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I try to find relief for the throb between my legs and it’s getting worse. I’m always turned on when thoughts of him go through my mind, but being here with him now is too much to control. It’s nearly unbearable as I shamelessly slip my hand inside the tiny bottoms he put on me. It was too hard to play with myself and suck him off at the same time. Watching the desire he had for me flash in his eyes as he finished himself off felt powerful. He jacked off to the sight of me before him and I nearly came undone just from the sight of it.
I have this silly need to be the best he’s ever had and brand myself in his mind the same as he has with mine. I shouldn't care if I’m the best, but that’s the problem. I need to put myself first because I know it's what he would do. It’s what everyone does and I learned that early in life. He came before I could get myself there and he marked me as his. So why do I still have this urge to please him?
I hated the bikini top when he put it on me and now I’m hating it more because it’s in the way. I want to rub my nipples against his hard chest. No one has ever seen me naked and it should make me feel shy and vulnerable. But with him I watch his eyes and I know he likes what he sees. I’m small everywhere, which is something that worked in my favor all my life. For the first time ever I want to feel feminine and not like some small girl who’s trying to blend in and go unnoticed.
When I did my search of him there were pictures from years ago of the women he's dated. He was never pictured with the same woman twice and that didn’t go unnoticed. Nor did the fact that there haven’t been any new ones in years. Either he’s getting better at keeping it under wraps or the articles written since then are true and he really is an asshole. Though I don’t think that would be the reason because I’ve seen women put up with a lot of shit for money. Hell, look at me now. It’s not about the money or trying to keep myself out of jail. There’s no hiding the need my body has for him. I try and reason with myself that it’s only because I’m starved for attention and not because I really like him.
What I don’t understand is why he’s toying with me to get himself off. I look nothing like the women he was pictured with. All of them were tall and curvy, and seeing them made me feel like a child. Most of them were models and all of them were pretty and perfect. In comparison I’m a small doll.
It has to be his ego that needs to conquer me. I guess it works out because if he does like to keep who he sees private, then someone who lives her life trying to be invisible is a good choice. He also knows he has all the control over me and he doesn’t have to worry that I will run my mouth about him.
He’s going to be very disappointed if he thinks he can use me as a mistress because I have no idea what I’m doing. Either way I know he doesn't want me to get out of his reach and maybe there’s more going on here than I know. He’s the type of man that likes getting what he wants and the idea that I could walk away from him pissed him off.
That’s why he locked the bracelet around me. To make sure he knows exactly where to find me whenever he wants me. He can take me whenever he wants and the thought makes my body jerk against him. I’m so close to cumming at the idea of it.
I look down at the ring and I assume he gave that to me because he doesn't like to share. I don’t know for sure if he stayed outside my apartment after he left, but I swear I could feel him still lingering. It took me two seconds to spot his men following me this morning. I debated losing them, but what would be the point of that? He could easily track me down and probably enjoy the chase.
“Where did you go?” he asks as his eyes search my face. His brows pull together and he looks concerned.
“You should know.” I try and get up and out of his lap because the moment is broken. Oh, I still need to cum, but my mind is too muddled. His big hands engulf my waist and I know I’m not going anywhere unless he lets me. He spreads his thighs wider. “Between the bracelet and the men you had following me—”
“That's not what I meant. In your mind you were here a moment ago and then you slipped away from me.” He almost sounds sad or hurt, but I must be misreading his tone.
“That’s impossible.” I wiggle in his lap, reminding him I can hardly move.
“You stopped kissing me back.” He leans forward and touches his lips against mine again. “I taste good on you,” he says. “But you taste good all on your own.” He licks the seam of my mouth. “Come back to me, little jaguar. Get out of that head of yours.”
This time it’s me who has the cocky smile. It’s fake because the throb between my thighs is still there and wanting me to do something about it. I was lost in his kiss but he was right; my mind pulled me back. I’m trying to remind myself what this is and to not get sucked in too deep. I can’t let myself think that he truly wants me for more than sex.
I should know better and I do know better. I learned that lesson from my own parents when they used me to get what they wanted. He’ll do the same and this time I need to be the user.
“Don’t like that there's something you can’t control?” I say, and his jaw hardens. I can’t control my thoughts and I can barely control my body. “Maybe not getting everything you want is really your weakness, Bennett. Right now you can have my body because I want you just as badly as you want me, and I’m not going to stop you.”
“I want it all.” One of his hands leaves my waist and tangles into my hair. He grips it tightly and pulls my head back.
“Sometimes you don’t get what you want. Not even if you have all the money and power in the world.”
He studies my face for a moment. “What is it that you want?” His words come out soft and I could almost swear he cares. He’s baiting me, but this is all a game to him. I’m learning from him, so I do the same as he would and don’t give a real answer.
“I want you to make me cum,” I say, and his hand on my hair tightens. His face hardens and he looks pissed. “See? I can be an asshole, too.”
Chapter 8
BENNETT
I’m angry because that’s all she’s going to give me, but what do I really expect when I get her down here and in this obscene bikini? She’s spread wide and needy and all I can think about is her feelings. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“I’ll get you off if that’s what you want, but I want something in return,” I say as I release her hair and slide my palm around her neck and hold her there lightly. “I’ll take care of you, but I want you in my bed tonight.”
I feel her pulse speed up. I lean in so close that I can feel her breath on my lips.
“And why would I do that?” she asks, raising her chin in challenge.
“Because we both know you are dying to find out what it feels like to have my mouth on your pussy.” Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't deny it. “I’ll make you cum, little jaguar, but you’re going to let me take my time.”
“What happens if I say no?” She licks her lips and looks down at my mouth when she asks her question.
“You put on your clothes and I’ll have one of my men take you home.”
“You’d just kick me out.” It’s not a question and I can see the hurt in her eyes.
I grab her hips and yank her so close that her pussy is right on my cock. I grind her against it as I clench my jaw and narrow my eyes on her.
“I’d need someone to keep you far away, because right now I’m like a dog with a bone and I’ll tear the arm off of anyone who tries to take you from me.”
She moans and throws her head back while I keep rubbing against her.
“You think this is easy for me?” I lean forward and kiss her neck before I suck on it hard. “No one tells me no, and that’s all you fucking do. You swoop in and out of my life like you don’t give a shit if you’re in or not, and in the meantime I’m so goddamn desperate for you I can hardly form a sentence.”
She gasps as my hand dives between us and into the tiny scrap of material.
“Who the hell are you, James, and where did you come from?” Her wet folds are full and slic
k and I use two fingers to rub her clit. “It’s like you fell out of the sky and now I can’t think straight and my world is upside down.”
“Don’t stop,” she says, her eyes falling closed and she rocks her hips against me.
“I said stay the night,” I demand as my fingers slow.
“Yes, yes, please don’t stop. I’ll stay.”
She whines, and the tight coil in my chest relaxes just a little and I take a deep breath. I speed up my fingers once again before I slow them down. Her frustrated growl is adorable and I kind of want to hear it again.
“Say you swear,” I order, and her eyes pop open to narrow on me. “Say it and mean it. Because if you agree to it, you’re not going to slip out on me in the middle of the night.”
I can see the surprise on her face, not that I would accuse her of doing it but because she was already planning on it.
“Fine,” she says just as her breath catches.
