Chapter Five
After the sex, he moved to throw away the condom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
I sat up and wondered what to do next.
“You need your sleep,” he said.
“Is the debt paid now?”
He laughed, leaning in closer. “Not yet.”
Not yet. I felt myself wanting him to claim me many more times.
I rose from the bed, grabbing my clothing off the floor.
“Before you leave, come here,” he demanded.
“Yes.” I faced him. We were centimeters apart. My ears rang in the silence of his stare.
He ran his hand along my cheek. “Tomorrow, you’ll see how much I truly own you.”
I swallowed and with wide eyes left the room.
Back in the confines of my own bedroom, I tried to still my body’s reaction to him. He was gorgeous in a controlled way. His dominance frightened me and left me unsure of his next action.
Tomorrow he would own me.
***
The next day, I kept waiting for John to return from a business meeting he had to attend. Later in the evening, he stepped through the front door. “Jane, get dressed.” He held a garment box in his hands and lifted his eyes to meet mine.
I stepped forward and opened the bag to find a beautiful satin, red dress inside. “Where are we going?”
“The gala. Now, hurry. Don’t make me wait.”
I grabbed the box from his hands and turned toward the marble staircase. He had a small bag with him with shoes and accessories.
The dress fit like a glove, hugging my curves and accentuating my breasts perfectly.
I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped into the satin, black high-heels. As I was putting on the finishing touches of my makeup, the door swung open.
“Are you rea…oh,” John said as he lost his breath.
I spun around, running my shaky hands down my dress. “Do I look okay?”
“Jane, you look absolutely fuckworthy.”
I smiled at his choice of words as he stepped closer. “Where are we going?” I asked again.
He stood before me and gripped one hand in my hair. “Let's go.”
A black car waited for us when we stepped outside. A driver, John introduced as Phillipe, opened the door and ushered us in the back seat.
We flew down the road, and my nerves were all over the place. How much did he trust me not to scream when we were in public?
Although, screaming in public wouldn’t help out my father’s money issues. Who knew what John would do if he didn’t have me as collateral.
“What if I scream in public?” I asked, meekly.
He leaned closer, eyes blazing into mine. “Oh, I plan to make you scream in public, Jane.”
He stuck out his tongue, licking the side of my face.
Unable to meet his gaze, I stared out the window.
A while later, the driver pulled up to a nondescript brick building. We were far from the city limits, and I inhaled a deep breath.
“Where are we?”
The door opened and John exited. “You’ll see,” he said, grabbing my hand.
The wind blew my long tousled hair around my face as I glanced around.
Huge globed lights danced along the building of an art gallery.
John nodded his head to the bouncer as he ushered me inside.
With John’s hand on the small of my back, he led me past people drinking champagne and laughing over stories.
I felt a little out of my element, but John smiled at me, easing my tension.
John led me to the dance floor and placed a hand on my hip.
We moved slowly at first, just really swaying into each other. Then, he swirled me around the place and all eyes were on us.
I felt like a princess at the ball.
John held me close, his hand slipping down my backside slowly.
“I need you, Jane,” he whispered.
I glanced around at all the high-society people. This was an elite event.
John wanted me, but surely not here. Not in this lavish art gallery turned ballroom for the event.
He spun me toward the edge of the dance floor.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“For what?” I asked with wide eyes.
“This.” He stopped dancing and took my hand tightly in his and led me through a set of double doors. He smiled to a few passerbys, and then up a staircase.
“Through here,” he said, leading me down a dark hallway.
He led me further up and up.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” And then I did see.
A beautifully wrapped door stood at the end of the hall, and when he pushed it open I glanced around.
“What is this?”
“It’s my hide-a-way.”
A huge sleigh bed sat in the center of the room with maroon and dark blue pillows littered all over.
I couldn’t believe he had a place like this.
He scooped my hair off the back of my neck, and sank his teeth in. “I need you.”
My insides heated up, and I clenched my thighs together. The urge to feel him again overcame me.
He led me to the bed, and began removing his clothes.
“Take off your dress, slowly,” he whispered-growled at me.
My eyes never left his as I did as he commanded.
“Lie on the bed.”
I did as he said, feeling the nerves and anticipation wash over my skin.
He climbed the bed, and then climbed me. Hovering over my lips, he kissed a trail from my mouth down to my breasts.
He sucked each nipple into his mouth, slowly and carefully.
He pumped his massive length in his hand, smiling at me with a gleam in his eye.
John wrapped his dick in a condom and flipped me over. “On your knees, Jane.”
I complied with every demand he ordered. My body came alive with excitement at the thought of him inside me. It was all I dreamt about at night.
And right now the only thing on my mind was his strong dick waiting at my entrance.
He rubbed it along my center before pushing inside. “Oh, fuck,” he said as he stalled deep inside me. “Your pussy is so tight.” He slapped my ass, spreading my cheeks to allow himself to dig deeper into me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Handle this cock, Jane.” He filled me up more and the slight tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure of having him ignited deep within me.
On my hands and knees he started moving back and forth, screwing me into oblivion.
His hand reached around and held onto my breast, squeezing the nipple between his finger. “Damn, you feel so good.” John kept pushing, fondling both breasts with both hands.
“I own you.”
Hearing him stake claim on me turned me on.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours to do as you want.”
“Fuck right, you are.” He removed his hands from my breast and slapped my ass. Hard.
The sting of it felt good with the rapid thrusting of his cock inside me. My body climbed.
In another instant he flipped me over, his stare pinning me to the bed.
John repositioned our bodies to where my head dangled very close to the edge of the bed.
“That’s right, come all over me.”
My inner core tightened as John squeezed my clit with both fingers. “Come, Jane.”
I let loose and an orgasm slammed through me, igniting and dulling my senses all at once.
John kept pushing, stringing a long strand of curse words together before his bliss hit him.
As soon as John had come down from his orgasm, he held me close, whispering, “What are you doing to me?”