He smiles at me before opening my car door and ushering me inside. I climb in, confused by what just happened. Confused by all of this.
I watch as he walks around the car and climbs in the driver’s seat, starting up the car.
“I hate to end our night so soon, but I have some business to attend to tonight,” he explains. I nod my head, unsure what that means. Does he have another girl waiting for him at the club? The thought makes my stomach churn even though I know what he does. Why wouldn’t there be other women? There would be, and I’m guessing more than just one.
I shift in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable with the whole idea. I should have known better than to think he was only there for me. I should have known there were others out there just like me.
“Are you okay?” he asks as I tense up in the seat.
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine. What’s bothering you?” he asks this time. How do I answer that? How do I say that what he does at the club with other women bothers me? It shouldn’t. We’re not dating. We’re not together. He’s free to do whatever he wants, but it feels like a punch to the gut now.
“Sorry. I’m just thinking about some things,” I answer vaguely. I don’t want to tell him and risk looking like a fool.
“What things?”
“Work.” He leaves it at that and doesn’t ask any more questions as he drives us back to the club where my car is parked.
Like a gentleman, he opens my door, helping me out before interlacing his fingers with mine. Instead of walking toward my car, he pulls me along toward the club.
“What are we doing?”
“I changed my mind,” he says as we walk closer to the building. Justice walks us up the steps and into the front door, where faint music plays and people walk around. He waves to one of the guys before pulling me down the hall to the room I’ve come to think of as ours.
“I thought you had work to do?” I ask him as we step inside the room.
“I changed my mind, Skylar. Is that a problem for you?” he asks. I shake my head as he helps me out of my coat and quickly removes my dress, bra, and panties. He groans when I’m standing in front of him naked.
“On the bed,” he demands. I climb on the bed, laying on my back as he undresses. I can’t help but watch him and the magnetic way he moves. It’s with a purpose, and my thighs clench when I think about that purpose.
“I want to bind you tonight,” he says as he walks to the closet and pulls out a different type of rope. He walks to the bed and sits on the edge, his cock hard and ready between his legs.
“Bind me?”
“Yes. I want you open for me, but I want your mind free of everything else.” I nod my head as he looks me over, and I can feel the heat caressing me from his gaze alone.
Justice wastes no time in binding me. The ropes are softer than I expected as he wraps them around my body. My wrists are bound to my thighs, forcing them apart for him, and I feel vulnerable like this. Open for him. Bare to him. It’s as if he can see my soul when he looks into my eyes, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
“So fucking beautiful, Skylar.” The words roll off his tongue as a shiver moves through my body. Justice gets in between my parted thighs and grabs his cock in his hand, toying with me. I watch his every move, transfixed by what he’s doing to himself and me.
“You’re mine, Sky. Mine to do with what I please,” he mumbles as he drags his cock over my clit. I jerk at the touch and nearly moan from the feeling. Then he’s there. Pressing the head of his cock inside of me slowly. So fucking slowly.
“I’m going to make it hurt, Sky. You know your safe word,” he reminds me. I nod my head when he slaps the inside of my thigh roughly. I gasp just as he thrusts into me, and then I scream. He didn’t give me time to adjust to him. He just takes me. Thrust after thrust. The position I’m in gives him access to everything inside of me.
He buries himself in me and holds steady as he gazes down at me. There’s heat in his eyes but something more. So much more that I can’t even explain it, and I don’t think he can either.
His hands move to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he raises up and falls back down. My body hums, needing the release I know he will give me. But first, he’s going to make me beg and beg I will.
“Please,” I pant as he fucks me harder and faster.
“You want to come already?” he asks with a grin. I can’t help that my body responds to him. I can’t help I have this need inside of me.
“Yes, J!” he chuckles and fucks me harder until I’m screaming from the pleasure. I can feel his cock swell inside me, and I know he’s just as close as I am. He reaches down with one hand and finds my clit. Circling it, I want to leap off the bed from the sensations running through me, but then I feel it. The heat builds inside me, and before I can stop it or protest, I’m exploding around him. He growls and thrusts a few more times until I feel him fall apart inside of me.
I gasp for air as he holds steady above me. When he pulls out of me, he moves to undo the ropes and set me free. My limbs fall to the bed as I stretch them out, and he grins. That’s when he grabs my wrists and softly and gently massages them.
“You looked beautiful like that. I should have taken a picture,” he says before climbing off the bed. I watch him walk into the bathroom and return with a wet cloth. He climbs on the bed between my thighs and parts them gently before cleaning me up.