“Whatever I want,” he whispered into her ear. He pushed her forward, making her knees come in contact with the bed. It was only seconds before he lifted her up, leaving her derrière high in the air, her face on the bed, and her hands secured tightly behind her back.
He caressed her backside with his hands, then slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties and felt her undeniable wetness, wetness proving how turned on she truly was.
“See, Jewell, you can lie with words all you want, but your body tells me exactly how much you enjoy this, exactly how much you want me.”
Then his palm came down and she let out a shocked cry when he made contact with the tender flesh of her backside. The blow wasn’t hard enough to hurt her; it was just enough to warm her skin and send a ripple of pleasure through her core.
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to take you hard and fast. I want to take you over and over again until you can’t possibly stand another minute. I won’t let you come until you’re begging me to do so,” he said, and he bent and gently nipped her buttock.
“I won’t beg you,” she said through gritted teeth. But would she be able to keep her word? She didn’t know.
“Oh, you will beg me, Jewell. I guarantee it.”
Before he was able to say anything more, they heard a pounding on the door, which instantly sent a cold chill through Jewell’s body.
“Who’s in there?” someone yelled. “Why is this door locked?” The pounding grew in volume.
“Go away,” Blake shouted, his powerful voice enough to scare most people into doing exactly what he wanted.
“I watched you use a card to get on these docks. I thought this was your boat,” Jewell gasped.
“I most certainly will not go away,” the person called out. “This is private property — my boss’s property — and you’re trespassing. I’m calling the cops.”
“You don’t have permission to be on here?” Jewell said as she squirmed to try to get away, but Blake had his hand tightly on her hip.
“It belongs to a business associate who is selling it. It will be mine in one minute,” Blake said, and he released her, though all she could do was roll onto her side. The belt around her hands didn’t allow her to even cover herself.
“Let me out of this,” she begged him, but Blake didn’t seem to hear her.
He went over to his jacket and pulled out what appeared to be a checkbook. He wrote something furiously and went over to the door, not even bothering to put on a shirt or to button up his pants.
Opening the door, he blocked any view into the room. And Blake had to be a fearsome sight, because the man on the other side of the door took a quick step back. All Jewell could see were his feet through Blake’s firmly planted legs.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man said, but his words weren’t quite as loud as they had been while the door was closed. “This is private property,” he said for the second time.
“This is my boat now. Get the hell off my property,” Blake growled as he lifted the check he’d just written and slammed it against the stunned man’s chest.
“I…what?” the man gasped.
“Call your boss.” Without another word, Blake shut the door with a final click and bolted the lock, then turned and shot Jewell a look with so much heat that she wasn’t sure how she didn’t melt against the still-made bed.
“We won’t be interrupted again,” he said as he stalked back toward her.
“What if he doesn’t want to sell his boat?” Jewell questioned.
“I told you I know the seller. I gave him more than he was asking. The boat is now mine.”
“You can’t just buy a boat without paperwork,” she pointed out.
“I can.”
Jewell was stunned.
“Where were we?” Blake said, hunger burning in his gaze.
“I’m not in the mood anymore,” Jewell said; she was still in shock over the events of the past few minutes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”
With those words he undid the rest of the buttons on his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Apparently the interruption had done nothing to put a damper on his excitement — he sprang free, thick, long and hard, and Jewell felt a rush of liquid heat coat her quivering core.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Blake as he walked back to the bed and stared down at her. Then, when he sat down, his erection so close to her face, she tried not to be affected, but it was impossible.
“Taste me, Jewell,” he ordered her, and her throat tightened.
She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his pleasure on her tongue.
He shifted his body and pulled her back up so she was on her knees, her mouth only inches from his gleaming shaft. When he brought her to his arousal, she didn’t hesitate; she opened her lips to take him inside the recesses of her mouth.
“Yes, Jewell, just like that.” He guided her head slowly up and down his pulsing thickness. She sucked his velvet skin and smiled around his manhood when she tasted the tang of his pleasure.
He supported her head with one hand so she didn’t fall against him, while he reached around her throat with the other hand and let it glide downward until he was fondling her breast. He rubbed his palm against her aching nipple, then pinched it, making her cry out even as she sucked on him, and she took him deeper into her throat.
“Enough,” he groaned, lifting her head. The sight of him wet with her saliva made her core throb.
“Please,” she groaned.
“I thought you wouldn’t beg.”
She tensed at his words, irritated with herself for doing exactly what she’d said she wouldn’t do. Well, she wouldn’t do it again, no matter how much she wanted him buried deep inside her.
He looked at the stubbornness in her face and chuckled. “Ah, Jewell, you’ll never win in a game of wills with me,” he said, and she suspected that he was right.
But she said nothing. She wasn’t willing to give him the satisfaction.
Then he moved off the bed and left her on her knees, with her ass arched in the air and her hands still trapped behind her back. The lights went out. She waited for his touch, but nothing happened, and she writhed on the bed, her core tight and needy, her breasts aching acutely as they rubbed against the blankets.
He was going to make her speak. She knew exactly what he was doing, and she held out for as long as she could before a frustrated sigh escaped her tightened throat.