Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I didn’t know what the fuck came over me.
That dress.
My adrenaline?
That dress.
My anger?
All of it combined gave me a heady sensation that pooled straight in my dick.
I wanted so badly to be inside of her, to see her come undone and shatter.
And I wanted her to do all of it just for me.
When she put her hands on me, something fell into place.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I didn’t give a fuck that she was my employee.
I wanted her like no other. Watching ecstasy play across her features and her clit around my fingers was the most gratifying thing I’d ever done.
I wasn’t a gentle man. I wasn’t tender. I didn’t whisper sweet nothings in women’s ears. Hell, I didn’t even allow women to sleep in my arms anymore. There were few people I trusted before, and now, I put my trust in even fewer people.
But here I was, holding Tisha in my arms like I needed her to keep me sane. Running my hand up and down her back like we were lovers. When the car stopped, it was hard for me to let her go, but I had to.
“We’ll finish this in my room.” Desire was still riding me hard. “I can’t wait to be buried deep in you.”
A lustful haze in her eyes told me she was ready for whatever I had to give her. I placed her on the seat beside me, then scooped up her torn underwear from the floor and stuffed them in my inner jacket pocket.
“I’ll be keeping these.”
While she pulled her dress down from around her hips, the driver opened the door.
I didn’t expect the story of someone trying to kill me tonight quickly traveling, but as soon as I stepped out, flashes of light bombarded me along with questions I wasn’t willing to answer.
My primary concern and drive at the moment was the woman now emerging from the car.
I curved my arm around her waist, guiding her through the crowd of reporters and paparazzi.
“Do they always hound you like that?” she asked as we made our way to the elevator.
“Most days,” I said, pressing the button to our floor several times. “I usually let Donavon handle them.”
The doors to the lift parted, and I waited for her to step forward.
This was the first time since I hired her that she hadn’t been in Warrior Princess mode.
I adjusted myself, and her eyes followed my gesture.
I palmed my dick through my slacks and watched her eyes glaze over with lust. I pushed her back against the elevator, much like I did during our first kiss.
My body took over from there. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I reached between her legs to find her gushing. My dick twitched at the sensation.
“Damn, I can’t wait to fuck you,” I announced.
The elevator’s ding was like music to my ears.
I quickly pulled Miss McLean from the car and fumbled around in my pocket, pulling out my keycard.
Swiping the card over the keypad, I flung open the door and quickly pulled her inside.
For a moment, I gazed at her as she made her way to the floor-to-ceiling windows in my room.
Her silhouette was amazing against the lights in the night sky.
Tisha McLean was curvy in all the right places. I couldn’t wait to get her naked and feel the weight of her breasts in my palms. I inhaled sharply. I sauntered up behind her, unzipping her dress, then kissing my way across the bare skin of her shoulders and down her back.
My hands guided the straps down her arms, and my lips followed them. I wanted to taste every inch of her. My tongue tingled thinking about those sweet juices on my lips. She tilted her head, giving me access to her neck, while my hands moved to work her dress down over her hips.
I backed away to give her room to step out of it and to admire the beauty before me. Damn, she was everything I’d imagine. Her hips flared, giving way to thick thighs and toned calves.
Shrugging out of my jacket and my shoes, kicking them out of the way, I kneeled behind her, trailing my hands down her sides, caressing her ass cheeks.
I slapped her twice and smirked when she pushed back toward me.
Her reaction satisfied me. I may be able to give in to my darker urges with her after all.
But for now, I’d be content with the occasional slap.
Again, I smacked both cheeks, immediately soothing the sting.
I kissed her ass, letting her know how good she was doing by letting me have my feel and explore her body.
“Turn around, put your foot on the chair.”
She did as I asked without question. Her obedience deserved a reward. I softly kissed her clit, then swirled my tongue around it. Tisha rewarded me with a soft whimper. Her stance in front of the window, bare and open to me, was almost more than I could take.
I grasped a handful of thighs to steady her from my onslaught.
I was like a man starving, devouring every bit of her essence.
I pushed my tongue into her as she began to rock.
The movements were motivating me to give her as much pleasure as I could.
I’d never wanted a woman to come as much as I wanted Tisha to come on my tongue.
I circled her clit with my thumb, keeping pressure as my tongue moved in and out of her.
Her moans became louder and louder. Her hips’ rhythm became more staccato until her pussy fluttered, and her hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me further into her pussy.
I pulled back slightly, her grip loosening.
I circled her clit with my tongue, pulling it into my mouth for a suck, and she erupted. Her screams filled the room.
Quickly, I pushed myself to my feet, scooped her up, then carried her to my bedroom. I placed her on the bed like she was the most precious thing in my possession as she tried to steady her breathing.
I stood back and admired her body spread out over the comforter, opened to only me.
It was a heady feeling to know all of her was there for the taking.
I flung my bow tie to the floor and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall beside my feet.
I climbed onto the bed; my lips captured hers.
Kissing was not something I did. It was too intimate.
My sexual encounters were mostly about satisfying myself, but with Tisha, I wanted her to have the full experience that was me.
Without the bonds.
Without the restraints.
Without submissiveness.
What happened after this, I didn’t care.
Tonight was about tonight and nothing else.
I settled between her legs, not wanting to break our kiss.
I wanted her so badly kissing was all I could do not to go in hard, but she was ready, and my hesitation only caused her frustration.
Tisha grabbed my ass and pulled me forward.
The momentum made me brace myself on my elbows before all of my two hundred and sixty pounds was on top of her.
She moaned when I settled balls deep into her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, needing to move, but knowing if I did, I’d bust before I was ready.
“Move,” she ordered, causing a smirk to form on my lips. Even filled to capacity and underneath me, she was still giving me orders.
My hand snaked under her hip, elevating her slightly and at a different angle. I pulled out, then plunged in.
“Fuck,” I whispered. She felt so good.
We moved to a steady rhythm. Tisha met me thrust for thrust, her pussy sucking me in deeper and deeper.
Soon, her walls fluttered, telling me she was close.
Tisha wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as she shattered.
I no longer held on and fell with her. One hard lunge. I held her hips in place and let go.
“Yes,” she muttered when the warmth of my stream filled her. “Yes.”
I’d never come so hard with anyone. Not even when playing out any of my games in my hideaway.
Sex with Tisha was different, and I had to be careful or I was going to become addicted to my head of security’s warm pussy.
I rolled to her side, pulling her close to me.
Surprisingly, she didn’t fight and snuggled into my body.
Dragging the comforter over our naked bodies, I wrapped my arms around her hips and closed my eyes.
“What the fuck?” I jerked awake from the kick Tisha gave me to my back.
“Tristan, no,” she pleaded. “Please don’t!”
I turned toward her, intending to wake her up, but saw tears streaming down her face. I nudged her shoulder, but she only fought me more, continuing to scream.
“Tristan. What are you doing? No!”
“Tisha!” I yelled, but she only fought harder, swinging her arms wildly, connecting once with my face.
“Tisha!” I pinned her arms down and straddled her.
Her body jerked underneath me as if she was fighting for her life.
I pulled her arms, bringing her body close to me as I climbed off her, pulling her in my lap and wrapping her in an embrace.
“Shhhh,” I crooned. “Tisha, wake up. You’re safe.”
I snorted because I didn’t know the last time anyone felt safe with me.
But it was the truth. She had nothing to fear from me.
I wanted to know who this Tristan fucker was, and in order to know that she had to wake up.
I rocked her slowly, and she finally started to calm down.
Her body relaxed, no longer fighting me or Tristan.
Her sobs turned into whimpers with the occasional sniffle until her eyes fluttered open.
“What’s going on?” She scanned the room as if in unfamiliar surroundings.
“Are you all right?” I asked. She struggled to loosen my embrace, but I was reluctant to let her go. I’d never seen anyone fight in their sleep the way she did. It was too real for her.
“I’m fine.” She tried to convince both of us, but her smile didn’t meet her eyes.
“Who is Tristan?” We locked eyes for a moment, then she looked away, getting out of bed.
“What do you mean?” She made her way around the room, grabbing her clothes. “I don’t know anyone named Tristan.”
She was running, and I was more than likely going to let her go. “You were begging someone named Tristan to stop.” I watched as she flitted around the bedroom, silently.
She didn’t have to answer me. I had my ways of finding out things, but I’d much rather hear it from her.
“I talk in my sleep sometimes.” She shrugged, pulling up her dress. “Can you zip me, please?”
I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to her. I would love to rip this dress off her again and bury myself deep within her, but our evening was finished. She was running as fast as she could. And her demons were not my problem. I had my own. I zipped her dress.
“You fought me.”
She turned, finally facing me, and I could see the plea in her eyes for me to let it go.
For a reason I couldn’t comprehend yet, I didn’t want Tisha to be uncomfortable.
I didn’t enjoy seeing what I saw in her eyes.
The tears there didn’t sit well with me.
I nodded, letting her walk out the door.
I stood there until I heard my room door close.