Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(88)

“There’s something I want to show you.”





Chapter 14

Kendall

My heart was booming in my ears as Jace led me from the dinner table to his bedroom. I needed the interview, but my body ached for him.

Every move I’d made since Becky’s Beauty Parlor had been turned into an erotic adventure, with my newly-bare pussy tingling whenever a piece of clothing brushed against it. Now, with my hand in Jace’s, I could feel that same energy where he touched me, humming beneath the surface and adding to my sexual torture.

It was almost like my body was in a heated debate with my mind, and it was winning. It must have been, because one foot kept on landing in front of the other. He led me to the one place that the man who took my virginity was even more likely to fuck me.

The heavily-muscled businessman drew me into his room and inexorably towards his bed, but stopped before I was close enough to give up the one-sided internal battle and throw myself upon it. Instead, he stopped and pulled me close.

I licked my lips, preparing for the kiss I knew was coming, but he proved me wrong again. With his hands on my shoulders, he turned me away from the bed so he was standing behind me, his body pressed against my back. In front of me, I could see the full length mirrors on the doors to his wardrobe.

They were only the latest in a long series of mirrors I’d stood in front of today, but they were the first ones in which I’d ever seen my reflection with Jace’s. The multi-millionaire stood head and shoulders above me. Broad and muscular, his body was visible all around mine, especially those thick tattooed arms with the sleeves rolled up, cocked out at each side because of his hands on my shoulders.

Even for a casual dinner at his own home he was dressed to impress, and now that he was standing so close I caught that scent of him again. I breathed it deep and slow through my nose, and it brought a series of images to the forefront of my mind.

While it was true that I didn’t have a long history with Jace Barlow, every time I had been with him was like a sharp spike in the otherwise dull curve of my life. He stood up for me when nobody else did, he lusted after me when nobody else had, and when I was with him I felt like I was alive. Hanging on to the outside of the space shuttle as it took off… but alive.

Perhaps the most striking thing about this reflection was how much I looked like I belonged with him. I wasn’t tall and busty like the women from the pictures in the gossip magazines, but I never saw him hold them close the way he was doing with me.

“Kendall Brookes from Woodville. Look at you now. The way that bitch spoke to you in the restaurant, that fuckwit of a boss of yours. They’ll never talk to you like that again, that’s why I did it. Something went wrong somewhere, screwed up the natural pecking order, I’m just making things right. A woman like you doesn’t have to take that kind of shit from them, from anybody. The next time you visit home, if they don’t worship you like a queen, I’ll bulldoze the entire town because when you’re mine, you’re royalty.”

Jace’s hands slid from my shoulders and down my bare arms, making me quiver with barely-restrained excitement. From my forearms they transferred to my hips, the tips of his fingers almost touching above my hyper-sensitive mound, and he pulled me more firmly against him so I could feel that intoxicating hardness against my back.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, squirming against him before I’d even thought about doing it. Those big hands of his curled around me even further, until one arm was across my waist and the other hand reached up to cup my breast.

He gave it a firm squeeze and my nipples quickly hardened against the inside of the silky dress. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and I turned my head instinctively in that direction, seeking his kiss.

His hand left my breast and moved up until he was gripping my neck, his thumb and forefinger cradling my jaw and guiding me to him. I felt his lips against mine and, shortly afterwards, our tongues gently danced to some silent music.

Jace’s lower hand moved down over my dress, across my smooth mound, and I moaned into the kiss before he had made it as far as my pussy. When he did, I had to break off the kiss to hold my breath, as he cupped my sex and then traced one finger along my slit.

It wasn’t fair how his mere touch could make me feel so good. Nobody should have that much power, and yet he did. A stampede of butterflies were running riot in my stomach and my abdominal muscles flexed, forcing my ass against him even more.

The enigmatic businessman held on tighter, and caressed my pussy through the top-end designer gown and underwear he had paid for. Through barely-open eyes I saw the scene reflected in the mirror and, not for the first time since I’d met Jace Barlow, I couldn’t believe it was me.