“I’ve got a little something I thought you’d like,” he murmured, and gave her the bag.
Bella looked inside to find a sinfully skimpy pair of lacy panties and a matching bra, her perfect size. She glared up at him. “You were so sure I’d give in, weren’t you?”
“I knew you were a smart woman, yes,” he said with a shrug, his smile thinning as he added, “I’d like you to wear that tonight, for me. You needn’t bother with anything else…except maybe a coat.”
“So it’s straight to the point, is it?” she muttered scathingly. “What ever happened to handling things with a bit of care? No wining and dining me before f**king my brains out?”
A grin crossed his harshly handsome face, and for a second, he looked almost human.
“Well, you’ll have to forgive my…exuberance. I must confess I literally can’t wait to have you. But then again, we’ll still have two other nights...”
She turned away in disgust from his smug expression, slamming her way out of the office to the sound of his mocking laughter.
***
The more she told herself it wasn’t happening, the easier it seemed to bear it. When Jason showed up outside her home to pick her up, she didn’t say a word before getting in next to him in his powerful automobile. He wasn’t in a talkative mood either, thankfully. He merely sent her a mocking smile before driving them off into the night.In less than half an hour, he was stopping them in front of a very exclusive hotel. The kind that one night spent in any of its rooms was equivalent to her six months’ rent.
“Flashy car, fantastic job, and now a night at an expensive hotel. Looks like you’re living large, aren’t you?” were the first words she spoke to him, her tone far from flattering. She sent him a cold, mocking glance. “A far cry from your scholarship days, huh?’
He shrugged off the barb with a mocking smile of his own. “Moving up in the world has its perks, certainly. For one thing, it means I can prey on helpless little women such as yourself.”
Helpless little…I’ll show you helpless, she vowed vengefully, stepping out of the car as Jason too, got out and handed the keys to the valet. Bella swore then and there that the first chance she got, she was going to make him pay for this…
* * *
It’s not happening...it’s not happening, she chanted in her head, breathing in and out deeply as Jason held open the door of the suite, his dark eyebrow raised questioningly. She entered without a word, and stood waiting as she heard him come in behind her, locking the door securely after him.
Without preamble, he grabbed her arm, twisted her round and tugged her hard against him. His lips covered hers in a trice, grinding her lips strongly against her teeth. She whimpered and fought against him, trying to shove him back. "Let me go, damn you!"
Jason drew back with a smile, hands still holding her shoulders in a punishing grip. "A bit of resistance play, I see. I think I like it. There’s nothing like some show of reluctance to fire up the scene. So, shall we make up a few safe words now, or?" his eyebrows lifted mockingly.
"I can think of one," she bit out in sarcastic fury, glaring up at him. "How about "lawsuit"?"
He threw his head back and laughed. "Yep, that’s sure to get my attention," he teased, and then the next moment, was pushing her coat off her shoulders. Sure enough, she was wearing the black lacy underwear he’d bought, and nothing else but her stockings and heels. The coat fell unhindered to pool around her feet. The way his eyes blazed at the sight of her in the sexy lingerie was enough to make her throat constrict.
“Good girl,” he murmured, hands skimming her face, and then encircling her neck. “Now just keep playing along and who knows…you’ll start to enjoy this as much as I undoubtedly will.”
She was trembling so hard she was sure he would be able to tell. His hands, large, the enamel of his long fingers well manicured and square, felt so warm, almost hot on her bare skin. She hated that her body responded so treacherously to his touch. The revulsion, the distaste, she’d been so sure she would feel, wasn’t there. And that scared her.
“Your beauty is as bewitching as ever,” he said huskily, as his narrowed, dark grey eyes sketched piercingly over her face, then all over her trembling, almost nak*d frame. “Knowing you’re mine to have for three nights is making my head spin.” He slashed his head to press a hard kiss to lips, and then another, adding on a growl, “And I’m going to make every minute count…”
Bella panicked. She went into fight mode and just smacked his face, then started struggling against him, this time more viciously. He mouthed out a surprised hush, but then easily grabbed her flailing wrists.
“I know I said I like a bit of fight but Bella, this is getting ridiculous,” he muttered, right before he swept her into his arms, walked over to the bed and dumped her unceremoniously on it.
Bella straightened at once but he was right on her, crushing her down with his weight. Panting, she sobbed out, “I’ve changed my mind! I don’t – I don’t want this, Jason.”He had her hands pinned high above her head, and she could feel his chest hard against hers, nothing but his white dress shirt and her flimsy lingerie between them.
“Too late, baby,” he growled, eyes glinting. “You can’t back down now. You’ll get what you want – now it’s my turn.”
“So what, now you’re going to just take me? Without my consent?” she spat, squirming beneath his incredible weight. Damn, he was so strong…she knew she’d be helpless if he wanted to use force. But a sinking part of her heart told her that force would become highly unnecessary if she didn’t get out of this mess, and soon…
He chuckled harshly at her words, snaking his hard, formidable length over her soft, shivery frame. “From the moment you walked into my office yesterday it was clear that you liked what you saw, Bella.” He bent his head to capture her lips, but she turned her face away. He merely laughed again.
“I know that you want me…Over and over… And I want you too - now, in every way there is. On top of me, under me, kneeling and taking my hot hard c*ck from behind….”
Bella moaned with shame, closing her eyes against his searing words and how they thrilled through her like electricity. The images he conjured had her p**sy pulsing with a need she felt deeply guilty of even having. How could she want him, want this? He was using her, taking her against her will. The last thing she should be doing was wanting it to happen.
He was kissing her neck now, then nibbling and licking at her ear lobe in turns. She felt every piece of ice left in her melting beneath his relentless onslaught. He had had trapped, emotionally, physically, mentally. Bella felt she had nothing left to fight him with now…
* * *
Bella’s body looked as beautiful as Jason had always imagined – maybe even more so. Her dark golden hair was pinned up in some kind of artfully mussed up style, which he couldn’t wait to mess up all the more with his hands. And that wasn’t the only part of her he wanted to get his hands on.
The first thing he’d done was unhook her bra, freeing her gorgeously rounded br**sts, a perfect fit in his large, squeezing palms. She’d groaned when he’d caressed her roughly, pinching at her n**ples with his thumb and forefinger. Then he’d taken several minutes getting his tongue and lips acquainted with every inch of her full mounds, suckling and biting on her flesh and nubs till many gasps of pleasure were ripped from her.
Next, he rolled off her stockings and now had her wrists tied up on either side of the bedpost. Her ankles he easily held apart as he slowly pulled off her panties before tossing them aside. She lay there on her back, staring daggers at him even as he could see her br**sts heaving, the n**ples hardened to pink pebbles.
“Right where I want you,” he murmured and then smiled ever mockingly - but there was a huskiness to his tone that spelt out how much self control he was exerting. It was all he could do not to just rip into her like he wanted to. His c*ck throbbed like a living thing wanting to be free of the constraints of his trousers. He was still fully dressed, yet she lay nak*d before him, tied up with her own silk tights, her p**sy spread out. The sight of her beautiful body, vulnerable and up for grabs, was enough to make his blood boil with hot, animal lust.
“I guess in one way I win,” she gritted out, eyes holding his unforgivingly. “At least I’ll go away from this knowing that the great Jason Evans had to blackmail and practically have me helpless in his bed before he could have my p**sy.”
“Hmm, and what a p**sy it is,” he purred, deflecting the jibe with merely another smile. His hands took hold of her thighs, right behind her knees which he pushed back, all the way back till her feet were almost level with her head and touching the bedpost. Bella gasped out loud, feeling more exposed than she’d ever been in her life, as her p**sy and ass were displayed completely to his devouring gaze.
“It’s so very wet,” he said on an almost famished sigh, right before he bent his head and lay his tongue flat against her hairless slit. Bella held herself as still as she could for as long as she could – but it was pointless.
Jason was too skillful, too hungered to be ignored. He rolled and dipped and toyed with her p**sy, thumbing her cl*t while his tongue danced from that erect f**k button and then down to her swollen, dripping folds. By this time Bella was straining against her restraints, hating herself so much for loving every minute of it. He fingered-pounded her, shoving as many as three in at one point and driving them in piston-style. Moments later, Bella came, screeching out as her whole frame curved right off the bed like she’d been shot.
He watched as she shuddered her way back down to earth, his gaze so dark it was like onyx now. This time when he smiled it was not so mocking, yet no less triumphant.
“Looks like someone’s having fun after all.”
“You bastard,” she bit out softly, her own eyes gleaming bright. “When are you going to get me out of these binds?”
“Until I can be sure you’re not going to scratch my eyes out, at least,” he drawled, moving back from the bed. He started to methodically rid himself of his clothes: his open-necked white dressed shirt, which fit as snugly as his dark, stylish flat-front trousers. He chucked those off, and Bella could only stare at the bulge she could see in his boxer briefs as he stuck his thumb into the bands in readiness to pull them down, as well.
He saw her wide-eyed look, and grinned wolfishly. “You could say I’ve been carrying more than a torch around for you these past four years,” he confessed with ironic humor. “I’ve never wanted anyone this bad in my life…and yet, even now I’m worried that those three nights are just not going to be enough. Once I get inside you, I may never want to come out again…”
Bella bit on her lip in half dismay, half grudging admiration as finally, she got to see all of him. His broad, toned shoulders, his well defined pecs and abs…He kicked away his underwear and stood proudly in front of the bed, his c*ck pole straight with dark curls nestled jealously at the base. The balls hung hard and heavy, and she had to quell the urge to lick at her lips in helpless anticipation. Her p**sy still dripped with her juices, and even now their inner walls clenched in hunger to be filled by that magnificent, purple-headed c*ck rearing so proudly before her.