Is she for fucking real right now? I know when I’m wrong about something or someone, but I never expected her to freak out on me like this without even hearing me out. For seeing something she’s made? I’m not going to fight with her, but I’m also not leaving. I know when someone has passed the point of listening to reason. She needs me to be a bad guy for whatever reason. So I walk away from her toward the bed to sit down for a minute. I need to take a moment before my patience snaps. Less than a minute ago, I was in awe of this woman, but right now I’m on the verge of spanking her for being such a brat.
“I said…Did. You. Hear. Me?”
“Loud and clear, Everly.”
Standing at the door, she turns her head to the side, pausing like she has something more to say. She’s breathing heavily, holding back from something.Soangry. I understand anger and how it can completely take over your body. Right now, I’m equally annoyed that she’s dismissing me and curious as to why she’s so quick to do it.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, my elbows on my knees, waiting for her next move. I don’t want to fight with her about this, but I also don’t want her to think finding this out means anything other than me being impressed. I couldn’t give a shit about what she chooses to do with her business and what she decides to market or not.
“You’re pissed off and you don’t need to be. Will you at least hear me out?” I’m looking up as she grabs the sliding door handle and pauses. I take that as my cue to continue. “I was going to wake you up, and then I noticed your designs. You were lying on top of them. That’s all. I wasn’t snooping or expecting to find that. Hell, I thought you were dealing with spreadsheets and budgets here, not secretly designing an entire apparel line. And that’s not a hobby, either. That’s a big deal. It must make up for at least forty percent of your company's profit. You’re talented, really, really fucking talented...”
She doesn’t say anything, but she also doesn't leave. She's just standing at the door. I can tell she’s weighing her next move. I sit patiently, observing her, and let my eyes wander along her body. Her perfect ass filling out the black yoga pants she’s wearing and the red sweater that’s draped off one shoulder. Her wavy brown hair, a bit wilder than usual, draped over her other shoulder. How do I rewind to earlier today when this woman was flirting with me instead of spitting fire?
When she still doesn’t say anything, I start to think this beautiful woman has one hell of a temper on her. I want that heat focused on setting each other’s bodies ablaze instead. It’s a good time for some honesty. “Everly. I’m not interested in anything other thanyou. I could give a shit about any of that, or why you would want to keep any of it a secret. It’s incredible, but that’s none of my business.”
She turns around, leans against the door, and flicks her eyes up to meet mine. And just like that, the energy of the room shifts. I feel it as it billows like smoke around my body, seeping into my skin. Those big, beautiful eyes aren’t angry any longer, instead they’re wild, maybe even hungry, but far less hostile than moments ago. She bites on her lower lip, drags it through her teeth, and then wets both lips. And with one word, I realize she’s not interested in excuses or reasoning. She wanted truth. No games.
“Beg.”
Okay, maybe some games. I wait for a beat, making sure I heard that right.I know I did.Holy shit. I don’t think about how badly that command just turned me on, instead I stand up and move toward her slowly, as if I’ll scare this moment away.
“What did you just say?” I ask. If I did hear that correctly, then I’m about to understand why I’ve been pulled to this woman. She’s not a good girl at all. She wants to get dirty. And I’m happy to bathe in it with her.
She finds her voice again. With a breathy attitude, or maybe it’s pride, she replies, “You want me to believe you. I believe you. Now I need you to apologize and beg.”
She wants to be in charge, change the dynamic, take back whatever power she feels like she just lost by letting go of a secret she never intended to give. Fine. I’m game.
“What exactly am I begging for, Miss Riggs?”
“Stop right there, Jack.” I stop right where I am, less than ten feet away from her at this point.
I tilt my head and I’m obvious with the way I rake my eyes down and up her body. “Tell me what you want me to beg for, Everly. Forgiveness? Your mouth? Your pussy?”
“Get on your knees first.” She looks at me, tilting her head, waiting for my protest. I’ll let her take this moment for herself. I’ll happily comply.
“I want to hear you ask nicely for my forgiveness.” She pauses, playing with the feeling of asking for what she wants. “And then I want you to beg to touch me. Beg to taste me.”
Well, damn. That was hot.I get on my knees as she walks slowly toward me. The air in the room is still. Like the calm quiet that happens right before it snows. As if nature is kneeling before the beauty that’s about to flutter around it. That makes her the storm, and I’m ready.
Just when I think I have this woman figured out, when I put her into an assumptive box to understand better, she continues to surprise me. And now I’m on my knees, my dick straining to escape my jeans like an animal waiting for its master's next command. And oh, does it want to come out and play.
“Take off your shirt,” she orders.
I pull the Henley up from behind my neck and over my head. She stands in front of me, just out of reach, but the intimacy of the moment has a hold over both of us.
“Now the belt.”
I start to unbuckle my belt, and I watch her eyes roam over my chest, across my shoulders, to my arms, down to my hands that are working their way to removing what she’s asked. The clank of the buckle hitting the floor breaks her concentration. It’s taking all of my reserve to do this for her, give her the lead here, submit to her demands, when I want to grab her, bite her ass, lick every curve and drive into her body. I’m panting for her next direction. She knows that I’m just barely holding back. It’s obvious how turned on I am, my cock trying to break through and sink into what it wants most. To what I want more than anything right now. Her.
She saunters closer and sits down in the chair that’s in front of me, relaxing against the back, her eyes never leaving me. She licks her lips and then rakes her eyes down my body, assessing what she wants from me next. There is a roster of things I’m going to do to this woman, but she still has the lead. She tilts her hips up and drags her tight black pants down her ass and legs, the seductive and slow movements she’s making, causing me to swallow roughly. She tosses them somewhere behind her and then spreads her legs wide in the chair. Confidently displaying exactly what she’s teasing me with. My eyes are pulled to where her legs end and hand rests. I watch as she practically pets her pussy through a pair of black lace panties.
“Lose the underwear, Jack. Let me see that cock I’ve been fantasizing about riding.”
Well, alright. A perfectly filthy mouth to match my own. Oh, the things I want to do with that mouth. My eyes flash up to hers and it’s impossible not to smile. I’m salivating at every word leaving this woman's lips.
“I’ll need to get off my knees, then.”
She nods, as if she’s giving me permission. I stand, unbutton my jeans, pull them off, and kick them out of sight, smirking down at her. She’s looking me in the eyes, but I can tell that it’s taking all of her willpower not to look at my cock. I pull my boxer briefs down my legs next and nudge them away with my foot. My cock juts out and practically genuflects in appreciation of the goddess in front of me. Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites her lip, staring at my hard-on, then drags a finger inside the seam of her panties.
A low growl comes out of me. “That’s mine.”
She moves her eyes slowly up from my cock to my eyes. “We’ll see.” She takes her hand away and sits up in the chair. “Touch yourself, Jack. Let me see what makes you feel good.” She pauses. I can tell she wants to say more, but she’s testing out how it might sound first. “Do you think of me when you do?”Keep going, beautiful.I tip my chin up to nod.
“The night you walked in on me, did you fuck your fist later that night?” I can’t even respond, because as she’s asking me, she starts to pull her red sweater over her head. She tosses it aside and moves to stand in front of me with nothing more than a skimpy black tank top and those lace panties.
My patience snaps at her closeness. I’ve lost any sense of sanity, because the only thing I want to do is hear this woman come. Chase every orgasm and reward it with another. Unleash every dirty thought I’ve had of her. I want to bury myself so deep that the pleasure she feels reaches every part of her body and my reward is her moaning and screaming my name.