Power, page 6
“Lean forward.” My hand lowers her chest to my desk. She takes in small, fast breaths.
“Scared?” I lean over her, grabbing both hands to place at the end of each side.
She shakes her head slightly and I almost smile. “That’s a good girl. Spread your legs. I hope you’re ready because I’ve been thinking about this cunt all day.” Leaning in, I jerk up the layers of chiffon and dump them around her waist.
I stop for a second to look at her fucking perfect ass. My fingers almost tingle as I reach to caress it. Not sure if that’s because I want to spank it over and over, heat it up, so I can feel its warmth as I fuck her, or if it’s because I want that small rosette hole.
I have every intention of fucking it. Maybe not tonight, but before this is over, I will have been in every hole she has before I let her go.
“So smooth and soft,” I tease as her lips spread into a smile; then I spank one perfect cheek. She screams in shock and instantly rises up. But my hand goes to her neck, holding her down.
“Ahh, baby, you’re not trained, and right now I don’t have the patience.” Moving her G-string aside, I kick her legs open wider, and in one hard thrust I’m deep inside her.
“Hot and slick…yeah, you were made for me,” I murmur as I rut in and out of her, leaning forward to thrust as deep as possible.
“What’s my name?” I grunt and look down at my hard cock going in and out of her wet, pink pussy.
She smiles and digs her nails into the wood as if she’s bracing herself. “Jett…” She pants. “I mean, Mr. Powers.”
She cries out as I pound into her hard and fast, grinning at her audacity.
“Sassy girls don’t get to come.” I pick up speed. “But I’m gonna fill this tight pussy up. And you’re gonna wait.” I grunt out each word, breathing through my nose, the pleasure so intense, I feel everything tighten.
“Jesus Christ.” I go over, my body jerking as I come in thick waves of pulsing ecstasy. I hold her hips and pull my still-hard cock out almost all the way, then plunge back in. Her core is so wet and tight and ready for her own release.
But she can wait.
And learn.
I lean forward with my hands on either side of her head, as I say into her right ear, “Name? What’s my name, beautiful?”
RAVEN
I puff out some air as his body jerks into mine. No, he was right there, his massive dick was hitting that spot. I was ready to come…
“Name? What’s my name, beautiful?” I stop breathing. He’s not serious, is he? My mind is racing, my breaths coming fast, and I groan as he slowly moves in and out of me.
“Mr. Powers,” I whisper, and then almost scream when he pulls out and turns me around facing him.
“Oh my God.” For a moment, I almost touch myself, but reach back and dig my nails into his desk as I try to breathe and not humiliate myself further by begging.
His blue eyes narrow as he watches me with that smug smirk on his handsome face. My hands are starting to ache from clawing the wood. It’s either that or claw him.
His eyes dip to my breasts and lower. His sperm slides down the inside of my thigh. With my panties soaked and my dress still around my waist, I’ve gone from looking magnificent, to a drowned rat in a matter of minutes. I can only imagine my makeup.
“Baby, my pretty baby.” His voice makes my eyes dart back to his as he reaches for my chin and softly whispers into my lips, “You look desperate.”
“Why are you doing this?” I almost want to cry. I was perfect, and if I’m going to be ruined, you’d think he’d let me come.
“Why do you think?” He brushes his lips on mine, and this time I do feel tears in my eyes.
“Because you’re some kind of fucked-up control freak who only cares about himself?” I burst out.
He watches me with that stare of his that I’m beginning to hate, yet love. Then he throws his head back and laughs.
Laughs.
“Whatever, asshole.” I try to move away because I’m done. But he grabs my arm.
“Easy, Raven. I like your sassy mouth, but if you keep it up, those tears of frustration you’re having are going to be because my cock is so far down your throat you’re gagging.” He easily lifts me up under my arms and sets me gently on his desk.
I go to slide off, because I’m done. I’m clearly out of my element, my core is swollen and throbbing, all I want to do is come, and I hate Jett Powers.
“Look, you’re my mom’s fiancé. I should never—”
“That’s right, Raven. I am your mother’s fiancé. Who was just inside you. Now, I asked you to do one simple thing, and you can’t seem to handle that.”
“Holy fuck,” I hiss, trying to jump off the desk. I have to get away from him. He’s way too powerful up close.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” I fire right back, even though that was a terrible comeback, and he raises a dark brow at me, not even offended. If anything, he looks like my words make him want to laugh.
“We’re late, my beauty.” He takes my other ankle and I moan, then want to die, because he heard that.
“You can’t win.” It’s a statement, not a question and I glare at him.
“Mr. Powers?”
Again, his lips twitch, and I visualize one of my five-inch Jimmy Choo heels he spent three-thousand dollars on stabbing him in the heart, if he even has one.
“Yes?” He places my legs on each shoulder as his strong tan hands start at my ankles and move upward. All sarcastic questions fly out the window. Thank God, he’s going to finger fuck me. I drop back onto his desk as he holds my gaze with his eyes, his nostrils slightly flaring as if he loves my scent.
“Please.” My breathing sounds harsh, and my eyes widen, because that was the last word that was supposed to come out of my mouth.
He grins as if he knows it, then backs up. “Stay still, beautiful. I have something that is gonna take care of all that neediness you’re feeling.” He places both my heeled shoes on his desk as he buttons and zips his slacks, tucking his starched white shirt in as he walks around to the other side and opens a drawer, bringing something out.
“Now.” He flashes me a smile as he walks back, moving in between my legs again. “Let’s see how bad you want to come? You think you can be a good girl for Mr. Powers?”
“Wait. What is that?” I’m trying to see what he’s holding: it’s small and pink.
“Raven. Let me enlighten you on me. I have a very limited amount of patience, and you’re testing it. Do you want to come?” His tone seems rather bored, but his blue eyes are almost black as they hold my gaze.
“Yes.” I slowly nod, biting my lip. Why am I fighting with him? We’re not in a relationship. He really is my mother’s fiancé.
Jesus Christ, Raven, what is wrong with you? This is a game. That’s why he only wants me to call him Mr. Powers. This is nothing more than sex. It’s like a lightning bolt has struck me, and I get it.
This man is going to marry my mother. Of course, he is. God, what an idiot I am. I let orgasms and his pretty face distract me into thinking this was different. I almost start laughing. What was I thinking? Just because he took my virginity and bought me nice clothes doesn’t mean he’s going to dump my mom.
He’s brought me here to have fun, play this forbidden, naughty game. I must remember this. Otherwise, I need to hop off his desk and go back to the house. He’ll let me. I can feel him already pulling back. It’s now or never, Raven. What’s it going to be?
“Fine.” I take a deep breath and lean back, spreading my legs open, the spike of my one heel digging into his wooden desk with a satisfying scrape.
He cocks his head at me. “Fine what?”
“Fine, Mr. Powers.” A small shiver goes through me. I can feel him watching me even as I look up at the ceiling. Then I feel his two fingers ease in and out of me in a slow, tortuous rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. I don’t even need lube, you’re so creamed up.” His fingers leave me, replaced by the small, ball-like vibrator that he leaves inside me.
“Now, go fix yourself up.” He removes my drenched panties, then helps me off the desk. For a second I hold on to him, barely able to stand, more from shock because I thought he was going to use the vibrator to make me come, now.
“Wait, you want me to go out with…” My voice trails off as he turns and casually pockets my panties, then walks over to refill his drink.
“Bathroom is there. Hurry up, Raven. I don’t like being late.” He motions with his head for the door to the right.
Taking a breath, I feel full. I can tell it’s inside me, but I can walk, and maybe if I squirm…
“You can’t,” he announces, taking a sip of whatever brown liquid he’s chosen. I smile and grab my small clutch, marching into the bathroom. I flip on the light and almost scream at the reflection that stares back at me.
“Jesus.” I reach for a Kleenex to rub the mascara off from under my left eye. My lipstick is smeared all the way up to my nose, making me look like a clown. I take a breath and start to repair myself.
Jesus, my hands are slightly shaking as I quickly reapply everything. I take a step back and look at myself. I don’t even need blush since I’m completely flushed and was already going for smoky eyes. I’m actually shocked at how good I look. A little red lipstick and boom.
Spinning around, I grab a bunch of tissues to clean myself up as much as I can, almost moaning as I touch the vibrator. Then I toss the wad into the dark wicker trash basket and straighten my dress.
I take another deep breath and walk out, forcing one foot in front of the other.
He must have made a deal with the devil; no one can be this beautiful otherwise. My breath stutters as my eyes take in his tan skin, beautiful dark hair looking more so with that starched white shirt. He’s removed his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons, allowing me to see his neck. With that black suit jacket, he just screams danger and power.
“You look exquisite, Raven.” His voice sounds deep and gravelly, causing a shiver of excitement as he holds out his hand for me to join him. Unlike the first time we met, this time I take it.
Swallowing back a gasp, a jolt like liquid heat zings into my hand—it’s like I’ve been injected just by holding his hand. He walks us out of his lavish office and into the elevator.
We don’t talk.
I barely breathe.
When his hand squeezes mine, I look up at him, admiring his profile, which is as perfect as his full face.
And suddenly, I understand his note. The ding of the elevator distracts me. He guides us to the waiting Mercedes.
“Careful when you sit.” His voice is warm, and he watches me slowly slide in. I cross my legs, and he moves next to me, a knowing grin on his full lips.
“Thanks, Iain.” He settles back and the car moves smoothly forward.
I lick my lips. “I guess this”—I look down, then over at him—“is what your note meant this morning?” The car is dark, but the lights from the city still allow me to see part of his face.
“What are you studying?” I blink at him. Did he just completely ignore my comment and ask me what I’m studying?
The car is quiet, save for the driver putting the blinker signal on.
Clearing my throat, I turn slightly, so I can see his face better. “I haven’t decided, but I’m leaning toward environmental law.”
“Really?” By the tone of his voice, he sounds genuinely interested, which throws me. I was expecting him to laugh. No one, not even Cher, really cares about my interest in law.
“Yes, I find it fascinating, and with everything going on, I think the world needs people like me.” I cock my head at him, waiting to see that famous smirk.
Instead, he says, “Agreed. You’ll be brilliant.” His gaze holds mine. He leans back. “You’re at Columbia, right?”
What the? I recross my legs and try to focus on the fact that he is done playing, and now we are having a polite conversation.
“No. I’m at NYU.”
There’s the famous smirk I was waiting for. “So you’re not really serious about the law?” He looks out the window, and for a second, it’s as though I’m a disciplined child who feels shame that Daddy doesn’t approve. Which is absurd and fucked. Granted, NYU might not be Ivy League, but it’s an excellent school.
“Excuse me?” I snap.
“Why NYU? It’s average, at best. Your mother has the connections and money to get your foot into a much better college.”
“That’s exactly why. I try to avoid her help on most things.” My face heats up.
He turns his head and looks at me, then back out the window. “Well, good for you.” His tone is dismissive, and I visualize kicking him again, or at the very least, taking this vibrator out since it seems he’s forgotten about it.
“You want me to drop you off at the front, Mr. Powers?” The driver breaks into my thoughts as I look out the window at the large crowd milling around what looks like a gallery.
“Yeah, I’ll text you when we’re ready.” The car pulls over, and a valet runs over and opens the door. Jett steps out, but doesn’t hold out his hand for me. Simply waits for me to slide out. I’m two seconds from leaning over to tell Iain to take me home when I feel it: a light vibration on my clit and up on my G-spot as I dig my nails into the leather seat.
“Raven?”
I grit my teeth and almost slap his hand away, which he now holds out for me to take.
“Just a second,” I snap, closing my eyes. Of course, he’s stopped it as he pockets his phone.
“You okay?” Jett leans in so he can see me. I ignore his handsome face and step out onto Melrose Boulevard. It’s been a trendy street in LA for a long time. When I was in high school, I used to get most of my wardrobe up and down this street.
“What are we doing?” I ask, looking at the paparazzi snapping pictures and screaming at someone as they enter the large, mostly cement building.
“Is that Ammo from the Stuffed Muffins?” Feeling his hand at my lower back, I move forward.
“Where’s your fiancée?”
“Mr. Powers?”
“Smile.” He grins and waves but stays silent. I wasn’t prepared for this. Press? What is he, the king? What if my mom sees us? Jesus, are people gonna know her in there?
“What are we doing?” I hiss, putting my clutch in front of my face.
“You ever hear of Gia Fontaine? This is her collection.”
I turn to look at him. “Gia Granger?” My eyes widen. “As in married to the Rock God?” Because, besides Jett, Granger is fucking hot. I’ve seen the Stuffed Muffins twice in New York.
“Well, she goes by Gia Fontaine with her work, but yes.” His lips twitch as I drop my clutch to really look around. Is he in there?
“Untouched” by the Stuffed Muffins spills out of the speakers as we walk up to the gallery’s glass front door. Beautiful people mill about. Wait, is that a Kardashian inside?
“You can go in, Mr. Powers.” The woman in red flashes him an almost blinding, white-toothed smile, as one of the two suited men, who I assume are security, opens the glass door.
Is this his life? Going from the courtroom to the rich and famous? Of course, it is. Why do I see him on all the tabloids? Oh my God, now I’m going to be on them…
“What if my mom sees us?” I look up at Jett, somewhat shell-shocked at everything he really is. And not only his career, but him, in general. Like is there nothing he’s not a master at?
“Thanks, Patricia, you look gorgeous.” He winks at her as we pass, and an irrational spike of jealously shoots straight to my heart, which is kind of distressing—I’m not a jealous person. If anything, I’m the opposite. Like, I could not care less.
But when it comes to him and that wink? I want him to wink only at me.
Get a hold of yourself, Raven. He’s not yours, or hers, he’s your fucking mother’s.
“What if she does?” He smiles at someone across the room. Does he seriously not care?
“Jett Powers. Welcome.” A woman carrying two glasses of champagne approaches us, and for a second, like most of the room that seems to follow her as if she walks on water, I stare.
She’s beautiful, and that’s saying something because you really have to be lovely for me to think that. She’s tall, but she’s in heels, wearing a silky white wraparound dress that clings to her breasts, displaying a perfect body as she walks. Her long brown hair is off her face, so you can see her features. I want to stomp my foot at how I hate being short or petite, as my father lovingly puts it. I can’t compete with someone like her.
“Mrs. Saddington, you look stunning, as usual.” Allowing her to kiss his cheek, he flashes his signature panty-melting grin.
She laughs, and it’s rather musical, infectious really, and I find myself smiling at her.
“Such a smooth talker.” She shakes her head, smiling at him. “If I didn’t have Reed—”
“But you do.” A tall man who walks up behind her, wearing a black suit much like Jett’s, wraps a possessive hand around her front, jerking her to him as he extends his other hand to Jett.
“How are you, man?” Jett shakes his hand, and the conversation starts to flow easily, casually. As if it’s no big deal that he’s one of the wealthiest men in the world.
My head is spinning. This is Reed Saddington. The Reed Saddington, billionaire bad boy who finally married his childhood sweetheart, and if the gossip rags can be believed, he’s a devoted husband and doesn’t cheat. The way he holds his wife, possessive and strong, tells me he would kill any man who dares to touch her.
“Tess, Reed, this is Raven.” My eyes dart up to meet Jett’s amused ones as I swallow and smile.
“Hello, so nice to meet you.” It’s my automatic response, been saying the same thing since childhood. They both smile back, but the slight flash in Reed’s eyes, and the look of confusion on Tess’s beautiful face… Yep, they know my mother.
“Can I get you a champagne…” Tess’s voice trails off. Maybe she’s waiting to see if I’m of age.
