She doesn’t realize that I’ve been watching her touch herself.

I love that she couldn’t be around me for long without having to get off.

It means she feels the same insane attraction for me that I feel for her.

She left me hanging at the jail, literally, with my cock in my hands.

And now I’m going to make her pay for it.

Her eyes lock with mine, and we both know what’s about to happen.

“You just couldn’t wait, huh?” I smirk. “I can’t say I blame you. Most women need to get off once they’ve had some time with me. I’m not surprised that you’re no different.” I look at her from head to toe. “I can help you, Katy, if you want.”

She jerks her hand out of her pants, and I know I have her right where I want her. She can’t survive another second without coming to the thought of me.

I go on. “I can give you what you want, Katy. Why don’t you let me help you?”

She looks at me squarely in the eyes, and her face doesn’t flush with embarrassment or anything. It’s as if she could care less that I’ve caught her in the act.

Instead, she says to me with steely eyes and a measured tone of voice, “I don’t need you, Marcus. I don’t need any man. Clearly, I can get by on my own.”

I love the fact that she stands up to me. So far, she hasn’t failed to surprise me with her fiery nature.

“Well, I know you’re thinking about me. Instead, you can have the real thing. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

We stare at each other for a long moment. My cock is pushing hard against my pants, and I know that I have to get off, too.

I walk towards her and kiss her hard on the mouth. She pushes me off but my strength is no match for her. I keep her close and kiss her to my heart’s content.

She tries to object. “Marcus, not now. We can’t.”

“Why not?” I say.

“Because you’re just some guy to me, that’s why. Do you think I get into bed with every man I meet? Obviously, you have me painted all wrong,” she says.

I release her a little, just enough to give her some breathing space.

Then I say, my mouth right against hers, so close we’re breathing the same air, “You tormented me at the jail. I wanted you so fucking bad, and you left me hanging. You were quite a naughty girl. Now I think it’s time you pay for your little deed.”

Again, she tries to resist me, but I pin her hands above her head and back her up against the wall.

“I’ll have you begging for it. That I promise you,” I say confidently.

I kiss her long and deep, and finally, she relents. She’s kissing me back. I bring one of her hands down to feel my hard cock. Then I unzip and let it out.

She looks down and takes in the sight of my enormous length. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips in anticipation.

Damn fucking right. I know she wants me bad. No one can resist my cock. She’s fucking lucky to have it on offer.

I pull her tank top off, then unclasp her bra to reveal perfect tits. All the while, I’m kissing her roughly.

“You’re going to pay for what you did to me, Katy. You deserve it,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Never,” she says, fierce and defiant. “You know I can escape whatever situation I’m in.”

I cinch her hands again tightly above her head so that she can’t move.

“Trust me,” I say, breathing down her neck. “Once you’ve tasted my cock, you’ll never want to escape again.”

I slide my hand down into her pants and begin to stroke her sopping wet pussy. I sink my fingers deep inside of her until I find her G-spot. She moans in pleasure, and I know that I have her right where she needs to be: in a position to come quickly.

Once I make Katy come, she’ll never want to run away from me again. She’ll be my little slave―exactly how I want it.

No woman has ever been able to deny me sex. Even though Katy doesn’t know that I’m a billionaire, everything else about me screams muscle, stature, and power.

She’s obviously not swayed by money because my posh little apartment is enough for her. Most women practically come before the elevator door opens up to my penthouse. They all have dollar signs in their eyes, and it’s obvious what they’re after.

They want my cock, and they want my money. It’s so superficial and transparent. That’s why I lose interest quickly.

But from the beginning, Katy’s been a challenge. And it turns me on and intrigues me that I’ve found a woman with such strength. It only makes me want to break her down harder. To make her submit.

I want her to know that for as strong and empowered as she is, I’m stronger. I want her to know that with me, she has to let go and to give up control.

She’s breathing heavily as I finger her. I rub my fingers against her G-spot and slide my thumb in a circle around her clit.

I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth. I have her held tightly against the wall.

Soon, her legs make their way up around my waist, and she grips me tightly with them. I know she likes my fingers working magic on her secret spots, but ultimately, she’s craving my rock-hard cock.

“Please, Marcus,” she breathes. “Please just fuck me.”

“See, it didn’t take you long to start begging for it. I knew you would. They all do,” I say back to her.

She doesn’t seem to hear me, as she’s in a world far removed from this one. I feel her come around my hand because her pussy swells and tightens and pulses against me.

She’s coming hard, almost violently. Her body is shaking, and she goes limp. She can barely keep her legs up around my waist. My body, pinning her to the wall, is her only source of strength.

I’m virtually holding her up with my one arm. She weighs barely anything. She’s so slight and yet her breasts are big and beautiful.

I continue fingering her, extending her orgasm. But this time I need a taste.

I lean down and suck on her nipple, getting harder and harder with every twist of my tongue. I bite and torture both her tits, causing her to scream my name louder and louder.

“Marcus, fuck, yeah. I’m coming!”

“I know, baby. I can feel it. Just let it go.”

She comes, her body slightly vibrating. I release her hands from above her head, and she sinks down to the floor. I know she’s never been had like that before―and she hasn’t even felt my cock inside of her.

“Baby, you can’t rest now. There is so much more to do. Don’t you want to feel me inside of you?”

She’s so tired and spent from just that. It’s a happy sight for me. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s to pleasure a woman.

I don’t think Katy expected it. I don’t think she saw herself begging for it so quickly―or even at all. I can tell she’s underestimated me, which is such a naughty thing to do.

Just when I think that I’ll have to rouse her back to life, she looks up at me with a defiant expression. Then she climbs to her knees and starts to lick my cock.

I press both my hands against the wall in order to give myself some strength. The feeling of her tongue sliding along my shaft is just too good―mostly because I’m anticipating how it’ll feel gliding down her throat.

She makes it nice and wet before using her hand to encircle it up and down. Fuck. If just her handjob is this good, I can only imagine what other talents must live inside her.

Katy is a force to be reckoned with, and I’m learning that in the most intriguing of ways. Just when I thought I had her spent, she’s come up for round two.

She’s tenacious as hell and provocative, too. She’s a woman like no other. And she proves it when she spits on my cock to make it nice and slippery, ready for me to slide right down her throat.