I’M STILL IN MY MEETING. With the first passing hour, my excitement rose, knowing Jensen would be on pins and needles, anticipating my next move. The erotic image of her flushed cheeks at each possibility. I expected this meeting to be quick, but then another hour goes by, and I’m still stuck in this conference room. My fingers tap profusely on the long oak table. I stare at my right hand, remembering my finger deep inside her cunt. Her sweetness coating my finger. The taste of her. It was like no other.
I need this meeting to end.
“Mr. Cross, the numbers seem right. I suggest taking the deal. I haven’t seen anything come through this solid since we started.” Jeffery Simmons, my lawyer, sits across from me, showing me what he’s collected.
I know what the numbers look like. Good, but not good enough. I abruptly stand. “No. Keep looking. Come back when you have better numbers for me.” Simmons stands with me and shakes my hand. He knows not to say another word.
Walking out of the conference room, I head straight to my office. Glancing at my watch, I realize it’s been almost three hours. If she defied me and left, I have no problem sending Fredrick to retrieve her. I’m far from done with her for today.
Unable to get upstairs fast enough, I’m finally pushing open the door to my office, and take in the savory view of her bare legs. Satisfied, I walk over, finding her fast asleep.
“Jensen.” I rest my hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her, but she doesn’t budge. A soft, little snore echoes through my office. “Jensen,” I say again, but she’s dead to the world. Doesn’t this girl sleep? I think back, and admittedly, she’s been in my presence the past few days till dawn. I know her schedule, due to the tracking I put on the phone, and it doesn’t sit unmoving in her dorm long after she returns home.
I look at my watch again. There are only a few hours before the club opens and I need to oversee some new member invitations. My initial instinct is to wake her. Possibly with my cock in her mouth. I smile at the mental visual of her wide and wrapped around me. Her feisty tongue, her pouty lips, the little sounds of pleasure that leave her mouth. I could have easily broken her the first night. Defiled her in ways that would have left her sore for weeks. My cock jolts in my slacks at the thought of all the ways. But there was something about her that made me want to keep her dangling on the edge of innocent and mine.
I shake my head to break from my thoughts. Mine. Maybe Fredrick is right about her. There’s not a doubt she’s a liability for the club. Her age alone should have me backing far away from her. The file Fredrick collected warned me she was only eighteen. I was hitting thirty-four. Her innocence hungered me but fucking her now was out of the question.
I stare at her chest rising and falling.
From the short amount of time I’ve spent with her, there’s no hiding just how inexperienced she is. The way her body shakes with all the unknown sensations I create for her. I would bet all are new to her as well. I never said I was a good man. Therefore, I still plan on having fun with her. It’s been way too long since someone has captured my attention the way she does. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it.
I take one last look at her before getting back to the floor when I notice her phone lighting up in her lap. I reach for it and scroll through the messages on her screen. She wasn’t lying when she said she had a problem with some little shits. The messages are rude and cruel. Threatening. My jaw clenches tightly as I scroll through the messages. I’m baring my teeth by the last one. I click on it, but it requests her password to see the full message. Rage boils inside me at the nerve of anyone who messes with what’s mine. She’s just a toy to you, asshole. But is she? I make a mental note to investigate the person harassing her and take care of it. I need her full attention. I can’t have her distracted.
Leaving her to sleep, I gather the paperwork I need and step out of my office, locking the door from the outside. She won’t be able to leave, even if she wants to.
I’m exhausted by the time I walk into my loft. The night went off without a hitch. No problems I’ve been made aware of. Jensen remained dead to the world, which was disappointing. Her damn open mouth asked for trouble from a man like me all night. My thoughts stayed dark. The need to drop everything and follow through with my fantasy of waking her up with my throbbing cock kept me on edge. I carried her to my loft around three in the morning, and she didn’t even budge. A small nudge of guilt hit me knowing I was the cause of her exhaustion. I placed her in my bed and finished out the rest of my night.
The morning sun is beginning to peek in through the shades. I unbutton my dress shirt and toss my suit coat over my chair, taking in the sight in my bed. When I brought her up here, I took it upon myself to undress her down to the red lingerie she wore so well. She’s lying on her back, her legs sprawled out, her arms stretched above her head. There’s no denying it. She looks sexy as fuck.
I step out of my pants, working around my hard on, and toss them with the rest of my clothes. My eyes never leave the spot where the see-through red lace barely covers her pussy. Damn, she’s a sight. I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around her and suck her hard until she’s quivering around my tongue. I step up to my bed and lift my knee to crawl up to her. “Jensen,” I call for her. I dip my head, bringing my lips to her ankle.
“Time to get up, pet.” I place two soft kisses up her leg. This is exactly the distraction I need after the long night. Simmons’ numbers still linger in the back of my mind. He needs to find a better deal. A better reason for me to walk away. I open my mouth wider, kissing the back of her calf. Her skin is so damn smooth. Another lick and a bite to her flesh has her squirming in her sleep.
“Wake up, Jensen. I need you awake when I eat your pussy raw.” I wonder if she can feel my growing smile as I brush my lips against her skin. She begins stirring with each caress of my mouth. “God, your skin is like silk against my tongue.”
Little muffles fall from her mouth. “Damien,” she moans. My cock jumps at the thought of her dreaming about me.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I kiss her inner knee.
“Damien,” she says again. Her eyes are still closed. Her legs become restless. She lowers her arms and drags her fingers down her belly. Fuck, if she starts fondling herself, I’m gonna fucking lose it. Her hands make it to the base of her pubic bone, my name falling off her lips once again.
“I want your fingers inside you. Now,” I demand. The need to see her fuck herself is blinding me. I sit back, taking my hands and clamping down on her thighs. “Now, Jensen.” I’m about to lose it. She’s still half asleep, but I can’t wait. I dip my head as her eyes begin to blink open.
“Good morn—”
She screams.
And then cocks her leg back and releases, kick-punching me in the eye.
Her strength surprises me as she sends me flying backward off the bed. “Christ!” I holler, hitting the floor, holding my eye.
“Holy shit, Damien? Where—what—wh—”
“What the fuck, Jensen?” I stand, cupping my stinging face.
She looks confused. “I’m sorry, I…you startled me. I didn’t realize where I was. Speaking of, how did I get up here?” She looks around. Her eyes lower to her attire and she realizes she’s only dressed in the lingerie. She jumps forward grabbing the bedsheet to cover herself. “Why don’t I have clothes on? And what…what were you doing?”
“Staring at you while you moaned my name.”
Her cheeks blaze crimson. “I was…I was not.”
“I beg to differ. Tell me what I was doing to you in your dream.”
Her embarrassment grows like a wildfire across her face “I…nothing.”
“Lies,” I growl, now angry she won’t comply and tell me what I demand to know. I give her my back and walk away in search of ice. It’s probably for the best. I don’t think I could have been able to stop myself from indulging in a forbidden playtime with her. When I return, she’s still in my bed. I’m sure she’s attempted to find her clothes, but I threw them out. She shouldn’t be wearing such ratty clothes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…uh, hit you.” I don’t jump at the chance to accept her apology. My face stings and the last thing I need is a black eye. “I said I was sorry. Geez, no need to throw daggers, pal.”
My angry eyes slice through hers. “I’m not your pal. You call me that again, and you’ll regret it.”
Her eyes light with defiance. I shouldn’t be shocked. Her lips part as she debates defying me. She wants to obey, but we both know she doesn’t have it in her.
“Pal.”
The single word barely falls from her lips before I’m on her, taking her down. Her back hits my sheets, and I straddle her small frame, holding her down. Each hand wraps around her wrists, and I pull her arms above her head cuffing them above her. “You don’t listen very well.”
Her chest rises and falls in short pants. “I’ve been told that a time or two.”
I can’t stop staring at her plump lips. “I won’t tolerate disobedience. From anyone.” The urge to flip her and color her pale skin with my palm is overwhelming.
“Looks like this isn’t going to work out then. We can just forget this whole contract deal.”
Her response irritates me. The way she denies me infuriates me. She should feel privileged to have captured my attention, but instead, she acts ungrateful and put out. Exhaustion is catching up to me and I don’t have the patience to deal with her childish bullshit. “You’re right.” I jump off her. “Get dressed. I’ll have Fredrick call you a cab.” I head to my dresser to grab her a pair of my sweatpants and a shirt to wear out of here. She can burn them once she’s home for all I care.
“Wait, why? You’re sending me home? That’s it?”
I toss the pair of sweats at her. “That’s it.” I look around for where I set my phone.
“You make this whole spectacle about demanding I’m yours for a whole month, and now you’re just done?” She’s up and kneeling on the bed.
“You’re very observant. Up we go. I’m tired and need sleep.” The sheet she was just holding for dear life is now an afterthought, falling and exposing her whole body to me. I look away before I do something I’ll regret. I find my phone inside the pocket of my suit jacket and unlock it when a pillow comes barreling at my face. That little—
“You’re really pushing my patience,” I snarl.
“Why are you just dropping me?”
“Because I’m through dealing with your childish attitude.” I bend down to pick up the pillow. On my way up, I’m smacked in the head with another one.
“That’s not a reason. And I’m not a child.”
My eyes flame with the anger boiling my blood. She’s mistaken if she thinks I won’t take her over my goddamn knee. “Knock it off,” I threaten her.
She tosses another pillow. “Take back calling me a child.”
“Absolutely not. Look at how—”
Another pillow, followed by my sweatpants and t-shirt. Her bravery shocks me when she springs from the bed. She’s in my face, her perfect tits press against my chest while her finger jabs once, twice, three times into my pec. “Why am I in this see-through lingerie if I’m such a child? That would be messed up of you, wouldn’t it? Dressing a child so provocatively? Or is it because I don’t do it for you? Is that why you haven’t tried to have sex with me?” She lifts her hands and shoves me. “You just toying with me to humiliate me? Is that it?” Another shove, but I catch her wrists, whipping her around and pushing her against the wall.
“Watch it,” I warn her. Her mouth may be causing my cock to swell, but that won’t stop me from throwing her out on her ass. With her body pressed up against mine, I sense the moment her nipples harden against my chest. My lip twitches, aching to wrap my mouth over those pebbled buds and bite until I have her screaming in pain and pleasure.
“No. Answer my question.” This time her voice is softer and less aggressive. The bite in her tone gone, as she also senses the change in her body, begging to be bruised and sucked. That’s right, pet. If she can learn to behave, maybe I’ll fuck her between those luscious tits and teach her obedience by coming on her chest. The tightness of her cleavage has me hard as stone. Her sudden intake of breath is the sign I need to confirm she knows exactly how hard I’ve suddenly become.
“Why haven’t you tried to have sex with me?” Her voice trembles as she asks again.
“You’re too young,” I respond.
“I’m an adult. I’m almost nineteen.”
“Barely legal.”
Her eyes flare. She wrenches her wrists and thrashes against me, trying to break free from my hold. But all it does is spur me on. Her softness against my hardness. Her belly moving along the ridge of my shaft. Everything in me wants to put her in her place, to make her melt in my hands, at my touch, but the fight is just as fun. “I’m every bit as much a woman than anyone else who walks through those doors! What’s so horrible about me? Wait—you know what, fuck you. Don’t answer that. I don’t need your scrutiny. There are plenty of guys out there willing to have sex with me.”
I snap.
Rage rushes through my veins at the thought of anyone touching her. Shades of red filter my eyesight as I stare at this girl who has somehow worked her way inside me. Those lips that spew disobedience…they are mine. No one else’s. Her innocence is mine to defile. No one else’s. I stand there, my hands beginning to shake. I want her over my knee, to spank her bare ass until she shouts who she belongs to as I turn her beautiful smooth skin red with my touch.
She wants to know what’s so horrible about her? How about she’s feisty and doesn’t listen to a damn thing I say. She’s absolutely nothing like what I normally desire, but the mere thought of anyone else with their hands on her makes my blood boil with rage.
The images reeling over and over break me.
I drop her arms. Bending down, I pick her up and ruthlessly toss her onto my bed. Her startled squeal falls on deaf ears as I grab her legs and jerk her to the bottom of the bed.
“Damien, what are you—?”
“For starters, you’re going to learn to obey me, or I will punish you.” I lean over her and yank at the lace garment covering her breasts. I’m rewarded with her bare nipple and wrap my lips around it, the soft flesh in my mouth. “Little girls who don’t listen get punished.” I suck harder, clamping my teeth around her. “And since you don’t have an obedient bone in your body, I have my work cut out with you,” I growl, and I bite down, earning a yelp. Her hands go up and thread through my hair, fighting me, but her pleasurable cry is the indication I need to confirm, stopping is the last thing she wants me to do.
God, she infuriates me.
But intrigues me more.
I want to be the one who takes her innocence.
Don’t do it, asshole.
But I can’t stop. My dick and the obsessive beast inside me have other plans.
I pull away, her nipple popping from my mouth. I move down her taut stomach until I’m exactly where I want to be, my mouth around her cunt. Her body trembles, fighting me more as I suck her clit through the thin lace. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I pull the fabric back and lick at her fiercely, like a wild animal starved for her. I can’t be gentle. The urge to claim her, take her and brand her with my tongue, my cock, it’s so overwhelming, I’m blinded with lust, need, control. I jab at her cunt as hard as I can until she’s begging.
That’s right, pet. Fucking mine.
Her hands disappear into my hair and she pulls hard, while I continue to fuck her with my tongue. In and out, her moans are like fuel for me. I lift my hand and replace my tongue with two thick fingers. She’s absolutely sopping. Dirty little girl is enjoying her punishment.
“What has you so wet, Jensen?” I taunt, each jab, each suck, bringing her closer to her orgasm.
“Not you,” she moans, lifting her pussy into my mouth. Such an eager little thing. Every attempt at challenging me has my dick jolting in approval. I work her harder, faster, biting down on her clit, fucking her rougher with a third finger. Her hips are off the bed, riding my face, and I love every fucking second of it. The rumbled moans off my tongue are a sign of just how much.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Give me your cunt,” I growl. I’m on fire. The sweltering lust that’s stirring between us has me on the verge of losing control. The wild animal inside me is scraping to be freed and dominate her. Tear into her until I’ve sucked every part of her. I’m ruthless as I punch her with a fourth finger. Fuck, I want to take a finger to her ass. A fierceness strikes through me and she moans to the brink of screaming as her walls crush around me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I start to work her slower and slower allowing her to work through her orgasm.
She’s still struggling to catch her breath when I pull away and stand. I wipe her juices off my chin as she tries to compose herself. Everything comes to light when I realize I went too far. Fuck what did I just do. You lost fucking control, that’s what. I need her out of my sight before I do something I’ll regret. Tie her to my bed. Spread her wide. Fuck her bare and ruthless. Really claim her.
Fuck!
I toss my hands into my messy hair. “I need to attend to some business.” My voice is hoarse. I hurry and dress, grab for my suit jacket and walk away from her.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I say without stopping. Don’t look back. I text Fredrick on my way, demanding she be gone and in a cab. I fucked up. I went too far with her. I hit the basement floor and slam my feet down the hallway. I crack my knuckles. The same ones that were deep in her perfect, innocent cunt.
“Fuck!” I howl and take my fist to the cement wall. The pain radiates, but it still doesn’t override the aftermath of vibrations I’m feeling from her. With shaky hands, I text Kade and tell him to have a room ready and waiting for me. I need to find something to erase the scent of her off my lips. The reminder of her soft skin off my mind. I need a room and a woman who knows her place.