I didn’t know what had gotten into me. I’d already come once. I didn’t know why being around him had me thinking about another release so soon.
Was that even possible? Could I?
“If you want more than that, angel, you’re going to have to ask for it,” he murmured. His fingers flittered over my skin, teasingly light. I shivered and pressed into his fingers, hoping to entice him with my body rather than with anything I might say.
He didn’t respond, which only heightened both my excitement and my frustration. I smoothed my hand over his chest. My need gave me false courage and when I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried to make him put his fingers between my thighs, he growled.
“Little girl, I will spank that pussy bright red if you continue on that path,” he warned.
I pulled my hand back like it had been scorched with fire.
His palm caressed the side of my cheek, cupping my face and turning mine to peer back at his. His lips captured my own in a tender kiss, coaxing and gentle, and I couldn’t help but press my body against him in hopes that maybe this was the start to something more. My nipples were so sensitive that even the soft fabric of his suit scraping against them made me cry out. My thighs slid against one another as he pulled away. I was still soaking wet.
I wanted him to fuck me. He did no such thing.
“But…” I began.
He shook his head, and the words died on my tongue.
“If you want more, angel, you will ask for it. If you don’t ask, you won’t get anything else,” he said. I pouted a little at that, which made him smile darkly.
I expected him to return to punishing my pussy with his hand at any second, but he just focused on petting me gently and my body melted against him. That simple touch made me feel adored and cared for, but my need for more pleasure never quite simmered away. It just took a backseat for a little while and I closed my eyes.
Without meaning to, I fell asleep.
* * *
I woke up sometime later to find the spot beside me empty. In his place, though, was a note on the pillow. With a reluctant yawn, I rolled over and reached for it. Even the paper felt expensive, almost like velvet. I stretched and finally glanced down to read it.
Angel,
You looked so peaceful and content that I didn’t want to wake you. I had a few business calls to see to. Come find me when you wake. I’ll be on the balcony off of the seating room just down the hall.
James
I brushed my fingers over the curling of his letters, unable to miss that they were neat, precise, each word beautiful in its own way. It was sweet that he’d thought of me. Without that note, I’d probably have woken up uneasy in a strange place. Instead, it made me feel even more safe.
That took me by surprise.
I didn’t want to care about him. I shouldn’t. I needed to get back home so that I could figure out some way to bring my father down for what he’d done to my mother.
I couldn’t let myself get distracted by a man.
I put the note down and rolled onto my back. I sighed. I needed to get my head back on straight. As much as I tried though, my mind kept turning back to him. Still completely naked, I pulled the covers up around me, curling them into my neck in an effort to hide from how much my world had changed in less than twenty-four hours.
Yesterday morning, I’d been sitting in an abandoned factory, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder as punishment for going against my father.
Today, I was sleeping in a bed fit for a queen with my body still throbbing from the hardest orgasm of my life. My heart thrummed in my chest, almost like it wanted to remind me of the man that had brought me here.
The man who had made it his solemn vow to protect me.
My pussy clenched so tightly it hurt.
I turned my head to the side and did my best to ignore my mind’s current train of thought. In a ploy to distract myself, I traced my hands over my skin, deciding that exploring the desire building in my body was more important than any emotional attachment I might be feeling for James. I followed the line of my collarbone and tentatively palmed my breasts, squeezing a little at first. When it didn’t feel like enough, I groaned with dissatisfaction and moved on to toying with my nipples.
With a soft huff, I trailed my fingertips down my belly. I stopped for several seconds once I reached my hipbones. What would he think if he walked in right now? Would he be angry or upset that I was going to touch myself?
Would he punish me for it?