EMMALINE
James ignored everyone as he tightly wrapped his hand around mine, quickly leading me through the house. I stumbled slightly on the stairs while trying to match his fast pace, and only then did he slow down, but he only slowed down enough to lean down and sweep me up into his arms and carry me up the remaining steps.
I swallowed nervously when he entered the room we now shared, and he set me on the bed. I stayed silent as he locked the door and began to remove his blazer, his tie going next.
I watched as he began to take off his shoes. “I told you that I would prove to you that I’m the one man in this world that you never have to be afraid of, Emmaline,” he told me, his voice slightly rough. I swallowed thickly when he began to unbutton his shirt.
He was really going to do a session right now?
“I promised you from day one that I would only take care of you, no matter what that entailed. It’s even in our contract.” I watched him nervously. “I legally bound myself to you to make you feel safer since you haven’t had much in the way of security in the past three years.”
Longer than that actually, but he didn’t need to know.
He shrugged his shirt off, tossing it aside. His slacks went next. I swallowed thickly, hating that despite my fear of him, my body still ached for his touch.
“I’m not one for putting myself into a vulnerable position, little one, but I will for you – only for you.” Oh, God. “The moment my eyes met yours, I wanted to kill every son of a bitch that ever put their hands on you and didn’t properly take care of you afterward.”
He stood in front of me completely naked. I swallowed thickly, keeping my eyes locked on his blue ones. “To prove to you that you don’t have to fear me, I’m giving you the control right now,” he informed me. My eyes widened. “I’m going to lie on the bed. I won’t touch you – not unless you order me to.” I licked my suddenly dry lips, watching as he followed the movement of my tongue, his eyes darkening. “If you want to tie me up, blindfold me, whatever, do it. Anything you need will be in my top nightstand drawer.” He drew in a deep breath. “Right now, our relationship together is based on sex. I want it to be more than that, but we still haven’t built up to that point. So, I’m giving you control right now in the only way that I know how.”
He laid on his back on the bed, his hands at his sides. I licked my lips as I slowly stood up, extremely nervous. I’d never had sex before I had been kidnapped and forced to let men and women use my body. That also meant that I had never been in control, and I had never been on top.
I was nervous – extremely nervous.
“Breathe, little one,” James softly commanded. “You’re panicking. Don’t panic.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted.
A soft smile touched his lips, his eyes brightening for a moment. “You mean I actually get a first with you?” he asked.
Why did my heart clench at his words? He wanted a first with me. This dangerous beast of a man wanted a first with me.
My cheeks reddened at his words. “You got my first kiss, too,” I quietly told him.
His eyes darkened even more. “Fuck,” he growled as he fisted the comforter in his hands. I sucked in a sharp breath, all of my nerve endings curling as my blood lit on fire. His veins stood out in his hands and arms, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d seen yet.
I nervously licked my lips. “Will you help me?” I asked him.
He growled. “Fuck, little one,” he rumbled. “If you want me to, yes, but you’ll still hold the control,” he promised me.
“Okay,” I whispered. I shrugged my sweater off my shoulders. He licked his lips, his right hand gripping the comforter again, those veins in his arms standing out even more. My pussy clenched, aching for him to be deep inside of me.
I reached behind me and slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Unable to help myself, I moaned when he fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke it, his eyes on me.
With a blush burning my cheeks, I took the hair-tie out of my hair and set it on the dresser before I removed my flats and unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms and hit the floor. My panties went next, and finally, I was standing in front of the bed, completely naked for him.
I nervously licked my lips and crawled onto the bed until I was straddling him. He ran his darkened eyes over me, and I moaned when the tip of his cock rubbed against my slit. He moaned low in his throat and lifted his hips slightly before he hissed a breath through his teeth and forced his body to lower back down again.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he softly growled.
Was it even possible for someone like me to hold this much power over him?
I cautiously placed my hands on his chest, still on my knees, my body raised slightly above his. “I’m nervous,” I blurted.
A soft look passed through his eyes along with understanding. “I know you’re not used to leading, little one, but it’s okay. Just do what feels natural and what feels good. Trust me, as long as my cock is buried deep inside of you, anything you do will fucking feel good,” he promised.
Nervously biting on my bottom lip, I grabbed his cock in my hand and lined it up with my slit before I slowly sank down onto him, my pussy already soaked and weeping for him. I closed my eyes, my lips parting as I moaned. Fuck, he felt amazing from this angle.
“Goddammit,” James growled beneath me. I opened my eyes to look down at him. His eyes were focused on me, his hands reaching for me before he muttered “fuck” and dropped his hands back down to the comforter, fisting it in his hands again.
God, those fucking veins.
Calling on courage that I really didn’t feel at that moment – not with a man as experienced as James – I slowly began to move my hips.
Oh, fuck.
James groaned beneath me at the same time I moaned. “Fuck, yes, little one – just like that,” he moaned, his words spurring me on, giving me a bit more courage.
How the fuck was a man moaning so fucking sexy and hot?
I placed my hands back on his chest and slowly rocked my hips back and forth, small, breathless moans falling from my lips as I rode him. I could tell that it was taking every bit of his restraint to let me fuck him like this.
To let me have the control.
My pace quickened. I was right on the brink of that fucking explosion, but I couldn’t fucking reach it. I was getting frustrated, whines and whimpers falling from my lips as I chased that high, and yet, it continuously remained out of reach. I needed something more, but I didn’t know what it was.