Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2) (12 page)

Chapter Eighteen – Nathan

After spending my entire breakfast wanting to bend Stella over the kitchen counter and spank her enticing little arse for being so bloody distracting, I had now removed myself to the relative peace of my office to get a few hours of work done and try to take my mind off my new tempting submissive. Jesus, she had been just perfect last night, submissive, pliant, and keen, with a sexual appetite that seemed to almost rival mine. God when she’d walked into breakfast still wearing the collar,
my collar,
fuck, it had nearly done me in there and then.

I ran my hands over my face to try and clear my thoughts. For fucks sake,
focus
. Blowing out an exasperated breath I picked up the urgent memo that Gregory, one of my senior directors, had faxed me late last night and rescanned the details of the latest tender that my company had been beaten to. This had happened repeatedly over the last two months, with business getting stolen from under my nose by some mystery firm that was somehow managing to massively undercut my bids.

No matter how many times I read the damn document I just couldn’t understand it. By using my own contractors for the builds I’d managed to significantly reduce prices for clients, and I knew for sure that the bid I’d put together had been exceptionally competitive, so how this mystery company had undercut me by a whopping 18 per cent again was beyond me.
Fuck
.

The loss of this one deal wouldn’t sink Nathaniel Jackson Architecture, far from it, but it was still fucking irritating and if it carried on then I might start to have some issues. I was the best in the market, how was some untraceable company managing to undercut me? Growling in annoyance I suddenly caught a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision and glanced up to see Stella standing in the doorway to my office holding a coffee mug in her hand.

Seeing me look her way Stella obviously took my glance as permission to enter because she made her way into the office, placed the mug down on my desk with a small sweet smile and then turned in the direction of the door. I hadn’t asked for it, but I had to say the coffee looked perfect – strong with just the correct amount of milk – but at that moment my focus wasn’t on the coffee, it was on Stella. She’d headed to the gym to work out after breakfast and had obviously showered since, but was now wearing a tight white tank top, black shorts, and absolutely nothing else if her visible nipples were anything to go by.

Fuck
. They weren’t just black shorts, I realised with a sharp inhale; they were a pair of my tight Calvin Kleins. Why the sight of Stella wearing a pair of my boxers was so arousing I had no idea, but it was, and below the desk I now found myself rock solid and throbbing. Where the hell had she got them from anyway? Silently cursing her for distracting me from work –
again
 – I just couldn’t seem to get the thought of Stella’s bare pussy rubbing against the inside of the shorts out of my mind. I might have to wear that pair tomorrow.

Suddenly I was consumed with the thought of pushing the infuriating paper work from my desk, spreading Stella out for my display, parting her sweet lower lips and plunging myself into her until she screamed my name. Perhaps I’d remove the boxer shorts and use them to bind her wrists above her head, that’d teach her for being cheeky and borrowing my clothes.

‘Stella?’ I growled huskily, blinking away my daydream and wondering if I could spend the next ten minutes making it reality. She paused and glanced my way with wide innocent eyes and a small smile that made her look so bloody sexy that I had to bite my lip in an attempt at maintaining my fading self-control.

She was so – fucking – sweet. Too sweet for the likes of me, I thought with a grimace. What she’d done wrong to deserve me I had no idea.

As much as I wanted to take Stella here and now, I debated the temptation and decided that I was way too frustrated with work, not to mention too aroused, to take her and not risk hurting her by being too rough. Especially after all our activities last night, she must be feeling a little sore today and even I wasn’t
that
much of an animal, so instead I shook my head. ‘Nothing,’ I murmured irritably, causing Stella to frown in confusion at my remark as she left the room.

I watched her go, grinding my teeth testily as she finally vanished out of sight before shifting on my seat to relieve the pressure in my damn groin. Then, huffing out a breath I picked up the phone, dialled Gregory’s number, and sat back listening to the low hum of the ring tone. Shifting again in my chair I leant forwards for my coffee and realised with a grimace that I hadn’t even thanked Stella for the drink, God, I really was the worst kind of arsehole when it came to women and manners.

Once Gregory answered, I didn’t bother wasting my breath for an introduction. ‘Greg, how the hell have we been undercut again?’ I barked harshly. ‘Have you found out who this fucking company is yet?’

I heard a heavy sigh down the line from Gregory; apparently, this wasn’t how he had planned on spending his Saturday morning. Well tough shit, he was my chief advisor as well as a director and I paid him well enough to answer a few fucking phone calls on a weekend. ‘No Nathan, they’ve somehow made themselves untraceable, all I’ve found is a post office address and I’ve got guys on it trying to trace it so we can find an actual person we can speak to. The thing is …’ He paused and I rubbed my forehead in frustration.

‘Just fucking spit it out, Gregory,’ I muttered, realising that I was swearing out loud far more than usual lately and wondering if that was down to work stress, or Stella stress.

‘Well … it just seems a bit strange that they keep managing to undercut us by the same amount each time, the bids last month were both undercut by exactly 18 per cent too, it’s almost like they have an insider in our organisation and they’re trying to taunt us.’

Sitting up straighter, I chewed on the inside of my lip as I considered this possibility. It was true, being undercut by exactly 18 per cent each time was too much of a coincidence. ‘Look into it, background checks on anyone in the organisation that has access to my office.’

‘Will do Nathan,’ he agreed immediately before I shut off the phone and slammed it down on my desk.

Twenty minutes after my phone call with Gregory, my rock solid erection had reappeared with a vengeance. Just knowing that Stella and her fuckable little body were somewhere within my apartment had sent my blood pumping down to my cock so hard that it was pretty much making me light headed. For fucks sake, why the hell was I letting Stella affect me so badly? I was never like this over a woman. Someone was stealing business from under my nose – a problem that needed all my focused attention to remedy – but was I thinking about that? No, I was thinking about burying myself balls deep in Stella and fucking her fast and hard to relieve this incessant throb.

Christ, get a grip.
Shoving my chair back, I stood up and prowled around my office for several minutes clenching and unclenching my fists. My entire body was tense, I felt like a tightly coiled spring ready to explode at any minute. I briefly considered the idea of having a quick wank to ease my discomfort, but I dismissed it with a scowl, what was I, a fucking randy teenager? Besides, it wouldn’t be half as satisfying as a shag with Stella so instead I stalked towards the kitchen to get a coffee to try and distract myself.

After making a drink I moved through to the lounge and stood by the fireplace, putting my coffee on the mantel and gripping the thick marble surface so tightly my knuckles whitened, but at least the stress in my hands seemed to be marginally reducing my raging hard-on.

I had assumed Stella would be tucked away in her room working as she usually was during her free time over the weekend days, but suddenly I felt warm hands settle on my shoulders and my entire body tensed up as my cock sprung straight back to attention. For fuck’s sake, I’d only just managed to get control over it! At this moment in time, I was fairly sure that if I clenched my teeth any harder they would shatter into fragments within my skull.

‘Not now, Stella,’ I managed to growl. Then remembering how I’d been rude to her earlier by not even thanking her for the coffee I begrudgingly gave her a simple explanation. ‘I have issues with work that are causing me stress; I just need to be left alone.’ Plus I can’t get my mind off spreading you wide and pile-driving my raging erection into you, I thought with a grimace, but she was too sweet for me when I felt like this, too innocent, I’d take what I wanted and no doubt hurt her in the process, and as horny as I was right now, even I wasn’t depraved enough to do that.

But she ignored me, bloody stubborn woman, and began massaging me more purposefully, rubbing her hands across the hard muscles of my shoulders and working on the tense knots.

‘Maybe I can help relax you?’ she suggested softly as her hands continued their heavenly work. A moan escaped my throat. Fuck, it felt good.
Too good.
I was barely containing the animal inside me at the moment and with the way I was feeling right now Stella needed to get the hell away from me before I pressed her into the floor and fucked her senseless.

‘Stella, I’m not feeling gentle, you need to leave.’ The hands that were on my shoulders began to slip lower down my back soothing and rubbing me while simultaneously turning me on even more. Just when I thought I could take no more Stella ran her hands around my hips and cupped my throbbing erection causing a hiss of surprise to break from my lips and making my hips buck wildly. Jesus, I don’t think I’d ever felt more tightly wound and desperate for release, in fact I was pretty sure I was going to a burst a blood vessel at any minute, although whether that would be in my pulsing temple or throbbing groin was anyone’s guess.

‘Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.’ Stella purred next to my ear. ‘Maybe I like it rough, Sir.’ she added salaciously as she gripped me harder and gave a firm squeeze that nearly made me blow on the spot.

Holy shit.
Clearly Stella wasn’t feeling as innocent as I’d thought, but hearing those words from her mouth was the last straw for me and I spun with a growl, scooping her in my arms before charging in the direction of her bedroom.

Practically throwing Stella onto the bed I was surprised as she immediately crawled off and knelt before me where she began tugging at the zip of my trousers making it perfectly clear that she planned to go down on me.

‘Stella, no … I’m too tightly wound for that right now, I’d be too rough with you …’ I grated out as she managed to free my straining erection into the cool air of the room where it bobbed about wildly.

Taking me completely by surprise Stella took my hands and placed them on either side of her head. ‘I don’t mind, use me as you need to, Sir.’ she whispered with a shy smile making me once again thank the gods that I’d met this amazing woman.

Well I be damned, if she were going to offer that type of statement then I’d be a fool not to take her up on it. ‘As you wish,’ I murmured. ‘Suck me first then I’m going to screw you so hard that you scream my name. You are not allowed to come until I say you can,’ I added as a little added extra challenge for her. With one more cheeky smile, Stella lowered her head.

My eyes rolled back in my head and the lids fluttered shut at the first flicks of her tongue on my throbbing shaft.
Fuck
, that felt amazing. I tried my best to let Stella do her own thing, but as she upped the pace and strength of her sucking I couldn’t help but twist my fingers in her hair and thrust myself into her waiting mouth hoping I wouldn’t go too deep and make her gag, but almost beyond the point where I cared. Fuck, I really was such a prick, I thought absently as pleasure began to build and swirl in my abdomen.

Cupping my balls with one hand Stella used her other hand on my thigh to steady herself as I thrust her face back and forth on my groin until I was almost forcing my length down her throat on each stroke. Jesus she was good at this. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching and tightened my grip in her hair, but as I did, Stella’s rhythm faltered slightly and I felt her shudder against me. Thinking that perhaps I’d pushed her too far I looked down and met her gaze, but it was only when I saw her apologetic look, dilated pupils, and flushed cheeks that I realised she was shuddering not because she was gagging, but because she was climaxing.

Holy shit
. For a second I was totally dumbfounded, Stella had actually climaxed merely from pleasuring me … and not only pleasuring me, but letting me use her as I wanted … and believe me when I say I was being far from gentle. Good God, this woman was truly amazing. Not allowing herself much time to recover, Stella took over where I had paused and finished me off with a few mind-numbingly hard sucks that had me growling like a wild animal and filling her mouth with my spurting climax as my hips jolted uncontrollably against her face.

As she released me with a soft popping sound, Stella looked up at me with wide, remorse-filled eyes. ‘I’m so sorry, Sir …’ she murmured, chewing nervously on her lower lip.

‘You came without permission,’ I stated, still fucking amazed by the occurrence. For once, I allowed my eyes to burn into hers and saw her pupils were still dilated from her orgasm. Truth be told, I loved the fact that giving me pleasure clearly gave her just as much enjoyment, but I wouldn’t let her know that just yet.

‘I didn’t mean to … it was only a small one …’ she murmured, sounding genuinely mortified to have broken my rule.

I stared at her for several more seconds still amazed at how perfectly she was suited to being a submissive, after all the relationship was all based around wanting to ensure the other partners pleasure, which clearly she did. Finally, I couldn’t take her miserable expression any longer and I allowed a small smile to curve the corner of my lips. ‘Come here,’ I murmured, dragging her to standing and slamming my lips onto hers in a kiss that probably expressed a bit more emotion that I really wanted it to.

‘You’re amazing, you know that?’ I murmured as I scooped her up and strode back to the bed, but apparently, Stella didn’t understand what I meant.