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“That’s the point. Usually, I’d undress you. Last night, you said you wanted to remember what a man who wants you looks like when he sees you naked, but I won’t force you.”
I spared a glance at him, and my breath caught in my throat. Once again, his beauty and magnetism captured me, and I marveled at his confidence and ease as he waited. He didn’t seem hurried or put out. He’d seen more of me last night than I cared to admit. “But what if your staff walks in?”
“My staff enters a room when I ask them to,” he answered firmly.
Would that be me? Like a staff member on tap?Did I really mind that? I could do this. I pulled off the shirt and lay back on the couch. My legs shook as I put them up and parted them, completely exposing myself.
Paul let out a deep, masculine groan as his gaze was riveted with blatant lust. “You’re beautiful, Nadia, so wet and ripe that you have me weak. Touch yourself. Make me suffer.”
He placed my feet on his thighs, and I could feel the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his slacks. My pale bare feet contrasted with the tanned skin of his large, elegant hands.
The demand of his will was a potent force, and even with my insecurities, I found it hard to resist. I ran my tongue over my lips and took a deep breath. Then I moved my hand.
Paul’s piercing gaze bore over me as he watched; his breath staggered as I slowly traced over my hard nipple and continueddown my stomach to my mound. My fingers dipped inside my opening, and I coated them with my arousal. Then I slid them over my clit.
Paul inhaled sharply. “Oh, Nadia. You smell sexy. You’re making me impatient.”
The more encouraging sounds Paul made, the more I sought to please him. I stroked myself faster and got caught up in how good it felt. I’d done this so many times over the past week while thinking about him, and here he was, in the flesh, watching me. The sensual tension built, and I could no longer hold back. I wanted to come.
My chest heaved, and my body writhed unabashedly in front of him. I was so consumed by my desperate need to relieve the ache. I stroked faster as my eyes locked with Paul’s. His eyes were dark and dilated, and his lips parted as he stared down at me. “Show me how you come, Nadia,” he commanded.
My fingers worked my clit harder, and I could feel my orgasm close. Paul grabbed my knees, and I threw my head back and arched, gasping and shuddering hard as my body tensed and vibrated, seized by the burst of ecstasy that consumed me. The climax was so intense that my body trembled, and I couldn’t speak. My fingers were wet with my essence. I searched for something to wipe my hand.
He grasped my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked. His tongue swirled over my fingers as his eyelashes fluttered on a moan, and then he pulled them out slowly, as if savoring me. “I want to eat your sweet cunt. I want to fuck you day and night.”
I moaned, and I felt my clit throb. I had already come, yet I still felt needy. I reached for my clit, and Paul grabbed my hand, stopping me.
“No, once. That’s all you’ll do with me right now.”
“But I need to. Please, Paul,” I pleaded.
Paul grinned. “You’re adorable. But no. If you decide to let me keep you, that will meaneverythingis my decision, even when you masturbate.”
Fear intermixed with sensual wonder swirled in my mind. He wants complete control.
He took a deep breath and gazed at me longingly, and a surge of desire for him rose again. “I hope you say yes, but rest assured, you owe me nothing, Nadia.”
Paul abruptly stood and adjusted the front of his trousers, then walked across to the door and paused in the gap. “You can have breakfast and get dressed. Laurence will take you back to the dorms. I’ll wait for your answer.”
“Wait,” I called out, sitting up and covering myself with the nightshirt, which received a chuckle from Paul. “When did you decide you wanted me?”
“When I asked you to lunch at The Grill.”
I blinked at him in astonishment. Paul had decided so quickly. Then again, he was a powerful businessman, so he must rely on his quick assessments. But he was also different from what I expected and had me asking another question.
“Were you always this way?”
“When I wasn’t, I failed the love of my life.”
He closed the door behind him.
The love of his life.
Paul still was in love with his late wife. He may have removed a photo, but he left the room as a shrine of their passion. I could only imagine a man loving me so much that he’d hold on after death. For a moment, I allowed myself to linger in envy.
No man had ever said he loved me but my dad. I’d never had a passionate romance. Nor would I have it now with Paul if I were to take his offer. He was clear about his intentions. This wasn’t the beginning of a relationship; he wanted a woman to keep, maybe even control. Last night, Paul did just that. He showed up and took over.And I enjoyed it.
That had to be the reason he made me the offer. I quickly gave in to his charms, even masturbated because he told me to. Just thinking about how he stared and sucked on my fingers turned me on. I could still feel the heat of his hands on my bare knees when he held them, watching me orgasm. My clit still throbbed and ached with the desire to come again. Even Paul denying memy pleasure sexually excited me. I wanted to find him and agree to do whatever he wanted if he’d keep dominating me. But first, I needed to get away from his place to clear my head and gain some objectivity.
