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I don’t know what it was that sent me reeling. I was standing there naked in the middle of his front lawn. Anyone could pull up at any time and see me. There wouldn’t be time to cover up or hide. It felt dangerous, but also kind of exciting at the same time.
It felt like James was showing me off, not to share me with another man, but in a possessive way that made my insides turn molten with desire.
After a few moments, I decided that it wasn’t that bad, that maybe I kind of liked it, but I was too embarrassed to let anyone else know, especially him. I lifted my chin, feeling rebellious, and he simply dipped his fingers between my thighs.
I balked, knowing immediately that I didn’t need to say anything at all. He’d find out for himself.
The corner of his lip edged up in a silent smirk. He pulled his hand away as Bronson stood back up after finishing cleaning the seat. I had to look away as he folded my shirt in such a way to show that it was wet. When I found the courage to glance back, I noticed he had picked up a pair of shoes. He strode over to us and laid them on the ground in front of me. His gaze met mine as he stood up, and I shivered before staring at the ground again.
James cleared his throat, held out his hand and I took it, using him for balance as I slipped each foot into the luxuriously soft ballet flats. They fit my feet like a glove, somehow perfectly sized for me.
“Come now, Kasia,” he urged, and an electric shiver coursed down my spine. He didn’t let go of my hand as he paraded me naked through his yard all the way to the front door. He led me inside and I tried not to let myself be taken aback by the grandeur of it all.
I’d never been in a place this elegant before.
Richly stained wainscoting surrounded me, giving the foyer a regal air that spoke of money and power and beauty. A massive sparkling crystal chandelier hung overhead. A dark wooden grand staircase spanned both sides of the room, leading up to a marble tiled landing above, giving the whole place an opulent feel that continued through every fixture, no matter how small.
He turned right, leading me up the righthand staircase and down the hallway to a guest room all the way at the end. It was like something out of an exclusive contemporary-style hotel, but even more magnificent. The bed must have been a California king, far bigger than anything I was used to. The quilt on top of it was plush and pristinely white. The lower half was embroidered in dark gray thread in a breathtaking swirling rose petal design. The curtains were velvety steel gray, and the furniture was stained gray wood. Every piece looked painstakingly put together.
Gently, he pushed me in front of him. His arm wound around my chest, pulling my back against him a bit more roughly than I expected. My sore bottom slammed against him, and I knew immediately that he was hard. I shuddered as his fingers traced over my skin, teasing me. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand before I suffered internal combustion.
His fingertips tapped against me, one by one in a fluid dance that reminded me of just how much danger I was in. He had told me that I was safe from my father here, but what if the one I should have been worried about was him?
What if I’d just unwittingly become his captive?
His touch dragged across my flesh, slowly and steadily and with an air of confident possessiveness that made my legs turn to jelly.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re bare and trembling for me,” he whispered, his voice tickling the tiny hairs at the edges of my ears.
“You make me nervous,” I whispered.
“I know. I like that.”
I shivered hard. His other hand splayed against my belly, holding my body prisoner against his. I could feel how hard his cock was and when his fingertips brushed against the top of my mound, I suddenly remembered what he had threatened as soon as we’d climbed in the car.
He was going to spank my pussy.
“James, please,” I pleaded.
“What is it?”
There was an innocently devilish tone to his words that made my heart pound. I opened and closed my mouth several times, trying to gather myself and being unable to no matter how hard I tried.
I could almost feel his cock throbbing against my aching backside.
“Would you like a chance to convince me to only spank that pretty little pussy a lovely shade of pink instead of bright red?”
His hand pulled me closer, his hard length even more prominent against me now. I licked my lips, instinctually knowing what he was insinuating.
I should be angry about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to be. I tried to tell myself it was wrong, that I shouldn’t be aroused by the thought of taking him in my mouth.
“Yes. I’d like that chance,” I breathed.
His hand slipped back up my torso. He palmed my right breast roughly before gripping my chin and sliding his thumb over my lower lip. I moaned softly and he released me just long enough to spin me around. His eyes were tumultuous, swirling with power and seduction and pure unadulterated arousal. It was a dangerous combination that kept pulling me in despite my reservations.
I told myself that this was temporary. Maybe just for tonight or a few days. After that, I’d figure out a way out of here and escape back to Poland. I still had a few friends I could trust, or at least I hoped that I could.
America wasn’t my home.
