Once. Twice. Three times.
I let out a frustrated groan as he sits there, calm and silent, his magnificent cock twitching, clear droplets running out of the tip.
“May I touch you pleeeease?” My fingers work my clit, trying to trick him into allowing me to cum.
“No, you may not, but I do appreciate your polite inquiry.” His voice is low. “Slow down. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”
“Please, let me cum. I’m so close, Daddy…”
“Stop touching yourself.”
I do as he demands, then clutch my hair in both fists, clamping my legs shut. “I'm going to die! Is that what you want? You want to kill me? Teasing me with your cock all the time. Orgasmic frustration can be deadly, you know.”
“Shhh, drama queen. Touch yourself. Slower this time.”
I open my legs, bringing my fingers back down as I release a needy moan.
“Chastity’s in heat.”
“I said please!”
“Don’t be petulant, little one,” he answers as the car enters a lower parking garage, slowing then it comes to a halt. He reaches over and unbuckles the seatbelt, squeezing my chin. “Sit up. You are my toy, not the other way around. Best you keep that in mind.”
He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it down my back and over my shoulders. “Push your arms through.”
His face is so close. So handsome in his own rugged, rough way. I can’t help it. I glide my lips along his bearded jaw and he doesn’t pull away. I do it again as he tugs the jacket over my tits.
I look out the window to see the same driver as the other night, standing just outside the car.
“Let’s go,” Jack commands leaving no room for questioning.
He taps on the window and the door opens. The driver stares at the ground when Jack helps me out of the car. I'm naked underneath this jacket. But the private elevator doors are only a couple steps from the limo.
“Where are we? I thought you were driving me home?”
“I did.”
I’m confused as we step into the elevator, which has a keypad, a fingerprint sensor and emergency buttons only. Jack punches in a number and the elevator lurches upward as he comes over and leans down to kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“I’m not sure I understand…”
“You’re home. This is going to be your new home. I won’t have you living in that apartment. The neighborhood is dangerous, and I looked up your landlord, he’s a dick. You’re not going back there unless you are under armed security and you are with me. It’s my job to keep you safe now, baby, and I take that responsibility more seriously than you can probably understand.”
“I can’t afford this.” I am fairly sure this is where he lives, but he’s not giving me much to work with and I don’t like charity. “Anyway, I’m always careful. I carry my mace and—”
He cuts me off, bending my head back to look up into his brilliant eyes. “The fact that you think you need to carry mace only makes me more sure you’re never going back there. And money isn’t a concern. That’s the end of the conversation.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I can be.”
The elevator dings and he presses his finger to the sensor on the panel. Almost instantly, the doors swoosh open, and I step into a new life, a life I still don’t completely understand.
Chapter 14
Jackson
My back is tense, my pulse frantic as we exit the elevator into the back entryway of my penthouse.
I hear her draw a sharp breath as she looks around. My preparations have been carried out perfectly. Alice hasn’t forgiven me for being an asshole the other day, but she is still the best at what she does and would never let me down.
Candles flicker on every flat surface, illuminating the wide-open living area and the thousands of vases full of every pink and green flower in Manhattan sit everywhere.
“This is…beautiful. Pink and green are my favorite colors too.”
“I know. I took note.”
Her voice shakes along with her fluttering hands, pushing out the end of the sleeves of my suit jacket, looking like a perfect little girl. I stifle the urge to lay her down right here and take her completely, but I need to wait.
I step behind her and reach for my jacket. She releases it as soon as I pull it away, offering no resistance, and in an instant she's naked, glowing perfection in the middle of the candlelit apartment.
Her eyes flutter as she looks up at me. “I can’t believe someone would do this for me.” She smiles, crinkling her nose. “Wait, this is for me... isn’t it?”
“Yes, good girl, it’s all for you and this is nothing.” I stroke her cheek. “I’m going to lay the world at your feet.”
She turns toward me, and I draw a deep breath pulling her close. Her breasts crush onto my shirtfront. Her hands trail up my body as she presses her soft little belly against my thick erection, making me growl. Stroking her bare arms, her neck, her back, I reach down to cup her ass and dig my nails in. I bare my teeth as I savor the delicious curves filling my palms.
She lifts her mouth for a kiss, and I relish the feel and taste of her.
I pull back, tugging her by my side, walking this stunning girl around the open kitchen first.
“Wow, again.”
“All for you.”
On the gleaming white granite counter there are bags of flower, sugar, cake pans, a new commercial copper KitchenAid mixer, measuring cups, spoons…everything I could think she might need to be twirling around this kitchen baking, I had delivered.
“This is crazy.” Her hands press to her cheeks as I keep the tour going, showing her around the guest bedrooms. My office. A comfortable little home theatre and then onto the terrace. She covers her breasts as the early evening air hits her body.
I shake my head.
“No one but
