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  “Not tonight.”

  “Who says?” he asked.

  “Me!” I growled but it came out seductive. Oh holy crap. I was drunk! “You got me drunk.”

  “Yes, I did,” he grinned, unrepentant.

  I smiled. But no coming. I could be drunk, but I couldn’t allow him to get that close to make me go mindless. “I’m going to bed.”

  “With me,” he said huskily.

  I plopped down on the bed and crawled across it. It wasn’t until I reached the other side and turned to judge the distance between us that I remembered I had no panties on. I remembered because he was looking as I had, when I’d stared at Mr. Happy Whacker.

  This, by the way, was a horrible name for a penis. I laughed, and his eyes left my naked backside to meet my eyes. His lips curved up into a beautiful smile.

  “Do that again,” he said as I remained on all fours.

  “I’m not showing you my ass again!” I laughed as I sat down.

  “I like the sound of your laughter, sweet Emma.”

  I lost the smile and blinked at him. “Not much left to smile or laugh about anymore.”

  “Just because the world has gone to hell doesn’t mean you can’t live.”

  “True,” I said, even though I didn’t believe it. I’d felt guilty for living when so many had died. It seemed unfair that babies had died, and those of us who had lived longer, well, lived. “Do you ever wonder why God allowed some to live, but took innocent lives? Like the babies. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. They hadn’t even lived yet.”

  “You think God did this?” he asked as he continued to watch me from his lazy pose with his arms resting behind his head.

  “Or Satan. I mean, what kind of God would allow this to happen? At first I thought it was a wakeup call. So many people had stopped living. In school, everyone spent most of their time checking updates on Facebook, or their phones. We’d stopped living, and between the internet and electronics, we’d become introverts.”

  “That’s pretty deep,” he said as his lips curved up into a smile.

  “I’m serious,” I said vehemently.

  “Come to me,” he said in a tone that commanded me. I shivered from the intense heat that burned in his eyes.

  “No funny business. You promised.”

  “Do as I told you to,” he said not moving from his pose. “I said I wouldn’t fuck that tight, pretty pink flesh…yet. I told you I was going to kiss you.”

  I was moving before I had any idea I was. I paused and looked up at him, once again back on all fours. I felt like a puppet, drawn to him! As if he held the strings which seemed to be attached to my vagigi. I was trembling, and when I stopped inches away from him, he smiled.

  “Now lie down beside me, Emma, and part your legs for me,” he said with confidence burning in his eyes.

  “You said you wouldn’t bang me tonight.”

  “I said I was going to kiss you. I just didn’t say where I would place that kiss.”

  Chapter 10

  I did as he’d told me to, unsure of why I did it. I only knew that his self-assurance brooked no argument. The look in his eyes commanded obedience, and I was curious to see where he would kiss me. I was on my back when he sat up. His eyes held mine captive with their turquoise heat. His fingers trailed up my thighs slowly, and rounded to the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

  The multitude of sensations mixed with my uneasy emotions as his fingers danced over my flesh. I felt my nipples as they grew hard, ready to be kissed. My core grew moist, slick with desire. My hands fisted at my sides to prevent me from touching myself. He was only touching my skin, and barely doing that!

  “You like it,” he whispered huskily, “when I touch you, like this.” His hands slid up my inner thighs, both hands on each leg at the same time, until they skimmed over my nakedness. He never removed his eyes from mine as he ran them slowly back down to my knees. My instinct was to close my legs. I’d never been this far with a man. I was so far out of my league.

  “Are you wet?” he asked and I shook my head in denial. He smiled as if he knew I was lying, but since I was currently on display, he could probably see the proof. I tried to put my knees together, but his hand caught them and held them apart. “If you lie to me, I will punish you for it. In this room, I want the truth. Now tell me, sweet girl. Are you wet?”

  I nodded, and watched as he lifted my leg with one hand and pulled his other hand back. It slapped against my ass, and I cried out. Was he serious!?

  “Are you wet?”

  I nodded again, and he smacked it, again. “Stop that!”

  Slap.

  “Now!”

  Smack! Only this time, there was no pain, but pleasure. I moaned and felt even more wetness leaving my pussy. I moaned as his hand smacked down again. The sound echoed through the room. I considered nodding again, just to see if it would revert to pain instead of pleasure. I was turned on, yet pissed that I was. He had no right to spank my ass, even if it had made me wet.

  “Are you wet?” He asked again with more force in his tone. His eyes left mine to look at the now saturated folds. “Damn,” he whispered breathlessly.

  “Yes,” I replied, and felt his hand as it returned my leg to the bed. My hand absently reached down, knowing it wouldn’t take much to get the screaming orgasm out of my system. I didn’t care if he watched. That’s how wound up and turned on I was.

  “Good girl,” he whispered before he caught my hands and held them prisoner against my legs. He worked them down farther, until my hands were trapped against my ankles. His eyes came back up to meet mine as his head lowered between my legs.

  I felt a mixture of absolute horror, and fear as his mouth touched against my flesh. “What are you doing?” I wiggled my ass as I tried to get away.

  “Kissing you,” he replied before his mouth opened and hot breath fanned my swollen lips. Why would he…Ahhhhh! His mouth touched my core as his tongue licked the folds in a long, slow trail that started at the soft nub, and ended at my opening. His tongue continued to do it for several moments while I made inhuman noises. His tongue pushed inside and I felt the storm building out of control as he continued to ravish me with only his tongue.

  He sucked and kissed and continued to pull with his lips as he kissed my core, slurping and licking until I was moaning so loud, I was pretty sure I would have no voice come morning. I fought to get my hands free, because one single flick of the swollen clit between my legs would send me over. He pulled his mouth away, and the moment his hand released mine, I tried to get it to where I needed it. He didn’t allow it. Instead, he rearranged himself between my legs, took my wrist back, and captured it, along with my other wrist, in his much bigger hand. His hand brought both of my wrists up, and held them firmly against my belly.

  A single finger slipped over my swollen flesh, exploring the wetness he’d created. “I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he growled as his finger slipped into my opening. “You’re so fucking wet and ready.”

  “Mmm,” I mumbled as I moved myself over that finger.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked hoarsely as yet another finger joined and then another until it became painful. He was stretching me, and I had to move to keep from screaming from it. I lifted my hips to meet his thrust, each one penetrating my soul. I cried out, and lifted my head to look at him and then at what he was doing. “Fucking hell, you’re tight and so hot right now, so sweetly fucking my fingers with that tight sheath. You want to come, don’t you, good girl?” he asked and I nodded emphatically.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please what?” he countered as he watched the heated skin he was currently fucking.

  “Make me come,” I whispered as I looked to where his eyes had locked onto my flesh. “Oh God,” I cried as
the orgasm started to unfurl inside of me. I pushed and pulled with my hips to bring his magical fingers deeper into my slick heat. “Oh hell,” I screamed as his hand released mine and his mouth lowered to allow his tongue to flick hard and slow over my throbbing clit.

  He moaned against my core as my body shook with a force unfamiliar to me. I was coming undone, or dying. Either one was okay, because this was heaven. His fingers slipped out, and his mouth took their spot as he moaned and moved his mouth over my juices as if he couldn’t get enough of them. His hands lifted my ass, and pulled it up until I was there for him to feast on. The sucking and sounds of what he was doing sent me over that precipice again.

  My eyes closed and yet he continued to suck from me, his teeth grazing my flesh as he did so. I felt boneless when he’d finished, and moving was so far out of the question that it wasn’t even an option. He climbed up my body, and at that moment if he’d tried to fuck me with his hard cock, he’d succeed.

  “You’ve never been kissed like that before, have you?”

  “No,” I whispered through dry lips.

  “Good,” he replied as he claimed my lips and pushed his tongue inside. I could taste myself on him and it was hot. I moaned again as he ravished my mouth, his cock rubbing against my stomach. I could feel its silken flesh from where it had escaped its captivity in his shorts. He pulled up, and smiled down at me. “I keep my promises, but I am going to dry fuck you, hard. Look what you did to me,” he said as he drew my eyes to his cock.

  Dry fuck? He rubbed his cock over my skin, and pushed it back inside of his clothes. He held my legs apart, as he rubbed his erection between the cleft of my core. I moaned at the sensation of what he was doing. His eyes locked with mine as his hand captured my chin, and held it in place. We were both making noises, as he used my body for relief.

  “Don’t take your eyes off mine,” he growled when I tried to close them. “Good girl,” he said when I met his. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’ve never been controlled before, have you, Emma? You’ve never had your pleasure held, or controlled by something like me.”

  “Jaeden,” I whispered, unsure of what he was asking, but not caring. I was lost in the feeling of what he was doing to my body. He stopped, and pulled on his cock. I tore my eyes from his to see what he was doing, as fear trickled up my spine.

  “Eyes,” he snapped.

  I ignored him, watching him as his hand worked his cock. He used it to slap my pussy—hard. I cried out in surprise, but kept my eyes on it as it slapped my exposed flesh again. I was wet, so the sound exploded when he continued to use it on me. I lifted my hips, wanting, needing more. His hand moved from my chin to my throat, where it tightened enough that I lifted my eyes to his.

  “I’m going to come all over your swollen pussy,” he said, as his lips curved into a wicked smile. “You don’t get to see it.”

  “I want to see it,” I whispered.

  “I know you do, that’s why I’m not allowing it.”

  I struggled against his hold, but his fingers tightened. It wasn’t painful so much as it was erotic. At any time, he could strangle the life out of me. His thumb rubbed over my carotid artery, as if he was testing my pulse while he continued to beat his cock against my flesh.

  It turned me on to know he was using his hand, when he could have been easily buried deep inside of me. Instead, he was keeping his word. I had a feeling that even if I begged him to fuck me, he wouldn’t tonight. I was almost there again, just from the knowledge of his impending orgasm. His flesh slapped mine hard enough that I screamed and then moaned.

  “That’s it, sweet girl, you like my cock beating your flesh. Knowing I could fuck it at any moment. I could bury this,” he slapped my flesh harder. “At any fucking moment in this perfect cove and you know it. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

  I moaned and then when his cock slapped against my clitoris again, I exploded.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirked knowingly and continued to beat his silken flesh over my pussy. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. I did, and watched as the muscles in his neck tensed, and his shoulders grew stiff. He growled and as he did, hot spurts of liquid jutted out onto my swollen flesh.

  He leaned over, and rested his forehead against mine. “Next time I come, it will be inside you.”

  I lay beside him, spent. I’d gone from virgin, to virgin whore in a single day. He had cleaned his come off with a towel, and then crawled in bed after changing into sweatpants. My legs remained open, because I didn’t have enough energy to close them.

  I’d come hard the last time, and when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body up close against his, I didn’t argue it. He was already hard again. I closed my heavy lids, and fell asleep to the absolutely mindboggling emotions I was now feeling.

  “You should know this, Emma, I plan to have you. I will have you. Tonight was only the first of many lessons you will receive, until I decide to bury my cock in your sweet flesh.”

  “Lessons?” I asked, but he just smiled against the curve of my neck in answer. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

  “No, but you will when I teach you.”

  *~*~*

  I felt safe with him, even though I shouldn’t have. Being next to so much raw masculinity should have scared the shit out of me. His arms had wrapped around me protectively during the night. I could feel his breath fanning against my neck as I lay there with him.

  I closed my eyes again, only to wake up the next time with something pressing against my lower back. I swallowed nervously as I ran through the options of what it could be. The process of elimination was, of course, how I managed it.

  Option one; a snake had crawled into his shorts and decided to hang out on my back.

  Option two; he’d shoved a hard object in his pants, which he’d then placed against my ass and back.

  Option three; a bee had flown in and stung his junk, which had caused it to swell massively.

  Option four; he’d changed into a motorcycle and he’d produced a stunning kick stand.

  Option five; and this was the most likely, he had some serious morning wood!

  Now for the options of what to do about the woody in the ass?

  Option one; pretend I don’t notice said woody poking my ass.

  Option two; run screaming from the woody.

  Option three; hire someone with a skilled woodpecker to reduce said woody to normal size.

  Option four; make use of said woody and become a woody woodpecker and peck that woody! Seriously, Emma? Okay, so that option wasn’t even on the table.

  “Morning,” he whispered against my ear.

  “Woodpeckers!” I shouted without thinking it over.

  “Come again?”

  “No thanks!” I sputtered as I made a complete ass out of myself and moved away from the woody before I started pecking. “Pecking is bad!” I continued like a dumb ass. Shut up, Emma, just shut it!

  I obviously had wood on the brain because I couldn’t look away from where his sweats had a thick bulge showing through the flimsy material. I felt his eyes on my face and could see him smiling with the knowledge that I’d just freaked the hell out over his morning wood. “Sorry about that.”

  “M-uh-huh,” I mumbled.

  “Not used to sleeping with men?” he asked.

  “I don’t spend the night with them normally,” I whispered and then raised my eyes to his. “I mean I sleep, I just don’t…ya know, feel wood.” Oh my god! Had I just said that?

  He threw his head back and barked with laughter.

  “Sure, laugh at my expense,” I said irritably.

  “You want to touch it?” he asked jokingly, which of course, I didn’t catch until I’d considered actually touching it!

  I left the bed, knowing my ass would be exp
osed. “I need to go home, check on my people. Do some other stuff.” I was rambling. I did it when I was nervous, like when I woke up after a night of debauchery with a deadly, sexual male, like Jaeden. Okay, so yes, this was the first this had ever happened to me, but still!

  “Get dressed, Emma, I’ll have Sven bring you to my office when you’re finished.”

  “I need to go home,” I replied.

  “You can, but first I want to discuss something with you.”

  Chapter 11

  Once I was dressed, I checked the door and hall and didn’t see Sven anywhere, so I slipped out on my own without looking for Jaeden or his office. I didn’t wait to see if I was followed, or if Jaeden had given chase. I just knew if I stayed close to him, I’d be up shit creek with Mr. Happy Whacker. Who needed a paddle when you had a man who looked and acted like that?

  I made it to the shelter and flashed the camera a cheesy grin. Addy met me at the door and threw herself at me. “I was so freaking worried! Why didn’t you respond?” she demanded.

  “I was…busy,” I replied with guilt burning in my cheeks.

  “You slut!” she said as she pulled back to look at me. “You gave him the V-card?” she grinned hugely.

  “Not exactly,” I replied warily.

  “I’m confused,” she paused and looked at my rumpled clothing. “Did you have sex?”

  “Sorta,” I replied and started towards my room.

  “Bitch! Explain how you sorta had sex with him?” she narrowed her eyes and followed closely at my heels.

  “He kissed me.”

  “Um,” she said as she grabbed my arm to stop me. “I think we need to discuss the birds and the bees.”

  I rolled my eyes. “He kissed me down there.”

  “Sweet baby Jesus!” she smiled as though the rapture had just come. “And?”

  “He, well, he likes full control. I’m not sure he’s an option for a first timer.” I answered her honestly because let’s face it, I knew zero about this shit, and he was a fucking pro.