His Rules

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

K acey

“Thank you for doing that,” I half whispered as soon as he thumped down on the seat.

“No thanks needed. He didn’t deserve you, but I do.”

“You’re so sure of yourself.”

“Yes, I am. I know what I want and I generally take what I need.” Sebastian rubbed the tip of his finger down my arm until I shivered.

Every part of me was on fire, the need to have his cock buried inside almost all I could think about. That is if I could think clearly at all.

He pulled me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle his massive legs. My panties were already damp, the corset peeking out from the top edge of my dress. Unlike the first night, I was more nervous than ever because I knew him. Fucking a stranger was entirely different.

This felt more personal.

He rubbed both hands down my back as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He wasn’t interested in waiting until we arrived at our destination, fisting my hair and pulling my head down. This time, he crushed his lips over mine with such ferocity the breath was pulled from my lungs.

His tongue sparred with mine, but the man refused to give up any control. I shifted back and forth on his lap, creating a level of friction that sizzled the end of every nerve. I moaned into the kiss as the scent of my desire wafted between us. He was hard as a rock, his cock throbbing against the thin lace of my thong.

I felt him tug at the back of my dress until he was able to slide his hand underneath. As I’d done before, I tingled all over, trying to explore his mouth while he took full control. A brief thought about Thompson being up front entered my mind, but in truth, he could watch if that made him feel good. I just didn’t care.

Every sound Sebastian made, every guttural growl fueled the crackling electricity between us. Heat continued building and I was sure the windows were already steaming up.

He captured my moan as the kiss continued, our needs becoming fervid. As I continued shifting back and forth, I sensed his body tensing. He pushed me away slowly, forcing my back into a deep arc. I couldn’t stop shaking. He swept his arm around my waist, holding me aloft while he brushed the rough pads of two fingers down the front of my neck.

I closed my eyes, gripping his legs to hold myself up as he ran his finger around first one nipple then the other. I couldn’t stop trembling and after he tugged the dress aside, he slowly untied the corset’s satin string.

“So beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely and eased one side of the corset open, exposing my breast.

The moment he pulled my already taut nipple into his mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from releasing one small moan. But I sensed it was enough for Thompson to hear. I bit my lower lip to keep from making any additional sounds.

If he was concerned we weren’t completely alone, I would never know it from the intense growls rumbling up from his throat. The sound filled the space, setting the tone for what I could expect tonight.

He wasn’t going to be gentle or soft. This was all about hard fucking.

My mind was spinning almost out of control and as he bit down on my hardened bud, the hint of pain only added to the raging desire.

I dug my fingernails into his legs, panting more intensely as he sucked and nipped. When he moved to my other breast, I laughed nervously. Hundreds of prickling sensations were crawling down every inch of my body. This man, this arrogant jerk who plucked my last nerve had awakened tremendous darkness in me. I was more alive than I’d been in my entire life.

No man had ever touched me as if I was a precious gift.

Sebastian took his time sucking on my other nipple, growling the entire time as if he was consuming the sweetest fruit.

I was wet and so hot, my panties damp enough I knew I’d stained his expensive trousers. Maybe that would teach him to wear jeans around me next time.

If there was a next time.

Seconds later, he jerked me into a sitting position, holding the back of my head as he stared into my eyes.

“My rules.”

He issued the two words as if he’d ever let me forget. Or as if what he had planned was something dark and devious.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you’ll follow them.”

“Yes.”

“Try again.”

I could tell exactly what he wanted. “Yes, sir.”

“My perfect angel, my beautiful gem.”

I sensed we were pulling under the awning of the hotel’s entrance and before allowing me to cover my breasts, he kissed my mouth once more.

There was something quite sinful about having a man I didn’t know open the door and hold out his hand to help me step outside. I suddenly felt like a princess instead of a regular girl. I had to admit, it felt damn good.

Sebastian whisked me from the car, taking my hand as possessively as he’d done everything else. As we strode through the lobby of the Ritz Carlton, I was struck by how impressed everyone who passed us seemed to be. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t watching us, stopping long enough to follow where we were going with their eyes. It was another first, the hotel one of the most expensive in the city.

The magical moment continued although in the back of my mind, a thought remained that this couldn’t last. He was a prince and I was a plain Jane with no pedigree. While there was a half dozen people waiting to enter the elevator, none followed us when the doors opened.

We were all alone inside.

He crowded my space as he’d done before, only this time planting both hands on either side of me. As he pressed the full weight of his body against mine, tiny prisms of light floated around my periphery of vision.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do with you?” His question was rhetorical. He would do anything he damn well pleased. We both knew I had absolutely no control.

The feeling of floating on air didn’t stop, the longing only boosted from the feeling of his hard cock. My pussy clenched and released several times and when he bent his head, nuzzling against my neck, several husky moans rushed past my lips. How could anything so wrong for me feel so right?

His tongue was shoved into my ear, his hot breath keeping my body electrified. I was breathless, clutching his jacket with both hands. He nipped my earlobe, issuing several guttural growls. He was the beast and I was his prey.

My mind soared from the thought.

The pinging sound as the elevator reached its destination echoed in my ears. He moved down the hallway as if in urgent need, his fingers wrapped so tightly around mine there was no chance of escape.

Not that I wanted to.

With a quick flash of his card, the door was unlocked. As soon as I walked in, I was in awe of the incredible view, one almost identical to what we’d enjoyed during dinner. But I doubted I would get to see much of it.

I backed away, smoothing my hands down my dress as he ripped off his jacket, tossing it halfway across the room to land perfectly across the back of one of the chairs. This was a full living room complete with a piano.

Breathless, I moved around the side of the ebony instrument, rubbing my fingers on the glasslike surface. He ripped at his tie, his eyes never leaving me. The energy around him was like a wild beast’s, his nostrils flared like a bull.

“Remove your dress,” he commanded just as he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Keep the heels on.” The timbre of his voice was saturated with dark and demanding innuendos. There was nothing subtle about the man or the way he was looking at me.

I’d been drawn into his lair.

I bit my lower lip, swishing my hips back and forth. When he pointed his index finger at me, the gesture made me blush.

“Do not tease me or I’ll spank you with my belt.”

The vixen inside of me almost wanted to see if he would follow through with his promise. But I was too far gone, the desire already consuming every inch of me. My nipples ached, the tight corset taunting them every time I moved.

I slowly lowered first one strap of the dress then the other, holding the bodice in place for a few seconds. It was a pleasure watching him undress, taking his time to remove his cufflinks. They were black onyx and diamonds, something a powerful man like him would wear.

Yet I still craved seeing him in jeans.

He smirked as if sensing exactly what I was thinking, slowly unbuttoning and folding his shirtsleeves past his elbows. It was the first time I noticed a single tattoo on the inside of his forearm. The dagger caught my eye, the colorful design incredible, yet the choice seemed odd to me.

“Why the ink?” I dared to ask. It almost felt as if I was invading his space.

“A reminder to cut to the heart of the issue. To fix or consume.”

His words were profound. The man had been born and bred for great success. And he’d achieved that and more. He was worth billions, yet there were no photographs of him jetting off to various parts of the world, consumed with pleasure instead of the business he so seemed to enjoy.

He reached for his belt, lifting a single eyebrow as a reminder that he was completely in charge. I took a deep breath and allowed the material to fall to my hips, shimmying it the rest of the way to the floor. As I stepped out, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving from his roar of desire.

“Turn around.”

I did as he ordered, taking my time to turn in a full circle.

“Beautiful. Continue.”

My fingers were trembling as I untied the corset a second time, removing the satin string with one hand and draping it on the piano. The corset fell easily to the floor. Standing only in heels and a thong, a hint of embarrassment and guilt washed through me, but I did my best not to cover my breasts.

Using a single finger, he twirled it as a command and I turned in a circle once again. His whistle caused another shiver to curl down my spine. I couldn’t believe I was shaking. We’d been intimate before, but this was entirely different. This was much more personal. Stars continued to float in front of my eyes and when he took a single step closer, I found myself backing up until I ran into the piano.

His lips curled and he stopped only a couple of feet in front of me, unfastening his belt. I was mesmerized by the action, studying his long fingers as he tugged the loop from the brass. Taking his sweet time, he pulled the thick leather from each loop, his magnificent eyes boring into mine the entire time.

I shifted back and forth from foot to foot, the anticipation and excitement tearing through me like rocket fuel.

He closed the distance and I was certain he was going to use the belt on my behind. Instead, he kept the sly smirk as he folded and placed the strap onto the piano. With his index finger, he rolled the tip down from my forehead to the bridge of my nose, circling my lips before tracing my jaw from one side to the other.

“You are truly magnificent. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I had no idea what to say to him, but I felt beautiful, more so than I had for a very long time. He looked at me as if he could devour me and I was in awe of his powerful hold over me. He could do anything he wanted and I’d beg for more.

He knew it too. I could tell by the darkness in his eyes.

Very little about this man surprised me, but the level of passion he carried was explosive. I craved experiencing all of it.

“All mine,” he breathed before brushing the tip between my breasts. He followed his trail with his eyes until he flicked his finger across one nipple. My single moan caused him to lift his head, the smile even more exciting than before.

I was locked into the moment, unable to move or breathe. He had full control over me. Every movement methodical, he rolled the tip around my other areola before pinching my hardened bud. The pain was instant, my heart rate increasing. He twisted my nipple before releasing, his expression showing he was pleased with tormenting me.

The bastard.

Two could play at that game.

Sebastian cupped both breasts, his fingers flexed open as he squeezed. The pressure was surreal and my legs were wobbling. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I could barely focus. I could barely think. He wanted me like putty in his hands and that’s exactly what I was.

Clay to mold into anything he wanted to create.

I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, which brought another primal growl rushing up from his throat.

“Be careful, my diamond in the rough. I do bite.”

“So do I.”

His laugh was deep, almost demonic. He just thought I had no control. As he lowered his head, I took a deep breath, spreading my arms across the piano and tossing back my head. As I stared at the ceiling, the feeling of his mouth as he sucked my nipple almost brought me to my knees.

The sensations were sensual, creating a haze around my head. It was a glorious moment as vibrations danced down every inch of my body. I wanted to laugh and moan at the same time, settling for a strangled whimper.

He ran the fingers of both hands along the sides of my legs, crawling them up very slowly. When he lifted me off the floor, placing me on top of the piano, I slammed my fists down on the surface, trying desperately to figure out what he was doing.

With tender actions, he slipped his fingers underneath the elastic of my thong, drifting them down my legs as if the man had developed patience.

I knew better.

He brought the wet lace to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath.

“Incredible.”

I no longer felt embarrassed. I just couldn’t stop tingling all over.

The look he gave me was stern, so commanding that I eased back, taking gasping breaths.

“Now, I feast.” There was no pretense, just his rough actions as he lifted and spread my legs. The heels felt heavy on my feet as he blew across my aching pussy. The way he carefully pressed kisses on one inner thigh then the other kept the excitement building.

I closed my eyes, basking in the sinful moment until he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit. “Oh, God.” I jerked up, arching my back as I extended my arms. His lips and tongue were dangerous objects, the pleasure from a single lick driving me crazy.

“Relax, little gem. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.”

Of that I had no doubt. I lolled my head to the side, every muscle in my body stiff. He was practiced with his tongue, keeping me on the edge while building the anticipation.

Sebastian pressed his hands on my thighs, holding me wide open. I bent my head, catching sight of the beautiful view. This was filthy and scintillating, my pulse increasing with every second.

And every swipe of his tongue.

He uttered another single growl before burying his face into my pussy. I was so wet, so hot my skin was sizzling from the inside out. The man was masterful, his tender licks becoming more fervent. I tossed my head back and forth, longing to touch him. To stroke him.

To have his cock shoved inside my mouth.

I could almost taste his sweet essence and licked my lips in appreciation. He sucked on my clit and I slapped my hand across my mouth to keep from screaming. It would be rude to interrupt other guests.

The thought brought a smile to my face just as he drove his tongue deep inside. My pussy muscles clamped down immediately, pulsing just as his cock had done earlier. We were fire and ice together, two moths floating effortlessly toward a flame.

Our wickedness would no doubt burn us into cinders, but neither one of us seemed to care.

He took his time licking and sucking, finally driving two of three fingers inside. As he pumped his long digits, I floated all the way toward rapture. His expertise and the way he’d already learned my body pushed me toward an orgasm.

Yet he pulled back, elongating my suffering. I needed to come.

But only when he commanded me to do so.

My fingers brushed against the belt and I couldn’t resist, pulling the thick strap into my fingers. I rolled the leather under my nose, taking a deep whiff. There was a hint of spice and musk, the scent very much like the man feasting on me as if he was starving.

He was watching me as I slid the end between my breasts and down my stomach, brushing the edge back and forth.

Seconds later, I was shocked when he snagged the belt, snapping the end against my aching pussy.

“Oh. Oh!” I bolted up, gasping for air all over again. The pain was wild yet almost instantly drifted into pure ecstasy.

He repeated the action twice more, but when he rubbed the end up and down the length of my pussy, I almost lost it.

I reared up from the piano, planting my elbows on the surface. He lazily glanced up at me and I could swear the man was grinning as if this was a moment of power exchange.

And he was winning.

Damn him.

After one additional savage crack of the belt, he returned it to the piano, reaching up to pinch my nipple. “Bad, bad girl. I’ll need to train you.”

“You only think you can.”

His laugh sent vibrations down both legs.

I couldn’t stop panting, realizing only seconds later I was scratching the beautiful lacquer of the piano. He plunged all four fingers inside and there was no way I could hold back any longer.

A wild and intense orgasm rushed through me, sweeping from one muscle to the other like a massive tidal wave. I opened my mouth, but there was no sound, just the harsh whimpers from someone enjoying so much pleasure.

He licked me furiously, rubbing my clit with his thumb while sliding the other into my asshole. The single climax turned into another series of dancing vibrations as the second explosive moment roared through my system. The beautiful haze continued for almost a full minute. Only when I started to float down from nirvana did he kiss my legs again before standing.

I lolled my head to the side, willing my foggy eyes to watch him as he unzipped his trousers. He never blinked, said nothing as he ripped off his shirt, tossing it to the side. His shoes were next, kicking them away before dropping his pants.

The sight of his fully erect cock kept my mouth watering. I leaned up, purring like a big cat in the wild. He seemed delighted by the sound, the darkness in his eyes deepening even more.

Everything was a beautiful blur as he stood in front of me completely naked.

With precise steps, he moved toward the piano stool, easing it from underneath. Then he slid me around so my toes touched the keys and I couldn’t help myself, moving them back and forth across the ivories as if I knew how to play a tune.

His smile was purely evil and he sat down with a solid thump, instantly yanking me from my perch and onto his lap. His cock found my tight channel without assistance, sliding inside as if belonging there.

“Oh, my goodness.” I threw my arms across his shoulders, savoring the way my pussy muscles clamped tightly around the invasion like a vise.

“So tight, diamond girl. So wet.”

“All for you.”

“Never forget that. Only for me.”

“Yes, sir.” His possessiveness was enthralling and as he lifted me all the way up until only the tip was inside, I clamped my fingers around his muscles. I had a feeling I’d need to hold on as he’d fuck me like the wild man he was.

He brought me down with a brutal thump and I squeezed my muscles on purpose. He growled in response and lifted his hips off the bench, driving his cock in even deeper.

I squeezed my legs against his thighs, both of us staring into each other’s eyes as if looking for answers. Maybe what we were doing was so very wrong, but there was no chance of walking away.

As I bucked hard against him, he rolled his thumb across the seam of my mouth before shoving it between my lips. “Suck it, baby girl.”

I did as he commanded without hesitation, enjoying the smoky taste of his skin. I sucked with earnest, purring around the thick digit.

“So very talented.”

His smile was perfect, the husky tone in his voice what fantasies were created from. He’d already been a fixture in every dream. His smile. His face.

His hot body.

Working side by side would now become an impossible task.

With his cock continuing to pulse, I had a feeling his control wasn’t going to last long.

As if reading my mind, he shifted to the end of the bench, sliding his arm under my buttocks and rising to his feet. He grabbed the belt as if an afterthought and I shuddered visibly.

“What are you going to do with that?”

He grinned as only he could do. “Whatever I want.”

He was such a sensual man, every look he gave me, every deep breath he took a clear indication of just how hungry he was.

I clung to him as he took long strides out of the suite’s living room, kicking open the bedroom door. A single light was already on, the dim glow highlighting the massive turned down bed in the room.

As if I weighed nothing, he tossed me into the center, his huge frame looming over me as I scrambled to get to my knees.

“Don’t think you’re going anywhere, my diamond girl. We’re just getting started.”