Chapter 13
13
Ethan
I nod to myself, straighten, suck in a deep breath.
And thank fuck my dick is no longer hard enough to act as a third leg.
I stride out of my office, ignoring Maggie’s lingering stare.
Pia is standing where I instructed her, and I’m relieved to see her game face is on too. I shouldn’t admire the way she seems to know how far she can push before withdrawing, but I do.
As much as I hate the thought of her having been shipped off overseas by unfit parents, whatever she was taught in that private school clearly paid off.
She’s a beautiful, clever, poised girl… when she needs to be.
She’s also a pouty, tempting brat goddess who will jump on your cock with her virgin pussy and call you daddy the second you let her.
I swallow the knot building in my throat, walk past her and push the conference room door open, then hold it for her to enter.
I like that the Japanese choose courteous bows instead of shaking hands, especially Pia’s, and although a couple of male eyes swing to her, they only linger for a fraction of a second—barely enough time for a growl to stir to life in my chest.
It’s a great start to two hours of aggressive negotiations over investment percentages and profit forecasts, with an hour’s break for sushi delivered by a top chef I’ve used and enjoyed in the past.
Then another hour before we’ve reached agreement.
I’m buzzing from the cut and thrust of it all, and from mentally calculating—this five-year deal alone will make us mid-ten figures.
“My intern will grab final copies, then all we need is the last round of signatures for our various attorneys to review and sign off, and we can get this show on the road.” I smile and turn to my intern. “Pia?”
“Yes, Mr. Villiers.” She hits the print button on the laptop she’d been making amendments on as the meeting unfolded and jumps to her feet.
I keep my eye on the younger client who hasn’t quite gotten the memo that staring at my intern isn’t on the menu. I hold it until she leaves the room, then turn that stare into a warning glare.
He gets the message after a long second and drops his.
Satisfied, I sit back, talk shop, and wait for Pia’s return.
When she does, I immediately spot that something’s… off .
The color in her cheekbones is a shade pinker, and she’s moving a little differently. I know because I’ve watched the way she moves when I shouldn’t have, for long enough now that I’m an expert.
I watch her navigate the long oval conference table, and my breath stutters. Her eyes are darker, too.
Did something happen? Another intern hitting on her when they think no one’s around?
I’m fixing to stand, to charge out there and rip heads off when she reaches me. And stumbles, dropping the papers on the desk.
My hands automatically jerk out to catch her, until I see she’s dropped something onto my lap.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Villiers. How clumsy of me.”
I don’t look up. I can’t .
My entire attention is locked on the scrap of electric blue lace and satin lying across my crotch.
Something’s off, all right.
Her fucking panties .
Her fucking soaked panties.
My eyes jerk up, and she’s staring at me, that mischievous sparkle and a whole load of nervousness in her eyes. The blood leaves my head with the force of a broken dam, and I have no earthly idea how I finish the meeting.
Somehow the panties are bunched into my fisted left hand as I walk my clients to the elevator, painfully aware of Pia walking one step behind me.
Without underwear.
And I’m not sure which emotion takes supremacy—rage or arousal.
But the second the elevator doors shut, I’m hooking an arm around her waist, pinning her to the wall next to the closed door. Wedging her up between my splayed thighs, my hard-as-steel cock pressed against her soft belly.
“What the fuck, Pia.”
“What?” she gasps.
“Don’t give me that wide-eyed look. What the hell is the meaning of this?” I dangle the panties next to her face, and fuck me, I get the first whiff of her pussy.
“I… I thought you would like it. Don’t you like it, Ethan?” she whispers.
Shit . “I do,” I confess gutturally because sweet heaven, she’s worn me down.
“Then why are you angry with me?”
“Why…” I swallow a snarl. “Because you did this in a room full of men who could’ve smelled your delicious cunt. And I think you know by now what that will do to me, don’t you, Pia?” The very idea makes me see red.
She squirms against the wall. Against my cock, her breath hitching when I push deeper into her. “I think so.”
“Wrong. You know , Pia. Tell me what I’ll do if I thought another guy can smell you,” I invite lethally.
“You will… lose your mind?”
“And that’s just for starters,” I snap. “I’ll kill any man who gets to see, touch, or even smells what’s mine.”
She whimpers, but that sparkle burns brighter in her eyes.
Jesus . I’ve created a monster. A beautiful monster who’s going to drown me in that ocean of sexy defiance and innocence I want to swim in until I sink to the bottom.
I’ll die for sure, but I’ll die happily. But not before I make sure no one else gets to experience this unique sensation.
“Tell me you understand,” I insist as I slowly bunch the delicate panties in my fist once more, bring the sticky fabric to my nose, and inhale the most mouthwatering scent known to man. “Fuck. Tell me you’ll never do this again?” I beg.
“I will. If you give me what I want, Ethan. Please?”
And right there, against the wall and beneath her uncle’s name—the name mine will be replaced with if I do the very opposite of what I intend to do—I drop my head and whisper against Pia Hyde’s mouth.
“I’m the lucky bastard you’ve chosen to lick this pretty pink pussy. And because we both know I won’t stop there, also the man who will take this beautiful cherry. So I don’t have a choice, do I?”
She shakes her head. “ Je crois que non .” I don’t think so.
I want to snarl at her to speak English. But knowing she only speaks French at the height of her emotions, I bite my tongue and revel in it.
Her eyes drop to my mouth. And it takes every sinew in my body not to take her mouth, not to taste my sweet, naughty Pia for the first time.
But her first time isn’t going to be against a wall in my office.
For one thing, I’ll never get any work done ever again if that happens. And I’ve spent enough time these past couple of weeks staring into the air, dreaming of every which way I can fuck her.
For another, the deep knowledge in her eyes, the notion that she accepted and fully embraced the certainty that this will be happening while I’ve kicked and screamed my way into this, shames me. And I mean to make it up to her by doing this properly.
So I step back from the wall. “Go get your things. We’re going home.”
She lets out a distraught cry, glances around as if questioning why I’m not taking her juicy cherry right here. Where anyone can exit the elevator. Or the security company that patrols the building at night can walk in. “No. I can’t wait… I need… Ethan, please .”
I shove my fingers through my hair. “Come here.” My voice is a mess between a growl and a plea.
She stumbles towards me, her eyes already filling with tears.
“Poor baby. You’re suffering, aren’t you?”
She catches a sob and nods miserably. And bastard that I am, I thrill in it, knowing I’ll be the one to make it better.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I demand greedily.
“It hurts… everywhere. My skin feels hot. So hot ,” she moans.
My dick pulses harder, pre-cum drenching my head. “Give me twenty minutes, baby. Will you do that for me?”
She stares mournfully at me for several beats before she nods again.
I nudge my chin at her desk.
She walks unsteadily away, and I can’t help it—my gaze drops to her ass, knowing she’s not wearing panties makes my knees weak.
How the fuck am I going to drive us home? Maybe we should take a cab. No, fuck that. I can’t risk some idiot cab driver seeing how turned on she is, or smelling her. That shit belongs to me and only me.
Shoving her panties deeper into my pocket, I charge into my office, shut my shit down, and grab my briefcase.
We make it to the car in charged silence, mutually keeping our distance in the elevator. I grit my teeth when she slides into the passenger seat, and I smell her wetness.
I’m torn between relinquishing the prize in my pocket, asking her to put it back on, and getting us home as quickly as possible.
I choose the latter and reduce our journey time by a whole three minutes, thanking my lucky stars when I don’t get pulled over for speeding.
“Wait for me to get the door,” I rasp once I turn the ignition off.
She nods, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
I charge around the hood and yank her door open. She slides one leg out, then the other, but when she stands I feel her trembling.
She’s right on the fucking edge.
I hustle her into the underground garage elevator, hit the button for my floor, and scoop her into my arms. “Hang on, baby. One more minute, yeah?”
A whimper escapes her and she tucks her face into my neck. “What’s happening to me?” she whispers brokenly.
She’s caught in a fever of unhinged hormones and an edging she started herself but doesn’t know what to do with now it’s raging out of control.
The gift of being the one to bring her relief clouds my vision with awe for a moment. And while I know there’s a reckoning coming for the decision I’ve made tonight, I don’t give a flying fuck as I surge out the moment the doors part, sprinting to my front door.
I don’t stop until we’re in my bedroom and I’ve set her down, keeping her pinned to me. My hands cup her jaw, angling her gaze up to mine.
“Tell daddy how to make it better,” I croak. And yeah, she was absolutely right. The kinky label sends a thousand volts of electricity through my body and I never want to hear anything else from her lips.
Her blue eyes are as deep as the ocean. “I don’t know.”
“Will another spanking help?”
Her misery intensifies. “ Peut être. To start?”
“But you don’t think that’ll cut it this time, huh?” I half-tease. It definitely won’t cut it for me.
She shakes her head. “No. I need you… papa .”
That whispered word spells my doom.
I’m on her before she can blink. Or pout. Or change her mind.
I’m devouring her plump, sexy mouth, tasting the forbidden word before she can shout oui .
I don’t even give her a chance to wrap her arms around my neck. My whole body folds around hers. Because she’s fucking mine .
Holy fuck, it’s so so good to finally admit that.
Come what may—and I know there’s a monumental shit storm headed our way for what we do here tonight— Pia Is Mine .
Her eager nodding tells me I’ve said that last bit aloud.
Don’t care.
I wrap my tongue around hers, then nip the end of it with my teeth in a dirty play that has her whimpering some more.
God, the sounds she makes.
It’s like an erotic symphony made for my ears alone.
When the crescendo of kissing and arousal surges to dangerous levels, I raise my head.
She looks beautifully dazed and turned on, barely registering when I walk her back until her knees touch the end of my king-sized bed.
I drop more kisses on her reddened mouth as I lower her to sit. And step back. Shrug out of my jacket and yank off my tie.
I toss them away, not caring where they land because she’s following my every move with eager, lust filled eyes.
When was the last time I bothered to notice how a woman looked at me before we got down to sex? Not in recent memory.
But Pia’s eyes on me feels like a thousand kisses all at once, anointing my skin. And the more I bare, the more she pants for me.
Fuck, that look is like a drug and I know I’m fucking addicted. She mutters something unintelligible in French when my shirt comes off. I smirk. “Like what you see, petit bébé ?”
“ Beaucoup ,” she gushes.
The roar in my ears intensifies.
My shirt flies off, but I hesitate before reaching for my belt. I don’t want to take her like a damned animal the first time. And I promised to lick her sweet pussy.
I twirl my finger. “Turn around, Pia. Hands and knees on the bed.”
Her eyes grow wide, then they drop to the steel rod pushing against my fly.
“But—”
“No buts. Do you trust me to give you what you need?”
She swallows. Nods.
“Good girl. Then we do this my way, agreed?”
She nods again, then immediately reverses position.
I bite back a curse at the sight of her ass pushing against her pencil skirt. Her lush hips tapering to her tiny waist. The trust in her position as she waits, head low, body quivering.
I can’t help it. I raise a hand and smack her ass, watch the tight bounce.
“Oh!”
I smack the twin cheek as I reach for her zipper, slowly lowering it as I delivered more smacks, one cheek after another.
It’s not as hard as last time but it’s enough to draw a gasp with each hit. I have no doubt she’s getting wetter and I can’t wait to drink down all that goodness.
Her zipper slowly parts, ending where the top crack of her ass begins. Sliding my hands into the gap I slowly shimmy the skirt over her hips, down her thighs until it drops to her bent knees.
And then I get my first proper look at Pia’s pussy.
My jaw sags because, fuck me, she’s so beautiful, the smallest hint of her clit peeking through plump, shiny labia.
“Fuck. Look at you. All pink and lush and dripping for me.”
She makes that insane sound again.
I cup her whole pussy in one hand as I smack her with the other, and as anticipated, I feel her whole cunt clench at the hit.
My dick jumps and I can’t wait to experience it when I’m deep inside, fucking her raw while I smack her pretty little ass.
Fucking her raw…
Shit. Can I…is that possible?
My vision flares red again just at the thought.
“Are you on the Pill, Pia?”
I sense her surprise before she nods. “Yes.”
Oh God. My hungry thought chases after the delectable possibility. “I’m clean,” I confess. I haven’t fucked a woman without rubber since my reckless twenties. But I know in my bones that’s about to change.
I rub her in slow circles feeling her drench my fingers with every rotation. I smack her again and she cries out. I step closer and bow my whole body over hers, angling myself so I can see her face.
“Look at me, Pia,” I coax gently.
Slowly her face turns toward mine.
Her pupils are blown and she’s fully flushed, her mouth parted.
“Do you know what I’m hinting at when I say I’m clean?”
She doesn’t prevaricate. “Yes.”
My clever girl knows when to tease and when shit’s real.
“Good girl.” I rub her pussy some more until her vision begins to haze. “So will you let papa fuck you raw, baby? Stuff my cock nice and deep and fill up this pretty pussy?”
“ Oh mon dieu .” Barely another second passes before her head’s bobbing. “Yes. Yes. Oui. S’il te plait .”
“What a good clever girl you are,” I croon, leaning closer to kiss the edge of her mouth.
When she turns eagerly into me, offering her tongue, I deepen the kiss, playing my tongue with hers for a minute before I reluctantly withdraw.
“For being such a good girl, you deserve a reward.”