“Now tell me these past forty-eight hours haven’t been the best ever. Tell me my c*ck doesn’t make you feel better than you have in years – maybe ever.”
“Just do it, Jason,” she gritted out, the feel of his fingers stroking along her slick lips almost more than she could bear. She didn’t want teasing, not now. She wanted that wicked shaft slamming into her doggy-style, and she wanted it now.
“Not on your life, Bella,” he said, his tongue sliding wetly around her dainty ear, making her shiver in arousal. “My cock’s hard and hungry, but this once I’ll be willing to deprive myself if you refuse to let go of that damnable feminine pride of yours. You want my c*ck in you or what?”
“Yes, I want it in me!” she cried out at last, half in anger and frustration. Bastard! She fumed: he’d blackmailed her, and now he wanted to make her beg? Damn him, but she’ll do it if she had to… “Please, Jason; give me your cock,” she added softly, yet clearly.
“With pleasure,” he replied on a growl, satisfaction tingeing his voice. And then he let go of her hair as he finally took hold of her h*ps in readiness to enter her waiting cunt.
His hunger for her hadn’t lessened in the passing days, and hers had only increased. Now, with him taking her from behind with such strong, almost celebratory thrusts; it felt like he was setting her p**sy ablaze with that cock. Time after time he slammed into her ass, filling the office with those squelching, slapping sounds that always spelled out hot, rough sex so well.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
She felt each thick-rimmed jab right against that exquisite spot again. But this time she had more control. Well, barely. Instead of gushing all over his dick, she held on, dragging on each thrust of his shaft till her p**sy, her whole body, screamed for release. She felt him reach round from beneath to twirl his thumb over her clit, making it harder for her to keep her moans at bay. He was bringing her closer to the edge, and she only hoped she was ready. She hoped to goodness they both were…
It ended up being a long, hard ride and she loved every second of it. He stoked her up good, enflaming her into the most explosive cli**x she’d ever experienced. He was pumping against her ass and she was pushing right back on his c*ck as she came with a scream. It was over – she was done.
Time and space took a while to jumble back into rightness again. They both seemed to find it harder to ease back into their calm, collected personas. The words lay unspoken between them as they straightened their clothes. Bella tried to bring some order back to her hair, her attire, and her emotions. At last, she faced him, and saw that he didn’t look so hard and impenetrable as usual.
“Well, Jason,” she said, bracingly. “Satisfied.”
His lips tilted. “Hardly. I don’t think a man could ever get enough of you, Bella. I’m sure I can’t. Your ex must have been a fool.”
She shrugged carelessly. “Doesn’t matter right now. All I care about is focusing on my business and returning it to being profitable. But only if I’m sure I’ve finally got you off my back, for good.”
He lifted his hands as if in surrender. “Hey, a deal’s a deal. I’ve got my three nights. Unless, of course…you decide that it’s not over and you still want more.” There was a devilish grin on his handsomely tanned face.
Bella tipped her head, not replying for a moment. And then she reached for her bag, retrieving her phone. “You know what, maybe you’re right. It certainly isn’t over. And maybe I do want more. But not in the way you think.”
He looked quizzical for a moment. And then she pressed a button on her phone. Suddenly, his voice, and hers filled the room in the mechanical, recorded tone.
As his words played out in the otherwise silent office, Jason’s expression changed from surprised to furious. She merely smiled, looking not in the least perturbed as the conversation they’d had the following day, when she’d returned to give him her answer, droned out from the phone.
“If you do what I say, then I’ll call off the debts. Postpone them till you’ve got ample time to work things out. How’s that for a fair deal?”
“Oh, I think you can do better than that, Jason. For three nights of sex, I want the debts cancelled. All of them.”
“Making demands now, are we? I knew you’d want more. Okay, Bella. I’ll give you exactly what you want if you do the same. Consider it a deal.”
Bella pressed the “stop” button, folding her arms as she met his dark gaze squarely. “I’ve got the whole conversation on tape, Jason. How you coerced me into agreeing to give you three nights of sex in exchange for help with my debts. How do you think that’s going to look to your colleagues…your board of directors?”
He chuckled. “You recorded it on your phone?” he huffed. So what are you going to do now, Bella? Because if you’ve had that all this while, why didn’t you confront me sooner? Why go along with everything? Why give yourself to me?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, hiding her inner turmoil. Well, she had meant to face him with the leverage she’d managed to gain when she’d come in to see him that second day with her phone on record. She’d thought up the trap the night before, lying sleepless and wondering how she could outsmart him. She knew then and there that she could have taunted him with the truth. But no, she’d decided to play along, wanting to see where it would lead, and to disgrace him at the most opportune time. Especially when he’d handed her that black sexy lingerie and ordered her to wear it and almost nothing else for their meeting later that night. The curious, sex-starved woman in her had indeed wanted to see what lay in store.
And it was true that at one point, on that first night, she’d been afraid, and had wanted out. But his masterful lovemaking had made her finally succumb. And then she couldn’t get enough.
At last, she answered him with cool disinterest, “It suited me to play along, Jason. Now, however, you’re in my power. I could bury you with this, make sure your name is dragged through the mud for using your position to prey on “helpless women like me. Isn’t that what you said?”
Bella saw him fuming, his ire growing as his words were thrown back at him. But she was through being intimidated.
“You’re lose your job, your prestige – and everything that comes with it,” she told him decisively. “And nothing would please me more than seeing you brought down to the gutter where you belong.”
He chuckled, but she wondered if the sound wasn’t a bit too hollow in her ears. “Bella, you amuse me, you know that? A good lawyer will make it all disappear. In fact, you may just end up charged with entrapment. None of this is ever going to stick.”
“But it’ll be worth a try, don’t you think?” she mused, striding up to him with slow, steady steps. Her smile was somewhat catty. “There’s bound to be some fallback from this. Not to mention the damage it will do to the reputation of your company, and when people hear about it, it doesn’t really matter if it ever makes it to court. People never forget…”
“So what do you want, Bella?” he asked with a gruff voice, his brows drawn together in a long, black line.
“Revenge? Now it’s your turn, right?”
“Yes,” she said simply, the a naughty grin spreading over her face as she stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “And you can only imagine what I have in mind. Starting with you, tonight, in my bed…”