Whatever He Wants (3 page)

 
     
“James—“she began but was cut off when he
placed his index finger over her lips.

 
     
“Just answer the question, Noelle. “

 
     
“Roberto
Cavalli
but I don’t see what—“

 
     
“And how about the top?
Pure silk isn’t it?”

 
     
Noelle was sure he had a point but it was
taking him way too long to get to it. “Does it really matter? Look, I’ve got to
go. Simone is waiting for me.” Before she could take a step, James gripped her
forearms and twisted her around until her back was flush with his chest. James
then plucked out the tag from the back of her shirt.

 
     
“Dolce and
Gabbana
,”
he read. “Nice.” James spanned her neck with his large hand. “And this gold
chain, how much do you think this cost?”

 
     
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her nerves
frazzled from his touch. He pressed his hardness against her ass. She didn’t
want to respond to him as she so often did but her traitorous body let her down
yet again.

 
     
“Of course you don’t, my dear. But I do. I
know exactly what everything you’re wearing costs down to the lace panties.” He
leaned over brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “Guess how I know.”

 
     
It finally dawned on her what he was
getting at and Noelle didn’t want to hear another word of it. “James I’m in no
mood for these games.” She attempted to break free from his hold but the hand
that had only been resting against her collarbone now tightened around her
neck. His grip barely allowed her to breathe. “James…” she choked.

 
     
“Exactly.
James.
I paid for it all, signed the bills myself just as I did for that walk-in
closet of clothes you couldn’t pronounce when you met me or the hundreds of
shoes, the jewelry in the wall safe, the lines of credit, this penthouse and
the Mercedes. All yours as long as you continue to grant me the access of your
delectable body whenever I want and however I want.”

 
     
Unshed tears burned her eyes at his cruel
reminder of the lifestyle he’d set her up in. “I never asked for any of this,”
she whispered.

 
     
“But you agreed to the deal from the very
beginning, did you not?” He ran his tongue along the curve of her ear and her
knees nearly gave out on her. She wished she didn’t respond so easily to him.
Her nipples pebbled against her blouse and her pussy clenched spontaneously.

 
     
“I….I never agreed to be treated like
this,” Noelle cried, trying again to turn around but was unsuccessful again.

 
     
His hand tightened around her throat
robbing her of air and then slowly loosening yet not quite releasing her. “Oh?
The bargain, if I may remind you sweetheart, is for you to be available to
service my needs when and however I want and in return you’ll be handsomely
compensated. You’re not by chance reneging on our deal are you? After all,
you’ve never had any problem spending my money. You’d like to pretend you don’t
enjoy the lifestyle but you love every bit of it. So what do you call a woman
who lives rent free in an exclusive neighborhood, has access to all the money
her greedy little heart desires and receives other financial perks simply for
the use of her body? I know a lot of women like to pretty the word up and call
themselves mistresses or girlfriends but let’s be honest and call it what it
is. You’re a—“

 
     
“Don’t say it!” she cut him off knowing
how much it would kill her to hear him call her the word she feared most
regardless if it was true.

 
     
“Okay, I’ll allow you your pretense but
make no mistake about our arrangement, as long as you enjoy the benefits in
which I provide
,
I expect a return on my investment.
Everything in this penthouse belongs to me including you and I say you’re not
going a goddamn place unless I say so. Do we understand each other?”

 
     
The tears she had fought to hold back slid
down her cheeks. She wanted to argue and scream at him but he didn’t say
anything that wasn’t true. The last little bit of pride she had was hanging by
a thread and Noelle realized as much as it would kill her to do so, she had to
leave him if she wanted to hold on to it.

 
     
“Let me go,” she bit out, her voice shaky
with emotion.

 
     
James whirled her around to face him and
pushed her against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her head and
leaned over until their noses touched. His handsome face was screwed up in a
mask of pure determination and another emotion she couldn’t quite place. His
lips curled into a sneer. “You protest like you don’t want me to fuck you but
you’re already trembling. Your body gives you away every single time, baby. I
bet you’re so wet right now your panties are soaked.” To test his theory he
slipped his hand inside her waistband and cupped her hot sex.

 
     
Noelle cried out when he touched her,
ashamed of herself for liking it more than she should. He slid his finger along
her damp slit before pulling his hand out of her pants.
“Oh
yeah.
You want to be fucked so bad you can’t even look me in the eye and
deny it. Those pretty lips might say one thing but your body says another.”
James ran his dew-drenched fingers across her bottom lip, flaunting the
evidence of her desire. “Lick it,” he commanded.

 
     
She shook her head, denying him his
request.

 
     
“Do it, Noelle. It’s easy. See?” He dipped
his head and swiped her bottom lip with his tongue. James then ran his wet
finger over her mouth again.
“Your turn.”

 
     
Noelle met his intense stare which for
reasons she couldn’t explain seemed detached. On most days James was never an
overly emotional guy but tonight something was definitely off. She couldn’t
reconcile this stranger from the one she’d had such a pleasant time with only a
few short weeks ago. That charming man who’d held her and comforted her when
she was in need seemed hell-bent on humiliating her in every way possible. “Why
are you being like this?”

 
     
He raised a dark brow. “Being like what?”

 
     
“Last time…you helped me…”

 
     
“I may be a bastard according to most, but
I don’t always act like one. You needed help. I gave it to you. Don’t mistake
anything I do for more than what it is. Now stop stalling and do it,” he
barked.

 
     
Noelle jumped in surprise but finally
obeyed his order. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip, tasting the juice
of her arousal.

 
     
He smiled though it didn’t quite reach his
eyes. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it? Now tell me how badly you
want this cock.” He gripped her hand and guided it to his rock hard shaft.

 
     
 
Noelle shook her head from side to side. “Not
like this James,” she whispered even though her mind screamed the words.

 
     
James squeezed her hand around his cock.
“Yes like this. You’re here to take care of my needs and I need you now.” He
moved to kiss her but just as their lips were about to meet Noelle turned her
head away. He growled at her defiance. The next thing she knew he grabbed a
handful of her hair and yanked her head back so hard she let out a yelp of
surprise and pain.

 
     
“Don’t turn away from me again, especially
when we both know how hot you are to have my dick buried balls deep in you
pretty little pussy”, he taunted before crushing her lips beneath his. He
pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, devouring and stealing her breath away.
His cock pressed against her hard and ready.

 
     
Keeping a tight grip in her hair James
lifted his head and grazed his teeth against her neck then bit into her
vulnerable flesh. His lips smothered hers again, drowning out her cries.

 
     
Noelle brought her hands up to push him
away but something happened to her the second she touched his heated flesh. A
delicious wave of electricity licked its way along every single nerve ending in
her body. Her pussy tingled and she desperately wanted him thrusting deep inside
of her. Her mind and her body were at odds. One screamed stop, the other
screamed don’t ever stop.

 
     
James grabbed a handful of her shirt and
ripped it down the front. “You’re mine. You belong to me. All of you.” He
released the grip on her hair, giving Noelle only a moment’s relief before
hauling her in his arms and carrying her the short distance to the
bed.  

 
     
He dropped her in the center none too
gently. The temporary disconnect of their bodies gave her passion-hazed brain a
moment of clarity. “James, please. Can’t we talk about this?” She tried to sit
up but James was on her before she could slide off the bed. When he straddled
her, Noelle attempted to push him away, but he captured her wrists in his
strong grip.

 
     
“If the conversation doesn’t involve my
cock in your cunt, there’s nothing to discuss. I already told you, you’re mine
and I will have you when I want and how I want.” In an effortless demonstration
of his strength, he took both wrists in one hand and held them over her
head.  He wasted no time ripping her bra down the front, ruining it.

 
     
Noelle’s face burned with humiliation even
though her insides flamed even hotter. She pressed her thighs tightly together
embarrassed at how badly she wanted him inside of her despite his offhand
treatment and the blatant disregard for her feelings.

 
     
He captured one of her now exposed nipples
between his lips sucking so fiercely he pushed her to the edge of pleasure and
pain. He licked and laved the area and bit into her tender flesh digging in
deep enough to break skin, to hurt her—to mark her.

 
     
“Please,” Noelle cried out not sure if she
was begging for him to stop or continue.

 
     
He raised his head long enough to give her
a sardonic grin. “Please what?”

 
     
Noelle shook her head from side to side
unable to get the words past her lips. That knowing smile was her undoing. She
turned her head away unable to meet his gaze, ashamed of her own weakness.

 
     
He chuckled, almost manically. “That’s
right. You want it so bad you can’t speak.” He returned his attention to her
breasts, rotating between each one and leaving his mark on both before moving
lower.

 
     
Releasing her wrists his hands flew to her
jeans. Noelle’s mind was in a haze as he made short order of divesting her of
her boots, jeans and panties. It occurred to her while he roughly removed the
remainder of her clothing she should fight back but he’d primed her for his
touch making it damn near impossible to protest.

 
     
“Clasp your hands together, place them
over your head and don’t move.”

 
     
“James—“

 
     
“Do it!” he barked.

 
     
She did as he commanded trembling in
anticipation and anxiety. He’d been forceful with her before but not quite like
this. She was however too caught up in her own warring emotions to analyze it.

 
     
James gripped one of her thighs digging so
deep his nails pinched her. He parted the damp folds of her pussy and ran his
thumb over her clit causing Noelle to quiver uncontrollably. “Look at all this
sweet honey dripping from this juicy cunt just for me. You can’t wait to be
fucked can you?” He shoved his index and middle finger inside of her without
his usual finesse creating a delicious friction. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

 
     
Noelle bit the inside of her lip aching
for him to take her but clinging to her last bit of pride.

 
     
James’s intense gray gaze bored into her.
“Tell me,” he whispered, silkily letting up on the pressure just a bit to
stroke her just right and managing to hit every single erogenous zone inside of
her.

 
     
“Don’t make me,” she whispered all while
she continued to respond to him slamming his fingers in and out of her.