“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.
There I was, dressed in diamonds and fine clothes, with, as far as I was concerned, the hottest man in the world, and he had his hand between my legs. Jace stood to his full height again and pulled away from my pussy. I couldn’t stop a whimper of disappointment from escaping, but I was soon swept away with optimism as he slipped the straps off my shoulders.
The exquisite dress slid off me like black water and pooled at my feet, leaving me with nothing but a matching G-string, two diamond and platinum earrings, and a comparatively modest white gold and diamond necklace that I had chosen myself.
Jace stalked around until he was standing right in front of me, his eyes drinking in every square inch of my body. My heart was pounding with excitement, and no small amount of fear, remembering those extremes of physical sensation he’d made me feel at Luc Monette’s.
“You were born to be fucked hard,” he said, tracing a finger on my smooth mound through my panties.
He moved slowly upwards, and I reached out to his bulging bicep, feeling the power under his sleeve as I leaned into his caress. Spreading out his fingers, not quite touching either of my breasts, he pushed me backwards.
It was only a few steps before the back of my knees hit the bed and I sat down unceremoniously. From my newly reduced height, I had a front-row seat to see that prominent outline in his pants, and I was mesmerized for a moment, before my eyes were torn upwards to watch him unbutton his shirt.
When he revealed that sculpted and inked torso for only the second time in my life, I almost cried out with physical pain, I ached for him so bad. The sex-crazed and primal part of my mind that had truly awoken on the night he fucked me for the first time was less restrained, making sounds that would roughly be translated as “wantwantwantwant!”
I reached up and ran my finger down his abs like a scarred and tattooed xylophone, and then lower to feel the swell of his manhood against the palm of my hand. My mouth was open, my brows knitted together and I was panting with sheer desperate need.
It didn’t matter that I was reminded anew of the size of that majestic cock and how hard he fucked with it, I needed him inside me. Jace watched my face with a self-assured smirk and then instead of leaping on top of me like I wanted, stepped to the side.
“Where are you going!?”
Jace bent down and picked up something from the side of the bed. Two somethings. One was a paintbrush and, as he broke the seal and unscrewed the top, I read the label on the other something. It was chocolate-flavored body paint.
“Some forms of art are more OK than others,” he said. “Now… you’ve spent all day doing what you want to do, so we’re going to spend all night doing what I want to do.”
Chapter 15
Kendall
Jace knelt on the floor and set the bottle and brush down next to him. He ran his hands up my thighs, my hips and my sides before squeezing and pinching my nipples as he caressed my small breasts hard enough that I gasped.
“I am going to taste every inch of you, and then I am going to fuck your brains out. You need that, don’t you, Kendall?”
I nodded, pushing my chest against him, and my nipples pressed into his palms. Jace pushed back, gentle but unstoppable, and I laid down on the bed with my feet still on the ground.
His hands slid away as my chest moved out of reach, and I felt his fingertips travel across my navel until they reached the waistband of my panties. Looking down, I could see his upper body over the horizon of the bed, broad and defined, with pure hunger in his eyes as he pulled the flimsy black material downwards.
With a push against the floor, I lifted my ass off the bed and a moment later felt the cool air on my pussy. The excitement of the Brazilian and simply being in Jace’s company would have assured me of some quality alone-time later on if I had gone home alone, but the last few minutes had put my pussy on high-alert. I knew that he could see how wet I was for him already.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. You’re going to be screaming my name tonight.”
“Yeah… do it…” I heard somebody whisper, using my mouth to say it.
Jace discarded my G-string in the general direction of my evening gown and then held up the paintbrush, now glistening with a thick liquid chocolate. He touched the tip of the brush to my inner thigh and I flinched away instinctively, it tickled so much.
“Stay still,” said Jace.
I did my best, but every stroke of the brush was a maddening tease. My legs quivered with anticipation as he created chocolate designs on one side and then the other, and then moved higher.
The closer he got to my pussy, the more I buried my hands in my hair and thrashed my head from side to side. I needed him, the brush, me, something, to touch my little go-button and release the tension he was building up inside me, but he pushed my hands away when I tried to solve my problem myself.
“You cum when I want you to, Kendall, not before,” he said.
The brush came tantalizingly close… and then I felt him move higher, creating little swirls on the smooth canvas that Becky had cleared for him this afternoon. I reached up for a pillow and smothered myself with it, as I screamed my frustration and the quivers from my legs started making my hips gyrate.