Keeping my scowl, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Trent shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it over one of the two armchairs. A second later his cufflinks clinked as they hit the top of the dresser. Rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he turned to face me, then tugged at his tie.
“Strip, Ash.’ He slid the tie from his neck and wrap it around his fist, drawing my gaze to the roped veins on his forearms made prominent by his flexing knuckles. A sudden vision of my hands being tied behind my back with his tie tightened my nipples. I gulped. “Now, Ash. I want you bent over that table,” he jerked his chin at a glass table near the window. There was no mistaking the dominance in his tone.
Our gazes locked, and for a few seconds, we stared at each other, waiting to see who would break first, neither of us was willing to back down or show submission. “Are you ever anything less than an arrogant asshole?”
His lips parted, displaying a row of perfect white teeth. “No. I always get what I want and right now I want you naked.” With two quick strides, he closed the distance between us. His baby blues brilliant with promise. “If you plan on disobeying, I’m going to rip those clothes off you and eat your sweet pussy for...” he looked at his watch, “...dessert, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You won’t beg to come, sweetheart, you’ll beg me to stop. And when I do, I’ll fuck you into your next sleep.”
I gasped. My first reaction was to argue, but something in his expression told me I’d be wasting my time. He could’ve been just a tad bit gentler. Even as the thought materialized, I called bullshit. Trent Shaw might be gentle, but he was a whole lot of rough too and I liked it.
Sullen, I reached for the zipper on the side of my dress. His gaze followed my movements until I stood in just my heels and underwear.
“What part of naked didn’t you understand, sweetheart.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned my back on him. I unclasped my bra and let it fall on top of my dress, and about to remove my panties, I felt Trent’s chest press up against my back. His hands covered mine on the edge of my panties.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you are, Ash?” His voice was soft and smooth, like the brush of silk over my skin, in direct contrast to his dominance of a moment ago. He sucked an earlobe into his warm mouth, and I shivered. As he trailed his tongue along the ridge of my spine, he tugged my panties down until he was kneeling behind me. “I forget just how fucking perfect you are,” he murmured against my ass before gripping my thighs and sinking his teeth into one cheek. I cried out, clenching my fingers as a shameful hunger shot through me. “I want to lick, suck and nibble every piece of this gorgeous ass. So damn beautiful. So fucking tempting.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. Our eyes met and he winked while running his tongue through the cleft between the cheeks. I wasn’t sure what my expression conveyed because his next words were, “Not yet, sweetheart.” He straightened.
“For someone who is about to fuck me, you’re not very naked,” I muttered.
“You only need my cock for that. Now be a good girl and get your ass over the ledge.” He gestured to the balcony. “I changed my mind about the table.”
I widened my eyes. “You’re not serious. That’s like four stories down.”
His laugh irked me. “I didn’t say jump, sweetheart.”
I walked across, leaned over the polished tile ledge and looked out. Trent came up behind me. His large hand feathered up my ass to my lower back, and he pushed me forward. My breasts met the cool tile, and I gasped at the contact.
“Fuck.”
Trent’s growl had me lifting my head, but his hand on my back kept me down. He rolled his hips pressing his crotch against my ass before his fingers slid through my slit. I shivered. My arousal slicked my thighs and anticipation lined my belly. I felt the brush of his body as he dropped to his knees behind me before his tongue glided through my pussy. Stunned by the contact, I cried out. He gripped my hips, fingers biting into the soft flesh while he bit, nipped and licked my pussy. When he ran his tongue from my pussy to my rear entrance, I shot up onto my toes, pushing me further over the ledge.
“Don’t jump yet,” his muffled chuckle tickled my wet heat.
Before I could respond, his finger pressed against the puckered rosette slick with my cream and his saliva. I shuddered so hard, his grip tightened on my hips, keeping me grounded. “Beautiful,” he groaned as he increased the pressure, and the tip of his finger breached the tight ring.
I jerked against his touch. Sharp tingles nipped my nipples, my groan so hoarse I almost didn’t recognize the sound while another part of me chided the wrongful act. Still, my body didn’t care, it responded to him, trembling like a leaf on a windy day. When he straightened and moved away, I opened my mouth to beg but his lips pressed against my shoulder.
“Don’t move, Ash, or you’ll go to bed starving. And if you think that won’t happen, think again, sweetheart. My cock is hard but it won’t break if I don’t fuck you,” he growled in my ear.
And just like that, I was turned from a woman who’d just questioned his invasive touch, to panting like a bitch in heat. I opened my mouth to say something cheeky, but thought better of it. Instead, I stayed still and focused my gaze on the view of the hotel grounds. Trent Shaw might be a dirty talker, but he knew exactly how to control a woman, and I wanted more, craved it.
He didn’t make me wait long. I felt his presence even before I heard him and as if I wasn’t already in agony, he feathered his fingers up my arms, over my shoulders, and down my spine. Pure need spiked every single nerve cell and I trembled as he fingers followed his mouth in exactly the same path. My trembling morphed into a violent shake and I gripped the ledge to keep from dropping to the floor.
Caught up in the mesmeric trance of his mouth I hadn’t noticed his hand drop to my ass until cold liquid slicked over my rear entrance.
I gasped more from the shock than the cold. “What are you doing!”
“It’s just lube.”
“What for?” I panicked. “You said not yet—”
“Shh, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your ass. Yes, but not today. For me to do so, I need to first prepare you to take my cock. Do you want me to stop?” He rolled his finger around the entrance, his touch slow, tantalizing.
I drew in a deep breath, and any sense of sanity abandoned as my body tingled with excitement and lust. I could hardly speak and shook my head.
“I’m going to insert a small plug and then I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy with your ass filled.”
