I couldn’t tell him those things, I couldn’t even utter them. The truth of the matter was, it would be nothing but lies.
So I just swallowed my tongue and avoided his gaze.
“In the car or in the Condo. Choose, now,” he whispered it into my ear and then kissed my lobe, his tongue flicking it at the very end.
“Condo,” I answered, letting out a long breath. “Condo.”
Fuck. I couldn’t resist him. There was nothing I could do to resist him, even if I wanted to. I hated this arrangement, hated that he was forced to be with me, that a man like him would be trapped, but there was nothing I could do about that. All I could do was enjoy exactly what I was experiencing.
He was so fucking strong, the way he pulled me up the stairs and to the elevators. But it didn’t wait that long. We were kissing before I knew it, his hands on my neck, in my hair, pulling ever so slightly; my body pressed hard up against him. We were in the room before I realized it, and he was staring at me.
Those wolf-like eyes on me. He wanted something from me.
“Take off your top,” he commanded. “I want to watch you undress.” He pushed me towards the center of the room and grinned at me. “Now, baby.”
“Is this what you want?” I asked as I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. I dropped it onto the floor and stepped towards him.
“Oh, no.” His eyes flashed. “It is not all that I wanted. Not at all.”
“Did you think it was really going to be so easy? That I would just forget about you walking out when I asked you to stay?” I could see the excitement in his eyes and I knew he was looking for an excuse for what came next.
“Yes, but it wasn’t an order,” I said, my voice full of snark. I was feeling awfully bold for a half naked woman with a hand at her throat. “I don’t have to do as you ask.”
He wasn’t going to choke me. Kiss me, yes, but not choke me.
I had to believe that.
“Oh, I think we both know that you do. If not as my woman, then as my employee, after all.” He was too lost in his lust to realize what he’d just said.
My breasts heaved as I looked him in the eyes. “Is this all this is to you, nothing more than just an exchange of services?” I questioned.
Fuck, he didn’t like that. He released his grip on me.
“Take off your skirt and panties.” Those dark eyes would tolerate no argument, so I did as I was told. “Good, now turn around and put your hands against the wall.”
It wasn’t a wall it was a window. A large, wall-like window. Anyone could see me from here. Hell, some of the neighbors didn’t even need to use binoculars.
It was like he wanted it that way.
“Everyone will know you belong to me, Joanna. Do you understand?” He said slowly. “You belong to me.”
No one owns me. No one. I wanted to say that, I wanted to be defiant. But I didn’t. I just stood there, my ass sticking out my hands against the wall, both of my legs spread.
It was so humiliating.
“I don’t like being talked back to, Joanna. I hate it. I’m in charge of an entire sector of the family, and I will brook no disrespect.” I could hear him tsk. “Now you’re going to get punished. And you're going to count them.”
“What?” I asked, but the moment I asked the question the hand connected with my ass. Fuck.
“Count.”
“One,” I said wincing. Except it didn’t hurt. It felt fucking good. Another “Two.” Another. “Three.” I kept counting until he got to ten.
And I was slick as fuck. Oh dammit. How the hell did it feel good? The heat radiating off of my ass, probably handprint shaped, and it felt absolutely delicious. I shifted and bent a little lower.
“Fuck, you are so wet you are glistening.” He reached towards me, his hands sliding between my thighs. It was slick; there was no doubt, and the way his fingers found my opening in seconds only made it worse.
I actually moaned and pressed my breasts up against the window.
“No matter how much you resist, you want me,” he whispered as he bent down towards my ear. “Admit it.”
“I want you,” it wasn’t hard to admit, the evidence was right there for him to see. To feel.
So I wasn’t surprised when he turned me over and pressed my back against the wall.
He undid each button of his oxford shirt with a single hand while he threaded his other through my hair, pulling on the threads at the base of my skull.
It felt so damn good to be manhandled. I slid my hands to his belt buckle and unlatched it, pulling it off before I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them as far down as I could reach.
“What are you doing, Jo?” he asked, his velvet cadence driving me just that much more insane.