Control Me(30)
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MAX
“What the hell? Wait a second, buddy. Saturday night is the night of our engagement party. You cannot miss that! The whole reason we’re having the stupid party is for people to think we’re in love and we are getting married, for real. Do you know how humiliating it’ll be if you don’t show up—”
“I’ll be back in time, Princess. I promise,” I reassured her; it didn’t take much to get Jada riled up.
“You’d better be. I mean it. So help me God, Max Brunetti, if you’re not there Saturday night standing beside me and wearing a bullshit smile as good as mine, I will hunt you down and beat the crap out of you with a…a…whip.”
“Oh, a whip, eh? Sounds kinky, babe; maybe I’ll purposely be late.” I reached over, tipping her face up to mine and holding onto her chin. “And another thing, I do not respond well to threats, Jada,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
“It’s not a threat, Max; it’s a promise.” She was determined to piss me off. Her chest was heaving; God, she could get me hard quick when she was like this. Where the hell had that shy girl gone from a few moments ago when my face was buried in her pussy? No woman ever spoke to me like this. It was time my beautiful Princess was taught a lesson.
I moved in closer to her. I could feel her body go rigid, and her skin formed gooseflesh as I whispered in her ear, “Don’t fuck with me, Jada. I don’t play fair, babe. You can call me a bastard, but it’s all part of my charm.” I angled my head until my nose brushed her ear. Goddamn, the woman’s scent alone was a shot of adrenaline straight to my groin. I could still smell her juices on my fingers and taste them on my lips. “Close your eyes, Princess.”
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t think, Jada. Just do it.”
She muttered unintelligibly, but she complied.
Now that was more like it; a submissive Jada was way more my style. I dragged my fingers to the top of her thigh and brushed my mouth across her vanilla-scented skin below her ear.
She arched into me slightly. I pulled her into me, nestling my healthy-sized erection that was desperate for release against her.
“And for the record, the only thing you’re going to ‘promise’ me, sweet Jada, is to keep that pussy of yours slick and wet for me for when I return.” I caressed her cheek and slid my fingers down along her jaw, gliding it over her collarbone until I hovered over her taut nipples, straining against her thin, black tank. She was getting hot and bothered; I loved that I could get her off so quick and have her aroused again within minutes.
I had to leave and get on that jet, so I had to stop the sexual innuendoes; otherwise, it would be an extremely uncomfortable flight to Melbourne.
“I’m investing a shitload of money in this winery, and I expect to be compensated in full, Princess.”
“You ass!” she screamed and shoved at me, trying to break free of my strong hold. “You go have an awesome fucking time in Melbourne and remember to keep your cock zipped firmly in your pants, because I’m not letting that dick of yours come anywhere near me if I hear otherwise! If you pull a no-show Saturday night, I’ll track you down and skin you alive, starting with that prized-possession dick of yours. And please note this is NOT a threat; it’s a promise.” She retreated upstairs, and I heard a door slam.
It wasn’t exactly how I wanted to end our conversation at all. I was trying to abate my own arousal, but it had backfired. Her spitfire attitude was a fucking turn on. I considered breaking down the damn door and dropping my pants to prove that my ‘prized possession’ needed some of her undivided attention. For all I knew, she probably had whips and chains stashed somewhere in the bedroom; that woman was full of surprises.
Fuck that, no way was I backing down now. However, pushing her tonight was not a good idea. Maybe being away for a few days in Melbourne would give her some breathing space.
But if she thought she won that round, then she was wrong. This was far from over.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JADA
“Oh, no, here she comes,” warned Mia.
It was Friday afternoon, and Mia and I were sitting at the local Rolling Pin Café sipping our lattes when the town busybody Mrs. Wooldridge stopped by our table to talk to us. I rolled my eyes at Mia and she made a face at me.
“Why, hello there, ladies,” she shrieked in her high-pitched voice. God, I just wanted to cover my ears. Mrs. Wooldridge was a nice lady, but she was draining; I sure didn’t miss her when I was living away. “If it isn’t the two most beautiful ladies in the town. So, Jada, I hear you are engaged to Mia’s brother, Max. Do tell me what your man is like?”