He stepped away, stood behind me, and lifted a hand.
I wasn’t a submissive. I wasn’t into being tied up. But a swat on the ass? Bring it on.
He brought his hand down hard on my flesh, and I cried out. Loudly. So damn loudly.
His expression was stony as he slid his fingers between my legs, testing me. I moaned as he stroked my wetness.
“Your body doesn’t seem to doubt me,” he murmured.
“True, but I still need more proof. Think of it as a show of good faith.”
He gave another swat. Harder. Sharper.
“Ow,” I called out as I grew wetter.
“There. Are you now convinced I’m serious?”
“Why don’t you check?”
His fingers returned to my center, and I rocked against them until he pulled them away a few seconds later, bending close to my ear again. “Seems you’re convinced.”
“I think I might be,” I said.
He took his time, drew a breath, and spoke in a filthy tone. “Then, can you agree to get on your knees and suck my cock once I’ve proven I can meet the terms on my end?”
“That sounds mutually beneficial,” I said with a naughty grin. I ached to be touched again.
“Good.” He stepped away from me, but never took his eyes off my body as he unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. I stared shamelessly, admiring the expanse of his chest, the cut of his abs, and the decadent dip of his V.
He smirked. “And are you enjoying the potential of our business deal?”
After months of dancing around my desire, I didn’t want to pretend. I wanted to own this lust. “So much.” I took a beat and licked my lips, our eyes locked on each other. “So damn much,” I added, wanting him to know. “And you?”
His lips curved into a grin. “I find the possibilities of our partnership quite enticing.” Returning to me, he brushed his fingers over the curve of my ass. I moaned as a wave of lust swept across my skin. “Absolutely, deliciously enticing.” He spread his palm over my cheeks, squeezing.
“I was hoping you would.”
He moved behind me, and I turned my face, following him, watching him as he stared between my legs. His eyes went darker, savage almost. “You see, Ms. Williams, I set those terms because I could tell how much you wanted this deal. But I’d also like to hear it from your pretty little mouth.”
“I do want it,” I said, breathless, desperate, and enthralled with our game.
“I want it too,” he said huskily, as he put both hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. “So goddamn much.”
He kneaded my ass, squeezing, playing, groaning as he went, sounds of approval rumbling in his throat. With each touch, I grew hotter, the temperature in me shooting dangerously high.
I wriggled my rear, asking for more.
And he gave.
Oh God, did he ever.
His hand glided between my thighs, his fingers coasting across my wetness. My eyes fell closed. I dropped my face, and I groaned as he took his sweet time, indulging in touching me. “Oh, God.”
He stroked my clit, his fingers expertly playing me. “Yeah, I think you’ll meet the first term,” he said, so damn casually, as he thrust one digit inside me. “I’ve got a feeling.”
I had a feeling too.
Many feelings, and all of them were filthy and fantastic as Jake fucked me with his fingers. He crooked one inside me, hitting me in that spot that made my vision blur. That made the world around me narrow and spin.
My belly tightened, and pleasure crawled up my legs and pulled at my skin.
He followed my cues, thrusting harder, deeper with the quickening of my breath, the swaying of my hips.
Desire wound tight inside me, an exquisite ache that came before release.
I hadn’t expected this so soon. So fast. But my legs shook, and I felt out of control. I was losing hold of my grip on this scene, on the game, on my goals.
I didn’t think he’d take me so quickly, so commandingly.
As he fucked me with his fingers, his other hand banded around my waist, gripping me. He bent over my back, covering me, his stubbled jaw skating near my ear. “Yes, I bet we’ll be doing this deal in many ways. Multiple ways,” he rasped, and I shattered.
My hands curled around the couch, digging in, as the force of my orgasm tore through me.
I came like a wave hurtling toward the shore, faster than I expected, harder than I could ever have imagined, crashing more powerfully than I would have predicted.
My climax pulled me under as I moaned and groaned and shuddered.
I barely had time to surface for air when I felt something else.
Something I wanted desperately.
Jake’s cock.
He rubbed the head against my wetness, stroking, teasing. Then checking his watch. “Looks like I met the under-five-minute clause. So it’s time for the bonus,” he said, then pulled back and grabbed a condom from his pocket.
“I do enjoy bonus clauses,” I panted as my eyes locked on him, long, thick, and perfect as he sheathed himself.
He slid a hand up my back, pushing my blouse farther up, all the way to my neck. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “What a sexy back. I’d love to come all over your back.”
I blinked. The image was so carnal, so arousing, that a fresh wave of heat surged in me. “You should sometime.” My voice hardly sounded like my own. But it could only belong to me because I was saying things, doing things I’d only done in my dirty, very private dreams.
And I loved it.
I was awash in lust as his hand ran down my spine and between my legs again. He positioned himself, then in one swift move, he pushed into my wetness.
And I cried out.
I couldn’t hold back my moans.
They were ridiculously loud as Jake filled me, and the delirious pressure made my skin sizzle.
He groaned, gripping me harder, thrusting deeper. His hands dug into my hips, and he held me so hard as he filled me. Then he pulled back, swiveled his hips, and stroked into me with a sexy grunt that sent heat across my body.
There was something so primal about the way Jake fucked me.
Something so alpha.
My blouse was bunched at my neck, and I wore only heels. He was still in unzipped slacks and his unbuttoned shirt, and he was fucking me like a powerful man fucked his woman at the end of the day.
With need.
With knowledge.
With control.
And with complete and utter desire.
He pumped into me, his hand traveling up to my hair, gripping my locks, wrapping a handful around his fist.
He seemed to sense that, for tonight at least, I didn’t need flowers and candles. I didn’t care for slow, sensual kisses all over. And I didn’t need a ton of foreplay.
I needed good, hard fucking from a man who knew how to give a woman everything she wanted. Everything she needed.
Some days, a woman just needed to be bent over a couch and banged in a Las Vegas hotel room by a man who knew how.
As Jake rocked into me, his hands roaming around my waist, palms reaching my breasts, a new understanding hit me.
No wonder friends gave friends escorts for gifts.
Because this was a fantastic gift.
Hotel sex of the very best kind.
Hard, fast, powerful.
And out of my control.
This was what hotel rooms were for.
For being owned.
Being taken.