‘What the hell were you thinking leaving the apartment and coming here?’ he asked, sitting upright. ‘I am so fucking pissed off at you for—‘
‘You’re pissed off? How dare you say that to me! You were the one who brought his old buddy home to lunch then restrained me through the whole ordeal! Were you out all night? Did you think I was just going to sit in the apartment and wait for you? I’d have gone out of my mind with worry!’
‘That what you wanted me to do! What do you think coming home to an empty apartment would’ve done for me? Huh?’
He bounded off the bed with her in his crosshairs, but she rushed to the window. Pulling the table in front of her to act as a barrier, the lamp on it wobbled side to side, walking on its base until she steadied it.
Dax stopped, wearing a frown. ‘What the fuck did you do that for?’
‘Don’t come over here,’ she said with intent. ‘I mean it, Dax Harrow, do not come any closer to me.’
Confusion overcame him again. ‘Did that jerkoff hurt you? That why you’re suddenly so worried for your safety?’
It hadn’t occurred to her that her actions looked like an attempt to shield herself from physical harm. ‘No! I’m concerned for my virtue.’
‘I’m not gonna fuck you while I’m this pissed.’
Though that wasn’t a statement she could put in the bank. ‘I can’t deal with this now, Trudi will be here soon, I have to think about what I’m going to say. I have to be together enough to deal with her. Why don’t you go to the casino? We can argue later.’
‘You know it’s not unusual for a hooker to show up with a pimp, did you think about that?’
‘There are dozens of women who work for this agency, they would never have enough men to—‘
‘Sometimes there’s a guy in the parking lot, or in the bar; sometimes they stand in the room or right outside, have you considered any of that?’
‘If Trudi shows up with a guy I’ll call the cops.’
‘Do you think that you’d be a high priority for the cops? It could take them an hour to get here, the pimp could do a lot of damage to you in that time.’
Dax didn’t want her to get hurt, but his aloof questions were targeted to rile her because she hadn’t considered any of those things and he knew it. ‘Ok,’ she conceded. ‘Maybe you can stay.’
‘Oh no,’ he said, shifting to sit on the end of the bed again. ‘You told me to leave.’ Sticking his feet in his boots, he tugged the laces to tighten them, but he didn’t tie them. ‘I’ll leave you to your righteous confrontation with your old friend who may or may not come with her personal bodyguard.’
‘You do that then,’ she said, edging out from behind the table. There was no way that Dax was going to let anyone hurt her, no matter how mad he was, he was calling her bluff, so she called his right back. ‘Mauri would be disappointed.’
This statement made him stop and peer closer. ‘Why’s that?’
‘You told me once that he always taught you not to bluff in life.’
‘Who’s bluffing?’
With slow strides, she sashayed across to his location. ‘So you’re going to let some big, mean man put his hands on me? Let him hit me and hurt me, take what he wants from me and soil your babygirl?’
When he inhaled through his nose, his lips all but disappeared because he compressed them so tight. ‘You’re still a fucking minx.’
‘If you want to leave then go,’ she said, opening her hands on his pecs. ‘But I know that you don’t want to leave me.’
She didn’t mind playing dirty in the times that it was required, but she was also very grateful for this man. She was grateful that he was hers and that he’d come to her and was now willing to protect her, which she knew that he would do with his life.
Unbuckling his belt, she glanced past him at the time on the clock then locked her eyes on his, keeping them in place while she pushed his jeans and underwear from his hips and sank to her knees. The point of the argument wasn’t to win, she never wanted to belittle him. So licking her lips, she opened her mouth wide and took him into her throat. She could be a bitch, but she would always be his bitch.
Lifting her tongue, she pressed it to the underside of his shaft as she moved her head back. Still watching him, she circled her tongue around his head then pushed it into her cheek, using her hand to squeeze it from the outside. Pulling back again, she sucked him deep and withdrew. Repeating the motion with her mouth, she used her fingers to squeeze his base then closed them one by one around his engorged dick. Forcing her mouth away from him, she worked him with her hand and smiled, letting the head of his cock bounce against her lips.
‘I love you, Master’ she murmured, exhaling a long breath to coat him with her heated breath while her hand kept on pumping. ‘You came all this way for me, dropped everything and came right here.’
‘Yeah, I’m about to come right here,’ he said. ‘So quit talking.’
Gripping her hair at the crown of her head, he pushed her mouth back onto his penis and began to work her just as he wanted her to move. The quick rhythmic motion of her mouth and hand sped up until she brought him to the brink, and when he shot his semen into her throat, he held her right there to swallow it down. Even after he was done, he didn’t let her move away, so when he spoke her mouth was still full – occupied by his cock.
‘You never get on a plane or leave the state I’m in without talking to me first,’ he said. She tried to nod, but he compelled her to stay still. ‘I’m gonna punish you later, after your friend is gone. But for now you better understand, I have to know where you are at all times. All times, Minx, no exceptions. I protect my property, and you are prime real estate that I plan to inhabit for a long time. Nothing takes you away from me, nothing, not even yourself.’
She still couldn’t speak, and he enjoyed her silence. She could tell that he did from the way his cock hardened in her mouth when her only response to his speech was to blink her innocent eyes at him. His hips surged forward, blocking her windpipe for a moment, then he let her go and bent to pull his jeans back up.
Giving him that pleasure and being owned by him had awakened her sexual need. Wriggling on the floor, she parted her legs to let her damp core meet the carpet. ‘I love being married,’ she grinned up at him.
He obviously hadn’t expected her to be so happy after what he’d said, but she couldn’t help it. Dax might be a jerk, but he was her jerk, and he knew how to push on every one of her buttons.
Chapter Seven
Waiting for Trudi was agonising for Ivy but Dax seemed to have all the patience in the world. He just flicked on the TV and sat beside her on the bed, watching some mind-numbing sports results and replays that just went round and round. Ivy was getting twitchier as the seconds passed.
‘Could you keep a hard-on for this long?’ she asked, glancing at his groin.
‘How long?’ he mumbled, still transfixed by the television.
‘An hour, do you think you could stay hard for a whole hour?’
‘Do I win a prize at the end or…?’
‘No, I’m saying that if you were a guy who had called up for some female company, would you be satisfied that it took this long for her to get here?’
‘You didn’t just call up looking for female company, you wanted a specific girl, and if she was already occupied, then you have to wait. Did they offer you other girls instead?’
‘I don’t know. I didn’t make the call, Saul did. He was on the phone for a few minutes though, so I guess they probably did.’
‘If it was an urgent situation then a guy wouldn’t care which girl came over.’
‘So when your cock is hard it doesn’t matter who rides it, is that what you’re saying?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Dax,’ she cried and snatched the remote control from his hand to switch off the TV.
‘What?’
Clambering to her knees, she tilted her head to glare. ‘Think about what you just said, then think about why your wife might be mad about it.’