Chapter 6
Aspen
“Be careful what you ask for, Aspen,” Montgomery whispered in his husky, sultry voice.
“I wasn’t asking,” I managed.
“Oh, yes, you were.”
I was quivering to my toes, pushing my fists against him in some crazy effort to get away.
But I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to.
Power.
I’d been around powerful men before, the kind who used their wealth and influence to their advantage no matter the destruction they caused. The majority of them succumbed to greed and their own sense of self-worth. I’d learned that the hard way.
Montgomery Wolfe was entirely different. He lived and breathed his persona incapable of walking away from whatever he felt belonged to him. And at this moment, I’d become his possession. Robert’s warning about him hadn’t been strong enough. Now I knew why.
There was such a deep, intrinsic darkness about him that he both frightened me and took my breath away.
I’d never been drawn to someone like this before, but I knew that anything shared between us would be uncontrollable.
I held my breath, trying to shove aside the connection we shared. I couldn’t do it.
There was no denying the burn in my stomach from the raw desire coursing its way through my system. I’d never felt such electricity with any other man in my life. My mouth watered at the thought of having him kiss me. Touch me.
Fuck me.
I’d never reacted this way. Never. I was sick inside from trying to push the dancing vibrations away, but his savage actions only proved to allow me to succumb to my crazy longing.
I knew little about him, but what had occurred in his office had remained in the forefront of my mind the entire afternoon.
He’d spanked me like a bad little girl, humiliating me in front of his secretary. He’d treated me like a child and nothing more, all while he’d lorded his power over me. And I’d never been so aroused in my entire life.
I couldn’t stop trembling as he lowered his head, the heat coming off his rugged body searing every nerve ending.
He was so rough and tumble, refusing to take no for an answer.
A series of vibrant lights rushed across my field of vision as my pulse increased.
I could no longer breathe, had no understanding of what was happening between us.
I should hate him, reporting his wretched conduct to anyone who would listen. I could ruin his company, and that wouldn’t take much. But I couldn’t. No, a part of me didn’t want to. A huge portion of me wanted more.
“No,” I said with as much anger as possible. I had to fight. I couldn’t succumb to this brutal man.
But you hunger for him.
No. No! This was insane. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He laughed, his mouth twisting. “You have no choice.”
As he crushed his mouth over mine, I was pulled into a vacuum, the entire world around us ceasing to exist. He had some crazy kind of control over me, causing my body to betray me. I was forced to cling to him, wiggling hard in some crazy attempt to get away.
Yet our bodies molded together, the electric current increasing.
We were like live wires dancing in the middle of a thunderstorm.
As he dominated my tongue, his actions becoming more savage, I moaned into the kiss.
His scent was all masculine, the woodsy fragrance of his cologne filtering into my sense, creating another wave of tingles.
I was lightheaded, the hard hammering of my heart the only thing I could hear.
Except for his savage growls.
The kiss was the most passionate I’d ever experienced, the slight hint of wine only accentuating the moment.
He took his time exploring the dark recesses of my mouth, shifting his body back and forth across mine.
The feel of his throbbing cock pressing into my stomach was scintillating, pushing my heart into overdrive.
My blood was boiling, every inch of my skin on fire.
My nipples ached like they’d never done before and as they scraped against the bodice of my dress, my blood pressure increased.
I wanted him to lick and suck them, pinching and twisting until they ached from the fire raging through my body.
When Montgomery broke the kiss, he dragged his tongue around my mouth, taking his time. Then he nipped my bottom lip, his growls becoming more barbaric.
A laugh slipped up from his throat, the sound dark and dangerous. But it was the words he issued that sent a bottle rocket into every cell and muscle.
“I’m going to fuck you in every delicious hole, Aspen, not once but several times.
Your voluptuous mouth. Your sweet little pussy.
And your tight asshole. I’m going to explore every inch of you, taking what I desire, licking and tasting your wet heat.
I’m going to shove my cock deep inside your mouth, forcing you to accept every drop of my sweet cream.
Then I’ll start all over again. After that you’ll belong to me. ”
His filthy words echoed in my ears, matching the hard thumping of my heart. I wanted to tell him to stop, to get the hell away from me, but the words never formed on my lips.
After releasing his hold on my hair, he jerked one of my arms over my head then the other, pinning them both together with one massive hand.
He slipped his hand under my dress, caressing my bruised bottom.
I was thrown into a frenzy, my pussy aching and my panties soaked.
The moment of raw passion was explosive, just like the man himself.
As he slowly slipped his fingers around the thin elastic of my thong, I held my breath.
I could tell by the dark look in his eyes exactly what he was going to do.
The man was going to ravage me.
I realized I’d parted my legs, as if allowing him access.
What the hell was I doing? Shuddering, the moment I heard the slight snap of his wrist, I couldn’t hold back a husky moan.
Within seconds, my panties were ripped away and I watched as they floated toward the floor.
The moment was surreal, tingling every portion of my body.
He used the power of his arm muscles to hold me in place as he fingered my inner thigh.
I tossed my head back and forth, longing to close my eyes but needing to see everything he did.
All time seemed to stand still as he crawled a single finger closer to my slickened pussy.
My muscles were already clenching then releasing, almost pushing me into an orgasm with his gentle touch alone.
“Oh. Oh…” I couldn’t keep the exclamation from erupting, exposing my own desire. He knew what he was doing to me. He could tell that I couldn’t refuse what my body had already commanded. And I hated him for it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he dared to slide his finger closer and closer to my swollen folds.
All I could do was gaze into his eyes, searching for what made him tick. Maybe I was still searching for any sign of his soul. The second he teased my clit, swirling his finger around the tight nub twice, I bucked hard away from the wall.
That forced a smile to cross his face. “Are you going to be a good little girl for me?”
“Uh-huh.” My tiny statement was automatic, as if I wanted to please him.
“Do you know what will happen if you aren’t?”
“Yes.”
He tilted his head, taking a deep breath as he repeated the move. Then he pinched the tender tissue between his fingers. The pain was biting yet oh-so stimulating. “I think you need to learn all about respect. Don’t you?”
I wasn’t certain at first what he was getting at. Then I realized. I continued to shake as I struggled to find the courage to say what he was looking for.
But I did.
“Yes, sir.” This wasn’t the girl I was used to. I’d never been one to tolerate a dominating man on any level. Why was it so easy to do so with this man?
Almost like a beautiful reward for my obedience, he resumed flicking his finger back and forth across my clit.
Within seconds, I was shoved into a wonderful moment of nirvana, continuing to roll my hips.
I wanted him to drive his finger deep inside of me, finger fucking me until he brought me to an orgasm.
“That’s a good girl. Yes. You’re so wet. So hot.”
“Mmmm… Yes. Sir.”
Chuckling in a whispered voice, he brushed several fingers up and down the length of my pussy, enticing me even more. “When you obey me, you’re going to receive more pleasure than you can handle. But when you rebel against me, you will be punished.”
Why were the words now so exciting? All I could do was nod, my tongue tied once again.
He kept a sly smile on his face as he thrust several fingers inside, flexing them open then immediately plunging in and out in rapid succession.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God.” The sensations were more explosive than the electricity coursing back and forth between us.
My muscles clamped around the invasion immediately, pulling his fingers in even deeper.
I was completely intoxicated by the combination of scents.
His testosterone. His cologne. My pussy juice.
There was no doubt he sensed my body was surrendering, allowing him to take and use me in any way he desired.
His hold remained strong as he slowed his pace, rolling his thumb around and around my clit.
Then he drove his fingers in and out several times, every stroke more brutal than the one before.
Within seconds, I could tell I was close to climaxing, unable to hold back.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
Was that seriously a question? “Yes. Yes.”
He immediately pinched my clit again, twisting and pulling until I cried out from pain. “What did you say to me?”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” I was prepared to beg him to allow me to come. I knew I was bucking wildly, struggling with his strong hold, my mind nothing but one huge blur.
“Better. Yes, you may come.” He thrust harder and faster, tossing me into the kind of bliss I hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe ever.