Chapter Four
The next few days, John kept his distance from me. I spent most of my time in the garden, reading.
He spent his time in his office with the doors closed or in his own personal gym.
Dinner was always tense. He would order my food as if he owned me. Essentially, he did. But at night, when I lay my head on the fluffy pillow, I dreamt of him.
A few days later, my mind played over the fact my father had still not rescued me. Was he ever going to find the money?
I sat in the library, alone, reading. John walked in, impeccably dressed as usual. Navy designer suit, silver tie.
“What?” I asked. “Has my father contacted you?”
He crossed his arms, his eyebrow arching over his devilish eyes. “No.”
“Oh,” I said, sinking back into the comfy high-backed armchair. My hope to return home was starting to dwindle.
“You could always work off his debt, Jane.”
I tilted my head at him. Now he wanted me to play the part of Cinderella and clean is impeccably clean house? “How? Like chores and stuff?”
He bellowed. “Oh, I definitely have some chores for you, my princess.”
His endearment caught me off guard. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as he moved closer. With every step in my direction, my insides burned. Why did he have to be so sexy? My brain scrambled as he inched closer. His smell wafted over me, and I breathed it in as if it was my only oxygen. It was masculine, primal, a scent to have all others jealous.
He loosened his tie. “Do you want to pay off your father’s debt?”
“Well, yes.” He grabbed my hand and helped me up.
Confused, I dropped the book, following him out of the library.
He was silent as he led me up the marble staircase. My heart beat a loud, annoying rhythm in my chest.
He walked past my bedroom and continued down the hallway to the double doors standing tall and firm at the end. He pushed them open and ushered me inside.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I glanced around. Mahogany woods and grey fabrics were all I could see.
A King-sized bed sat against the far wall, a large balcony off to the left, and a leather armchair off to the right.
“What exactly am I going to be doing?” I asked, leery of the answer. He walked to the center of the room and turned to face me, crossing his arms.
“I think it’s time.”
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was he for real? I read about these things, but that was fictional. Hot. This was reality. And fucking unbelievable.
“Jane, I can make you feel things you could never even fathom. Things you have never felt before.”
“Um…” I was speechless. Not a word or anything would come to mind.
“Come here,” he demanded. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over, stopping in front of him. He lifted his hand, running it through my long locks. It sent shivers racing down my spine. I leaned into his touch like an idiot. Curiosity kept me rooted to the hardwood floor as he yanked my head to the side.
His teeth sank into my neck. His moans against my skin sent a rippling flame of desire burning my insides to charred bits.
Focus on anything except the feeling he evoked within went right out the window. Drowning in sensation, never to resurface again, I clung to him as he kept sucking along my skin, making me feel things I didn't understand.
“Stop,” I breathed.
Shock crossed his chiseled face as if no one had ever told him to stop before. Which, with the way he carried himself, and the muscles I knew had to be hiding under his button-down shirt, I didn’t doubt he’d ever heard the word no before.
“You don’t want to clear his debt?” His voice held control, all of which I had lost long ago.
My mind was at war with itself. I was tempted to let him touch me like I imagined him doing in my dreams. But, something about this was so very, very wrong.
He touched my neck where, moments earlier, his mouth had been. It felt good. I didn’t want him to stop.
Doing this for all the right reasons, and wanting to do it wasn’t bad, was it? I tried to rationalize my need for him. My wanting to say yes to him.
He dropped his hand lower.
“Give into me, Jane. I can make you feel so good.” His long fingers cupped my breast through my shirt, and I lost my breath.
My head fell back, eyes closing, wanting him so much more. “Yes.” I didn’t realize I had even agreed until his thumb rubbed over my pebbled nipple pressing against the fabric of my shirt.
“Good girl.”
My eyes snapped open and watched as his hand continued to play with my breast. Squeezing my nipple. I felt so tiny in his large, rough hands.
I was doing this. I agreed to be his sex slave to pay off my father’s debt. And I was happy about it. Scratch that. I was needy for it.
He dropped his hand and moved to the armchair. Watching him unbutton a few of his buttons, I stalled before moving closer.
“Jane, I want you to dance for me.”
My body froze. Dance? “There’s no music playing.”
He grabbed a remote from the table beside the chair and flicked on some soft, sexy music. “Now, dance for me.”
I swayed my hips from side to side. I wasn’t too sure exactly what he had in mind. Years of ballet came to life as I moved along the floor.
It felt so real, imagining myself lost in the mix of dance recitals and competitions.
I almost forgot where I was until I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I didn’t open my eyes. He pulled me flush against his hard body and rocked into me. He was taller than me, and the way he dominated me turned me on more.
He moved us together as his hands dropped lower down my backside. I could feel his hard-on press into my stomach on each grind of his hips. It felt huge.
He lowered his head, leaning in close to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Jane.”
My pulse thrummed beneath my heated skin. “Thank you,” I whispered.
His hand lifted my chin to meet his eyes. “Are you ready to pay your father’s debt now?”
I swallowed. More like gulped. My mouth ran dry as my hands shook. “I think so.”
“I’ll be gentle,” He inched his mouth closer. “at first.”
His mouth devoured mine. God, he tasted so good. His tongue took over my mouth, searching for something only I could give him.
My scalp tingled as his hands plunged through my hair. His fingers grabbed, clasped, and threaded each strand. Any ounce of reserve slipped away when he moaned into my mouth.
He stepped me back toward his huge bed, and I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
My lack of experience weighed heavily on my mind. I broke the kiss. “John, I’m not sure what to do.”
“I’ll show you exactly what I want.”
He pushed me onto the bed. My breath caught as his face glistened in the moonlight.
A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw as he unbuttoned the remaining few buttons on his shirt. As soon as the white material fell from his body, my breath caught. I knew he had to have muscles, he worked out everyday, but I wasn’t expecting the ink. It was hard to find an area not covered in tattoos. My eyes couldn’t take it all in at once.
He moved his hand, unzipping his pants and letting them join his shirt on the floor.
His strong manhood filled every inch of his black boxer-briefs. He palmed it in his big hand and rubbed along it.
I swallowed. My eyes watched his movements.
His thumbs eased both sides down, and then, there it was. My eyes widened at his size. Huge, thick. It was scary at first wondering if he would fit. I tried to swallow again, but my mouth was dry. He fisted his dick as his eyes met mine. He licked his lips, and I lie there unsure of what to do.
“Come here,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
I stood from the bed. He pointed to the floor, and I knew what he wanted. “On your knees.”
I knelt before him. I had never done this before. Never sucked a man’s dick.
He noticed my hesitation and smiled.
My heart hammered an unsteady rhythm. The room was quiet. I was sure he could hear the blood pumping through my veins.
He lifted my chin with his fingers. “Eyes on me, Jane.” He brought the tip of his dick and rubbed it along my cheek, his precum smearing along my flushed skin.
He ran it over my lips. “Open and suck.”
I licked my lips and then brought his full shaft inside my mouth. His salty skin mixed with my saliva as I sucked along it. I could do this. He moaned and it ignited my confidence. I licked along his shaft, circling my tongue around the head.
I wanted to please him. Hear him moan again. It was my sole mission in that moment.
“That’s it, Jane.” His voice was husky as he looked down at me. “You’re such a good little girl.”
Glancing up at him briefly, I continued on.
Hands fisted my hair. His eyes slammed shut, and he groaned loud and strong.
My insides melted. A deep yearning took over. I wanted so much more with him, and the thought terrified me.
His groans became louder. He took over and he fucked my mouth. “I own this mouth.”
His pulsing cock pumped and dragged along my tongue. Wetness coated my panties, and I had the urge to thrust my fingers into my pussy.
“Take this cock deep down your throat. Jane, you’ll be my undoing,” he murmured as he pulled his throbbing flesh from my mouth.
My eyes rose along with my body.
“On the bed,” he instructed.
He yanked my clothing off before I was situated on the bed. He grabbed a condom and covered himself.
His eyes met mine and for a second he graced me with a small smile that appeared like something real.
I groaned as his dick pushed its way into my small opening. He went slow at first, filling me to the brim. Our eyes collided with each other as he remained on top of me with my legs wrapped around him.
“Ah, god, you’re pussy is so hot.” He pushed in harder as I squeezed my eyes shut.
The feeling of his largeness inside me felt good as he rocked back and forth. My insides heated. An orgasm was near, and I wanted to keep his tattooed body on top of mine all night. “Don’t stop,” I cried out into the night.
His body pulsed as he kept his eyes glued on mine.
Reaching his fingers down in between my legs, he rubbed at my clit. I came falling down all around him as white lights lit up my closed eyelids.
He followed behind after a few more thrusts, his body jerking out his orgasm.