Chapter 8
Christian
Perhaps I’d become thoroughly jaded when it came to women. Perhaps Vanessa had been correct that I was so arrogant and had been blinded by power enough that I couldn’t understand women and their needs. However, seeing her standing completely naked in front of me altered my thinking and my psyche.
She was fucking gorgeous. The moment she exposed the sweet curves I’d envisioned the entire time while eating lunch, my chest tightened.
Hell, my balls tightened as the desire turned into something maddening.
And very dark, possibly sadistic. I wanted to consume every inch of her and in truth, I would.
Even if she hadn’t agreed, I had my doubts that I could have stopped my actions.
She’d been far too tempting with her caustic mouth and an arrogance of her own. Her defenses had been strong, but I’d seen right through them to everything she craved.
She was made for pure sin and submission and I was just the man she needed.
My desires were equal, so intense I took a few seconds doing nothing more than enjoying the feast in front of my eyes.
I longed to be inside of her, to feel the wet heat that would keep my cock throbbing to the point of pain. Her scent was intoxicating, her yearning rivaling my own.
Growling in appreciation earned me a soft moan even as her eyes penetrated mine. She allowed her eyes to fall, but as they traveled up once again, they stopped on my protruding cock, which was pinched against my zipper.
The anguish was too much to bear. As I unbuckled my belt, she stood where she was, shifting her hips from side to side as she’d done before.
Every move allowed me to see the bad girl inside.
As I tugged the strap from every belt loop, she was watching me intently.
With the rise and fall of her chest, I sensed her excited anticipation of being spanked.
Like a naughty girl should be.
When the belt was free, I rolled my fingers across the grain before tossing it onto the bed. She followed my actions, her soft mewl exciting the hell out of me.
I stripped off my trousers along with my boxers, tossing them aside as she’d done. But certainly not with the show and tell I’d been delighted in watching.
I’d thought her buttoned up to the point she could never be playful.
I was dead wrong. There was something mesmerizing about seeing her standing in front of me.
I wouldn’t admit it, but since the day we’d met, I’d hungered to defile her in the worst ways.
That had caused the predatory need to breach the surface.
“Come here,” I ordered, keeping my voice low and commanding. My balls ached as much as my cock and I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking a few times as she watched.
Yet she wasn’t obeying.
“I said. Come. Here. Now.” I felt a need to discipline her, ready to turn her over my knee or better yet, force her onto all fours to accept what she deserved.
Her eyes never left mine as she approached, moving cautiously until she was only inches away.
I caught a whiff of her perfume, the light citrusy fragrance a perfect fit for her spunky personality.
The smell fueled the fire already burning deep in my system.
It had been years since I’d been this aroused.
Her slight smile was as if she could read my mind. The little vixen. My guess was that she could. She’d pointed out every foible and weakness as if reading a book.
Although I sensed I could lose all control with her, I wanted this to last. Taking a single step closer, I raised my hand, uncurling my fingers as she pursed her luscious lips.
I traced her bellybutton with a single finger before rubbing the flat of my hands up her tight stomach.
While she had curves in all the right places, her slender body was another jabbing reminder of just how young she was.
Maybe I should consider myself a dirty older man. Her sugar daddy. The thought had a salacious ring to it, even if the slight decent side of me reminded me once again what I was doing could be considered crossing a very fine line.
But I couldn’t help myself. There was no turning back now.
She stood tall, but seemed so vulnerable, her lush body quivering from my gaze alone.
I cupped both her breasts, flicking my thumbs across her already taut nipples. The soft moan she issued was sweet music. She had her head tilted back, keeping her vibrant green eyes fixed on mine. Her look indicated pure need, but it wasn’t nearly as great as mine.
As soon as I pinched her nipples, she closed her eyes until her long lashes were skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks. With her moan more ragged than before, the devil inside of me surfaced.
“You’re a very bad girl.”
“So you’ve told me.”
“Be careful, Wildcat. You’re exciting the beast.”
“Tease and excite. My expertise.”
Almost everything out of her mouth was defiant and I loved it. “Yes, but you need a reminder you’re not in control.” I pinched her nipples again and she threw her head back, exposing her long neck. The move was far too inviting.
I wrapped one arm around her back, forcing her into a deep arc.
She clung to my arms, her fingers digging in.
Everything about her was enticing including her shallow breathing.
With her long hair shifting back and forth, I had a sudden urge to fist my hand around it, using the thick strands as a leash.
That would come very soon.
The moment I lowered my head, swirling my tongue around her taut nipple, she wiggled, struggling in my hold. Her skin glistened from light perspiration, the warm glow keeping me fully aroused.
I wanted to spend hours doing nothing more than exploring, but that wasn’t the deal. One night only, which was the only way I played in the first place. Oddly enough, that already didn’t seem to be enough time.
Yet I would make do.
She would be sore and wanting more when she left. When I allowed her to leave. The thought brought a smile to my face.
Vanessa was still quivering, her arms covered by goosebumps, and the moment I flicked my tongue around her nipple for a second time, she issued the sweetest moan. Every sound she made kept me on fire, the longing intensifying until I had difficulty breathing.
“Tell me what you want. I need to hear it,” I growled before sucking on her tender bud.
“You.”
“You’re certain.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I bit down on her nipple and she dug her long nails into my arms. They were marked and I’d enjoy looking at them for a day or two.
A reminder that I wasn’t dead. Or as jaded as I believed myself to be.
It was funny that I’d told her I’d be faithful to a woman I wouldn’t know and couldn’t care less to learn about.
Maybe there was some hope for me after all.
I growled in the way I’d already noticed she responded to as my cock pulsed and I pulled her other nipple between my teeth.
Her hold remained, her rounded hips shifting back and forth as soon as I bit down.
She was perfect in every way, her luscious curves and full breasts exactly what I preferred.
It was rare to be able to enjoy a woman with lush curves.
And with a wicked attitude. She sparked more than just my desire. She’d awakened something even darker, along with an enjoyment of spending time with her.
Her soft mewls kept my body electrified. As I pulled her taut bud into my mouth, I sensed her reaching for my cock.
Her fingers wrapped around my cockhead and my resolve began to shatter. I couldn’t be gentle with her. There was no chance in hell I could keep that much control.
“Oh, yes.”
Why did her whimpers fuel every need? I rolled the pads of my fingers down her back, savoring the heat burnishing her skin.
She brushed her other hand up the length of my arm, tangling her fingers in my hair. Even her hold was possessive, our needs coming close to consuming us.
I brushed my fingers down her back to her buttocks, grinning the moment I cracked my hand against her skin.
“Ouch!” She snapped her head up, her eyes wide with shock as well as excitement.
“That’s exactly what you deserve.”
“Not a chance.” But her words were followed by an upturn of her lips, another mischievous smile in her eyes. My guess was she’d never allowed anyone to learn about her darkest secrets and deepest needs.
To remind her she would never take the lead, I tossed her over my extended arm, swatting her bottom several times.
“You’re terrible,” she squealed, wiggling to the point I almost couldn’t control her.
“Yes, I am.” I cracked my palm down two more times before bringing her back to a standing position. When I cupped both sides of her face, she darted her eyes back and forth.
I’d yet to kiss her, something else I’d wanted to do since she’d shot off her first insult.
The way Vanessa pressed her hands against my chest wasn’t to try to stop me.
She simply needed to touch me. As she kneaded my muscles, she reacted to the intense chemistry between us by licking her lips.
She was going to drive me wild. It was such a simplistic action, but one that allowed me to know exactly what she was thinking.
When I lowered my head until our lips were finally touching, she took a deep breath. There was such emotion in the sigh that I was caught off guard with how much I wanted her.
And how much I craved pleasing and training her submissive side.
Yet my hunger was increasing. I crushed my lips against hers, pulling her tightly against me. She trembled even as she rolled one arm over my shoulder, grabbing a handful of my hair. I kept the kiss gentle at first, enjoying the sweet taste of her.
I’d expected her lips to be soft, but they were exactly what I needed to create even more need. I swept my tongue inside and finally fisted her hair as I’d wanted to before. She darted her tongue across mine, but I was in full control, even pulling it into my mouth and sucking.