A Real Bad Boy(59)

"Why?"

"Because I wasn't in control of my life for so long. Growing up, as a  teen, I never had control. It was all about taking orders. Sometimes it  still is. But I've made my own fortune. Before this, my life it was all  about making sure that everyone else's needs were met. But now, I get to  determine what to do with you. I get to manage it. I get to manage  you."

"Not everything is always in your control," I prodded, gently.

"That's true, but you are. It is when I want it to be. Where I want it  to be. I can handle the rest. But you, can you listen to me, Kat? Do  exactly what I want when I want?" he asked, that flicker of cruelty in  his eyes.

The one that scared me and made want him even more.

"It's what I've been doing so far," I answered. From the first time he  laid his hands on me to now, I've been nothing but compliant. In my own  way.

"Not without a fight," he countered.

"That's who I am." Like I said, in my own way.

"And I like it, but I still want to control you. To own you," he growled. "To make you have my baby."

"That just isn't going to happen, Janson." I knew I was wrong, just as  the words slipped out of my mouth. In so many ways, he already did own  me. I was his to command. To control. I would give him whatever he  wanted. Even a baby.

And deep down, a part of me liked it.

"Will you make me obey?" I asked, teasing.

But the look in his eyes was completely serious.

"Is that what you want, baby?"

No. No, it wasn't. No.

"Yes." I betrayed myself. Hell, even I knew I was lying as I chanted no  in my head. I did want this. I'd wanted it for a very, very long time.

"Good. Then take off the rest of your clothing and dance for me." He  pushed me off gently and then turned on some music with a small remote  that filled his room.

It was bizarre and sexy, all at the same time, while I danced around,  taking off my stockings and garters one at a time, finally getting to my  bra.

I unclasped it and pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and staring  at him. He wasn't doing anything lewd, just watching me, fully clothed  in his tailored evening suit, looking me over. No emotion showed on his  face. We somehow ended up this way so often, and yet, it felt like it  was right.

Did he like it? Was I doing it right? I didn't know, until he pulled me  closer and said, "Good. Now take off your panties give me a lap dance.  Nice and slow."

I crawled on his lap and started gyrating, moving around it while he  held me with his hands. He wasn't shy about touching my body, moving his  hands up and down me. He wasn't shy about any of it.

Especially when he pulled me into him and gave me the most  heart-stopping passionate kiss I ever had. A kiss that turned into a  series of kisses and led to him picking me up and walking over to the  bed.

"Fall back and lay down." He said as he positioned me over it.

I was happy to oblige.

Before I could do anything else, he reached into his nightstand and  grabbed what I assumed was a condom and something else. Something metal.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Whatever the hell I want, Kat." He smiled at me, the asshole in him coming out. The one I wanted to have a hate fuck with.

The one that left me so frustrated.

"I'm going to tie you up and then do whatever I want with you. Well,  cuff you." He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to the metal of the  bed frame. "Just like the last time. But this time, this time I'm not  going to be gentle.

"I miss the way you taste."

He spread my legs and crawled between them, dipping down until he was  directly over my pussy, my legs shaking as I felt his hot breath against  me.

He was going to have his way with me.

Janson was going to consume me.                       
       
           



       

I moaned and tried to reach one hand to his head, grasping at his hair,  but I fell short. I was tied, and there was no way that I could get to  him. So, I buried them in the sheets and pillows that I could reach and  held on tight. It was an anchor to keep me from floating away.

I bucked into his tongue, my body rocking back and forth as I heightened  my own sensations. I was going to cum, I could feel it building with  each little lick he made, and I hoped, I prayed, that he would continue.

Instead, he grabbed my hips and slammed them down, hard, his fingers squeezing my flesh. "You move when I say you move."

His command sent a shudder through my entire body. It was mean, it was  harsh, but it was so damn sexy. What else did he have in store for me?

Another small bite on my thigh. It took all my control not to buck into  him again. I was so wet, and my pussy was throbbing. I wanted him so  badly. This dark, twisted man.

Instead, he crawled up my body and kissed me, his taste mingling with mine, making me want more of him, more of us.

"Lick it off my lips," he commanded, talking about my pussy juices.

I did.

And it was glorious.

"Good girl," he said as he reached down to the place in between my legs  and stuck his two fingers inside of my pounding pussy. The immediate  contact was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I held tight,  demanding of myself that I enjoy every touch, every little bit he  decided to give me.

"You are going to cum for me, over and over again, tonight. Do you  understand? I'm in charge of your body tonight, and when I want you to  cum, you cum."

No one ever said no to him. He was, after all, second in command.

"Cum for me, Kat."

My entire body melted as the wave of pleasure washed over me, my little pussy undulating around Janson's thick fingers.

Damn, he was so good at this.

Had a lot of practice. That thought nagged at me, but I pushed it away,  refusing to let anything dampen this experience. Somewhere in the back  of my mind, I always felt like I would be the innocent little girl and  he would be the experienced older man. It shouldn't have bothered me,  but a part of me was jealous.

I was not in charge of him, and years of adulthood had been good to  Janson. He looked every bit the man he was. It wasn't my place to  question it.

I loved this dark, broody, crazy, mercurial man and there was nothing I could to stop it.

But there was no way I was going to tell him. I wasn't ready for that yet.

"Uncuff me."

"Are you going to do exactly what I say?" he asked, that dangerous,  commanding voice reminding me to stay in the moment. "I'm not afraid to  smack your ass, and you know it."

"It depends," I said, the naughty defiance in me coming out. "What are you going to do to me if I defy you."

"Punish you." The way Janson said it sent tingles up my spine.

"Will I like it?"

"No." Somehow, I believed him when he said that. He was, after all, a  boss with so much authority, and it did ring out in his voice.

I gulped and nodded. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

He reached over and freed my wrists, so that I was no longer restrained  up against the bed. Then he climbed up me, his arms wrapping around my  body as he shifted the two of us again, now on his back with me  straddling him.

He pulled me down for that salty-sweet kiss, the one that combined his  taste with my own, and then gave me a strong smack on the ass. Shit, it  stung, but it felt good, too.

Janson was right, they went together.

"What do you want?" I asked, a smirk on my face as I took his hard cock  into my hand, feeling the girth of it as I slid my hand up and down his  shaft.

"You know exactly what I want, and you are going to give it to me," he  said, grinning as he pulled me down for another kiss. "Now."

So, I slid down onto him, his big cock entering me inch by inch. It  pushed at all of me, but it made me want more. I rocked on him,  experimentally, before his hands moved to my hips and steadied me.

"Maybe I won't. Maybe I will do the opposite."

His eyes went dark. "That wouldn't be a good idea, Kat, and you know it. Haven't you done enough courting danger?"

But he said he wanted me how I was. Independent and headstrong. He liked that about me. I wavered.

"Fuck me, baby girl." It was then that my will lost all control, and my  instincts took over. I wanted this man, wanted him for so long. Through  all the anger and irritation, I wanted him.

And I would take him.

I grabbed his hips and rode him the way I wanted to, my pussy tight  against his hard, throbbing cock. Damn, it hit me everywhere. In all the  right places.

"Fuck," I growled as I braced myself on his shoulders, working as  quickly as I could. Each movement, each lunge onto his cock, made me  want more. Harder. Faster.                       
       
           



       

Finally, I reached the precipice, ready to jump over that cliff and enter the world of pleasure.