“Stephen,” she said. “More. I need more.”
He nibbled down until he sucked her ni**les into his mouth. She fought against his hold. He refused to let her go.
“I want to touch you.” She pleaded with him. The sound of her voice undid him. He let go, and in the next instant her fingers sank into his hair pulling him closer. Her hands were everywhere. He wanted her to touch him.
They danced together as he thrust inside her, and she pushed up to meet him. They were perfect. She was perfect. Together they built until she reached between them to touch herself to release. He waited for her to come before he pressed inside her to the hilt as his cum spurted inside her.
Afterwards, he lay by her side stroking her body. She touched his hand or caressed his arm.
“I don’t want this moment to end.”
“Me neither.” He kissed her lips.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said when he pulled away. Stephen laughed. He kissed her one final time.
“Go on. I’ll be downstairs. There should be a robe on the door, but you could always come down naked.”
She disappeared inside the bathroom, and he went to use another room before he went to the kitchen. He put on a pair of bottoms not bothering with a shirt. He set up the coffee machine, pouring some water into the one compartment while putting the ground coffee beans into another. With the scent of coffee surrounding him, he grabbed the paper from the letter box followed by any mail. The morning air was freezing, and by the time he got back into the kitchen he welcomed the warmth.
“A normal person would have worn a jacket of some kind,” Ursula said. She sat at the counter, her hair freshly brushed, looking refreshed. She wore a black robe, which swamped her. It was the robe he usually wore. He liked seeing it on her.
“Well, I forgot about the weather.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Stephen handed her the paper before pulling down two cups. He filled hers with cream and sugar while he took his black.
The paper rustled as she turned the page. He handed her a cup as he sat down opposite her. She gave him back the paper taking the drink.
“I never read the paper.”
“You’re a student. Shouldn’t you read everything important?”
“That’s the business paper. I couldn’t understand a word.”
She sipped her coffee, and he moved the paper to one side. “I’d better get back to my apartment and do some damage control with Paul.”
His grip tightened on his cup. He didn’t want her to leave. “You don’t have to leave. You can live here.”
Ursula stood moving round the isle until she was next to him. “And you’ll be banging your staff?”
Stephen caught her hand in his, settling her down in his lap. “Don’t think about yourself like that. This is more,” he said.
“I work for you, Stephen. This won’t work. We’re too different.”
“Then you’re fired. If your problem is working for me I’ve just sorted it out.”
“It’s not that easy,” she said.
“Yes, it is. This is my house, and what I say goes.” Stephen knew he’d need to go to the club to talk to his friends about these feelings. The thought of her leaving him or going back to Paul left him feeling angry with the need to take and not let her go. “You’re not going back to him. I won’t let you.”
She cupped his face. “I may have been stupid for staying with him, but I’m not stupid enough to go back to him.”
“You’re staying here,” he told her.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll go with you and pack up some clothes for you. In fact let me handle everything, and you won’t have to worry about anything.” He liked his plan more and more.
“Stephen, you’re not thinking about this.”
“Look at me, Ursula.” He waited until he had her attention. “Don’t argue with me. I know what I want. You’ll be living with me, and that’s the end of it. I’m not leaving you in that place where he can get to you.”
“I’ve got to go to college, and I work for you.”
“I fired you.”
“Then I’ve got to get a job.”
“Do I need to blackmail you?” he asked. Ursula smiled at him.
“Depends on the blackmail.” Her robe fell off one shoulder, her creamy shoulder tempting him to unveil more of her delicious body.
Stephen played along. “How about, if you don’t do as I say I’ll tie you to my bed and have my wicked way with you.”
Her eyes dilated. He knew his suggestion turned her on. He pulled her robe open a little more.
“That sounds better than blackmail.”
He chuckled. Never had a morning been filled with so much temptation.
“If you don’t stay with me I’ll make sure you get kicked out of college and not get work anywhere.” He noticed she paused. The possessive need inside him made him aware of the fact he would do anything to keep her with him. Even if that meant using unscrupulous means.
“You wouldn’t do that,” she said. He knew she was unsure, and he played on that.
He stood using his body to crowd round her. Everything he ever known about the men at his club and those that visited Ravage came through to him. The feelings of possession that verged on obsession were filling him. He would do anything to keep her with him.
“Test me, Ursula. See if I’m joking. You don’t everything about me.”
He saw her swallow, then nod her head. The demon inside him was put to rest. He didn’t even know he could feel like this. She went up to the room to change, and he phoned Cadeon asking for him to be at Club Possession that night. He needed to talk to someone. He was forty-five years old, and he couldn’t believe he needed to talk to someone about his feelings.
Stephen dressed and waited for Ursula to come down the stairs.
Chapter Seven
Ursula stared at her reflection. She wore the same clothes from the previous night. Her pu**y ached, along with her ni**les from Stephen’s lips. The way he’d spoken downstairs in the kitchen had intrigued her. He’d threatened to make her life difficult if she didn’t agree to live with him. She knew he was wealthy and would be able to do what he threatened in a heartbeat. Would he do it? From the look in his eye she truly believed he was capable of it.
Why am I not pissed because of his warning?
Because you like him. You like what he does to your body, and you love spending time with him.