He smiles, a condescending, triumphant smile.
Suddenly I feel sick at what I’ve just allowed him to do to me. Jesus, I’ve behaved like a cheap slut. I swallow hard. I can’t even look him in the eye. How could this have happened to me? He made me come with one finger! And that digit is still inside me and my muscles are contracting helplessly around it.
‘Take your finger out of me now,’ I say in a cold, hard voice.
‘Why? Are you ready for me to replace it with my cock?’ he mocks insolently.
I am so inflamed that it seems natural that he should bear the brunt of my fury. My right hand flies up towards his cheek. It never connects. Instead, a band of steel curls around my forearm.
‘Don’t ever do that again. I don’t like it,’ he says very softly.
I try to wrench my hand out of his grasp, but it’s like someone has poured concrete around it. His impassive eyes watch my puny struggles almost curiously. Like a child watching an insect it has caught before it pulls its wings off.
I take a deep breath. ‘Let me go,’ I cry.
He curls his finger and starts stroking my inside walls, and I feel my body begin to respond to his manipulation. Oh no. I can’t allow him to take total control of my body again. I stare into his eyes.
‘Please,’ I beg. My voice sounds strange and strangled.
One corner of his mouth lifts. It makes him look at once beautiful and cruel. He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hand. ‘Fly away little bird,’ he says dismissively.
I feel so ashamed tears start to burn my eyes. No man has ever reduced me to a feeling of such utter lack of worth. To him I am nothing but a sexual object. A thing. He thought I was offering myself, and he just helped himself even after I objected. Now he is just getting rid of me. My knees feel like jelly.
I press my lips together and take a sideways step. Some part of my brain tries to make sense of what has just happened. It’s OK, you’ll never see him again. No one will ever know what happened here today. It’s just one of those inexplicable moments you have never experienced before. A powerful man totally floors an inexperienced idiot!
I straighten my spine. You know what, I can do the walk of shame. So what? I take one step in the direction of the door and another step and then another step. I put my hand on the handle and his voice, like warm honey, pours into my ears.
‘Hey, if you ever need help or anything, anything at all, call me.’
I shouldn’t have responded. It would have been better, more dignified, to walk out the door without even an acknowledgement that he has spoken. Instead, I whirl around.
‘If you think I need more of what you just dished out you are very much mistaken. You can take your arrogant offer and stuff it up your ass.’
‘The world is a dangerous place, rybka. You don’t know when you need a helping hand. It is better to have a friend than an enemy.’
I look at him scornfully. A man like him could never be a friend of mine. He’s the exact opposite of me. This man has ice water flowing in his veins. I nearly fainted once at a pearl farm when I found exactly how pearls are harvested. They cut through the flesh of the poor oyster and dig around in its flesh until they locate the pearl. Ugh! He is as unfeeling as those workmen.
‘I wouldn’t come to you if you were the last fucking man on earth.’
He shrugs. ‘One day you will come to me again and you will be eager for what I dish out.’
‘You’ll die believing that.’
‘I made you come harder than you’ve ever come using just one finger. You’ll be back for more,’ he says confidently.
I feel heat start climbing up my neck. ‘You’re a real bastard, aren’t you?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’
I shake my head with disgust. There is no way to win an argument with someone who cannot be made to feel ashamed of their rude and arrogant ways. I open the door and walk out.
Three
Zane
I watch her leave the room and hear the muffled sound of her footsteps go down the best of Italy’s pink marble. I hit the button on the intercom. Noah replies almost instantly.
‘Get Corrine to come up,’ I tell him, and remove my finger from the button.
I open a drawer and take out a condom. I tear it open and fit it onto my dick. The door opens and Corrine slinks in with a seductive smile. She is blonde with long legs and a great pair of tits. She is wearing a semi transparent white blouse, no bra, an extremely short black skirt, and as I have stipulated, no panties.