“Mi sent you a message.”
I looked around, trying to remember where I had left my phone. “What did she say?”
“You left it on the island. She said hi, asked about the girls, and to check your email.”
“What’s in the email?”
“Nick, he doesn’t want you to hear this one, only me, and then I’m supposed to tell you from my side of things.”
“No, I don’t like that. We said we were doing this together. We’re watching it together.”
“I told him you would say that, he said to tell you that you’re going to get your turn, and you’re going to be happy you get to tell me your way.”
“No, Paxton. You won’t do that. You’ll tell me what you want me to hear, and then you’ll insist on watching it with me, or later.”
“You can’t watch it later. That’s why we have to log into this secret world of Nicks. I won’t, Gabriella. I swear.”
I closed my legs and dropped them over his, not liking it. I didn’t like it at all. “But why can’t I hear it with you? I mean I said it, that is me there telling Lane all my deep dark secrets. Not you.”
“I don’t know, but you’re the one who wanted to do this. Let’s just keep going. Go on up to bed. I’ll be up soon.”
“Are you going to watch it now?”
“Yes.”
“But now I want to have sex. Let’s do it first.”
Paxton stood with me, backed me against his desk, and pressed his hips into me. My legs wrapped around him all on their own, and the moan in his mouth was unforeseen. We made out with his hands touching me everywhere but where I needed, until he pulled away. He slid me back a little and opened my legs, placing my feet on each side, and pressing out on my knees.
“Sit there and behave for a minute. I’ve got to finish this up real quick.”
My endorphin injection suddenly ejected. The pitter patter I’d felt in my heart and the throb between my legs halted. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Isn’t that what you wanted? You wanted me to pay attention to your pussy? Right?”
“Well, I mean,” I started, ready to differentiate his version of that from mine.
Paxton stopped me from standing by coming to his feet again. “Don’t move, Gabriella. Stay right there, just like this. Got it, baby girl?” He questioned with words dripping sex appeal to my lips.
My heart picked up where it had left off while adrenaline rushed my veins, raging through my entire body. His teeth tugged lightly on my bottom lip, and then shoved into my mouth. The sudden jerk from a fistful of hair and his lips to my throat left me spinning in circles, wanting more. More that I didn’t get.
I whimpered, letting my legs fall open even more when Paxton sat back in his chair and ran a finger from my opening, to my throbbing little button, growing by the second. An instant wetness saturated me, and my body begged for more.
The smirk when he moved away from me was all too familiar. Only this time it sent a different kind of surge through me, excitement that I had never known before, or remembered anyway. Ten minutes I stayed right in front of him while he worked with a blueprint inches away from me. Our eyes locked here and there, his eyes dropped to my exposed sex, and twice he dipped a finger. I was going berserk.
“There, I like it,” he decided with a nod to his design as he came to his feet. One quick kiss and he pulled me to my feet. “Go upstairs, and get out of this shirt. I think I’ll take over the boss role. Okay?”
I nodded like a love sick school girl, unable to mutter a single word.
“That’s my girl,” he said with one crack to my ass.
That just intensified everything else going on in my body. I was ready to explode and he hadn’t even touched me yet. This was actually kind of perfect. We could have sex, he could go back downstairs and watch the stupid video, and I could sleep. Having the whole night to sleep on it made more sense anyway.
I tossed the shirt to the settee at the end of the bed and turned to the door closing. “No way. You’re joking,” I said as soon as I saw him. Those days were over. I wasn’t about to let him put that contraption on me.
“Lay down, Gabriella.”
“No, I thought we were going to have sex.”
“Oh, we are, but not yet. I have things to do first. Lay down.”
I stood naked in front of him, hands on hips while he strolled toward me. His lips met mine and just like the stupid little fish that I was, I sank my teeth right into the hook. Fuck. Paxton kissed me hard with fingers dancing between my legs, two of them tapping on my aching nub.
“Lay down,” he whispered again.
Of course I did. I laid right down and opened my legs at his direction. One leg went to the bed between my legs while two fingers dipped deep inside me. Paxton came to my lips one more time with his, and then held mine closed with one finger. The finger still drenched from my juices. “Some things are meant to be tasted, some are meant to be savored. Suck it off,” he ordered in a whisper.
I sucked his finger, tasting myself, while the scent touched my nose. Paxton slid his finger in and out of my mouth a couple times before moving back to my crazy, crazy, sex. I’d never make it with a chastity belt. I’d go nuts.
The time it took for him to slide the device between my ass cheeks and cover me with the jail like device was longer than needed. His satisfaction was my torture. This would have definitely been one of those times I would have taken care of it myself.
“What if you’re mad at me when you come back? What if you hear something that makes you mean?”
“I’m not going to be mean. I will however take it out on you, and your drenched pussy, but don’t worry, my little Gabriella. I’ll let you come.”
I heard the click from the lock, and Paxton left me with that. That and a kiss, right after he almost called me his little slut. The sad thing was I didn’t care. He could call me anything he wanted, that’s how far down the rabbit hole I was. I couldn’t even think straight, and now I had to worry about what he was about to hear. Anxious energy enveloped my entire body while excitement swelled below the trap, keeping me from touching myself. Stupid, stupid, little fish.
Twelve
I laid there alone with a million and one thoughts, waiting for Paxton to come back, spank me, and do unthinkable things to me. Things that made my spine curl at his mercy. Twenty-six minutes to be exact. I knew the precise time because I stared at the stupid blue numbers, changing ever so slowly. One minute I anticipated what I knew would end in multiple orgasms, and the next, I worried about what Paxton had heard. Was it something that pissed him off, or me? For whatever reason, that’s the way I thought about it in my mind. One of us was going to have angry sex, and the other would do any and everything the other one said. Either way, it meant wild, wet sex. The kind where the claws and sharp teeth came out.
That’s not what I got at all. Paxton was quiet when he came in, a somber look that he couldn’t hide. I was the one to finally speak. He just strolled over to me, turned the dial, and freed me from the locked contraption.
“What, Paxton?” I quietly asked.
Still nothing. He stared at me with unsure eyes, and removed his shirt, and then jeans. No words. He stroked himself a couple times, and kicked my knee out with his, sliding into me half-mast. His hands moved mine above where he locked them with one hand. Our lips met and we kissed the longest, sweetest, kiss I’d ever received from him. Best kiss award for my new Lifetime movie. I felt him grow inside me with every thrust, changing the tempo between my legs. Paxton shoving into me like he did changed the game. I tried to be in the moment with him. Something in his eyes, the way he looked at me, and the way he made love to me, told me that’s where I needed to be.
One last attempt to pull words from him failed. “Paxton, tell me.”
No words, he jolted his waist even harder. That one caused me to close my eyes, and forced a whimper. Paxton was very attentive to me, kissing me passionately, and exploring my body with his fingers. My ass, my nipples, and my back.
I did get a little smile when I threatened not to come if he didn’t talk to me. He let go of my hands and held my ass with both his. That was plenty enough leverage to send me toppling over. Three strokes. That’s how pathetic I was. I swear it started in my toes, euphoric sensations, moving slowly up my legs. My body twisted into some weird C shape, my back arching while my red nails slid down his chest. Holy earth shattering orgasm.