She lifted her chin up to him, desperate for his kiss.
Instead, he blinked down, past her mouth. A ragged breath fell from her lips as his hand cupped her breast, molding and massaging it with the pad of his thumb. Her nipple peaked instantly. She straightened her spine, offering more of herself to him. She didn’t care where he put his mouth. She just wanted it on her. Now.
She moaned aloud when he finally leaned down and flicked his tongue on the tops of her breasts, whisper-light. His warm breath alone was enough to make her skin prickle with a million goose bumps.
Then he encircled her nipple with his mouth, sucking it hard. She hadn’t worn her bra or panties, and all day she’d felt a little strange, but mostly free and sexy. She had to admit, it had felt good to be bad. She could get used to sharing secrets with Jack Bennett, she thought, as he devoured her breast, making wild, hungry noises.
As he sucked, his hands gripped her waist, and her mind went wild with possibilities. She looked down at his head as he laved her nipple, painting circles with his tongue. The sight itself was so erotic, so hot, she could scarcely believe it was happening to her. It pulled a groan from deep within her.
Both of her nipples were painfully hard, now. She could do nothing but tilt her other breast toward him, urging him to lavish equal attention on it. Every part of her body screamed for his touch. He dragged his hand from her hip to play with her other nipple, sending sparks of pleasure up and down her body.
A pulse beat between her legs. She was so wet now. So wet and ready.
He tore at the rest of the blouse, leaving it open, then suddenly stepped away, appraising her.
The lack of his touch made her ache even more for him. She watched his eyes travel the length of her nearly naked body, craving his touch.
She started to close her blouse over her breasts when he stopped her. “Take it off.”
She did so, hesitantly. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was angry at her, that she’d done something wrong and now he was hell-bent on humiliating her. That old Boston accent of his, the one he tried so hard to hide, had made a reappearance, and that meant something wasn’t right with him.
Was it because she’d tried to act aloof about him seeing other women? No attachments—wasn’t that the rule?
Now she was fully naked, completely exposed, wearing nothing but her heels. “What should I—“
He put a finger on her lips, silencing her. His eyes were cold as he started to pace in front of her. “Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. You’ve followed my directions well so far. This is your lesson in submitting your will to mine. You will do what I say, without question, without making a single noise. Do you understand? Nod if you do.”
She nodded.
Frowning tightly, he strode over to the bed and motioned her to follow. “Lie on the bed.”
Thrilled to be given an order, she climbed onto the clean white sheets. Stretching out on her back, she propped herself up by the elbows as sparks spread through her from the anticipation.
She searched his face, seeking his approval.
He gave her none. He motioned to her legs. “Spread them. As wide as you can.”
She did, dragging her legs apart so that her pussy lips stretched open, leaving her more exposed than ever. He slowly began to loosen his tie, his eyes never leaving her. Her heart hammered in her chest, desperately awaiting his next command as he removed his tie and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. “That looks good enough to eat. Do you want me to eat you out, Eva?”
It was the closest thing to his approval she’d received, and her entire body shivered at the suggestion. She wanted nothing more than to feel him sucking on her clit, his tongue delving deep into her like it had last night.
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded.
“Not yet,” he said, removing his belt and shirt. “I want you do exactly as I tell you. If you do anything else, you will be punished, understand? And you’re not to come. Not until I say so.”
She couldn’t acquiesce to that. She was already so hot, so close. She knew it wouldn’t take much to drive her past the brink. Now he stood at the foot of the bed, dressed only in his boxer briefs, his cock bulging hard against the fabric.
He was as turned on as she was. That seemed a sure sign of approval.
He moved around to the night table and slid the drawer open. From it, he pulled out a condom.
Oh, my God, she thought. This is really happening.
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, and her heart jammed in her throat, but he continued speaking, as if this was something he’d done many times before. “Play with your pussy. Like you did this morning.”
With a trembling hand, she reached down to rub her clit. Right away it pulsed under her fingers. She leaned back and closed her eyes, imagining it was him, like she’d done before. She pictured his muscled, powerful body between her legs, ready t
o claim her. She imagined the roughness of his hands on her skin, leaving no inch unexplored.