Chapter 6 #3
As soon as the lift doors close, Gregory lunges at me, crashing his mouth onto mine, thrusting me back against the wall. My lips part, accepting his warm, wet tongue and welcoming his teeth against the plump flesh of my lips, already tender from the drive.
The lift pings and the doors open on Gregory’s floor.
He takes my hand, pulling me from the lift.
‘Not fast enough,’ he growls before hitching my skirt and lifting my thighs around his waist. He opens the door with one hand and carries me straight through the lounge and up the stairs as I nibble the heated flesh of his neck, drowning in his musk.
He plants me on my stiletto heels in his bedroom then holds my face and lets me see the hunger in his brown pools before he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and slowly draws back.
‘Strip.’
I blink, startled, but my hands respond, unbuttoning my suit jacket. Surprisingly, the jacket falls and I confidently cast it onto the chaise longue. I feel in control, like I’m reclaiming some of the power I’ve lost.
Slowly, tortuously, I undo the buttons of my blouse one by one, each time exposing a little more of my lingerie and all the while watching Gregory as his eyes follow my hands. I feel… sexy.
My blouse floats to the ground and I turn my back to him as I roll down the zip of the skirt and push it to the floor, bending forward like a temptress who’s actually done this before to lift my stocking-clad legs out of the skirt.
Hearing Gregory’s heavy breaths spurs me on.
I turn my head over my shoulder and part my lips.
‘Fucking hell.’ He inhales, his palm moving to rub the erection bulging in his trousers. I can’t believe how much I want him.
He steps towards me and runs his fingers up the backs of my thighs, then snaps my garter against my leg.
‘Ouch!’
‘That’s nothing, baby; I’m just getting started.’
He yanks me to him, pulling my back to his chest, and slides his hand down my abdomen then finally to my sex, cupping me over my thong.
I lean back into him, my hips rising to meet his hand.
He turns my chin to face him and I desperately want to kiss him but I’m not quite done being a seductress yet.
Turning, I unwind the tie from his neck, tossing it onto the chaise longue. He yanks my waist towards him and moves to kiss me but I shoot him a warning look.
‘That’s very daring.’ He chastises me but his words are low and husky. ‘Alpha Scarlett.’
‘You created her,’ I say, sliding his suit jacket down his tensed biceps and to the floor.
‘And I’ll be the one to tame her. That’s a seven-thousand-pound suit you just dropped on the floor.’
I smirk briefly then get back to my mission: to torture this magnificent man until he can understand just how furious he makes me.
I unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses down his firm chest with each inch exposed, then unhook his cufflinks and push the shirt down his arms to meet his suit jacket in a pool.
As I set to work on his belt and move my hand into his trousers to take hold of his solid erection, his head lazily drapes back.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, you drive me crazy.’
He kicks off his shoes when I pull his trousers and boxers to the ground then lifts each leg out and removes his socks at a rate of knots.
‘I’m going to show you exactly how much you make me lose my mind.’
I have no choice in the matter. He pulls me to him then lifts my thighs to his waist. My hands lock behind his neck as he unhooks my bra with one hand and I let it fall to the floor. His lips are quickly back on mine and he moves us to the bed, bringing me to sit on his lap.
‘Lean back,’ he orders.
I meet his demand, exposing myself to him, spine arching in response to his fingers trailing down my chest to the rim of my suspender belt.
He releases me then moves my thong to one side, thrusting two fingers into me roughly.
I groan and grip the duvet in clenched fists, my hips gyrating, begging for more.
He draws back and slides his wet fingers over my clit then rams three fingers into me, rotating his thumb over my swollen bud, his rhythm unforgiving.
He wants me to come fast. He wants to show me who’s boss.
My mind fights against him but my body builds towards an explosive orgasm.
My muscles tense with fury, urgency. This is coming; he’s making sure of it.
‘Gregory!’
‘Come for me, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me make things right.’
My breaths are erratic. My hips bucking as his fingers become increasingly determined.
‘Gregory! Yes! Yes!’ I explode around him on a scream.
His strokes slow, giving my body a chance to return to a state of comprehension.
‘Mm,’ I moan in sheer blissful loveliness, my eyes closing.
‘Oh no you don’t.’ He rises and pulls my thong down my legs then lifts me back up the bed, planting himself between my thighs, his forearms either side of my head. ‘You have no idea how much of a turn-on it is to see what I do to you.’
He circles his hips, pressing his hard, throbbing cock into my navel. I’m instantly back in wanton mode.
‘Lift your legs,’ he says, encouraging me with his palms beneath my thighs then guiding me to place a leg on each of his shoulders. Before I have a chance to adjust to the position, he thrusts his enormous length deep inside me, both of us gasping.
He holds himself still, closing his eyes, and as desperate as I am for him to take me, I let him have his moment. Then he moves with purpose, pulling out of me and crashing back in, the position of my legs letting him immerse his cock fully inside me on a delicious medley of pleasure and pain.
‘You feel so fucking good, Scarlett.’
The sound of his lust and his continuous crashing into me has me quickly building again. My hips rising to meet each drive forward, pushing him deeper.
‘Oh God!’ I pant.
‘Wait.’
I don’t know if I can. My head is blurring with my irregular breathing. My insides are pulsing around him. He drives forward with two more punishing blows.
‘I’m coming, Gregory.’
‘No,’ he barks.
He pulls out and flips my body so I’m on all fours and yanks my hips back until I tense with anticipation, waiting for him to give me what he promised.
He strikes the globe of my arse and the sting, the knowledge that I mess with his head the way he does mine, lifts me to the fringe of another earth-shattering orgasm.
He lands another blow then assaults me with his cock, unravelling my last modicum of self-control.
‘Now, Scarlett, give yourself up to me.’ Another blow. ‘Say it. I need to hear it.’
‘It’s yours. I’m yours, Gregory.’
He drives into me one more time and holds his position as we both erupt on a yell, our frustrations with each other, with the world, sated. For now.