Chapter 9 #2
“Relax, Wildcat. You’re not going anywhere.” His laugh was deep, the tone almost evil. He took the time to roll his fingers down my spine as he’d done before, only this time he continued the trail, sliding down the crack of my ass. Without hesitation, he drove his thumb into my asshole.
“Oh, shit. Oh, my God.” I tried to keep from screaming, fearful yet curious if any of his crew would come to the rescue.
As if I needed rescuing from this man. Or maybe I did.
Maybe he was just as ruthless as I’d already determined, asserting his authority to try to use it against me in business.
If that was the case, I adored the ruthless game.
Full surrender wasn’t an option.
I cinched my eyes shut as he pressed the tip of his cock against my dark hole. He took a deep breath and slid an inch inside. Almost instantly, he gripped my hip with one hand, slowly crawling the fingers of his other hand to my breast.
Both were swollen and aching, my nipples so tight they were painful. He flicked his finger back and forth across one hardened bud as he slipped another inch into my bottom. The pain was there, total discomfort. He was so huge and I had no idea how he could fit into the tiny channel.
My muscles strained, my nerve endings on fire. I gasped for air, even slamming my hand against the window.
He laughed, lowering his head and nuzzling against my neck. “Relax, Vanessa. I won’t hurt you.”
He said that while my bottom was still on fire from the spanking; was he kidding me?
I licked my lips, realizing my mouth was completely dry.
When he drove another inch inside, the pain began to subside and I was left with a series of tingles and vibrations.
He bit my earlobe before driving the tip of his tongue into the shell.
His breath scalded my skin and the crush of the weight of him added to the insane moment.
The moment he thrust the remainder inside, we both exclaimed, both breathing hard.
Christian didn’t move for a few seconds, perhaps allowing me to get used to the feel, the throbbing and the thickness. But when he pulled out, thrusting into me again, I fell into a slight stupor. This was exciting and dangerous, thrilling and provocative.
I moved with him, rising onto my toes and pushing against the glass. The brutal sounds exacerbated the moment, making them sound like beautiful music. With his scent infusing my senses, I was completely lost and didn’t care.
His stamina and control were amazing. His command of me was something entirely different. He was playing my body like a musical instrument, his promise of learning my body and discovering what I needed fulfilled.
I sensed when he was ready to come, his muscles tensing while his breaths grew labored. With my muscles squeezed tight, I rocked with him.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, jerking me to him as his body spasmed. “Fucking perfect.” As he erupted deep inside, a smile slipped across my face.
Yes, this was perfect.
Too perfect.
And it could never happen again.
“Mmm…” Pulled from a deep sleep, I rolled over, opening my eyes and closing them again immediately.
The bed felt entirely too comfortable. The light breeze tickled my nose and a fresh scent of saltwater hit my senses.
I had a warm and fuzzy feeling wrapped around me like a soft blanket, and was more relaxed than I’d been in a very long time.
I stretched my arms over my head. The feel of the silky sheets sliding down my breasts brought a smile to my face. I finally lifted my heavy eyelids, both wincing and smiling from the bright sun peeking in from the crystal-clear glass window.
Yawning, I tried to figure out where the scent was coming from. I didn’t have an ocean breeze air freshener anywhere in my home.
Then it hit me.
Jolts of electricity swept through every aching muscle.
My pussy began to throb.
The heat in my bottom increased every time I moved.
Christian.
The man with a body built for sin.
I jerked up, yanking and hugging the covers against my chest, blinking furiously to try to focus. The stateroom. Oh, my God. I’d spent the night on his yacht.
No. No. My behavior went against everything I stood for. I’d had one rule when opening the company. Never get involved with a client under any circumstances. I’d had a couple of very sexy and powerful men ask me to share a drink with them and I’d refused without remorse.
Why this time?
Why this man?
What was wrong with me?
I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. How could I stand to look myself in the mirror?
“Okay. This isn’t that bad. It was one night. No strings. No reason to panic.” My words were stuttered.
As if the personal pep talk was going to do any good.
Moaning, I slowly turned my head to the other side of the bed.
It was empty, the covers pulled back. A strike of disappointment rushed through me.
When I placed my hand on the pillow, the soft pillowcase was cool to the touch.
He’d been gone for a little while. The sheets shifted against my bottom and I was reminded of the spanking.
The ache remained, but the throbbing in my pussy was more intense.
I bit my lip as I allowed myself to remember the sizzling rounds of passion. As in plural. We’d gone to the hot tub and somehow, he’d convinced me I hadn’t needed a swimsuit.
A little more wine, more heated touches and we’d collapsed in bed. He’d awakened me in the middle of the night with rough kisses and even more heated touches.
He’d kept me excited, his stamina incredible. I was sore all over, his scent covering every inch of my body. Even my skin was still hot to the touch. As I pressed my fingers against my mouth, I shifted back and forth on purpose. What an amazing night.
Exactly as I’d wanted.
Was it so wrong to want to share something completely intimate with a total stranger?
Ugh. Guilt hit me hard and fast. What in the hell had I done? He was my client. Well, not yet, but after our discussion at lunch, I’d been leaning in that direction.
Now? I wasn’t so certain.
I rolled onto my stomach, dragging the pillow he’d used under me. His scent was everywhere, the aftershave carrying bits of exotic spice, citrus, a dark wood, and something earthy. It suited him and I had a feeling his fancy suits were nothing more than a costume.
We all wore them from time to time.
He was magnificent at doing so, callous in his actions while I’d sensed a fever furrowing inside. Everything we’d discussed was a blur.
Groaning, I pounded my fist on the pillow.
Where was he? Maybe regret had followed him into the morning as well. I threw back the covers, planting my feet on the floor. The moment I stood, I noticed he’d picked up my clothes off the floor, folding and placing them on a chair. And on the table next to the pile was a note.
I had to remind myself what we’d shared was a filthy moment of pure sin, nothing more.
Yet I sensed a strange ache inside for the first time. At least that meant I felt something. Still, now, I needed to remain professional.
Hesitant, I moved toward the folded piece of paper, groaning before I snagged it.
Wildcat,
I enjoyed our evening.
I apologize for leaving early. You looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you. You’ll find breakfast in the galley and Mike, a member of my crew, will be happy to take you back to your vehicle. You have my number. I expect a call on Monday so we can finalize details.
Christian
I glanced out the window, noticing several other boats.
During the night, the captain had brought us back to shore.
After glancing at Christian’s words again, I was annoyed.
The expectation of a phone call felt as if he’d used me.
My God. How could I have been so stupid?
Had everything out of his mouth been a ploy?
Was he that desperate to obtain a wife that he’d gone to such drastic lengths to prove his worth?
Or had he simply wanted to dominate me?
Hissing, I grabbed my clothes.
Fuck the man.
I refused to play his disgusting game.