Bound (Forbidden #1)(20)
Author: Melody Anne

He pushed that uncomfortable thought aside. So what if he had to fire her? He had no use for a willful woman. He’d chosen Jewell so he could be the one to train her, break her. He liked that he got to be the first man to take her from the escort agency.

As she picked up the bag, a shudder passed through her, making him smile. Every time she shifted, the toy moved, sending shock waves through her. He also controlled the remote that set it to vibration any time he was in the mood to give her a good jolt.

Wriggling in his seat, he welcomed the pulsing of his arousal, the hard state he’d been in all day. Because when he finally sheathed himself inside her, it would be like coming home.

She brought the bag over and stood next to him, waiting to see what he wanted her to do with it. When he did nothing but look at her, she shifted on her feet and then winced.

“Place the bag on the floor and then straddle my lap, but don’t sit down entirely,” he said, then cleared his throat. Desire was heavy in his voice.

“Like this?”

“Oh yes,” he said as she stretched her legs wide, her breasts now perfectly level with his face, her nipples peeking out at him — and peaking, too! — above the corset.

He trailed his hands up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, and along the alluring indent of her waist, then ran them over the fullness of her beautiful breasts. The passion shining in her eyes was more than enough thanks for his attentions.

“Dance for me, Jewell.”

She froze as she looked down at him. “I…I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do. Move your body against mine. Make me want no woman but you.” He gripped her hips and guided her.

She started slowly, her hips swaying as her feet stayed firmly planted. Then, after a moment, her eyes closed and she lifted her hands above her head, her upper body swaying as her knees dipped and she lowered herself, resting her backside on his thighs for only an instant, an instant that had him going from hard to complete steel.

When she stepped back from him, pressing her hand briefly against his chest for balance and then letting go, he nearly protested until she turned around, showing him her delicious derrière as she undulated before him, her sweet curves screaming at him, almost ordering him to take her.

When she bent forward, sticking her ass high in the air while spreading her legs and swinging her hips again, he felt himself begin to rise involuntarily from his seat. He needed to take her right this very minute. He somehow forced himself to sit back down, but he had to grip the bottom of his chair just to hold himself in place. He did have a motive for waiting — he needed to see how far she would take this dance.

Standing back up, she turned her head and looked back at him, desire a blinding light in her eyes, her expression one of both arousal and innocence. Yeah, right. He shook that off. It was an act, and she was very good at it. Still, by going along with her pretense of being untouched, he found himself wanting her even more. But before he could say a word, she turned her head away.

Don’t be a fool, he said to himself. He’d discovered her at what was basically a brothel, and he’d bought her services. She was far from innocent — no woman was, when it came down to it. And he really wanted to come down to it.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, hating the slight edge of weakness she was causing him to feel.

She ceased her dance for a second, and a shudder passed down her spine. Good. This was better. He needed to keep her guessing what he would ask her to do next. With her back still toward him, she lifted her hands. And he watched her loosen her bustier and let it fall to the floor.

His arousal throbbed painfully.

“Turn around.”

She did as he asked, her hands up, covering her beautiful breasts as she swung her hips, continuing the dance that was just for him.

“Come here.”

She stepped forward, standing in front of his opened thighs, her minuscule skirt hiding nothing from him.

“Closer.”

She was shaking as she stepped up flush against his body, her breasts right by his mouth but still covered by her hands. Nearly shaking too, he gripped those hands, and pulled them away. He barely stopped a moan from escaping his mouth as he took in the sight of her hardened nipples. He needed a taste.

“I’m going to take you long and slow, and all through the night. I’m going to pleasure us both, but don’t ever forget why you’re here. Your pleasure is mine. I own it.”

Her gasp of arousal was his reward. As he pulled her down onto his lap, he knew that he was done playing. He needed her, and he needed her now.

Chapter Twelve

Jewell could tell she was on the verge of an incredible orgasm. Blake had taken her mouth greedily while he ran his hands down her back and pulled her against his thick arousal. Her dance movements had made the little vibrating toy inside her keep changing position, and she was dripping with desire as she sat on his lap.

His kiss took her breath away and made her body ache. Yes, she was doing this because she’d been forced into it, but it wasn’t turning out to be a hardship. If she was going to give up her virginity, she had a feeling that this man was a good person to lose it to.

He made her burn, made her want him with nothing but a look from his smoldering eyes. He was cynical and demanding, but he was passionate and strong, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t want to bring this song and dance they were doing to its foregone conclusion.

His mouth left hers, allowing her to take in a needed breath of air — not that it stayed long in her lungs. He moved to her breasts, and as he sucked one pebbled nipple before nipping it gently, she tried to gulp in oxygen, but found that she just couldn’t do it.

When he shifted to the other side, and licked the sensitive bud at the same time as he ground his hips against her swollen core, she quit trying to hold back the pleasure that was consuming her. Her muscles tensed, and she cried out as she felt the pure bliss of release.

As she quivered in his arms, he sucked harder on her nipple, drawing out her orgasm to what felt like infinity. When it was over, she sagged forward against his chest, too weak even to move and thankful that his arms were holding her up. Sleep beckoned to her.

“We aren’t done, Jewell,” he whispered, his breath fanning her neck.

“I…I…can’t do any…more.”

“Oh, Jewell, you can and you will. You’ve been pleasured all day — I’ve watched you come over and over again. Now it’s my turn. Now you get to please me.”