Dark Demands 04: Bound to Him (8 page)

“Okay –
but
they mustn’t see,” she said nervously glancing behind her again.

Gina suddenly felt like a naughty teenager
– a kid who was standing on the front steps enjoying a crafty fumble with her boyfriend
.  But
it wasn’t like that, she reminded herself. 
This wouldn’t be some inept caress
and Matthew wasn’t her boyfriend. 

“Unfasten those jeans and slip them down your
backside
a little
,” he ordered.

Gina’s fingers were shaking as she grappled with the button and the zip but finally she wriggled the tight denim fabric down
like he’d said
.
 

“Legs wide
r
,” he told her sliding a hand inside her panties.  “You’re on fire,” he whispered feeling her aroused flesh and the hot dampness of her sex.  “So eager, so very hungry,
I’m flattered
” he said slowly as he pushed his fingers into her ready core.  “Do you want me to be harsh, Gina?  Stretch you
-
fill you with my fingers
,” he tempted
running his lips over her cheek until he was nibbling
at
her mouth.  “
You know what to do – what I like so
put your hands behind your back
and keep them there
,” he ordered.

The words set her alight
–
Hardcore Matthew was back – and how she’d missed him
.  Electricity jolted down her spine and tingled deep inside her sex.  She obeyed
at once and
without question.

“I want to hear you
scream and come
hard for me
,” he teased.  “So I’m going to be rough
and I’m going to use this,” he said
withdrawing his hand and
producing a small, spiky latex finger vibrator from his pocket
.”

He was always going to do this – he’d had that thing in his pocket all the time knowing very well how he was going to use it. 
Gina gasped
as he rubbed it gently against her cheek
-
as it buzzed across her skin.  She
felt her breathe catch in her throat
imagining – for a second – what it would feel like when he used it elsewhere
. 
But she didn’t have to wait long.

He slipped it on the middle finger of his ri
ght hand and with that controlling
smile
of his
on his lips he ran it over her sex before parting her labia and pressing it
hard
against her clitoris.

“Ready,” he tempted.  “Don’t move your hands – keep them well out of my way,” he
growled
.

The thing hummed in
to life and Gina
arched backwards
groan
ing
.
  The sensation of that little toy against her most sensitive place was pure bliss.  He stroked – he pressed and
when the l
uscious sounds of her enjoyment
became more frantic
he plunged
his
vibrator clad
finger
in
to
her vagina and
fucked
her
hard
with
it.

She was drifting – it wouldn’t be long now – a matter of seconds.  The intense pleasure had her gripped tight and as Matthew applied more heady pressure to her delicate, aroused bud she
buried her face in his chest and
shrieked
into his frame
dissolv
ing
into his arms as she experienced a climax that was both fierce and raw. 

“What do you have to say to me now,” he trilled in her ear knowing full well he’d just
completely
reawakened the elemental, submissive side to Gina’s sexuality.  “Shouldn’t you thank me – thank me for giving you so much intense gratification,” he asked his face a mask of emotionless arrogance?
  “Gratification you just can’t get anywhere else.”

Gina fluttered her eyes open and met his only inches away.   She shuddered – what she saw there was unbridled carnality –
this man was possibly
capable of almost anything.

“Say thank you, thank me for the pleasure – and mean it,” he smirked rubbing the thing
back over her
clitoris and making her shiver.  “If you don’t then I’
ll punish you,” he lifted his hand and rubbed the now still and silent vibrator lightly over her fully lips
before
smothering her mouth with his own and delivering a kiss so hard, so feral it left Gina reeling.

“Open and suck,” he ordered as he pulled away from her.  “I want it clean and I want your gratitude,” he ordered
Now lick,” he said presenting her with the little toy once again.  She had no choice – he towered over her his dark eyes a cruel mockery of what they should be after such an intense interlude between them.

Gina
parted her lips and flicked out her tongue
tast
ing
both
the
material of the soft, spiky toy and her own arousal.  She closed her eyes as Matthew pushed it
further
inside
her mouth
until finally satisfied he put it back into his jacket pocket. 
H
e looked
at her with that smug expression for a moment then
grabb
ing
a handful of her blonde hair
he
dragged her face to within a few centimetres of his own.

“Now thank me
,” he growled.  “And promise me a
reward – a reward I’ll enjoy but
you won’t
” he smirked again
and
yanked
once more
on her long tresses making her squeal.

“Okay –
anything -
thank you Matthew
” she
rasped.  “T
hat was great,” she added
in a whisper
.
 

He released her with a shrug and watched as she hastily refastened her jeans.  She watched him warily – unsure what he might do next. 
This was new and
very
unnerving.  He could be rough
, she knew that
but this was different –
this was even darker.
This side to Matthew had
her
quaking with fear
but
it also excited her
to the point of desperation
–
it
added a new an exciting frisson to her
acute
need for him.

“
And my reward -
what will you do to please me, Gina?”

“Anything you want, Matthew – anything,” she repeated meekly
rubbing her mouth
.

“Good – I’ll think of something
interesting
.
  Be assured it will involve you being
rendered helpless
and
perhaps
my sweet,
little crop
,
”
he warned leaning in close again.  “But you like it when I slap you –
redden and
hurt th
at delectable body
of yours
– don’t you Gina?”

Yes she did – she hated herself for it but just listening to him had her on fire. 
H
er mind and her body thrilled
with delight
. 
Thank God he wanted
to see her again.

“
I have to go
to
New York
in a couple of days.  I won’t stay long and when I’m back I’ll contact you.”

“I think this must be Matthew’s,” her dad
said
at breakfast handing her a cell ‘phone.  “I found it under that armchair.  I can only presume it must have fallen from his pocket when he took his jacket off,” he smiled turning the pages of the morning paper.  “He’ll miss it,” he pointed out watching Gina plonk it idly on the table as if it had no importance at all.  “It’s one of those fancy things you can run your whole life from.”

Gina
watched the knowing
smile and
with renewed interest reached
out took the mo
bile and examined it more closely
. 
She’d love to know more about Matthew’s life – much more.   But it wasn’t about to give up its secrets – the thing
was password protected so she couldn’t see any of his texts or contacts. 

“Give it
him
back
when you go into work,” she suggested.

“Well I would but I’m taking Grace to the dentists this morning,” he paused his spectacles almost falling off his nose as he peered at his daughter.  “You know what she’s like – a bag of nerves.  And given that he’s off to
New York
any time perhaps you could do the honours,” he smiled again then casually went back to his newspaper.

Gina shook her head
– she really didn’t want to go anywhere near Matthew just now.  But her dad was right
and
perhaps she could get away with leaving it
with his secretary or someone in the offices
so reaching for her
bag
she
threw the thing in. 

Was her dad
matchmaking – blatantly trying to
fling the two of them together
again
, she wondered?
 
And could she blame him for trying?   But
would he be so keen if he knew
the Matthew she
did and what he was really like?  Most certainly not,
she shivered
.

“He might not even be there – at his office
I mean
– your office,” she corrected herself.  “And I’m sure as hell not going to that man’s penthouse.”

James Deverell looked at his daughter closely.  He knew she must like Matthew and after seeing them
interact
last night he was guessing that he liked he
r too.  But something was wrong.
 
Starry eyed lovers they
most definitely were not
.

Gina took the tube into central
London
and
then
took the familiar walk to her dad’s old office block.   Much to her relief there was a young woman sitting behind a desk in the small reception area on the ground floor. 

“Could you give this to Mr Dark, please?”  Gina smiled and presented her with the cell ‘phone.

“Is there a message?”  The
receptionist asked as she scanned Gina from head to toe haughtily
from behind thick, black lashes
.  “Is Mr Dark expecting you or this?”  She asked eyeing the ‘phone suspiciously.

“No – he left it at my home last night
,” she explained with a feeling of superiority as the woman’s face fell noticeably.  Another female with a crush on him, she realised.  “
Just make sure he gets it, please,” she insisted then made to leave.

“Gina,” the
familiar
deep voice called out.  “Yo
u weren’t going to sneak away
without saying ‘hello’?”

Matthew!
Just her luck to be caught out like this
.
She turned and smiled thrusting her hands in her jacket pocket and clenching her fists.  She didn’t want this –
and
she
really
didn’t want a rep
eat of last night.

“I imagine you’re busy,” she shrugged.  “And even if you’re not – I am,” she added with a small smile
trying to make a point
.  “So see you when you get back from
New York
.”
 
She turned and had got as far as the main door before she felt his hand on her arm. 

“Not so fast, Miss Deverell.  I think
that despite your busy schedule
you can spare a few minutes
for me
–come and have a cup of coffee in my office.”

The receptionist was watching this with intense interest.  Her boss –
the enigmatic and
gorgeous Matthew Dark
-
one of the most eligible and availabl
e men around
was
openly chasing this girl.  She sniffed – she must have something then - she supposed.  For a start there was all that wayward, corn coloured hair but still - she was hopelessly untidy and not wearing any makeup.  And if that wasn’t enough nothing she was wearing seemed to match.  B
ut despite
all
that she
really
was quite beautiful and
as
the receptionist
sat watching the pair she experienced a real pang of jealousy.