The Billionaire’s Wife (The Billionaire’s Wife #1)(8)
Author: Ava Claire

My nostrils flared uncontrollably as I nodded. "Yes sir. Please."

A smile lifted one side of his mouth when I gasped as he dropped all pretenses and cupped my pussy with his hand. His ring finger rested on my slit.

"As incredible as your body is and how much pleasure you give me, your little stunt can’t go unpunished." He slipped inside me, a finger on my swollen bundle of nerves, then he denied me. "I’ll be lenient on you. In fact, I’ll let you pick your punishment."

"How generous," I muttered, before I caught myself and dropped my gaze. I brought my eyes back up to meet his, biting my lip. “Sorry.”

His eyes narrowed, but amusement burned like fire as he outlined my cheek with his finger, then dusted my hair over my shoulders. "I could just bend you over the desk and spank you if that’s what you prefer."

"No sir," I blurted. Practically shouted. I winced and lowered my volume several notches. "I’ll pick my punishment." Heat dominated my cheeks, my body as he circled me slowly. Waiting.

Picking my punishment wasn’t nearly as kind as you’d think. It was like picking my poison. Whatever I chose would be just as painful as it was pleasurable. Spanking. Teasing.

I gasped. Teasing.

I licked my lips and gave him my answer. "I want to be teased. To be so close to release. So out of control that I can’t stand it—then you pull me back. Build me up, let me taste your bliss, then take it away. Until you’re ready for me to climax," I added, trying to keep my voice level and unassuming. I didn’t want him to see the real punishment that I’d just handed him on a silver plate.

But Jacob’s low chuckle saw right through that. "If I believe you’re deserving of a climax that is."

Crap.

I knew he meant it playfully, but the thoughts I kept at bay stormed back to the surface. The memory of being so tangled up in him, so free, then shot right out of the sky, left wondering if I did something wrong.

Stop it, I ordered myself, locking my hands behind my back. Benefit of the doubt, remember? So I stood there, finding his eye when he circled back around. Aching for his touch. Wishing that I had asked him for a spanking, because the slices of pain were always met with overwhelming pleasure. And then he had to feel what he did to me with his fingers. With his cock.

I slouched, the minutes ticking by, and he still hadn’t touched me. And then I realized that I wasn’t waiting for the starting bell to ring. It rang the moment he started circling me. He was teasing me every time our eyes met; every time he denied me his touch.

When his fingers brushed my lower back I trembled, a moan trapped behind my clenched teeth. When he rounded back to the front, his fingers strummed my nipples. The echo of his pinch turned the gentlest of touches into a blow that ripped a moan from my throat, my core begging for more. Already begging for release that he clearly had no intention of giving me anytime soon.

I pouted and he paused, his lips fluttering over mine. Letting me taste the salt of his skin for a heartbeat. Reminding me to breathe—and that he wanted me just as badly.

His lips wandered over my jaw, then hovered at my ear. "Spread your legs."

I stepped out, wide, hyper aware of the way my juices clung to me. He inhaled the fragrance of my arousal like it was the sweetest of perfumes. He cupped my sex again, this time spreading my lips and sliding his fingers into my warmth. I groaned, throwing my head back as he pumped in and out of me, his eyes filled with lust, lips parted like he was breathing in my moans. Once my entire body began to shake, he pulled from me, circling around behind me.

It was probably a good thing too because he missed my frown.

I wanted more, damn it. I wanted to throw myself to the floor and kick and scream until he let me come, and I wanted more of the teasing at the same time. This D/s dynamic fulfilled the void in me that craved domination. It loved the challenge in giving my body and my pleasure over to Jacob.

His arms encircled me, holding me close. So close that there was no question that he was dying to have me too. So close that our heartbeats synced and our chests rose and fell in sync.

"Punishing you is punishing me," he said thickly. His fingers sank back inside me. He knew just where to push. Just where to linger. How deep to go and twitch to make me lose my mind.

"Jacob," I whimpered, wanting more. Needing it.

"Tell me to fuck you," he said hoarsely. He pumped in and out of me, my whole body a sea of raw nerve endings that felt every last stroke.

"Fuck me, Jacob."

He whisked me to the sitting area, and I smiled when I realized we were coming full circle. He pulled off his shirt and discarded his pants, dropping them beside the chaise. The chaise he’d ordered me to lounge on when he first hired me. When he’d commanded that I relax and touch myself for him.

He had a different request now. "On your hands and knees. Ass towards me."

I obeyed his command, bursting with excitement. His hand rounded the curve of my bottom and I braced myself to be spanked, but the strike didn’t come. His other hand gripped my other hip and he teased me with his cock. He drew it up and down my slit, letting me feel just how close he was. Reminding me that he was the gatekeeper of my ecstasy.

And then he took me.

His first stroke was swift, filling me up. Stretching me around the thick bulge of him. He drew out of me, then punched back inside. Feeling me. Completing me. Tearing all the air from my lungs.

I spread wider, giving him all of me. I rocked back to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips as he took us closer to bliss. Every part of me felt alive, breathing it in, consumed by the ecstasy that only Jacob could give me.

I reached the edge, my climax dangerously close to rebellion. Control was quickly becoming impossible. I couldn’t hold it back much longer.

"Jacob," I moaned. Begged. "Please let me come."

"Come for me baby," he said huskily. "I want to feel you. Only you."

I let go and my whole world was this feeling. I was free falling into my climax, letting it consume me as my body squeezed him. He went rigid, then I felt the warmth of him flowing inside me. I was finally whole again.

Still catching my breath, I dropped to the chaise. I felt so open. So exposed to him that I took it a step further. After all, I could always blame the question on post-sex delirium.

"I overheard your conversation with your mom the other day." I picked at my nails, trying to act nonchalant. "Is everything alright?"

He didn’t answer for a long, painful moment. I pulled my attention from pretending that it wasn’t a big deal, ready to face him and be held accountable for kinda sorta snooping. I didn’t even care, I just wanted to get it all out in the open.