Chapter 12
Emilia
My brain is scrambled from every intense thing Haden has piled on me. In record time, he asserted himself into aspects of my life most people never discuss even with their husbands. My periods? Birth control? Sheesh.
I’m glad he’s done talking. At least I assume he is because he lowers his lips to mine. Kissing, I can get on board with. He’s an amazing kisser. Every time his lips are on mine, I start squirming.
The fact that he’s been holding me down this entire time has done nothing to quell my arousal. My pussy is pulsing, and my breasts feel extremely sensitive. Both need contact. I’m so needy that I would instantly break his no-masturbating rule if he were to leave me alone right now.
But he’s not going to. He brought me out here so no one would hear me screaming, which means he intends for me to do just that. I had hoped sex would be involved, but I’m not surprised he intends to make me wait. The men living in the house got to him. Damn them.
Marriage? That seems insane right now. So do babies. But if he puts his mouth on my pussy again like he did before dinner, I might be willing to agree to just about anything.
Nothing in the world has ever felt as good as Haden sucking my clit. I’d give up chocolate for him to do it again.
The man is persistent with his lips. I lose all train of thought when he sucks on my tongue. It has erotic implications that make me want to strip his clothes off and suck on far more than his tongue.
Suddenly, he releases my wrists, grabs my waist, and flips us over. I’m nearly dizzy from the change as he lands on his back and settles me so I’m the one straddling him.
“Take this dress off, baby. I want to see the lacy bra and panties without it.” His voice is husky, way different from the one he’s been using to lecture me.
Gladly. I plant my hands on either side of his head and lean forward. “Unzip me.”
He slides his hands up my back, finds the zipper, and lowers it slowly to my waist.
Watching his gaze, I pull it over my head and toss it behind me. I’m left in the hot-pink bra-and-panty set. Goosebumps rise on my skin as he takes me in. This is the first time he’s seen me like this.
Haden trails one finger along the edge of my bra between my breasts. “You have a lot of sexy lingerie sets like this, don’t you, baby?”
“Mmmhmm.” Fuck, his finger feels good. I want him to reach under the edge of the bra and touch my nipple. I even pull my shoulders back so I can arch toward him.
“I saw every color of lacy scraps on your floor yesterday,” he teases.
My face heats. He was paying attention as I tidied up. I figured.
“I love that you own so many sexy pieces of lingerie, jitterbug. I want to see you wearing them every day. But save them for me alone.” His finger dips between my breasts again. “No one else gets to see this dip between your tits, Emilia,” he orders.
I arch closer, stifling a groan. His words are barbaric, but he makes me so fucking hot when he’s demanding even when his orders are irrational.
He tucks his fingers under the delicate lace straps and slides his knuckles up to my shoulders. “Make sure these are covered, too. No shirts or dresses with spaghetti straps that leave part of your bra showing.”
Fuck. I’m going to come. If I rock and grind my clit against his stomach, I could easily get myself off. It’s so tempting.
I shake off the cobwebs. “Haden… You do realize most of the men who see me are related to me. They aren’t paying close attention to me.”
Haden grabs the back of my hair, fists it, and holds it tight while also managing to tip my head forward.
“Jitterbug, there will be men coming and going from this mansion every day. People working all over the property. Most of them will see you first when they check in at the office. I want their eyes on your face, not your tits.”
“Yes, Sir,” I somehow whisper. His bossy side is so fucking intense. Even though he sent me to my room to change out of the T-shirt dress, it never occurred to me that he would be this obsessed with my clothes.
It’s not like I own a bunch of risqué dresses or shirts. I’ve never had much interest in attracting men or trying to lure them with my boobs. I’ve been focused on my studies for the past four years. Every thought I had about sex revolved around the man currently gripping my hair in a tight fist.
I own lacy bras and panties because they make me feel pretty. If he wants to be the only one who gets a glimpse, I’m okay with that. I don’t like people ogling me anyway. I’d probably slap someone if they came to the office and flirted with me.
Apparently, I really am going to assume the job as Haden’s assistant. The thought of working that closely with him makes me tingle.
I think I know how to appease him. “Am I going to start work tomorrow?”
“Yes, baby.”
“How about if you pick out what you want me to wear. Then I won’t have to wonder if I’ve pleased you.” I’m kind of surprised I caved so easily on this, but I like the way he smiles.
“Excellent choice, jitterbug.” His attention shifts to my chest again. When he releases my hair, it falls all around my shoulders.
Haden expertly pops my bra clasp so that the lace falls down my arms, exposing my breasts to him for the first time.
He slowly tucks my hair behind my ears and brushes it over my shoulders. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out before cupping my boobs and thumbing my nipples.
I moan at the simple touch.
“Sit still, baby. Stop rocking your cunt against me. Don’t come without permission.”
I stiffen. He’s so perceptive. “Yes, Sir.”
His thumbs… My nipples are hard peaks, begging for more than he’s giving.
“So stiff,” he murmurs. “The rosy color makes my mouth water.”
I whimper.
He squeezes my breasts gently. “Do they get sore when you’re about to start your period?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. They are rather tender. Thanks for pointing it out.
He pinches my nipples. “What about these tight buds? Do they hurt, too, baby?”
I groan. “Yes, Sir.”
“If I have my way, this will be your last period for a long time. The next time your tits ache, it will be because you’re pregnant.”
My pussy clenches. How the fuck is all this talk of getting me pregnant so arousing?
He continues, “These sexy globes will swell soon. I’ll need to buy you new bras to support them. Padded bras that will contain your hard nipples so no one sees them poking against your shirts.”
“Haden…” I whine. Apparently, he really does intend to marry me and knock me up in the next few weeks.
“Your pussy is soaking the front of my shirt, baby.”
I flush at his words.
“Go ahead, naughty girl. Rock your clit against me. Get yourself off while I watch.”
Stunned, I blink several times.
He pinches my nipples hard enough to send a new wave of arousal to my pussy. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re horny, Emilia. Do as you're told. Masturbate against my abs, and then I’ll strip those wet panties off and make you come again with my mouth.”
What I want to do is scoot back several inches and rub myself off against the firm ridge of his cock, which is poking my butt.
Haden slides his hands to my hips and steadies me as if he read my mind. “Such a naughty girl. Hands on my shoulders. Rock forward. I want to watch your breasts sway. I’m not going to give you more until you come for me.”
This is so outside of my comfort zone. All of my experiences with a man have been with Haden in the past two days. I’ve obviously never masturbated while someone watched, but his tone… He has a way of making me bend to his will with nothing more than his hypnotizing voice.
Fuck it. I need to come so badly, I don’t care if he watches. Angling my pelvis forward, I grind my clit against his firm abs. Two… Three… Four times. That’s all it takes for me to explode.
Crying out, I tip my head back and ride the incredible feeling. I don’t care how wanton I must look with my hair swaying against his thighs, my breasts heavy in front of him, and my pussy dripping onto his shirt.
He did this to me.
I’m not sorry.
Before my pussy finishes pulsing, I’m on my back again. My hair fans out around me, tangling across my face and chest.
Haden quickly moves all the errant locks to the sides before moving down my body to pull my panties off. He’s fully clothed. I’m naked. I don’t dare ask him to join me. He’s not the sort to follow my instructions.
His gaze is so intense as he eases off the end of the bed. “Pull your knees up, Emilia. And let them fall open.”
Trembling with renewed need, I do as he commands, leaving me so extremely vulnerable.
His smile… Heavens… He’s so pleased. “Every inch of you is perfection. Your hair…”
“It’s too long. It’s out of control.” I don’t know why I say that. My mouth is running to keep me from floating off the bed. But it’s true. I’m in need of a cut. Several inches.
He shakes his head. “No cutting your hair, baby,” he orders. “Lift your arms above your head.”
My limbs are shaking, and I feel ten times more vulnerable after I obey him. My breasts are high. My pussy is so exposed. He’s taking in every inch, his gaze wandering up and down my frame.
He bends and reverently kisses my inner thigh. “I want pictures of you. Will you let me take some?”
I gasp. “Pictures?”
“Yes.” His lips graze my pussy barely enough for me to feel the contact. “I’ll never share them with a single soul, baby. I promise. I want them for myself. I want to be able to look back and remember how fucking precious you were before I took your virginity.”
I shudder.