When she felt the heat of his breath brush against her swollen nub, her body clenched with need. At the first swipe of his tongue against the bit of pulsing flesh, she jumped.
“Stay still,” he said, pulling his mouth away.
That made her want to scream. A low rumble sounded from deep in her throat, and for the next few seconds all she felt was his warm breath again, teasing her sensitive pleasure point almost intolerably.
She wanted to beg him to go back to what he’d done with his tongue, but she couldn’t do that. This wasn’t about her needs. He needed to be in control. He needed to have her do his bidding. If he knew how tortured she felt, he would only torture her more.
So with all the willpower she possessed, she waited in silence for what he would do next. When his lips circled her clitoris again, she didn’t even try to contain the moan. While sucking the little mound into his mouth, he simultaneously pushed a finger inside her, moving it around the toy still resting there, and a cry of pleasure escaped from her lungs as she convulsed against the hard stairs.
When she finally came down from the high, she raised her head slowly, and found his silver gaze burning into her.
“You are so responsive,” he said with a shudder as he got up and then sat next to her, putting his face only inches from hers. She wanted those lips, wanted to feel him pressed against her. How could she possibly want or need anything more after all he’d put her through this whole day? She didn’t know, but suspected that the games were just beginning.
He leaned forward and gently clamped his teeth down on her bottom lip and sucked, sending a whole new level of desire throughout her small frame. Just as confusingly as this sexual play date had begun, he ended it by casually leaning back and then standing up.
What was next? Should she get up, hold out her hands to him, beg him to take her to bed? No. None of that would make him happy. So, once again, she just waited. This was getting a little old.
“Time for dinner.”
With those words, he left her panting on the stairs. She wanted to yank out the device he’d made her insert, and wanted to demand he stop toying with her this way. She did none of that, of course. Instead, she struggled up on unsteady legs and followed him into the dining room.
A table was set with candles already lit and soft music playing in the background. Why the seduction scene? She was already paid for, a guaranteed lay. And yet he held out a chair for her.
But when she sat down, he leaned over her and asked, “Ready for round two?”
Hot damn!
She was more than ready.
Chapter Eleven
While pushing Jewell’s chair in, Blake brushed her shoulder with his hand, and desire shot through him. He moved his seat closer to hers. None of that across-the-table nonsense of civilized dining for two. He needed her to be next to him, needed to feel the softness of her skin against his fingers.
The buildup, the anticipation, the hunger of playing these games with her — this was the greatest he’d felt in a long time. He needed to see how far he could push her, how far he could push himself. He’d never before had so much enjoyment with the preliminaries and actualities of sex. He would never have waited so long to possess any woman other than this one. Sure, the buildup always had its charms, but if Jewell were someone else, he would have bedded her the night before, and several times today as well, and he’d already be tiring of her.
This woman had him thinking twice, though. The way she held herself, the burning in her eyes, the confusion. She was a mystery and he swore he couldn’t stand any mysteries involving women — why waste the time solving them? — but he wanted to know her, wanted to learn her story. He also wanted to get as far away as possible from her, but he couldn’t make himself do that.
Jewell responded so well to him. And though he could see she wanted to hate him — if she were smart, she would — whenever he touched her, she went up in flames. Her body was a canvas for him to paint, and paint it he would. She intrigued him, made him think that a week wouldn’t be nearly enough with her, but that’s all he could allow himself to have. He had a feeling that if he tried to extend his time with her, it would be too hard to ever let her go.
When Sunday morning came around, he’d have her delivered back to her brothel, and he’d never think of her again. He knew he could do this — he was strong. She was just one more woman in a long line of women. It didn’t matter to him that another man would touch her, do the sorts of things he was doing with her and more.
Then why did you bring her home?
Dammit! He didn’t want his own brain arguing with him. He didn’t know why he’d brought her to his place instead of a hotel room, didn’t know why he liked the idea of her staying here among his possessions while he worked.
He’d never had the desire to bring another woman through his front door, and he strongly suspected that he’d never feel that way again. He refused to analyze the thought, however. Tonight was about sex, it was about pleasure, it was about taking from Jewell what he wanted, and giving her only what he felt like giving.
What made it so frustrating, though, was that he wanted to give her so much. Yes, he’d pleasured her because he’d wanted to, but he knew he’d gotten even more joy from her orgasm than she’d received. That’s what this woman, this stranger, did to him.
She made him feel alive and excited. She made him forget about his past, made him forget why he’d gone in search of her. She made him think only of her. He would have to do better at keeping the walls he’d built up around him intact, because if he wasn’t careful, she would have a hold on him, and that just wasn’t acceptable.
“You’ll have to do better at obeying me tomorrow,” he said as he served up her dinner, making sure that he brushed against her again in the process.
“I did everything you asked today.” Her voice was quiet, subdued, and he noticed how she shifted position on her chair. Ah, the toy had been getting to her the entire day, and he planned to use it while they were at the table. He loved the control he had over her body…and it wasn’t just from those good vibrations.
“I saw your defiance, and I will force that attitude from you. Go get that bag there in the corner and bring it me.”
She looked in the direction he indicated with his eyes, and then stood up obediently. He saw the tension in her shoulders, and he could tell she hated his commands, knew that it irked her to follow his orders like a well-trained puppy. She also knew that if she didn’t do it, he would remove her instantly from his life.