Persuasion Skills

by Laurel Cremant

  Heat flared in his gaze as he flexed his hips against hers. They both moaned at the sensation. The need to kiss him burned through her. Grunting in frustration, she reached for him again.

  “Jax, please.”

  Nothing was quick about his kiss this time around. His mouth came down on hers hungry and demanding. She opened her mouth on a sigh eager to taste him. He sucked her tongue, making her hips grind against him, seeking some form a relief for the building ache between her thighs.

  The kiss ended way too soon in her opinion—a whimper escaping her lips when he pulled abruptly away. He leaned up between her legs and looked down at her, his eyes flaring wide and his breaths coming out in harsh pants.

  Reaching down, he began slowly slipping the buttons open on her long shirt.

  “I still have Plan B to follow through on.”

  Goose-bumps trickled down her body as one by one each button was freed.

  “Plan B?”

  He nodded his head slowly, his gaze tracing the flesh he revealed. For the first time, she appreciated the lack of underwear he’d provided her. Her naked nipples tightened underneath his scrutiny.

  “Yes. After much deliberation, I realized today that it may have been time to try another strategy with you.”

  She sucked in a deep breath when he reached out and caressed a long finger between her breasts, swirling down to her navel, leaving behind a trail of prickled, wanting heat.

  When his finger flicked down and popped open the button of her jeans, she couldn’t help her hips from jerking up and seeking his hardness.

  Her hiss of breath matched his grunt at the contact.

  “Well, since you already have me, how about you table the plan and play with me?” she asked, deliberately grinding against the length trapped between her thighs.

  All she wanted was to have him inside of her again. She wanted them locked together knowing that he loved her, knowing that she could hold him close.

  “No, I think you may still need some convincing. I’ve already told you how much I want you, but I know how much you love solid proof,” he said with a wicked smile and a look of pure determination set on his face.

  He stilled her movements with a hard grip on her hips, his other hand working quickly at unfastening her pants.

  She let out a frustrated groan when he forced her grip on him to loosen. He scooted back slightly and removed her jeans, throwing them to the floor, leaving her open and bare beneath him.

  His heated gaze narrowed on her open pussy only made her squirm more, anticipation flooding her already wet core.

  “There’s that mole again,” he said gruffly. He reached out and gripped her hips, tilting them up for a more thorough perusal.

  His thumbs dipped down and rubbed at the juncture of her thighs before pressing firmly towards her center, pinching the lips of her sex together. The action forced pressure on her already aching clit.

  “Jax—”

  “So perfect,” he said staring down at her as if in a trance.

  “I’ve been imagining how you taste, Pep.”

  He pressed down and moved his thumbs apart, spreading her open. The abrupt loss of pressure had her trembling. She could feel her whole sex throbbing.

  “Would you be spicy or sweet?”

  He lifted his gaze to hers as he stroked a finger down her center and rested it at her opening.

  She shook her head silently, unable to speak. The walls of her sex were eagerly contracting. She knew he could feel the strumming against his finger.

  “Or maybe a bit of both,” he said, finally plunging his finger deep.

  He groaned as she cried out, canting her hips up and wrapping her legs around his hips. She clamped the muscles of her sex around him, pumping fiercely.

  “But there is one little thing I need to take care of first.”

  He pulled his fingers out abruptly, lifted her slightly and flipped her onto her stomach.

  “Jax, what are—”

  “Someone here has earned themselves a spanking,” he said as he moved to her side,

  He pulled her hips up and settled them on his splayed thighs. The feel of his hard cock digging into her side had her squirming and her core flooding in anticipation.

  “Damn, but I love the way you look right now,” he said gruffly, lightly palming her butt.

  “So pretty and soft.”

  His fingers drifted slowly down the crease of her ass before lightly stroking the lips of her pussy.

  She couldn’t speak. Her whole body was focused on the progress of his fingers. She wanted them back inside of her. Better yet, she wanted his cock buried in her to the hilt.

  “Jax, please.”

  “Hmmm, did you say something, Pep?”

  She could hear the smile in his voice, as she tugged at the cuffs holding her bound.

  His fingers slid her lips open and settled at the opening of her pussy, but still not venturing further. She whimpered and shoved her hips up.

  “Sadist!”

  His hand moved away completely and landed down on her ass in a hard smack. She sucked in her breath as pain radiated along her backside and settled as a wicked burn in her pussy.

  “Most definitely,” he said chuckling.

  He placed a hand on her back, restricting her movement further as he continued to spank her. He landed several more blows before his fingers drifted back to her dripping sex.

  “And it looks like you’re a masochist,” he said before plunging his fingers deep.

  “Fuck you!” she yelled out between harsh breaths.

  The hand holding her down moved across her back, curved over her side and began to fondle one of her aching nipples.

  “Soon,” he said, “but not yet, honey. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

  She moaned against him, clenching her pussy around his fingers. She took solace in the wetness she felt at her side, knowing his cock was leaking pre-cum, just as eager to be inside her as she was to welcome him there.

  A whimper left her lips when he withdrew his fingers again. His hand swooshed back down and began spanking her again.

  Each smack was accompanied by a twist or pinch of fingers on her nipples. Each lick of pain was followed by a rush of pleasure so intense, they melded into one.

  Her pussy shivered with each harsh stoke of his hand. Her body was screaming and reaching towards orgasm, but just as she felt the delicious tightening of her core begin, he stopped.

  She screeched in protest when he pulled his hands away and rolled her back over.

  “Now that wasn’t so bad now, was it? A little discipline is good for the soul.”

  He settled back between her thighs with a smile, thrusting his fingers back inside her gushing sex.

  If he wanted to play games, then she was going to make damn sure she gave as much as she got.

  “I’ve always wanted to taste you, too,” she said, her breathing labored and desperate. “I used to watch you sit back in meetings and wonder what your cock would taste like in my mouth.”

  He hissed in a breath and circled her clit with his thumb.

  “You’re playing dirty, Pep. I have a plan to stick to here. How many times?”

  His words came out in a harsh demand, making her lips curl up in a smile.

  “All of the time. Every time. I wanted to crawl between your legs, take you into my mouth, and have you explode down my throat.”

  She was trembling all around him now, pumping hard against his hand, so close to the edge of coming.

  “I’ve imagined trapping you at your desk, stripping down for you and feeding you my breasts, begging you to suck them.”

  He let out a guttural cry before doing just that, leaning down and sucking her right nipple hard and deep.

  A deep moan ripped from her throat at the wet heat of his mouth. Her plan was to make him snap, but she hadn’t counted on her dirty talk taking her to the brink so quickly.

  He released her nipple and licked between her breasts.
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  “More.” His words rasped against her skin before he engulfed her other nipple in his mouth greedily, biting lightly before sucking firmly.

  She shut her eyes again and rolled her head back and forth against the bed sheets. She couldn’t respond, struggling to breathe past her need, grinding her hips uncontrollably against him.

  He pulled his hand from her core, and she whimpered at the loss.

  “Jax, please!”

  The sound of ripping foil filled the air, making her sigh with relief. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her thighs, stroking a condom down his hard length.

  He placed the crown of his cock against her sex, circling the tip slowly against her throbbing clit.

  “More!”

  “I—I’ve thought about you bending me over your desk, spreading my legs, and—”

  Her cry mingled with his as he thrust deep. The pressure building inside her burst, pulling her down in a wave of pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure she would ever breathe again.

  “Fuck!”

  There was no finesse in his thrusts. He looped his arms beneath her knees and spread her wider, hammering into her. She could only tremble around him, wanting each stroke to be harder and deeper.

  It was her turn for demands.

  “More,” she shouted out, not wanting her pleasure to end.

  A deep growl rumbled from his chest. He leaned down, forcing her legs forward and tilting her hips up even more. The new angle forced him deeper into her aching sex. His lips fell on hers, licking and biting, demanding her submission, demanding pure dominance.

  She let him have it, knowing that they would both be rewarded in the end.

  His dick swelled and throbbed inside her with each stroke.

  He pumped into her wildly, his pace growing faster and more determined. She arched up beneath him, absorbing each thrust, bringing her closer and closer to another release. He slicked a hand between their bodies, pinching her clit hard before thrusting deep again and again.

  She screamed as she splintered apart in her orgasm, dimly aware of his growl of release as he thrust home one more time.

  It was several minutes before their breathing returned to normal.

  He moaned softly and rolled to her side.

  “That was most definitely not Plan B,” he said.

  She rasped out a laugh and tugged at her bound hands.

  “Play-time’s over, Jax. I want to hold you.”

  He leaned over the side of the bed and fumbled around a bit before reappearing with the key. He shook his head at her and unlocked the handcuffs, gingerly rubbing her arms to help with any soreness.

  With her arms finally free, she snaked her hands around his neck and pulled him close.

  “I think I’ve loved you forever, you know,” she whispered.

  “Is forever as long as always?” He leaned down and placed a soft sweet kiss on hers lips. “If not, then I think I’ve got you beat,” he said when he lifted his head.

  “You could have saved us both a lot of frustration, you know. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

  “I did.”

  Yeah, right. She could feel her face pull down in a frown.

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “I told you yesterday,” he said calmly, looking at her as if she lacked a fully functioning memory.

  She thought back to the conversations they had yesterday, but didn’t recall him saying he loved her.

  Shaking her head at him she said, “You need to learn how to be more explicit, then.”

  Okay, wrong choice of words, she thought as a wicked grin lit his face.

  “Do you know how much planning went into getting you here?” he asked. “I’m talking months of research.”

  “Well, lucky for you I’m great at improvising,” she said, trying to bring him down for another kiss, but he broke her hold.

  She sat up when he turned away from her. He pulled open the bedside table and retrieved his journal.

  Facing her once again, he flipped the book open on a black ribbon bookmark. He placed the pages open on her lap.

  “Plan B.”

  Not sure what to expect, she glanced down, and her breath caught at the first diagram sketched out on the page.

  She traced the image of her spread out on the bed, mesmerized by Jax’s imagination.

  There was a series of notes listed below the picture, each one causing her pussy to swell and throb back to life.

  She looked up into Jax’s heated gaze and gulped.

  “This was your Plan B?”

  He nodded at her. God help her, there was nothing sexier than a man with a plan.

  She leaned back on the bed and raised her hands back up to the headboard.

  “Well, I always believe in allowing someone to thoroughly argue their case,” she said.

  He gave her a wolfish grin before snapping the handcuffs back in place.

  “Now, about that mole…”

  The End

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