Dark Domination (Bought By the Billionaire Book 1) (6 page)

Until he’d met Harley, Jackson had been certain he could spot a con around a blind corner. His mother had majored in emotional manipulation at Brown and his sociopath father had taught him early on the importance of realizing when you were being worked like a puppet on a string. By age ten, Jackson was a master at spotting reverse psychology; by twelve, he’d perfected his poker face; and by his fourteenth birthday, he had a plan in place to escape his father’s influence: a con of his own Ian hadn’t seen coming until Jackson’s acceptance letter to an exclusive military boarding school showed up in the afternoon mail.

But despite all his experience with the care and feeding of sociopaths, Harley had still worked him like a player piano, arranging things so perfectly he’d practically conned himself.

Like that last night, when she’d promised to belong to him forever, fucked his heart from his chest and down to the floor to lie helpless at her feet, only to run away with his best friend a few minutes after Jackson had climbed out of her bedroom window. She had literally gone from coming on his cock to waltzing out the door with Clay moments later. He’d done that math. She had to have left her apartment no later than midnight in order to be driving down that particular stretch of highway at three in the morning.

But even after years of turning over various possible scenarios, he still had no idea exactly how she’d faked her death. That alone was enough reason not to underestimate her capacity for treachery. He couldn’t let down his guard or allow compassion to creep into his heart. He had to be on his toes and ready to beat Harley at her own game.

And he had a good idea how to start.

He leaned in, placing a gentle hand on her knee. She tensed and made a startled sound behind her gag, but after a moment, she settled beneath his touch. Her muscles remained tight, but she stopped shaking and held very still, clearly waiting for him to make the next move.

With a hard smile, he reached behind her, into her thick, soft hair, and untied her gag. He set it on the seat beside her before returning his hand to her knee, allowing his fingers to curl around the shapely muscle of her calf. “Is that better?”

She swallowed and swiped the back of one hand across her mouth before nodding a little too fast. “Y-yes. Thank you.”

She sounded so scared, so young and vulnerable. Like a woman who had never walked a dark street at midnight, let alone become one of the evil things lurking in the shadows. No wonder the military police had believed every word she’d said. Even without the evidence she’d doctored, her witness statement alone was fucking compelling. She’d been so beautiful in the tapes he’d been forced to watch. So beautiful and broken that he’d understood why the people in charge of investigation couldn’t help wanting to sweep in and do whatever it took to deliver justice.

But her suffering was a lie, like everything else about Harley. She was a monster hiding behind a pretty face and he knew better than to let her play him so easily.

“You’re welcome,” he said, gentling his voice, letting her think she was getting through to him while still keeping his pitch lower than usual.

He expected her to recognize his voice eventually, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her, and he didn’t want recognition to come too soon. That would spoil the fun and he intended to enjoy every stage of Harley’s undoing.

“I don’t want you to be scared.” He traced a path back and forth across the soft skin above her knee with his thumb. “Is there anything I can do to put your mind at ease?”

Her tongue slipped out. The sight of her pink tongue caressing her full lips was sexy as hell, a fact he was certain she was aware of, no matter how unpracticed the movement seemed. “I d-don’t know.” She took a deep breath, her full breasts rising and falling.

He glanced down at the tempting cleavage visible above the tight bodice of her dress and tried not to think about how much he wanted her gorgeous tits heavy in his hands.

“I um…” She swallowed. “I’ve n-never done anything like this before.”

“I know.” He allowed his thumb to slide higher on her bare thigh. Her legs remained close together, not tightening to bar his passage, but not parting to invite him in, the perfect balance of coy and seductive, proving Harley was still at the top of her game. “But you did very well in the hotel room.”

“I was scared to death,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t tell,” he lied. “I thought you were beautiful and very, very sexy.”

She took a breath, holding it for a moment before she said in a husky voice, “It would help if I could see your face.”

“Not yet,” he said. “Soon, but first I want you to help me live out a fantasy I’ve had for a long time.”

She tensed again but nodded, slowly. “A-all right.”

“I’ve always wanted to be the stranger on the train,” he said, stroking a little higher on her thigh as his other hand reached up to release her seatbelt. “I’ve always wanted to make a woman come before we’ve even kissed. Before she’s so much as seen my face.”

“That’s the reason for the blindfold,” she said, her shoulders relaxing slightly, seemingly comforted by the confession.

“That’s the reason for the blindfold,” he lied again. “And why I’m going to ask you to spread your legs for me.”

“Now?” Her throat worked.

“Now,” he said. “There aren’t any midnight trains on the Tahitian islands, so we’re going to have to settle for a private plane. Now spread your legs, Hannah, show me that beautiful pussy.”

Harley’s fingers tightened on the arms of her chair and her jaw locked. Even with her eyes covered, he could tell her expression was that of someone who’d taken a bite of something rotten and was too mannerly to spit it out. He expected her to deny him, to force him to ask again—maybe even threaten to take the money back if she didn’t obey—but after a moment she slowly spread her legs, parting her thighs for him, granting him his first glimpse of her pussy.

But a glimpse wasn’t enough.

“Wider,” he whispered, exerting the slightest pressure on the knee he cupped in his hand. “And move to the edge of the seat.”

With a shaky breath, she obeyed, shifting her hips and spreading her legs wide enough for her skirt to bunch up around her waist, revealing her pink outer lips and the entrance to the pussy that had haunted his dreams.

She was fucking beautiful, delicate and deadly, like a flower infused with poison. Hers was a pussy men would kill for, one he might have died for if she’d decided to frame him for murder instead of rape.

Her lips were fuller than he remembered and her sex was quiet and shuttered against him, but soon he’d have her swollen and wet. Soon he’d have her panting and begging for him to bring her over. And then he would, again and again, until his hand was sticky with her desire.

He wanted her thighs dripping and her body hungry for more when he removed the blindfold. He wanted her to know she’d already lost the first battle the moment he declared war.

“Lovely,” he murmured as he worked his hands up the insides of her thighs, kneading her muscled flesh as he drew closer to her apex, his cock thickening from a potent combination of lust and this first heady taste of revenge. “You have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you,” she whispered in a strained voice, her fingers curling tighter around her armrests. She looked like she was bracing herself for a beating.

“Relax, beautiful, I know what I’m doing. This is going to feel good.”

She nodded slightly. “O-okay…”

“But?” He hesitated, urging her legs still wider, but not moving his fingers to her delicate flesh.

“I wish I could see you,” she said softly. “Just your eyes, just for a second.”

“And why’s that?” He traced a fingertip down the seam of her thigh, inches from where her leg became something more intimate.

She tensed but didn’t try to close her thighs. “You can read so much about someone from their eyes, don’t you think?”

“Not as much as you can read from a touch,” he said, bringing his thumb to her clit and circling gently, making her gulp for her next breath. “Don’t worry about my eyes. Concentrate on my touch. Let me bring you pleasure.”

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to, her body assured him she was obeying his command. Slowly, but surely, she blossomed beneath his touch. Her clit hardened against his thumb, her sex flushed a deeper pink, and within minutes telltale slickness glistened at the entrance to her cunt. Jackson wanted to bend down and lick her wetness away, to burrow his tongue into her pussy so deep he would be able to feel her muscles contract when she came, but oral sex was too intimate.

Oral sex was an offering, a humbling of yourself in the name of pleasuring your lover. Harley would take his cock down her throat when he was ready, but he wouldn’t put his mouth on her while they were together. She would get his hands or his cock. He didn’t intend to kiss her on the lips, let alone anywhere else. Kisses were for people you trusted and cared for. Harley was neither and any pleasure he gave her would be in the name of breaking her down.

Her desire would be his weapon and her orgasms instruments of her own destruction.

“I love seeing you wet. But I want you even wetter.” He brought his free hand to her entrance, teasing the edges of her slick cleft before sliding one finger into her heat, all the way up to the knuckle.

She gasped and her head fell back as he fucked her with his hand, all while maintaining his patient torture of her clit, applying enough pressure to drive her higher, but not enough to take her over the edge. He added a second finger, looked up to see her breasts rising and falling faster, and suddenly couldn’t tolerate that part of her being hidden from his gaze.

He grasped the top of her dress and pulled it down with a sharp tug. Her heavy breasts fell free, bobbing gently as she cried out. She moved instinctively to cover herself, but he captured her wrist in a firm grip.

“Hands at your sides,” he ordered, his voice thick and his pulse speeding as she obeyed him.

Yes, this is what he needed. He needed her tits in his hands, her wetness coating his fingers, but most of all he needed her submission. He needed her stripped bare and vulnerable by the time they landed and the flight wasn’t a long one.

“These are mine and I’ll touch them when I choose.” He shifted his angle of penetration, bringing his left thumb to her clit as his left fingers continued to drive in and out of her pussy, leaving his right hand free to play.

He cupped her breast in his hand, capturing her already puckered nipple between his fingertips. He pinched her flesh hard enough to make her gasp, then pinched it even harder before rolling the bud in a fierce circle between his finger and thumb.

He was rewarded with a moan wrenched from the back of Harley’s throat and a rush of heat between her legs.

“Your tits are mine and your cunt is mine,” he said, slipping a third finger into her pussy until he could feel her desire-plumped flesh stretching to accommodate the thickness between her legs. “For the next month, you will belong to me. Your body will be my playground and your pleasure my property. You will not touch yourself while you’re with me and you will come only when you’re allowed to come. Do you understand me, Hannah?”

“Yes,” she said, her hips lifting into his thrusts.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected, transferring his attention to her other breast, plucking at her erect nipple. “You will show me respect, especially in the bedroom.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, lips parting as her breath came faster. “Yes, sir, please, sir.”

“Please what?” he asked, his cock so hard it throbbed painfully, aching to be buried in the pussy gushing slick honey onto his hand.

“Please, I-I can’t stop,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not. Wait until I give you permission,” he commanded even as he picked up his pace, fucking her hard and deep with his fingers. “Wait or you’ll be punished.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, features twisting as she spread her legs even wider, welcoming his rough use. “Oh God, sir. Please. Oh my God!”

Jackson’s lips twisted. He
was
her God, and soon she’d be prostrate on the ground before him, begging him for mercy. The irony was so perfect he decided to let her off easy.

There would be time to delay her pleasure and drag out her suffering later. Now, he wanted to watch her come and know he was only minutes away from the revelations that would leave her trembling with terror and ashamed of how easily she’d become his whore.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hannah

“Come, Hannah,” her owner ordered in that insanely sexy voice of his, the one that was familiar and foreign, arousing and terrifying, all at the same time. “Come hard for me.”

She obeyed with a rough cry, her pussy locking down around his fingers, coating him in her juices. She was so wet it would be embarrassing if she had any room left in her mind for worry or shame. But there was only pleasure, white hot and electric, and bliss overloading her nervous system until she felt she might die from it.

She squirmed and moaned beneath his fingers as he continued to drive in and out of her heated flesh. She spun through a dizzy world of pleasure for what felt like hours—her womb pulsing and her nipples burning beneath his wicked, teasing fingers. But she still hadn’t made it all the way back to earth when he moved his hand from her breast to her clit, pinching the erect nub between his fingers, dragging her back into the overwhelming spin of bliss.