learn her story. He also wanted to get as far away as possible from her, but he couldn’t make himself do that.
Jewell responded so well to him. And though he could see she wanted to hate him — if she were smart, she would — whenever he touched her, she went up in flames. Her body was a canvas for him to paint, and paint it he would. She intrigued him, made him think that a week wouldn’t be nearly enough with her, but that’s all he could allow himself to have. He had a feeling that if he tried to extend his time with her, it would be too hard to ever let her go.
When Sunday morning came around, he’d have her delivered back to her brothel, and he’d never think of her again. He knew he could do this — he was strong. She was just one more woman in a long line of women. It didn’t matter to him that another man would touch her, do the sorts of things he was doing with her and more.
Then why did you bring her home?
Dammit! He didn’t want his own brain arguing with him. He didn’t know why he’d brought her to his place instead of a hotel room, didn’t know why he liked the idea of her staying here among his possessions while he worked.
He’d never had the desire to bring another woman through his front door, and he strongly suspected that he’d never feel that way again. He refused to analyze the thought, however. Tonight was about sex, it was about pleasure, it was about taking from Jewell what he wanted, and giving her only what he felt like giving.
What made it so frustrating, though, was that he wanted to give her so much. Yes, he’d pleasured her because he’d wanted to, but he knew he’d gotten even more joy from her orgasm than she’d received. That’s what this woman, this stranger, did to him.
She made him feel alive and excited. She made him forget about his past, made him forget why he’d gone in search of her. She made him think only of her. He would have to do better at keeping the walls he’d built up around him intact, because if he wasn’t careful, she would have a hold on him, and that just wasn’t acceptable.
“You’ll have to do better at obeying me tomorrow,” he said as he served up her dinner, making sure that he brushed against her again in the process.
“I did everything you asked today.” Her voice was quiet, subdued, and he noticed how she shifted position on her chair. Ah, the toy had been getting to her the entire day, and he planned to use it while they were at the table. He loved the control he had over her body…and it wasn’t just from those good vibrations.
“I saw your defiance, and I will force that attitude from you. Go get that bag there in the corner and bring it me.”
She looked in the direction he indicated with his eyes, and then stood up obediently. He saw the tension in her shoulders, and he could tell she hated his commands, knew that it irked her to follow his orders like a well-trained puppy. She also knew that if she didn’t do it, he would remove her instantly from his life.
He pushed that uncomfortable thought aside. So what if he had to fire her? He had no use for a willful woman. He’d chosen Jewell so he could be the one to train her, break her. He liked that he got to be the first man to take her from the escort agency.
As she picked up the bag, a shudder passed through her, making him smile. Every time she shifted, the toy moved, sending shock waves through her. He also controlled the remote that set it to vibration any time he was in the mood to give her a good jolt.
Wriggling in his seat, he welcomed the pulsing of his arousal, the hard state he’d
Jewell responded so well to him. And though he could see she wanted to hate him — if she were smart, she would — whenever he touched her, she went up in flames. Her body was a canvas for him to paint, and paint it he would. She intrigued him, made him think that a week wouldn’t be nearly enough with her, but that’s all he could allow himself to have. He had a feeling that if he tried to extend his time with her, it would be too hard to ever let her go.
When Sunday morning came around, he’d have her delivered back to her brothel, and he’d never think of her again. He knew he could do this — he was strong. She was just one more woman in a long line of women. It didn’t matter to him that another man would touch her, do the sorts of things he was doing with her and more.
Then why did you bring her home?
Dammit! He didn’t want his own brain arguing with him. He didn’t know why he’d brought her to his place instead of a hotel room, didn’t know why he liked the idea of her staying here among his possessions while he worked.
He’d never had the desire to bring another woman through his front door, and he strongly suspected that he’d never feel that way again. He refused to analyze the thought, however. Tonight was about sex, it was about pleasure, it was about taking from Jewell what he wanted, and giving her only what he felt like giving.
What made it so frustrating, though, was that he wanted to give her so much. Yes, he’d pleasured her because he’d wanted to, but he knew he’d gotten even more joy from her orgasm than she’d received. That’s what this woman, this stranger, did to him.
She made him feel alive and excited. She made him forget about his past, made him forget why he’d gone in search of her. She made him think only of her. He would have to do better at keeping the walls he’d built up around him intact, because if he wasn’t careful, she would have a hold on him, and that just wasn’t acceptable.
“You’ll have to do better at obeying me tomorrow,” he said as he served up her dinner, making sure that he brushed against her again in the process.
“I did everything you asked today.” Her voice was quiet, subdued, and he noticed how she shifted position on her chair. Ah, the toy had been getting to her the entire day, and he planned to use it while they were at the table. He loved the control he had over her body…and it wasn’t just from those good vibrations.
“I saw your defiance, and I will force that attitude from you. Go get that bag there in the corner and bring it me.”
She looked in the direction he indicated with his eyes, and then stood up obediently. He saw the tension in her shoulders, and he could tell she hated his commands, knew that it irked her to follow his orders like a well-trained puppy. She also knew that if she didn’t do it, he would remove her instantly from his life.
He pushed that uncomfortable thought aside. So what if he had to fire her? He had no use for a willful woman. He’d chosen Jewell so he could be the one to train her, break her. He liked that he got to be the first man to take her from the escort agency.
As she picked up the bag, a shudder passed through her, making him smile. Every time she shifted, the toy moved, sending shock waves through her. He also controlled the remote that set it to vibration any time he was in the mood to give her a good jolt.
Wriggling in his seat, he welcomed the pulsing of his arousal, the hard state he’d
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