Chapter 22
Christian
Challenging.
Infuriating.
Exciting.
There were a solid two dozen adjectives I could use regarding Vanessa. Every time I thought she was zigging one way, which was something I could control, she zagged another.
I had a feeling that’s why she was so successful in business.
She could adapt to anything like a chameleon.
I’d seen her at her most vulnerable. The obvious suffering she’d endured while sitting through the court proceedings had been gut-wrenching.
She’d held herself together, listening to everything and taking notes.
I suspected she would have interjected if the attorney had made a mistake.
Thankfully, he hadn’t.
I’d seen the heartache on her face after dropping Donovan off. While he was a few years older, it was obvious she’d been a mother figure for years.
The playful side so soon after dropping him off had indicated she’d needed a release. Of course the champagne and seafood had helped, the beautiful surroundings by the ocean allowing her a moment of peace.
And now?
Well, now she was pure vixen, both her body and mind meant for sin.
I was just the man she needed to make her forget about everything bothering her.
As I studied her face in the mirror, I was beginning to wonder whether she had placed a spell on me.
I’d never felt so entirely out of my element as I did when around her.
I’d also never experienced having my cock stay fully aroused for so long.
She watched me, her eyes open as wide as possible. There was a little debate going on in the big brain of hers as to whether she should allow this to happen.
A gentleman would double check.
Not this man.
I was finished with playing sexual games with her. It was time to take what I wanted. As I tugged the belt free, I enjoyed the way her chest rose and fell. In the dress she was wearing, I’d seen a perfect outline of her taut nipples every moment she’d been excited.
Which had been frequent.
She wanted this as much as I did if not more.
Plus, she needed the release.
Maybe we both did.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Always defiant. Always questioning my motives.
“Giving you what you deserve.” It was impossible to keep from scorching a heated look down her body with my eyes. She was beautiful no matter if she was flustered or angry, sad or pensive.
But my favorite look was her writhing under me in the throes of passion. When I had jerked the belt free, I’d expected her to jump or perhaps try to get away. She was shifting her hips back and forth, her lips pursed while she studied me in the mirror.
Goddamn, I was hot and horny.
I snapped the leather and still, she didn’t move other than for her lips to turn upward. I took a deep breath and slid my hand under her dress while I placed the belt on the counter. She didn’t fight me as I tugged on her thong, slowly lowering it past her rounded hips.
She did lift one leg then the other when I removed it completely. As I pulled the soft material to my face, inhaling her sweetness, she bit her lower lip in the most provocative way.
Even her scent was more powerful than before. I pocketed the lace, grinning when I did.
“You’ll get those back when you learn to be a good girl.”
“That will take a little while.”
“Yes, it will.” I jerked the dress up past her hips, grinning when I heard someone outside rattling the door.
There was no nervousness in her, just raw need. We had a strange and very powerful effect on each other. I pulled her back, forcing her to arch her back.
She inhaled and I noticed her grip on the edge of the counter was white knuckled. I also couldn’t help but notice her hot breath had created steam on the mirror. Or was it from the humidity?
Grabbing the belt, I folded it then rubbed the edge down her back. I nudged her legs further apart, almost laughing from the way my mouth was watering. I could certainly see myself getting off on providing lessons in discipline on a regular basis.
Maybe I was as sadistic as the last girl I’d dated had tossed out. What did I care?
She arched her back, pushing up from the counter a split second before I cracked the strap across her bottom.
The sound reverberated beautifully.
We both took a deep breath. While her body was already shaking, I had a sense it was from anticipation and adrenaline. I was already at the point of tremendous need. The lunch and her company had driven me crazy. There was no other word for it.
I cracked the belt twice more, taking a deep breath as the scent of her desire became even more pronounced. She shuddered visibly while licking her lips.
The movement caught my eye and I was momentarily transfixed. The look in her eyes remained daring, so much so I wasn’t in the mood to be careful or gentle.
With four more strikes from the belt, she finally threw her head back, allowing an exquisite view of her long neck.
A deep craving to mark her with my teeth rushed through me. The ultimate move in claiming a mate. In this case, the woman who refused to make my life easy. I rubbed the tips of three fingers under her dress, caressing her skin before fingering her spine.
She never took her eyes off me even as I brought the belt down four more times in rapid succession. In fact, she smiled as if she was enjoying the hell out of herself.
I yanked at her dress as it continued to fall, ready to rip it from her body. The whiff of her desire lingered in my nostrils, infusing my senses. I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her mound. She was so hot to the touch.
“You’re wet.”
Her only answer was her slight smile.
I drove two fingers into her tight channel, marveling in the way her muscles clamped around them.
If she only knew what she was doing to me, she’d likely use it against me. Her method of punishment. Continued blue balls. That would never happen as I wouldn’t allow it.
Another moment of Neanderthal thinking. Take everything I wanted without question and without excuse.
And certainly without remorse.
A motto I lived by, but not in the bedroom.
Until now.
I took a deep breath, holding the heated air in my lungs as I cracked the belt across her upper thighs. She moaned slightly, holding her head high. Her cheeks were flushed, her jaw slightly clenched, but both reactions simply made her even more beautiful.
Nearing the end of my patience, I finally exhaled while providing two additional brutal strikes. Tossing the belt aside brought a full smile to her face.
She smacked one hand against the glass and I’ll be damned if she didn’t wrap the other hand around her dress, yanking it up while she licked her lips again.
Such a little tease.
Another moment of trying to assert control. She should know better by now. I was having none of it.
With a stark laugh, I unfastened my trousers, yanking my cock free of my boxers. Right now wasn’t about anything but rough, hot, and crazed fulfillment.
When my cock was free, I gripped her hip with one hand, guiding the tip of my cock against her sweet pussy. No hesitation. No additional foreplay. I thrust the entire length inside.
Vanessa slammed her other hand against the glass, rattling it. She gasped, immediately biting it back while darting her eyes from one fastener to another.
“Oops.” The single syllable was said with no guilt.
I ground into her, fully seating myself, enjoying the way her pussy muscles were drawing me even deeper inside. I didn’t move, didn’t say a word. I simply savored the moment.
When she finally shifted against me, I slipped one hand under her dress, cupping and squeezing her breast while I dug the fingers of my other into the soft flesh of her hip.
Pulling out, I laughed softly, teasing her relentlessly.
She drove her hips backward, puckering her lips and blowing me a kiss.
The steam continued to build.
Another noise from outside.
A knock.
A hard pound.
Then a voice.
“Is everything okay in there?” Male. Dominant. Angry.
As if I cared.
“Just fine. I’ll be right out,” Vanessa told him as if nothing was happening in the tiny space.
“Oh. Okay. As long as everything is alright in there.”
She winked at me. “Absolutely.”
When it was obvious the unwanted visitor had left, she burst into a fit of giggles.
Within seconds, she had me laughing. I drove into her three more times before her laugh turned into a series of moans. She continued to slap the mirror, arching her back in a way that kept me enticed.
Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss her that was so strong I couldn’t help myself.
Spinning her around, I propped her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide.
The stunning smile on her face remained and I took a few precious seconds sliding my palm down her leg to her pointed toe. She took a deep breath, planting her hands on the counter.
I jerked her forward until her bottom was placed precariously on the edge. She threw her head back, laughing softly as I returned my cock to her heated wetness.
“Goddamn, you feel so good. So tight. I could drill your sweet pussy for hours.”
“In here?”
“In here, baby. We’ll have a line waiting outside.”
“Maybe we could give them a show.” Every time she wiggled, my cock throbbed, swelling more than normal.
“No. No one gets a taste of what’s mine.” I fisted her hair, yanking her forward until our lips were almost touching.
She threw one arm around me, tickling the back of my neck as our breathing matched in beats and heat. When I captured her mouth, she moaned into the kiss which I captured. The flavor was almost as sweet as her pussy.
I waited for a few seconds before moving, the silence between us only broken by the sound of our thudding hearts. When I finally thrust my tongue inside, her body tensed. This was far too evocative. Sensual as hell.
And sinful.
I pulled out, driving into her again, developing a rhythm that left no doubt as to how much I craved her body.
Just being able to dominate her tongue was a sheer delight.
She continued brushing her fingertips up and down my neck, tickling my senses.
At this rate, she’d turn me into a ravaging beast instead of a man.
Together we rocked, my actions becoming even more brutal. Her pussy continued to clench, the tightness creating a storm of sensations. All electric. All powerful.
I dominated her tongue for a few more seconds as her body continued to stiffen. When she pushed me away, she threw her head back, gasping for air. I could tell she was ready to climax. I refused to stop, driving into her sweet pussy like some crazed man.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her eyelids were half closed, her eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. She was so damn beautiful when she was flushed from heat and desire.
I could watch her for hours.
“Come for me.” My command was met with a sly smile, a single eye opening.
“Mmm…” She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. Another act of defiance.
I did love that about her.
With every hard thrust, the heat became even more explosive.
“Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh.” She tried her best to stifle a scream, her body bucking as she sucked in air. Her lower lip quivered as the orgasm rushed through her.
The moment was perfect.
But I wasn’t finished.
Even as she started to come down from the intense high, I shifted the angle, forcing her legs up and around my body above my waist. She was forced to lean back, now able to study me as she enjoyed doing.
The rocking was insane and amazing and she had the nerve to squeeze her muscles.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I issued an intense growl, struggling to keep some sense of control. But as with everything else around her, it wasn’t possible.
With my balls swelling, I leaned her back until her head was touching the mirror. With several additional thrusts, I couldn’t take it any longer, erupting deep inside.
There was more than just a sense of satisfaction. There was a strong, insane need to keep her as mine.
Six months. Fuck.
There weren’t enough days or weeks to satisfy me.
Seconds later, another knock brought smiles to both our faces. She jerked up, pressing her hand against the side of my face. Tiny beads of perspiration were trickling down her cheek. I brushed them away, bringing my fingers to my lips.
I helped her off the counter, steadying her as she swayed back and forth. Together we made ourselves more presentable and I found it interesting that she didn’t demand to have her thong returned.
She was quite the bad girl after all.
When we were ready, she opened the door, her head held high and was able to act as if nothing filthy and sinful had been going on.
And me?
I grinned in response to several wide eyes and slack mouths.
With Vanessa, everything was a daring adventure.
And I wanted more.