the dining room.

  “The bubbles kind of got to my head a little. Do you have anything a little less carbonated?”

  “I have an old vintage bottle of wine I bet you would love.” He leaned up against the door casing.

  “That sounds better.”

  He pulled his phone and called Black. “How long are you on?” He spoke into the phone, his eyes on Megan. “Why don’t you lock up the mansion and take off early tonight?”

  She was going to be completely alone with him. With that thought, the nervous knots returned.

  “Do me a favor. Before you come up to the main house, grab a bottle of my 1957 Chateau Lynch Bages from the cellar? Thanks.” He disappeared into the kitchen. She heard glass clinking together just before he walked into the living room holding two large goblets. He set them down on the coffee table along with a corkscrew. She moved her dress over as he sat down next to her, grabbing her legs and pulling them onto his lap. He moved her dress up her legs to her knees and took a deep breath. Megan watched him, nervous at what he would do. He rubbed her legs then removed her shoes. He looked content, happy, at ease with life. He rubbed her feet, using his fingers to massage deeply.

  “Oh, God that feels good.”

  “Gorgeous shoes, terrible on the feet.”

  “Definitely.”

  The front door opened and Black walked in. He set the wine on the table and dismissed himself quickly.

  “Does he ever feel?” Megan asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “He never smiles, never has an opinion. He’s kind of a scary dude.”

  Jensen laughed. “I pay him well. He does his job well. I don’t pry into his personal life and he doesn’t pry into mine. It’s been that way since I’ve known him.” He leaned forward and opened the wine, pouring the glasses half full. He handed one to Megan and picked his up. “Here is to the beginning of a wonderful night, and perhaps a wonderful relationship.”

  She forced a smile, clinking her glass to his. She took a sip before he took it from her and set them on the table. He seemed to sense her uneasiness.

  “Would you be more comfortable upstairs?”

  She nodded awkwardly. He handed the two glasses to her and kissed her intimately. As soon as she took the glasses, he hoisted her up into his arms. She held her hands up higher, trying to steady the wine as he carried her up to his bedroom. He carefully lay her on his bed and took his wine. Sitting on the bed, he took a swig and watched her drink hers so elegantly.

  “What do you think of it?”

  “It’s good. Really good.” She looked at it. “If I know any better, this was probably pretty expensive, huh?”

  “No. This bottle was only about £330.”

  “And that’s not expensive to you?”

  “When you have it, you don’t think about the cost of things.” He crawled up next to her and got close, laying his arm across her stomach. He finished his drink and reached across her, setting it on the small table next to the bed. He took hers and did the same. She held her breath when he quickly maneuvered his body on top of her, his arms framing her face, his kisses on her face.

  “Um,” she squirmed until he rolled off her.

  “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

  “I may…have never…done this before.” She looked away, embarrassed from her inexperience.

  He kissed her gently, caressing the side of her face with his thumb. “I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

  He continued to caress the side of her face, not making another move toward her until she was ready. She picked her head up off his pillow and closed the gap between them. Her eyes closed and she let her body feel him. She let her lips seek him out. She let her hands lead the way and show her it was okay to love him. When their lips connected, a gentle kiss followed. It lingered but didn’t let go. It grew more urgent as the seconds ticked by, slowly at first and then became a race against time. Her hands groped him, not getting enough. Her mouth opened, needing to devour him. She pressed her body against him, needing to be closer to him, needing to be inside him. She needed to crawl inside and stay forever. The nervous knots in her stomach turned to empty aches that she needed him to fill.

  “Love me, Jensen,” she whispered urgently. She tried to pull his shirt off but he wasn’t cooperating. When she became exasperated, she stopped and pulled back. She was panting, confused at his peculiar smile. “What?” she breathed. “Why are you smiling? Do you find this humorous?”

  He laughed from his throat and it was damned sexy. If Megan hadn’t been so furious with him, she would have told him so.

  “Are you picking on me?” she asked as she pulled away from him.

  “No,” he said still laughing. “I just think you are so damned cute.”

  “Cute. Great. I’m fucking cute.” She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of his bed. “I couldn’t be sexy or seductive. I’m just…cute!” she yelled.

  “Are you seriously getting angry because of this?” He scooted over to her and straddled her from behind. His fingertips cascaded up the sides of her arms causing her to shiver.

  “I wanted to be sexy for you,” she pouted.

  He moved her hair off her neck and pushed it to the side. His lips kissed her there. “I like cute better.” He kissed her again. “Anyone can be sexy,” he said, kissing her a little lower on her shoulder. She closed her eyes. “Not everyone can be like you.” He kissed her back. His fingers grabbed the zipper on her dress and slowly pulled it down as he kissed her lower. She leaned forward as she felt his fingers slide down her back where her dress used to be. She breathed and hummed when he pulled her back up toward him, her dress pulling away from her. His hands slid around her body and cupped her naked breasts and her breath caught. Her thoughts quickly went to the books. She looked up at the rows of stories on his shelves just in front of her and she smiled, remembering what he did to her in her dreams. She reached over her head and buried her fingers into his hair as he continuously kissed her neck and upper body.

  “Now,” he whispered, “you are sexy.” He pulled her backwards and lay her on the bed, quickly maneuvering himself over top of her. He sat up on his knees on each side of her and slowly pulled his shirt off. His eyes took in her features, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts, her stomach. “So beautiful.”

  She fought back the arousal she felt, wondering if she would end up as wet and sweaty as she was each morning in her bed. Those dreams she had, were more than she could handle and she started to worry that it would happen again, with him.

  “Relax,” he said. “Whatever you don’t want to do, just tell me. I’ll stop.”

  She nodded, still nervous but tried to relax and let it just happen. She watched him stand up off the bed and unbuckle his pants. With one motion, he pulled everything down and off his legs.

  Megan’s breath caught as she saw his everything for the first time. His body was in perfect shape. His manhood erect and massive. She took a deep breath and licked her lips. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  He walked toward her and she stopped him just before he got on the bed. She grazed her fingertips up his legs, feeling the muscle tone and fighting herself to take it slow. Her hands reached his ass and moved up over it, squeezing his perfect cheeks. She leaned forward and touched his cock on her cheek. The skin was soft and aroused her more when it touched her face. She looked up at him and saw his eyes glued to her every move. His mouth was open in anticipation and his breathing was a
little harder than normal.

  He likes this, she thought. She shyly protruded her tongue out of her mouth and licked the side of it. She heard him grunt softly. She opened her mouth and slid him inside scooting closer to the edge of the bed to get into a better position. She closed her mouth on him and slid him into her mouth further. She loved the feel of him there. She twirled her tongue around the head and pulled it out. She did the same maneuver again and again until he sounded like he was seething and suffering. She liked teasing him. It felt powerful. She opened her mouth and pulled him into her again, trying to take the entire cock in. When it hit the back of her throat, she started gagging and coughing.

  He picked her up and lay her on the bed, pulling her dress from her body. She tried not to feel insecure when he peeled her underwear from her as he watched them slide off her hips. He crawled over top of her, devouring her nipple in his mouth. He covered her other breast with his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She squirmed and squealed as the electricity from his touch ran rampant through her body. She felt his tongue trail from her breast down her stomach and over her pubic bone. Just as she picked up her head to look down at him, he had thrust her legs apart. She gasped and watched him move slowly. His hands massaged her thighs and his mouth covered the heart of her femininity. Everything he did, she could feel deep within. The tip of his tongue played on her flower like a playground causing her arousal to increase to an intensity she had never felt before. He grabbed her legs and pulled her into him deeper. She could feel him inside her, moving his tongue rapidly in and out. Her urgency peaked and just as she thought her body was going to explode, he stopped.

  “No, no, no, no…don’t stop. Please.” She sat up and tried to pull him into her again.

  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes hungry, a vindictive smile on his face. He pushed her back down on the bed and crawled on top of her. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the bed, kissing her hard. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, groaning as he did. She tasted her own juices on his mouth. All of the aspects he was throwing at her made her squirm and writhe underneath him. If she could have done it herself at that point she would have shoved her own fingers inside of her.

  “Tell me what you want,” he growled.

  “What?” She was breathless.

  He picked her arms up and slammed them back on the bed. “Tell me what you want,” he growled louder.

  “I…I want you.”

  “More. Be specific, Megan.” His eyes bore holes through her.

  “I want you inside me.”

  He buried his face into the crook of her neck.

  “I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me, Jensen. Dominate me like your books. I want….”

  He sat up quickly and she stopped, her eyes wide. Did she do it wrong? Did she say something stupid? He leaned over the bed and scooped something up off the floor. When he sat back up, he slid the belt he wore through his fingers, a grin on his face. Megan’s heart raced.

  “Put your hands up over your head.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, nervously.

  “If I have to tell you, I’ll put you over my knee and punish you.”

  Her mouth gaped open. “You wouldn’t.”

  He raised an eyebrow and broadened his smile.

  She put her hands over her head and watched as he tied them to the headboard with his belt.

  He leaned back down to the floor again and when he sat up, he ran his tie through his fingers the same way he did with his belt.

  “What…are you going to do with that?”

  “Do you really want me to tell you?”

  She shook her head no, slowly, keeping her eyes on his. Her mouth was dry and her body trembled. He slid the tie across her nipples and up over her arm, teasing her, watching her body squirm from his touch. He slid it over her eyes and tied it behind her head. She felt his lips on her cheek. He kissed, then whispered, “Are you okay?” She nodded. His lips kissed hers and lingered there a moment longer. She tried listening to him but couldn’t figure out what he was doing.

  “You are quiet,” she breathed. She couldn’t feel him any longer. She squirmed, trying to pull her hands free. “Jensen?”

  She felt something glide along her stomach, up to her breasts. Her nipples hardened tighter as it touched her there. It was cold, hard like steel. Being blindfolded made her body react more to each touch, each sound. She ached for him.

  Her back arched when the object slid down her stomach, between her legs and along her clitoris. The coldness against her button excited her and she picked her hips up toward it to get more, just as he pulled it away.

  “No,” she whispered desperately. She heard silence. She felt no movement from him. She lay still, turning her head to the side straining to hear something. She sighed, feeling frustrated. She felt the bed move next to her and then his body covered hers. His lips crushed hers and he was kissing her urgently. His tongue darted into her mouth, swirling around her tongue. She moaned, wanting more, pressing her body into his. She opened her legs and pushed her hips up into him repeatedly until he pushed himself inside her. With one quick movement, he was deep within her. He stopped moving and let their bodies pulse together with each heartbeat. She could feel her muscles grow thicker, her arousal changed to an orgasm slowly bubbling to the surface. She tried holding back but it was useless. He pulled the blindfold off her face and looked into her eyes as he slowly fucked her, feeling her orgasm reach its peak. His breathing got ragged and his body stiffened as he slammed into her repeatedly. She pulled against the restraints that bound her, feeling her body give in to the waves crashing through her. The last thing she remembered was her hands being freed and his arms encircling her.

  Megan jerked her head awake and looked around. She was lost for a few seconds until the familiarity of the room seeped into her sleepy mind. She turned toward Jensen and saw him sitting there, watching her. She shyly covered her head with her arm and blushed.

  “You look beautiful in the morning.” He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

  “Stop it. I do not.” She said blushing harder. She pushed the covers back that somehow covered her body in the night and tried to get up out of his bed. He leaped toward her and pulled her back in, kissing her breast and caressing her neck.

  “Don’t go. Make love to me again, Megan.”

  She tried rolling away from him. “I can’t. You killed my body last night. I’m so sore and achy.”

  “Well, I know just the remedy for that.” He pounced out of bed and scooped her up in his arms. She squealed and giggled as he danced across the room and into his bathroom. He set her on the chair and started a bath. He trailed kisses up her leg to her inner thigh as the water filled the oversized tub.

  He picked her up off the chair and gently placed her into the tub. She felt the hot water prickle against her skin. He slid into the tub behind her and wrapped his arms around her, washing her skin with a large loofah and kissing her shoulder.

  “Go out with me?” he asked.

  “What?” She laughed. “We just went out, last night. Don’t you remember? There was this big charity ball?”

  “As my lover, as my girlfriend. I want to take you out.”

  She smiled big. “Okay.”

  The restaurant he chose wasn’t one she would have expected. It wasn’t elaborate or expensive.

  “This is a favorite of mine. I usually dine here alone, to get away from things.”

  “It’s perfect,” she glowed.

  Just as they sat down, she looked around the dimly lit room and saw a man she thought looked familiar. He stood at the bar on the other side of the room, having a drink with an attractive woman. She pointed to him and tilted her head. She couldn’t quite see his face.

  “I think I know him.”

  Jensen turned around and scoffed. “You do. So much for getting away from things.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Tristan
Crawford.”

  “Oh, yeah. The guy at your office.”

  “And at the ball. Yes. I’d rather not gain his attention tonight if it’s okay.”

  “It’s fine with me.” She turned to look at him one last time before dismissing it and he caught her gaze just before turning away. “Oops. He saw me.”

  “It’s okay. A few friendly words won’t do any harm.”

  She smiled as Tristan approached them. “Tristan, hello again,” she said.

  “You look radiant this evening. What brings you out?” He didn’t even look at Jensen.

  “Having a quiet dinner together.”

  “Oh, yes,” he said, giving Jensen a fleeting glance. “You never gave me that dance you promised me.”

  “Maybe some other time.” She could tell Jensen didn’t want him there so she tried to keep conversation short.

  “Enjoy your meal.” He smiled at her, turned and walked back to his own date.

  Megan leaned in and whispered. “Why don’t you like him? He seems genuine, very sweet.”

  “Let’s just say there is a bit of a bad blood that runs between us.”

  After they ordered and drank a glass of wine together, Megan excused herself to the ladies room. As she went in she turned to look at Jensen and saw him looking back at her. She smiled, realizing she was completely into him. She wondered how a woman could be this happy. When she came back out, she ran into Tristan, unexpectedly.

  “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

  “I was waiting for you.”

  She looked at him curiously. “Why?”

  “I have been trying to get you alone to talk to you since the day I met you.”

  She felt awkward and looked over toward Jensen, but his seat was empty.

  “Don’t tell me you and that gaffe are an item,” he said.

  “I…um.” Before she could say anything remotely intelligent, he leaned toward her, taking her hand and kissing it. His eyes penetrated hers and it made her stomach feel funny. He stumbled backwards when Jensen came out of nowhere. Jensen pulled his arm back and punched Tristan square in the jaw. Megan squealed and jumped out of the way, as he fell to the floor. “Jensen! Why did you do that? He was just being friendly.” She ran over to him and tried to help him up. Tristan jerked away from her, rubbing his jaw and got up on his own. He glared at Jensen and pushed through him toward the bar.