Chapter 3
Abeautiful woman trying to wriggle into or maybe out of a shirt fell into my arms.
The first thing I noticed was her warm, tanned skin and how impossibly soft it was under my hands. Then how her hair smelled of strawberries and orchids.
She had to be a hooker who’d just wandered into the wrong office building before it closed. Maybe it was my lucky night, and hers, with how much I was willing to pay to steal her from her date tonight.
Realizing she would be no threat, with my free arm, I reached up and placed the gun on top of the nearest bookcase.
The woman yanked her top off, wincing as she pulled out several strands of her golden blonde hair that had wrapped around a cheap imitation white pearl button. She took a step back then looked at me with wide, pale green eyes rimmed with gorgeous, thick lashes.
Instantly I pictured what she would look like on her knees watching me through those lashes as she worked those plump, pink lips over my shaft.
My cock lengthened.
Whatever the cost, I would pay it and then some.
“I’m so sorry. I just needed to get changed, and they locked the public bathrooms, and…” Her eyes went to the floor, the tops of her cheeks turning a pretty, dark pink shade. The blush traveled down her neck to the tops of her breasts until it disappeared under the pale pink lace of the bra she was wearing.
I barely registered her rambling excuse for trespassing in my office.
My mind was elsewhere, completely distracted.
Would her breasts taste as sweet as her hair smelled?
Was she a natural blonde? I knew a very entertaining way to find out.
Using her crumpled shirt to block my view of her breasts, she said breathlessly, “I’ll just get out of your office.”
I slammed my hand against the doorframe, blocking her way. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”
I leaned against the jamb, crowding her as I continued to look my fill.
She stepped back, and I followed.
Kicking the door closed, I caged her in, my hands flat on the wall on either side of her.
She averted her face. “I know I shouldn’t have been in here. I know it was wrong.”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.” I pulled at the crumpled shirt blocking my view of her body. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
After a brief tug-of-war, which she lost, I tossed the shirt away and let my eyes wander over her luscious curves. Taking in every tempting inch, from her full breasts which almost spilled out of her bra, to her flat stomach, to the gentle swell of her hips hidden under her skirt.
She shifted to the left but was stopped by my forearm. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave right now.”
I leaned down, letting my warm breath ruffle the soft stray curls against her cheek. “Bad girls don’t get to leave without punishment.”
The muscles along her slim throat contracted as she swallowed. “Punishment?”
I ran my fingertips along her collarbone, then down the center of her chest to her breast, her skin above her bra even softer than what I had already held in my hands. Pressing her lace-enclosed nipple against the center of my palm, I cupped her breast, testing the weight as my fingers pressed into her flesh.
Lush, real breasts on an escort. I really had captured myself a hidden gem.
She pressed her body back, her palms flat against the wall. “Please, just let me leave. We can pretend this never happened.”
Completely ignoring her plea, I whispered in her ear, “Maybe as punishment, I should bend you over that sink and show you what happens to bad little girls who go where they don’t belong.”
Her soft jade eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Please, I’m sorry. I…”
I slipped my hand up to cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb over her full bottom lip. “A girl like you should know there is only one way to beg for forgiveness, and it’s on your knees.”
My other hand slid down her body and under the cute little black skirt she was wearing.
Her small hand covered mine, trying to prevent me from raising the hem.
Once again there was a brief tug-of-war.
Once again, she lost.
My fingers splayed open over the warm skin of her leg, her thigh muscles tightening beneath my hand as she smashed her legs together.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That is no way to behave toward your next VIP client.” I admonished her, pressing my knee between her thighs, forcing her legs open.
The movement made her skirt rise even higher, reaching the tops of her legs as I slid my hand inside her panties. When I pushed just my middle finger between her pussy lips, her eyes slid shut, and she let out a breathy moan.
I smiled against the curve of her cheek. “Good girl. Keep giving me those sweet moans and I’ll double your price.”
I wasn’t ignorant, I knew prostitutes were paid to act like they enjoyed their client’s touch. Still, her wet arousal when there was clearly no bottle of lube within reach told me her reaction to my caress was genuine.
Her head rolled from side to side against the wall, her brow furrowed. “No. You don’t understand. You have to stop. We can’t do this.”
Her hand wrapped around my wrist in a futile attempt to dislodge mine.
There was no fucking way I was leaving without feeling her pussy clutch at my cock. “You must be new to this game. Trust me, babygirl. I can do whatever I want to this tempting body of yours and there is nothing and no one to stop me.”
I spread the slickness from her entrance around her clit.
She moaned again, rising on her toes in a half-hearted attempt to shift away from my hand. The reluctant, innocent act was almost convincing. She would be worth every penny.
My gaze zeroed in on her mouth, thoughts of all the filthy things I wanted to do to it crashing around my already fevered brain as I watched her sharp, white teeth sink into the fullness of her bottom lip.
I rarely took lovers, and this would be my first paid experience. That being said, I enjoyed the satisfaction of a job well done. I would be making her come on my fingers, at least once, before I bent her over the sink and fucked her hard and fast.
“Do you know who I am?” I rasped against the edge of her jaw.
She didn’t open her eyes, but nodded and bit her lip a little harder.
I was going to taste that lip soon. The dim light shone off the gilded edges of the mirror and reflected on her clear porcelain skin and her golden hair, giving her an ethereal glow. The woman looked like an angel, a sweet fallen angel, one I had every intention of corrupting even further.
She sold her body like a commodity.
I would buy it all.
I rubbed tighter circles around her clit, her thighs trembling as they brushed my wrist. My cock strained against my trousers, needing a release. When I did finally bend her over the sink counter, I was going to pound into her so hard and fast there was little doubt I’d bruise her sweet pussy.
So before the pain, I’d give her a taste of pleasure.
“Good. Then I’ll count on your discretion. Especially since you know the power I yield and what would happen to someone in your vulnerable line of work if you don’t meet my demands or betray me.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you threatening to fire me if I don’t give in to you?”
Leaning down, I nipped at her earlobe. “You’re not hired yet, sweetheart. Consider this an audition. If you take every inch of my cock nice and deep inside this cute little body of yours, then I’ll hire you.”
I gently pinched her clit. “I’ll expect you to be a wet and willing, obedient, submissive fuck toy ready to meet my every demand. No matter how painful or depraved.”
She shoved against my chest. “How dare you! You can’t talk to me like this. I don’t care if I borrowed your stupid bathroom!”
The effect was that of a little kitten batting at a lion with her paws.
My hand shifted from her jaw to wrap around her throat. The tips of my fingers pressed into her delicate flesh as I squeezed. At the same moment, I added a second finger and thrust deep into her pussy.
Her mouth opened on a whimper as she stilled.
A growl emanated from deep inside my chest. “You like that, babygirl? Like the idea of a firm hand wrapped around your throat? You’ll like the feel of my hand spanking this misbehaving ass of yours even more.”
Her breath hitched, and a tear escaped from the corner of her eye.
Damn, she was good. If she kept up this frightened ingenue act much longer, I would have no choice but to fuck her first and then see to her needs afterward, because my cock was already a hammer looking for a pretty little nail.
My finger slid along her pussy, teasing her further. “If you please me, I’ll lock you into a two-million-a-year exclusive contract. Plus bonuses any time you let me push your pain limits with a new, pleasurable kink.”
Her body stiffened under my touch.
Fuck yes. She was close to orgasm. It made sense that a lucrative contract would be enough to push a hooker over the edge.
Instead, she tried to shove me away again.
I squeezed her throat in warning as I pressed my hips into hers.
“If two million isn’t enough, we can negotiate after your audition,” I offered while pulling one of the straps of her bra down over her delicate shoulder, exposing her perfectly round, blush-pink nipple.
It was the same pale pink color as her lips—and hopefully her pussy lips as well.
My mouth watered.
Her eyes opened, their intense green filled with undisguised rage.
The emotion caught me so off guard that I didn’t see her hand move in time.
She slapped my face hard enough I actually stumbled away from the wall.
Giving her a chance to shift away from me and grab her shoes and blouse from the floor, thrusting them into her bag.
“I am not a whore. I am your new paralegal.”
Her words were short and clipped, squeezed through tight lips as she slung her bag over her shoulder while righting her bra then shoved past me toward my office door.
I stared after her, slack-jawed, wincing at the slam of the door behind her.
Fuck. What did I just do?