CHAPTER8
Donovan
Ididn’t want to wake up. My body felt used and tired. I’d fucked my pretty little assistant well last night and I’d made sure she had a good first experience— and second and third—so when I opened my eyes I was surprised to find the bed next to me empty. I ran a hand over the sheets, which were cool.
I climbed out of bed, letting my feet scrunch in the carpet before pushing up. I’d envisaged sinking into Jessica’s pussy more times than I could count over the past few months. She wore those tight-fitted pencil skirts that hugged her curves and heels that made her calves look amazing. I never thought I would be able to have her—not like this.
Taking her virginity was a dick move, but I was glad it was me and not someone else. I knew the men who frequented the club. They wouldn’t have gone easy on her. Her first time would have been traumatic. I hoped I made it good for her.
I headed into the bathroom and leaned into the shower cubicle to turn the spray on. The water came down, the room filling with steam. I tested it before stepping under it.
She’d looked so beautiful last night. She’d ridden me, her breasts bouncing as she slid up and down my shaft. That image would be engraved in my brain. If nothing else ever happened between us, I’d never forget that view.
I’d never forget how it felt to slide inside her slick channel and have her push through the barrier of her virginity.
I leaned a hand against the tiles. I needed to find release before my balls exploded. I was riled up, ready to go for round four, but I guessed Jessica might be a bit sore after what we did and I wasn’t that much of an asshole that I’d put my own needs before hers.
Instead, I reached down. Palming my throbbing cock, I slowly pulled up and then down. My balls instantly reacted to the touch, tightening. I continued to jerk myself off. As I did, I kept her image in my mind.
I imagined it was her sliding up and down my shaft, rather than my hand. I imagined grabbing her tits as I fucked her tight cunt. My hand moved faster, twisting slightly as I did. My legs started to feel weak. I locked my knees in place as I increased my strokes.
My breath started to tear out of me and my balls were even more strangled as I kept going. When my climax tore out of me the force of it nearly drove me to my knees as streams of cum spurted from the head of my shaft. I groaned and slowed my hand action as I milked my cock dry.
Breathing hard, I leaned my head against the tiles while waiting for my pounding heart to slow. Jessica was under my skin and I wasn’t sure I wanted to get her out from under there.
I closed my eyes and wondered where the hell we went from here. I wanted her to remain as my assistant, so I’d do whatever was needed to ensure she felt comfortable at work, but this changed the dynamic between us and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure Jessica was mine. I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.
I tilted my head under the shower head, letting it wet my hair completely. I scrubbed my body and scalp, then I washed myself off.
Once I was done, I turned the water off and stepped out. Grabbing a towel off the rail, I wrapped it around my hips and went back into the bedroom.
I dried and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. There was still no sign of Jessica. I was starting to consider she might have had regrets about what we did and left this morning.
I didn’t think she was the kind of person who would run away without talking to me, but we’d never been in this situation before.
Plus, I was learning she wasn’t always forthcoming with me. She’d lied for however long about her money troubles. Jessica wasn’t quite the open book I thought she was.
Now that I’d tasted her, I wasn’t going to let her go or walk away. If she thought she could push me away she was wrong about that, too. I was in this now. I felt like I wanted to claim her in every way that mattered, and it was a powerful emotion.
I’d never experienced this kind of thing before.
I fucked women. I didn’t want to settled down with them. But I definitely wanted that with Jessica. Except, I didn’t know if she would accept me if she knew the truth behind the suits and expensive cars—if she knew about my pleasure dungeon and all the depraved things I wanted to do to her in it.
I left the bedroom and made my way into the living area. The TV was on low, but there was no sign of Jessica. I frowned and grabbed the remote control, hitting the power button to off.
Moving through the penthouse, I searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
Then I saw the door was open to my pleasure room.
My stomach twisted. I didn’t lock it. I never had reason to. If I brought a woman back here she knew my tastes, my proclivities already. Jessica was the exception.
She wasn’t aware of my dominant side that craved her submission, or the sadist in me that enjoyed inflicting pleasurable pain, before she came here. I wasn’t sure she was ready to find out about it either.
Not yet. We could have built up to this introduction, but my sexual preferences were a lot to take in for someone as innocent as Jessica was.
I walked up the hallway toward the door, my heart starting to race. When I stepped through the door, I wasn’t sure what to expect, so it took me a millisecond to realize Jessica was sitting on the bed.
It wasn’t an ordinary bed. There was a cage underneath the mattress and there were hoops on each bedpost. Ropes could be threaded through those rings. The sheets were silk and black, the walls were painted dark too. There were various pieces of equipment around the room that were able to hold a partner still while I did things to them. There was a cabinet filled with sex toys too. Butt plugs, vibrators, dildos. Everything imaginable that could bring pleasure or pain.