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Back in the United States.
The day of leisure spent in Paris hadn’t been enough to satisfy my yearning to learn everything about the beautiful city. What the time spent with Jameson had done was confirm the reason I longed to be with him and had since the moment I’d laid eyes on him.
He’d briefly told me about the solution used to keep Mr. Dumas from seeing the inside of a prison cell. The methods of business used in Miami were cutthroat, but I suspected that was true everywhere. Even my father had crossed the line more than once when dealing with the purchase of cattle.
Did that make it right? Who was I to say one way or the other. I stood in the kitchen of Jameson’s house, marveling at the view from the oversized window. Seeing the ocean first thing in the morning was better than any cup of coffee, although the mug of dark brew I had in my hand was my second cup.
I felt at peace since exposing the ugly secret that I hadn’t wanted anyone to learn. Jameson’s reaction had been so unexpected that even now, I had butterflies in my stomach. How many times had he called me his good little girl? Enough to know I was addicted to the praise. Maybe this was a continuation of a sizzling fantasy, nothing more than a vivid dream, but if so, I never wanted to wake up. I glanced at my phone on the kitchen table, angry with Charlotte.
I was antsy and out of sorts after calling Charlotte several times and always getting her voicemail. If she really was home, why wasn’t she picking up the phone? There were still so many questions about her involvement with Diego that had yet to be answered.
And I continued to fear for her safety.
At some point, I needed to return to the condo. However, I’d been forbidden, another rule that had been imposed by the man I had no issue calling my master.
I heard Jameson’s deep voice and my heart fluttered. He was on a phone call, one of many since we’d left Paris. He was in control of every aspect of his business from logistics to financials. His power and prowess seemed never ending.
And that made me hunger for him even more.
His footsteps sounded right behind me, his call ending. I remained where I was, able to see a hint of his reflection in the morning light.
There was such an air of authority anytime he walked into the room. As always, my skin tingled, the tiny bars piercing my nipples keeping them pronounced. The way they shifted against the thin shirt I’d worn, the fact I couldn’t wear a bra because of the sensitivity was a reminder that he’d claimed me as his. His possession. His submissive.
I turned to face him, exhaling the hot air that had built the moment he’d walked into the room. His expression was one of longing, his eyes dangerously sensual as he perused my entire body. I placed the mug on the table, moving to the other side then dropping to my knees.
He lifted a single eyebrow, remaining where he was as I slowly crawled in his direction. The fact he was already dressed for the business of the day stirred something carnal deep within, filthy thoughts taking over. I lowered my head, remaining on all fours, crawling closer and closer.
When I was finally only a few inches away, I sat back on my legs, my arms out in front of me. He took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds.
“Utterly perfect,” Jameson muttered then rubbed his hand across the top of my head several times. “And such a good girl.” He rolled his fingers down the side of my face, sliding a single finger under my chin, lifting my head so I was able to look into his eyes.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. As I rubbed my hands on the insides of his trousers, he returned to stroking my head, his action loving and nurturing. I crawled my fingers to his thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of the thick bulge between his legs. The moment I pressed my hand against his cock, he issued a husky growl of appreciation.
“You make me crave doing very bad things to you, my little pet. I can tell you want that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps I’ll ink you with my name so no other man will be able to touch you.”
There was no doubt my face expressed excitement as I envisioned all the filthy things he’d do to me.
Feasting on my pussy.
Shackling me to his bed.
Punishing me with his belt.
Fucking me in the ass.
The excitement continued to build until I was in a frenzied state, my hunger knowing no bounds.
He fisted my hair, tugging my head until I was forced to look in his eyes as I unbuckled his belt, running my fingers along the smooth grain of thick leather. It was the same belt he’d used to discipline me. Now I was no longer afraid of the pain it caused, the need to obey him growing stronger every day.
As I unfastened his trousers, tugging on the zipper, his eyes became hooded, desire roaring through him. When I freed his cock, running a single fingernail along the thick vein on the side, he muttered something under his breath.
I slipped one hand between his legs, cupping and squeezing his balls. The scent of him was musky, infused with the fragrance of his timber-laced aftershave. I could easily become drunk off the smell alone. He had full control over me, guiding my head to the tip of his cock. I darted my tongue across the sensitive slit, the taste exploding in my mouth.
There was nothing sweeter than the taste of his cum. I wanted my body covered in it, keeping his scent covering my face and every inch of skin the entire day. I slid my tongue down the underside as I wrapped one hand around the base, stroking and twisting my fingers until I created immediate friction.
