Brock was silent on the ride from Hotel Lebleu back to Blackwood Security. He had been frowning deeply when I woke up from being drugged. A team of EMTs had checked my vitals, but Brock had never let me out of his arms. It had made their job ten times harder.

Blackwood Security would figure out how Sasha and Kennedy tied into the whole mess. I was dressed in my outfit from the club. Surprisingly, my hair and makeup were perfect after the kidnapping. I wouldn’t give Brock a choice. Tonight we were going to the club.

We pulled into the employee parking lot at Blackwood Security. Brock rushed around the SUV to open my door and help me out.

“Let’s go up to the apartment and get you changed.”

That was not going to happen. It was around eleven o’clock, and the club would still be packed. If I had to drag him there kicking and screaming, we were going to the club. “No.”

Brock stopped short and studied my face. “What do you mean no?”

“I want to go to the club. You promised me a night of passion.”

He ran his hand along the side of his neck, trying to work out the tension. “Jessica, you were kidnapped. Taken straight out of my club. A place you are supposed to feel protected in. I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me. You’re supposed to get back up when you fall. I took a good fall, and I want to face it head on. Sasha and Kennedy are in jail. I highly doubt the people who are after me are going to strike again on the same night.” I was to the point of pleading. I had been waiting for tonight for so long, and I would not let these people ruin it.

Without another word, Brock pulled me toward the back door. Instead of heading to the club, he pulled me toward the apartment. I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken by his rejection. I wanted to be with Brock so much, but the people from my past kept messing everything up.

When we entered the apartment, I tried to pull away. I didn’t want Brock to know how much his actions tore at my heart. Tears were running down my face.

“Go to the bedroom, strip, and present yourself.”

****Brock****

The need to be inside Jessica was overwhelming. I considered waiting another night with everything that happened. When I mentioned it, Jessica looked as though I had stolen her puppy. I hadn’t planned on doing a scene in the club tonight. I had wanted to walk around and watch others, then take Jessica up to the apartment. I wanted her first time to be special.

I walked into the bathroom to run cold water over my face. I needed to get my body under control. Since the second I decided to go through with my plan, I’d been rock hard. I also needed to give Jessica time to do as I asked.

On the ride over from the hotel, I’d had an internal struggle. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to proceed tonight. Almost losing Jessica this evening had made the anger surface. I needed to be inside her to mark her as mine.

Discarding my shirt in the hamper, I walked to our bedroom. Our bedroom. I liked the sound of that. I didn’t care if it was too soon. Jessica would be living with me permanently after tonight. I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

Jessica was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. She was more stunning than I could have ever imagined. Her hair was cascading over her shoulders, her golden skin shimmered in the moonlight, and her pink nipples were waiting for me to touch them.

One word came to mind. Mine.

I needed to get my body under control. I was close to coming already, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I went to the chest next to the bed where I kept my toys and removed a deerskin flogger and a pair of hand-and-ankle cuffs. “Up. Climb on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jessica scurried onto the bed facing the headboard. She was a vision. There was only one word that fit her—perfect.

Needing to be inside her, I hurried to clip the cuffs around her wrists and weaved them through the iron rods on the headboard. I ran my hands up and down the scars on Jessica’s back. She flinched at first, but when I continued, she relaxed her muscles.

Pulling her feet apart, I tied each ankle to a cuff. Spreading her legs open gave me a view of her arousal. She was ready for me, and we had just started. I ran my finger through her folds, and she squirmed on the bed, trying to get more friction.

“Please.”

“Not yet. You will not come until I tell you.” I was so hard it was borderline painful. “I’m going to flog you, Jessica. Red is your safe word. Yellow if you need me to slow down.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

I grabbed the deerskin flogger off the bed. With the first slap of the flogger, Jessica gasped in ecstasy. I did a light flick around her perfect ass, continuing down her thighs.

“More.” After a couple more strikes, she was lost in the wash of her orgasm.

“I told you not to come without permission.” Jessica’s ass was a lovely shade of pink. I could see she was dripping from the flogger hitting her skin. The need to be inside her was overwhelming. I tossed the flogger to the ground and unbuckled the cuffs.

Needing to discipline her for coming, I brought my hand down five quick times for punishment. Jessica was close to orgasming again from the last spanking.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

After the cuffs were unlatched, she turned on her side. Her hands ran up and down my body, and a groan escaped me.

“I want to taste you.” Her words made my cock harder.

Not giving me time to react, she unzipped my pants and took my cock in her hand. When her lips touched the head of my length, it took every ounce of control I had not to come. Her mouth was so warm. Her gray eyes looked up at my face.

“Please, Jessica.” I had never been so turned on. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for.

Her lips around my cock felt like heaven. She worked the length of it, taking me in as far as she could. When a moan escaped her, and I felt the vibrations of her throat on my head, I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Stop.” I needed to be buried in her folds, not coming down her throat.

Reaching down, I hauled her up into my arms. “My turn.” I slowly worked my way down her body, enjoying her soft, velvety skin.

“I wasn’t done.” Jessica whimpered under my touch.

While kissing down her neck, I brushed my hands down her body. She spread her legs, making room for my questing fingers. “I was enjoying your mouth too much. When I come, I want it to be in this sweet pussy and not your mouth.”

Jessica was so aroused that she arched her hips, trying to push my hand deeper. I slapped the side of her thigh. “You will take what I give you,” I told her between gritted teeth.

She nodded, but unable to control her body, she thrust her hips up. “I’m ready. I need you, Brock.”

When I glanced up at Jessica, she had a burning need in her eyes. “Please,” Jessica whined.

Possessiveness coursed through my body. The desire to touch every inch of her had me burning with need. I worked my mouth over her clit while pumping two fingers in and out. Sounds of passion escaped her.

“Brock, I need you!”

Her plea sent my control over the edge. I licked my way back up her body, taking time to worship her breasts. I laid open-mouthed kisses on one and then moved to the other. My touch made her mewl. Her body was so intoxicating.

“I had planned to go slow, but I don’t think I can. This is gonna be quick, but I swear I will worship your body all night.”

Jessica reached up and grasped my biceps hard.

“You’re mine, Jessica. I’m clean. The club tests us regularly. Are you protected, precious?”

“I’m on the pill. After the divorce, I was tested.”

Jessica’s face went pink as she talked about her birth control. It was so cute when she was embarrassed.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned back and thrust in with one stroke. Her heat was so intense that I had to stop.

“Move, Brock,” Jessica panted.

Needing to calm the fire in my body, I leaned down and claimed her lips. The sweet taste of her calmed me for a second. The moment I had myself under control, I drove quickly in and out of her. The feeling of her body quivering under me was exciting.

“How does it feel to you?” I breathed in her ear. “You feel so amazing to me.”

“Brock, harder. I can’t last much longer. I’ve never felt anything so good.”

The sounds she was making made me drive harder.

“Come, baby,” I demanded.

I reached down and rubbed her clit. But I needed to be deeper, so I pulled her legs around me, trying to get closer. She exploded on my length. It was so intense that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Brock!” Jessica screamed. We came together.

* * *

Jessica’s eyes were glazed over from the lovemaking. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the nose before rolling to the side. She moaned with the loss. Needing to have her close to me, I pulled her into my arms.

I had never experienced lovemaking like that in my life. I decided I would never let her go. Next week, I was going to get her an elegant diamond necklace and have a GPS tracker installed. Or maybe I’d talk her into having her subdermal tracker replaced. I never wanted to experience losing Jessica again.

“I know it’s early in our relationship, and you pretty much live here, already. But I want you to move in permanently.”

It took Jessica a few seconds to respond, and I was worried she would say no.

“Okay, as long as we can do that every night. It was amazing.”

My chest lightened knowing she wanted to live with me.

“How about we grab a bite to eat and then go for round two?”

“I have a better idea. Let’s start round two now and eat later.” Jessica slid down my body and grabbed my hardening length with a firm grip.

I knew my life would never be the same.