Crash into Me (Heart of Stone #1)(16)
Author: K.M. Scott

"Good. I want you to sit on the large ottoman in the middle of the room."

I did as he desired. "I’m sitting, Tristan."

"Good. Lean back and lie down."

I did as he ordered, loving the sound of his deep voice telling me what to do. "Okay."

"I want you to close your eyes and think about how it felt with my mouth on your pussy."

An involuntary moan escaped from my throat at the sound of his words entering my ears. This was the most he’d ever spoken to me, other than telling me about his plans for his house, and I loved hearing him talk like this.

"I love the taste of your juices on my tongue, Nina. Do you want me to make you come like that again?"

"Yes," I whimpered as I remembered his mouth on my body taking me to such exquisite heights of pleasure.

"Or would you prefer me to fuck you, my cock buried deep in your cunt?"

"God, yes," I answered breathlessly.

"I wish I could be there right now, Nina. I want to fuck you until you cry out in ecstasy, loud enough for the Le Ciel women to know what I’ve done to you."

I wished he could too. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips touching mine as he brought me to the edge of everything my body wanted and held me as I tumbled over that precipice.

"Since I can’t, I want you to slide your fingers inside your panties and finger that pretty cunt for me, Nina. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," I answered quietly as my hand moved down my body and below my panties. My finger slid through my soft folds and easily found its way inside, as he’d commanded.

"Imagine my tongue gently dragging over your clit. I love the feel of it on the tip of my tongue, Nina. It’s swollen and eager for me to take it into my mouth and suck on until all those tender nerve endings explode in your orgasm."

As he spoke his sensual words, my finger rubbed in tiny circles over my excited clit, creating soft waves of sensation that felt almost as good as his mouth had on me.

"But I want to feel you surrounding my cock, the soft walls of your cunt gripping me tight as I slide in and out of your willing body. You’re sitting on top of me, riding my cock as you’ve never done with any other man."

"Yes," I whimpered as my fingers moved faster over my pussy. "Yes."

"Bend down and kiss me, Nina. Bring that beautiful mouth to mine and let me feel your kiss while I fuck you. You’re getting close, aren’t you?" he whispered low into my ear.

"Yes."

"Not yet, Nina. You can’t come yet."

I slowed my finger’s movement against my clit to stop from coming, loving the feel of holding off until he told me I could.

"I slide my hands over that pretty ass and squeeze as my cock slides into your needy cunt again. Tell me what you want, Nina. Say it."

My finger slid over my clit again, sending a spike of pleasure through my body, and I whispered, "Fuck me."

"Louder, Nina."

"Fuck me," I said in my normal voice.

"I want to hear it louder. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Nina."

In a voice no doubt loud enough for anyone outside the dressing room door to hear, I said on a near sob, "Fuck me! Tristan, I want to come. Please fuck me."

"You feel so fucking good on my cock, Nina. Time for good girls to come. Let me hear you come for me, Nina."

My finger circled tightly on my swollen and needy clit as my thighs began to tremble. I moaned softly as the first curl of pleasure came over my body, opening my legs wider as my orgasm took over.

"Oh, God! Yes, don’t stop!" I cried as every inch of me shook from my powerful release.

"I love hearing you like that," he moaned as the final quakes of my orgasm waned. "Thank you, Nina."

Feeling almost boneless, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, loving how good he made me feel. "I’ve never done anything like that before," I quietly confessed as I sat up and looked around to see if anyone was standing outside the door.

"There’s that honesty that I love in you. Maybe we’ll do something like this again. Would you like that?"

His voice made me want to do something like that again right now. "Yes." Needing to know what this was to him, if anything, I asked, "Tristan, this isn’t how you are with all your employees, is it?"

The question sounded silly as soon as I heard the words out loud, but when he chuckled on the other end, I didn’t feel so stupid.

"No, I don’t have phone sex with anyone else who works for me, Nina. But you’re not like my ordinary employees. Now I want you to buy the clothes I picked out and whatever else you like and I’ll see you back at the house later."

"I can’t go back upstate, Tristan. I don’t have any of my things I need if I’m going to be away for more than one night," I protested. "I need to go home to get some stuff."

The phone went silent for a long time and when he finally spoke, his tone was markedly colder than I’d ever heard from him. "Nina, you signed a contract to work for me. For the next six months, if I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?"

His words stung and all the frustration I’d experienced days earlier because of his behavior bubbled up inside me. "Are you saying I have to obey you twenty-four hours a day for six whole months?"

"Nina, everything comes with a price. This was part of the deal clearly spelled out in the contract that you signed."

I sat there stunned. "What are you saying? I’m some prostitute you paid to have for half a year?" Suddenly, all the clothes hanging around the dressing room looked ugly, like everything about this made me feel ugly.

"Nina, you wanted a job where you could show off your skills and love of art. I wanted to give you that. I’m willing to make sure you have the clothes required for the position and many other things that can make you happy, and all I ask is that you agree to a few simple things to make me happy. I have a contract that stipulates you’re obliged to do these things, but I’d love to think that you want to make me as happy as I want to make you."

What was I supposed to say to that? I’d been foolish in not reading the entire contract, and now I was going to be forced to pay the price. As I gathered up the clothes to take them to the register, I told myself there were worse ways to spend a few months.

At least I’d be getting paid handsomely to be someone’s indentured servant.

Chapter Six

The driver carried the almost $10,000 worth of clothes Tristan had purchased for me into the house and disappeared like Rogers had hours earlier. I stood in the foyer unsure of where I was supposed to go and feeling no better after stewing over the situation all the way home.