Everything You Want: Everything For You Trilogy 2 (31 page)

I feel sexy standing before him like this in heeled black shoes while he remains fully dressed behind me. He demonstrates his sexual power over me this way as he appraises my body for his pleasure and I let him. Slipping the straps of my bra from my shoulders, moving slowly, he enjoys each impression of the contrast of black fabric against ivory skin. He unhooks my bra so it falls from my body. My nipples tighten in the enclosed, air-conditioned atmosphere.

Jack’s eyes trap mine in the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are.”

I follow Jack’s gaze on a journey of discovery, my skin growing tauter with erotic tension. His fingers glide down the sides of my neck making me shiver then sweep out across the winged collar bones. It seems the strength of these hands could crush my delicate bones without effort. I’m vulnerable to him, yet I trust this powerful man’s resolve to do me no harm.

Everything is easy when we’re together in this way. When we both want the same thing.

The backs of his fingers brush lightly over the swell of each breast, making each nipple peak. His tanned skin, with the smattering of dark hairs at the wrists, is the perfect foil to the soft curves of creamy flesh they encounter.

“You have the softest skin. I adore touching you.”

“I like it too.”

The pads of his fingers trip lightly across my nipples then twist them tighter and tighter. I heave and contort in the divergence from pleasure to delicate pain. My hands cover his but he swaps position to be on top again.

“Touch yourself the way I just did. Let me see you.”

The rose flesh puckers between my fingers; the centres swell and extend as I pinch and tug. He curses sensuously in arousal. My eyes fly to his but his vivid blue gaze remains focused on the minute little changes wrought in my body. I’m drowning in a pool of need and reach back to hold onto the steadying influence behind me.

“Lock your fingers behind my neck.” He gasps out his instruction.

I reach up above my head, carefully adjusting my position in the mirror as my spine arches. My breasts lift and tighten as I steady. I hear Jack groan and roll his hips into me. He grinds his hard body against the soft swell of my buttocks, bending his knees slightly and straightening them. His look of fierce concentration paints a mask of severity over his face.

The hands travelling over my ribcage, fan out over the narrowest curve of my waist and my hips jerk beneath his touch. I’m crazy for him. I want to encounter his skin the way he does mine but I settle for teasing the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He places his mouth on my shoulder to suck and bite, until I’m holding my breath against the ache and when he lifts away, a tender bruise remains.

“Forgive me,” he gasps, too late, kissing the damaged flesh gently.

“I like it,” I tell him and the darkening depth of his eyes as they stare into mine when I tell him that, haunts me.

His hand sweeps the curve of my hip until his fingers span the pretty arch created between my jutting hip bones and the gentle curve of my stomach. The tips of his trimmed nails reach just beyond the top of my tiny panties.

“Such pretty little things,” he breathes in my ear. “I approve but I want nothing to stop me accessing you. I want you all the time.” That sounds about right, what with him tracking me down tonight rather than waiting for me to come home to him.

“I want you too,” I tell him. “Can I touch you?” I release my laced fingers and drop my arms.

“Soon. Trust me.” His fingertips dip gently beneath the elastic and I stiffen. As he strokes my naked delta I follow the bumps made by his knuckles under the fabric covering me. The smooth hairlessness and the sensation of his roughened finger pads exploring such soft unprotected flesh sears me to the core. Each slow, deliberate movement makes me weaker and more willing until my hips undulate to encourage the depth of his probing.

“Easy, baby. I want us to enjoy each other slowly tonight.”

I moan and burn even hotter. “Let me touch you too,” I plead. My fingers prickle to stroke his body.

“In a while. Touch your breasts for me again.”

I know he’s occupying my wayward hands and thoughts but I do as I’m bid. I suck air between my teeth in sheer sensitivity as I fondle gently and trap erect flesh between my fingers.

“Oh yes, kitten. Exactly like that. But squeeze a little harder.” His voice is rough and breathy.

I torment my body until I whimper. My nipples are super sensitive and I graze my full lower lip between my teeth and bite down hard, gasping in sweet agony when his fingers sink through my slick tissues. I writhe against his hand, widening my stance.

“Kitten, that’s beautiful. You’re beautiful and sexy. God, I want you so much.”

I rock on my heels falling back into the hard wall of his body. He hooks his thumbs in the sides of my panties and yanks them down to mid-thigh.

“Leave them there. Part your legs wider.” His hands on my inner thighs press outwards yet caress.

The wanton effect he has on me, is evident in the mirror. It does not lie. I’m tethered by my stretched panties, straining to give his hovering fingers greater access, searching for some relief at his hands.

He dips, dropping his centre of gravity and hauls me back against him. I’m off balance, only remaining upright due to the powerful arm clamped about my waist. His fingers part and delve into the sweetly receptive drizzle between my thighs.

“Oh you’re so ready, baby.” His fingers brush at me and I lift onto tiptoe to moderate the heady sensation coursing as he teases me.

“Don’t take over. Let me reach you.” He grinds out the words in my ear. “Watch. See how happy I can make you.”

My head spins out of control as much as my body as I keen softly over and over.

“I’m nearly there,” I warn him.

He sinks two fingers deep. I roll my head back against him turning it so he can plunge his tongue inside my hot open mouth. This double invasion overwhelms all my reason.

Our tongues spar between snatched breaths and I rise and descend rigidly on his fingers as he possesses my body. His thumb frets rhythmically until he beckons me on to my crisis.

“I can’t hold back.”

“Watch yourself as you orgasm.”

My hands drop limply to my sides and I try to focus on my reflection in the mirror. My pupils are dilated and I lean back against his strength, my tense thighs stretching my panties tighter as I try desperately to part my legs wider. My pelvis thrusts hard gathering friction against his stilled hand and my lips open on a haunting wail, just as Jack pinches my nipple hard.

At the peak I arch my breast fully into one of Jack’s hands, rubbing my core against his other in my depravity. I want to meld my body to his. I don’t seem human. I’m animal, yet divine. All agony and bliss. I make creature noises, acting completely by instinct and I watch him as he studies my fall hard, like some exultant wildlife naturalist observing this most shocking of primitive behaviour.

Only when my senses finally gather do I feel ashamed of the visceral relinquishment of pride and decency. I try to cover my body with my arms but Jack won’t let me. He holds me still against him making me watch myself descend from carnality in the mirror’s truth.

“You weren’t guarded or suspicious. You were completely lovely. Unrestrained and free. I had your trust. I want your trust, kitten. What wouldn’t I give you if you would trust me?”

I know he wants this but how can I trust a man who can’t decide between me and another woman? He’s more intense in this moment than I’ve ever seen him but this is a dilemma I can’t resolve.

“Hold me,” I ask, shaking and vulnerable.

I turn in his arms, trembling with dissipating energy and he folds himself around me, comforting me, kissing my temple. When he tilts my head back to look up at him he has a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips but he’s looking in the mirror, not at me.

“What?”

“Just admiring you from every beautiful angle.”

I look over my shoulder to see what he sees. Still in high heels, with my panties round my thighs, I trace the curved valley of my spine down to the twin swells of pert buttocks.

I smile back shyly at him and he presses a firm kiss to my swollen lips. “You have such a sexy body, kitten. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” Jack hits the button again and the elevator lurches into life heading upwards to the apartment. “But we still have a problem.”

I arch my eyebrow at him. For once he doesn’t seem to notice. He takes my hand and forms it with his own onto one very stiff erection, easing himself into my hold and groaning in frustration.

Indeed. A pressing matter that needs very firm handling.

Chapter Fourteen

Jack draws me, shackled and stumbling behind him into the bedroom to lower me backwards onto his bed. He tugs the panties down my thighs and I kick my legs to work them off. I lie back and enjoy watching Jack rip his clothing away.

“Like what you see?” His eyes are aflame.

I purr like a well-fed lioness and we both laugh. I love easy-going Jack. He’s so much fun to be with.

Indulging my eyes until he’s down to his well-filled underwear, I suddenly turn on my side to curl up into a ball, pulling the covers up to my chin. “I’m really tired, stud. It’s been a long day. I need sleep.”

Even his breathing stops. I fight to keep a straight face because I know he’s hurting. When I peek beneath my lashes I see confusion and a frustrated expression and can’t hold it in any longer. I burst out laughing.

He jumps on me as I scream with hilarity, struggling, while he pins me beneath him. “Nice one, kitten. Now it’s time to pay.”

He rolls over dragging me with him. No matter how much I squirm or tussle he gets the better of me. Before I know what’s happening he’s sitting upright with me lying face down over his knee. We both freeze.

I’m excited. I’m scared. I’m not sure why he’s doing this. It certainly isn’t to calm down a panic. More likely to start one. His hand strays firmly over the flesh of my behind.

“You have such a pretty rear end, baby. Round. Firm. Sweet.” He slaps it smartly.

“Ow. What was that for?” I arch my spine until the faint sting subsides.

“That one?” he says and I hear the devilment in his voice. “That was for the little stunt you just pulled. For a minute I really thought you were going to leave me hanging.” He slaps my other cheek.

Laughing, I try to put hands back to protect myself but he grabs both wrists in one hand and anchors them in the small of my back.

“I’m not allowed to say no?”

“You’re allowed to say no any time. Do you want to say no?”

“No.”

“Is that a
stop right there, mister
‘no’ or a
keep going, sir
‘no’?”

“Don’t you think you should have established that before you started?”

“Never heard of a free sample?” The humour is apparent in his tone as he reminds me of the exact same offer I made him way back in the boardroom. Jack never forgets a thing.

“Funny.” I try to sound indignant but actually it is funny and it’s hard to get on your high horse when you’re upside down naked over a man’s knee. I snigger. “Are you taking unfair advantage, Mr Keogh?”

“Would you let me?” he ponders. As he massages any hurt away in a very sensual manner, he confirms his position. “No mixed messages, Tabitha. Are you letting me?”

I’m so hot for him. Jack is powerful and when he controls me like this, it thrills me.

“I’m letting you,” I whisper.

“We can stop at any time. Just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He spanks me gently until I glow. Both ends.

“That’s a very pretty colour. I’m partial to rose pink on a girl’s behind.” He soothes his hand over me again before delivering a more sensual spanking.

“Ow. It stings.”

“It’s meant to sting. It’s meant to feel good too. Does it feel good when I spank you, kitten?”

“God, yes.” I’m embarrassed to admit it but I’m horny as hell.

He slaps me again. “That one is for calling me stud.”

“You are a stud. Ow.” I laugh.

“The last six are because you can only ask a man so much and no more.”

“Six?” I squeak; no idea what I’m getting them for.

“Six.” His voice is gruff and steady but there’s a timbre there, beneath the tone which tells me he’s really turned on by what we’re doing together. The weight of his body shifts with each impact and I feel the press of his desire against me. I count each one off in my head.

By the time he’s finished my backside smarts but I’m feeling relaxed and happy. I have no idea why it works that way.

“Are we done?” he asks me.

“Done,” I gasp. I struggle upright and he helps me to move however I want. I want to see what he’s done to me and twist to look back in the mirror.

“It’s pretty. You’re pretty.” He’s breathing hard, partly from exertion but mostly, I can tell, because he’s so turned on. I’ve never seen those Arctic blue eyes so storm-filled.