I tapped the scissors to my mouth. “Looks like I’m almost done. You’re pretty hot for a billionaire.”
“I’ll take Emily down too. She can join you in the same cell.”
I leaned over him. “If that makes you happy, Mr. Gordon.” His dark blue eyes had flecks of gray in them. “Don’t you want to touch me? I want to touch you.”
“You, fucking crazy bitch.”
His lips were fuller than I expected, and he smelled like a day at the beach, earthy, yet crisp like freshly washed linen. “I am crazy. You’re all I think about. I wanna know everything about you, but you give me nothing. I know it’s a game to you, but I can’t stand it anymore. You like to watch me having sex with people. Don’t you want to touch me?” My hand rested on his chest. “Your heart’s beating a mile a minute.”
“Don’t mistake anger for lust.”
“There’s a fine line there.”
“You crossed the line. The next time I see you, you’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit.”
“You can’t stop me, Mr. Gordon.”
I traced his nipple with the tip of my finger. “I’m going to touch every last inch of you, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.” A shot of liquid adrenaline, heady and invigorating, raced through my system. I loved the control I felt, even if it meant my own destruction. His look smoldered with anger and need. I read the signals loud and clear; he was aroused beyond measure. I was going to enjoy every second of his captivity. I suspected he would to. I leaned towards him, his eyes widening in alarm. “Kiss me.”
Chapter Eight
He turned his head to the side, offering me his cheek. I pressed my nose to his face, inhaling the scent of his skin. This was the moment I had been dreaming of for months. I lay upon his chest, threading my fingers through his hair and feeling his cock prodding my pussy. He was still safely encased in his boxers, but not for long. I nuzzled his face, enjoying the beginnings of a beard.
“Oh, God…” I kissed him, tasting the saltiness of his skin. His scalp felt hot to the touch, his hair silky soft. I nibbled on his ear, prodding the indentation with my tongue. My robe was tangled around me, and I sat up to remove it, exposing myself. “See something you want?”
“You crazy bitch.”
“If you’re so upset, why don’t you scream? Margaret could call the police. They’d rescue you. They could save you from me; because if they don’t, you will be mine.” I wondered at the husky tone in my voice. Where had this sex goddess come from? I rubbed myself against him, my pussy enjoying the feel of his cock. “How awful it must be to actually have contact with your plaything.” I tried to kiss him, but he turned away. I nibbled on his throat instead, sucking and producing an instant hickie. “I have to ask you something. How many times have you jacked off to those videos? Once a day? Twice a day? Three times?” I was making his boxers wet with the creamy residue of my arousal.
“Untie me, Gretchen.”
“I love the way my name sounds on your lips. Say it again.”
“Go to hell,” he growled.
I approached his mouth, but he jerked away to avoid me. “You have to want me, James. I know you do. How long were you going to deny yourself? Forever? Was that the plan?” I kissed his throat and trailed a path of dampness to his chest, where my tongue circled his tiny nipple. “Hum…you taste so nice.” He groaned. “Do you like what I’m doing to you? Are you gonna be able to handle it?”
“I’ve nothing to say to you.”
“Did you not touch your wife either? Is that why she left you?” He froze. Oooh…I’d hit a nerve. “She’s married to some Indian businessman. Maybe he can give her what you can’t.” I brushed his cock, which jerked beneath the silken material of his clothing. I bit a nipple gently and sucked. “Why didn’t you ever have kids?”
“Shut up.” He sounded hoarse.
I grasped the scissors, holding them in such a way that it looked like I might stab him. “You’re going to answer my questions.”
His eyes widened in alarm. “It’s none of your fucking business. Get those goddamned scissors away from me!”
The cold tip of the metal pressed to the indentation at the base of his throat. “You don’t know me, Mr. Gordon. You took a chance in hiring me. I might never have been arrested or anything…but that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of all sorts of things.” I felt a moment of triumph at the flash of doubt in his eye. “How do you know I don’t pick up men and turn the tables on them? Maybe I’ve done it before with other wealthy men? Maybe I’ve humiliated them so much they won’t even go to the police? Did you ever think of that?”
“You’re a pyscho-bitch!”
“Or maybe I just want you so badly. Maybe I’m risking everything to be close to you. It’s all your fault really. You pushed me to this.” I ran the scissors down his stomach. “Johnny wants to come out and play.” I snipped the fabric on his silk boxers. “I don’t care if you think I’m crazy. I don’t care if I go to prison or whatever. I’ve been dreaming about this cock for so long. You’re going to fuck me, Mr. Gordon.” I tugged the shreds of the material away, exposing his jutting organ. “Oh, you’re more than ready.” I threw the scissors on the floor and straddled him, knowing I was so wet that he would slide inside of me without a problem. I felt him at my entrance. “Omigod,” I groaned. I gazed at him, transfixed by the hostile need in his eyes.
“Don’t do it.”
“It’s too late now.” I lowered on his magnificent tool, letting it slide into my womanhood. “Oh, God…yes…” I dug my fingers into his stomach, kneading the firm flesh. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.” I drove my hips low and sharp, rubbing against him, my clit brushing his pelvis. Just knowing that the object of my obsession was now inside of me could have triggered an instant orgasm. I brushed aside the tingling, forcing the feeling to recede. I wouldn’t be able to hold it off forever, because this joining was just too good. “Oh…send me to prison. I so don’t care.” He’d closed his eyes. I dropped to his chest, covering his mouth with my lips. “Kiss me, James. Kiss me.” He hadn’t turned his face away, and I used the opportunity to invade his mouth, savoring the taste of him. My hips continued to thrust, over and over, while the kiss deepened. To my sheer delight, he began to respond. “Oh-my-God-James!”