He grunted and hung up a moment later before tossing his phone on the chair nearest him and turning to face me. “First, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly. His voice was low and gravelly, like he wasn’t used to talking in such a quiet tone. “I would never put my fucking hands on a woman like I did that son of a bitch out there.”
I stayed quiet. He gestured to the couch I was sitting on. “You mind if I sit down with you, or would you prefer for me to stay over here?”
I swallowed in surprise that he was actually giving me a choice and slowly placed my hand on the couch to show he could sit beside me. He nodded once and strode over, taking a seat near me. He was even bigger up close. The man was pure muscle, his shoulders wide, his arms thick, straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt.
He opened his mouth to say something, but a knock sounded on the door. With a growl, he stood up and walked over, flinging the door open. “What, Gemma?” he snapped.
She thrust him my contract, swallowing thickly. “I didn’t realize you’d gotten out,” she whispered, keeping her eyes cast away from him. “Welcome home, Mr. Jackson.”
He snatched my contract from her. “Leave us,” he ordered right before he stepped back and shut the door in her face.
I watched as he stood there for a moment, flipping through the contract before he set it on the table and took a seat next to me again. “You don’t speak much, do you?” he asked me, those blue eyes so intent it was like he could see straight into my soul.
I licked my lips and shook my head. I’d learned a long time ago that keeping my mouth shut was an essential part of my submission. Men didn’t like to hear me talk. The only time my mouth should be open was when I was getting a dick shoved down my throat.
He reached up and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat, and before I could stop myself, I flicked my tongue out against his thumb, my nipples hardening beneath the thin top I was wearing.
And he took notice of it.
He growled softly, his eyes darkening to an almost gray color. My core clenched, my breasts getting heavier, begging for his touch, his mouth. “Naughty little thing, though, aren’t you?” he rasped. He ran his eyes over me. Though I was fully clothed, I felt completely naked and extremely vulnerable in front of him. “I want to take care of you, little girl,” oh, God, that name, “but I need to know your name first.”
I flickered my eyes towards the contract, silently telling him where he could find it. His lips tilted up the tiniest bit in a smirk so fucking hot that my body trembled. “I want to hear it from those lips, baby.”
Fear sent me crashing back to Earth. “Aht,” he soothed, sliding his hands up my thighs, his palms rough against my smooth skin. “Look at me.” I instantly snapped my eyes up to his. “There’s no reason to be afraid with me, little girl. I’ll never hurt you, understand me?” I slowly nodded my head, trusting him for some reason. “Good girl,” he rumbled. “Tell me your name, and I’ll reward you like the good girl I know you can be.”
I licked my lips and forced my lips to form the word, talking feeling extremely foreign to me. “Juliana,” I managed, my voice rough and scratchy from not being used in so long.
His eyes lit up, and suddenly, I wanted to do anything I could to make him always look at me like this, though I knew this would most likely only be a one-time thing between us.
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbled. My core clenched at his praise. He gripped the edge of my shorts and slowly slid them down. “This okay?”
I nodded, lifting my hips so he could pull them off of me completely. My thong went next, and he dropped it to the floor with my shorts. He moved closer and slipped my shirt over my head, a pleased rumble sounding from his chest when he saw I didn’t have a bra on.
“Lie back,” he commanded, placing his hand on my chest. As I slowly laid back on the couch, his hand slid down over my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, finally coming to rest right between my legs. My breath left me in a hiss, my body needing his touch so much that it almost hurt.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. He looked up at me, those dark eyes sucking me in. “What’s your safe word?” he asked me.
No one had ever asked me that before. I frowned at him, knowing it was in my contract, but he wanted to hear the words from my lips.
“Black,” I whispered.
He pressed his thumb to my clit as a reward. I moaned, my eyes shutting. He took his thumb away. I whimpered, looking back up at him, wondering what I had done wrong. “Good girl. Eyes always on me,” he told me. I nodded in answer. He made a humming sound, circling his thumb over my clit. My lips parted, my back arching. “I know you’re not that quiet, baby,” he said softly, his eyes still on mine.
Joke was on him. I could always be silent.
As if he could read my mind, his eyes lit up in a challenge. My belly clenched. I had a feeling this man was about to make me second guess everything I thought I had known about myself.
And I was right.
The moment his head descended between my legs and those magical lips wrapped around my clit, two fingers sliding inside of me and curving just right, I cried out, my voice shocking the hell out of me. I grabbed his hair.
“No,” he ordered, his voice vibrating my clit, sending tingles straight up my spine to my brain. “Arms above your head at all times. You’re mine.” Not mine tonight.
Not mine for right now.
Not mine while in this room.
Just you’re mine.
Something strange and foreign stirred in my chest at the sound of that.
I was writhing on the couch, his massive arm anchoring the lower part of my body right where he wanted me. I was sobbing, begs and pleas ripping from my lips. He kept drawing me to the edge, stimulating me just enough before slowing, pulling me back away from it again, never letting me cum yet.
“Please,” I begged, tears burning in my eyes. “Please.” “Please what?” he growled.
I had no idea what the fuck I was saying anymore. My mouth opened before I could think.
“Please, Daddy,” I cried out.
“Good girl.” With that, he sucked hard on my clit, and my world fucking exploded around me.
I quietly rolled out of bed, replacing my body beneath Juliana with my pillow, hoping it would keep her asleep. She’d been clinging to me all night after our session, and I fucking loved it.But I couldn’t lay in bed any longer. I needed to get our dirty clothes out of the playroom and then get started on my day.I was in the shower when I heard the door open. Juliana stepped in a moment later, and her hand landed on my back between my shoulder blades before I felt her lips on my wet skin a moment later.“Woman, you are asking to get fucked,” I warned her. Even though we’d done quite a bit of fucking last night before we fell asleep in bed, I was always ready for more with her.This woman of mine was fucking incredible.I turned to look at her, my cock already standing at attention. She slid her soft hands up my abs. My muscles quivered beneath her touch. “That wouldn’t be so bad,” she whispered.I ran a hand down my face. I hadn’t slept worth a shit the night before. All I could thin
I headed straight to my brother’s office when Adrian and I got back to the mansion. I was too agitated to sit still for very long.Like always, I didn’t knock before barging in. Emmaline was in his lap, her hair a mess, her shirt bunched around her waist. Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly scrambled off of James’s lap. My brother glowered at me.“Debriefing couldn’t have fucking waited?” he asked.“Not when my woman’s life is on the fucking line, no,” I snarled.That got his attention. He stood up. “What the fuck do you mean her life is on the line?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed at me.“Juliana Garcia,” I said simply, watching as James quickly connected the dots.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he snapped. “She’s Andres Garcia’s fucking daughter?!” he roared.I nodded once in confirmation. He stormed to the windows of his office and back again. “Makes fucking sense now. You said she’s basically fucking mute right? Probably was fucking trained that way. Bet if we pull a bac
I held her tightly as she came all over my cock, setting off my orgasm. I roared her name, my fingers working harder and faster over her slit, sending her into multiple orgasms.By the time I finished emptying myself inside of her, she was shaking, her teeth chattering. I quickly sat down on the floor of the shower, turning her to face me.“Breathe,” I coaxed. Shit, I’d fucked her into shock. “Little girl, breathe. I need you to fucking breathe. You’re in shock.”I gently rocked her, my hands moving over her back as I gently spoke to her, soothing her as I waited for her trembling to subside and for her teeth to stop chattering.“What happened?” she mumbled.“You went into shock,” I informed her. “It happens, especially when your body gets overstimulated. Just keep breathing, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”She yawned, her head falling to my shoulder. I continued holding her until her body finally slumped in my arms, sleep pulling her under. Only then did I get up and dry her off before
When we got back to my brother’s, he was outside waiting for me. His face was completely masked, not a single fucking emotion visible. I met his gaze evenly, knowing he wanted to talk to me. “Let me get her to our room, and I’ll come down to your office,” I told him.He nodded once and spun around on his heel, executing a perfect about-face before he strode into the house, leaving the door open for me. I led Juliana up to our room and shut the door behind me. I cupped her face in my hands, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Get a shower,” I told her. “I’ll be back shortly, and I’ll take care of you,” I promised.She nodded. I released her and waited until she was in the bathroom before I strode out of the room. I looked at the guard positioned outside. “No one enters without my permission.” He nodded. “If she leaves the room, I am to be notified immediately.” I didn’t think she would, but I wouldn’t take a single chance.“Yes, sir.”I stormed away to my brother’s office.
We made it to the restaurant with no further incidents, and I finally relaxed a tiny bit as soon as the doors shut behind us. The restaurant was quiet and sophisticated, a lot different than what I had taken Juliana to that morning.And I hated this place. But I knew Mr. Kellum wouldn’t meet anywhere else.We were running a few minutes late, so I was a bit pissed when I didn’t see the attorney waiting on us. I wanted to go over this contract with Juliana, have both of us sign it, feed her lunch, and then take her back home where I knew she was safe.I didn’t like being out in the open, not after what had just happened.The attorney rushed up to our table, looking a bit winded. I shot him a cold look. He nervously brushed his hand over his tie. “I apologize for my tardiness, Mr. Jackson. I got stuck in traffic.”“You should have left earlier,” I snapped at him. He cringed as he held his hand out for me to shake. I clasped his hand in mine, glaring at him. “Do not make me wait again, Mr
Juliana stood at my side as I put her few meager belongings into the trunk of my car. After breakfast, I had driven her to the club to get her things from her room there. She hadn’t had much – mostly just lingerie. There’d been about six or seven shirts, a couple pairs of jeans, a pair of shorts, and a dress, but that had been the extent of her wardrobe.Which meant I needed to take her shopping.That would have to wait though because we were due to meet with the attorney in about thirty minutes in a restaurant right down the street from the club. I wanted to walk, get some fresh air, and I knew the exercise wouldn’t be bad for Juliana.Exercise was proven to help with depression and anxiety. I was hoping I could get her to a point she wanted to work out with me in the mornings to help with whatever was going on in her mind. But I would never force her.I just wanted to help this woman so fucking badly. I knew she could be something great. She just needed some help getting to that poi