"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.