Finally His (4 page)

Jolie bit back a giggle at the sight of the big man shaking his head behind out of sight of his wife’s, and making cut throat gestures. He sure belied any misconstrued notions she might have had about the upper classes.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that allegation, little sis. Go easy on him, will you? He loves you.”

“Hmm, I know that … but, anyway, be off with you then, and Happy Birthday, bro.”

Chapter Four

Jolie was too quiet in the car on the short ten minute drive over to his place, and Richard wondered what was going through her head.

At long last he cleared his throat as they approached his place, and cutting the engine, he placed his hand on her knee.

“If you’ve changed your mind, I can take you home, or call you a cab, if you prefer,” he said. Even to his own ears his voice sounded hoarse, because,
fuck him,
he wanted this woman with every fiber of his being, but it had to be her choice. “Be warned though, if you step through that door with me, I’ll expect full protocol. And you’ll be mine. Every last delectable curve of your sinful body will be mine to do with as I please, little one.”

A visible shudder went through Jolie, and pulling a shuddering breath into her lungs, she looked across to him.

“Just for tonight, right, Sir? It will not affect my working for you?”

He swallowed a groan, when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture that shot straight to his balls.

“I keep my work and private life very separate. You know that already. What happens here tonight will have no bearing on your work ever, but you’re wrong if you think I only want you for one night.”

“Oh?”

Giving into the instinct to taste her again, Richard fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her across to him, until his lips were mere millimeters away from hers. Their breaths mingled, the sweet flavor of the champagne she’d drunk earlier mixing in with the unique aroma that was his woman. And she was his, whether she realized that yet or not. Everything about her turned him on and intrigued him further. From the sweet submissiveness she now showed him, to the precise, professional way she conducted herself in the office, to the flash of temper which had made her stand up to Maxine. It wasn’t often that woman lost the ability to speak, but his feisty little subbie had managed it with just a few chosen words.

The hint of possessiveness she’d displayed had been a further huge turn-on, and seeing the natural way she’d had with little Archie, not to mention the easy acceptance she’d wrung from his sister—they all confirmed one thing—she was the one. He just had to convince her of that.

“What about Maxine?” she asked.

Richard pulled away to study her. The vulnerability in her green eyes hit him in the gut like a sledgehammer.

“What about her?”

Jolie blinked and pulled away from him, and with a sigh Richard let her.

“She seems to think she has some form of claim on you.”

He thumped the steering wheel in frustration, and Jolie jumped.

“She hasn’t, I can assure you, other than the fact that she was married to my best friend. What he saw in her, I shall never know, but I promised him, if anything ever happened to him, I’d look after her. She was his sub, see, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her out there on her own.”

Richard smiled grimly at Jolie’s sharp intake of breath.

“I know what you’re thinking. She’d make a lousy sub, right? I always thought so, but Tom had other ideas. Anyway, that’s why she’s been around, but she wants things I can’t give her. Just because she’s in the lifestyle does not mean we’re a good fit, you know?”

At Jolie’s nod Richard breathed a sigh of relief.

“You and me on the other hand.” He grinned at the telltale blush that stole across her pale skin. “We would be the perfect Dom/sub combo, if you trust me enough to explore this dynamic between us. I promise to take good care of you, little one.”

Silence fell between them as Jolie seemed to mull this over, and it took every ounce of self-control he had to not crush her to him and kiss her into submission. It wouldn’t take much coercion on his part to scramble her brains into accepting his dominance, he knew that. She wanted him physically as much as he wanted her, but he wanted more with her, so much more. He wanted to own her body and soul, and for that she had to give her submission freely and on her terms.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she smiled at him.

“I do trust you, Sir. Please show me what it means to be yours.”

Richard expelled the breath he hadn’t been aware of holding, and grasping her neck, pulled her back toward him. He put all of his unsaid emotions into the kiss that followed, loving the way she whimpered into the kiss and the tentative way she kissed him back. He let her set the pace for a while, before he took charge of her mouth. When he released her with a bite to her lower lip, he grinned at her flushed expression.

“I should warn you, little one. Despite what I said in the office, I do like to bite. I promise I won’t leave marks where you can’t cover them with clothing. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She relaxed further when he traced his finger along her jaw and into the modest neckline of her dress. Her breathing sped up, and her nipples were tight little beacons pressing against the fabric of her dress. Giving into the need to taste her, he bent his head and bit one firm bud through her dress.

Her moan made him even harder, and he suddenly couldn’t wait to get her naked. Pulling away from temptation, he put distance between them, and smiled at the unconscious way her body followed his.

“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”

He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.

“I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”

“Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her.

To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.

Mind made up, he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.

“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.

“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”

Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.

“Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.

“Wider, girl, that’s it.”

The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”

Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.

“Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.

“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”

“God, yes, please, Sir.”

She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.

A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.

He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.

“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”

Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.

Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

Richard shook his head, and delivered a few more swats to her ass, which made his girl groan and shut her eyes.

“Not yet, little one. I’m enjoying myself torturing you a bit.” If he was also torturing himself in the process, it was worth it to test her. He was so fucking hard he wouldn’t last five minutes inside any of her holes, and by hell, he intended to claim every single one tonight, if she let him.

Jolie’s gaze grew unfocused when he slipped his fingers through her labial lips again, and flicked the hard, visibly engorged nub at the top of her hood. She jerked at the action, and the deep groan that escaped her almost made him come in his pants.

“Please, Sir.”

“I know, little one, I know. Soon, I promise.”

He murmured the words, and bending his head again licked along her puffy flesh. Her internal muscles clenched around his tongue as he dipped just his tip inside her channel, and digging his hands into her ass cheeks he spread them apart and took her arousal right up to her anus. He licked around the tight ring of muscle, while pushing two fingers into her pussy.

They groaned in unison as her vaginal muscles squeezed around the digits in a stranglehold that made him wish it was his aching cock she was milking instead of his fingers.

“So fucking tight, little one. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside your sweet cunt and this luscious ass.” Withdrawing his slick digits he took them up her other hole, and pushed his thumb through. A high pitched wail came from his girl, and he used his other hand to finger fuck her pussy.

“What’s that, girl? I believe the correct response is, ‘yes, Sir’.”

“God, yes, Sir … please … I’m so close … I … Oh God … yes, there…”

The rest of her response was lost in her pants and mewls, when he curled his fingers toward the spot he was looking for, and his girl convulsed around his digits, with a gush of liquid that coated his hand, and left a wet spot on the stairs carpet. Such a fucking turn-on.

Richard continued to thrust his fingers in and out of both her holes, until her body stopped shaking. Once she collapsed breathless on the stairs, like a wanton offering from the gods, he withdrew, and smacked her ass a few more times until it glowed a nice shade of red.

Jolie whimpered herself through that impromptu punishment, and when he pulled her head up by her hair, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see she had trouble focusing on him.

“What color are you right now, girl, though I can guess.”

They hadn’t discussed safewords yet, but he thought it safe to assume she would be familiar with the traffic light system. After all, everything about her screamed experienced sub, and sure enough she croaked her answer.

“Green, so green, Sir.”

“Good girl, but haven’t you got something to say to me?”