I nod, not able to respond with words in my current state.
“On your stomach, hands above your head,” he tells me.
I roll onto my stomach, panting with each harsh breath that rasps in my throat. What I must look like to him. A complete mess, I’m sure.
His hands run over my bare ass, stroking me, and then he spreads my ass cheeks apart, running his finger over my swollen pussy. He’s still standing and has me right at the edge of the bed. “Stay just like this. Do you remember your safe word?” He shoves my head down.
“Flower,” I gasp out, my voice all muffled from the position he has me in, my head tucking into a pillow.
“Use it if you need to. I’m going to fuck you now.” I hear the tearing of a foil packet, and relief washes over me that I didn’t have to be the one to bring it up. Condoms always have to be worn in these rooms. It’s not negotiable, but Paige said some men still try it. One of his hands settles between my shoulder blades, and then I feel him push inside me.
I groan into the sheets, feeling so damn full. His huge cock, pushing at my inner walls in a way I have never experienced. Controlling the pace, he moves back and forth, screwing me savagely, controlling my body with the way he’s holding me, the way he’s thrusting into me. I can’t move. All I can do is moan into the pillow and take it.
As the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, he gathers up my hair so tight it brings tears to my eyes. But there is something so erotic about the way he is controlling me that makes me want more. I like it rough like this with him. It makes my body feel alive.
His other hand comes to my breasts, plucking at my nipples. “You can cum,” he grunts out, and that’s it for me.
I scream into the pillow as my body tightens around his cock.
This time he’s right there with me and groans as he fills me with his release.
When he loosens his tight grip on me, I take a second to catch my breath before I collapse onto the bed.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
And an instant sick feeling washes over me. I sit up in a rush. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He pulls away, and I hear him move into the bathroom, discarding the condom in the trash.
My racing heart doesn’t believe him. What was the fuck for? I would like to believe because he just had the best screw of his life, but somehow, I don’t think it was that. He sounded stressed.
Just like last night, the bath water turns on. Shit, is he about to take off again because of some other message he received? Or maybe this is his thing: screw and run. He comes back into the room and collects me, carrying me into the bathroom before he deposits me into the bathwater. It’s the perfect temperature, and my tense muscles relax.
“Move forward,” he mutters, and I can’t help the smile that touches my lips. He’s getting in with me, he doesn’t have to run off like last time.
I move forward for him, and he slides into the massive tub behind me, pulling me back so I’m resting on his bare chest. This is the closest I have been to him. Sure, he just screwed me, and the first time he let me suck his cock, but he won’t let me touch him, and with my back on his I can feel more of him than I have been able to. He’s muscular and toned, that’s about all I can tell.
He moves my hair out of the way and over the opposite shoulder to where he is. Then he takes a washcloth and glides it over my arms.
“Can I take off the blindfold? I want to see you,” I ask, my voice shaky. But I had to ask. I’m desperate to know.
I feel every muscle in his body stiffen under mine. “No, don’t ask again.” He keeps moving the washcloth down my body, over my stomach and between my legs. Cleaning me gently, tenderly even.
I sigh heavily, leaning back into him as he washes me. I know it’s Jagger; it has to be. Especially with that tone he just used when he was annoyed with me. But without confirmation, I won’t fully believe it. Why would Jagger be hiring me to screw? It doesn’t make any sense at all.
Chapter 18
Don’t You Want Me
Ispentafewhours with the stranger in the private suite. The bath was just the start of the activities he had for me, and while I tried to catch a glimpse of him, it was near impossible when he kept my hands either tied up or busy, so I wasn’t able to adjust my blindfold. When he had his fun, he left me much the same as he did the night before, but this time, I was in the shower. He told me to wait until I heard the door click and then I could remove my blindfold. I’m majorly regretting my decision to comply now, the desperation of wanting to know if it was him or not bugging me to the point of insanity. It’s all I could think about on the car ride home. Asher was there, of course, as soon as Icame out of the room, and even that seems like too much of a coincidence to me. But he was ready to bring me home, all wide-eyed and cheeky-grinned. He didn’t ask me about my time in the private suite even though I know he was itching to just by the inquisitive way he watched me. He also didn’t try to stay like last night. Tonight, he brought me home and dropped me at the door and then left. With a “sweet dreams, princess” comment that had me wondering what mischief he was up to.
I move through the mostly dark apartment and into my room, kicking off my shoes and dumping my leather jacket on my bed. I go and brush my teeth. When I return to my room, I find three boxes all wrapped up on the end of my bed. I stare at them. What on earth is this?
There is a big gold bow tying the three of them together and a note attached.
Every girl needs some toys to keep her company on the long, lonely nights. Think of me when you’re using them.
Then there is a little winky face and
