Page 27 of Don't Lie to Me
He looked at the watch on his wrist, and then back to me. “We still have something else to talk about.”
I cleared my throat and feigned innocence. “Talk?”
I watched as he licked his lower lip and nodded slowly. I felt the wetness between my thighs, just watching his tongue slowly wipe across his lips. The things he can do with that tongue.
NINE
Without a word, he came over to my chair. He crouched down and turned me toward him. My thighs opened for him automatically and a small victorious smile appeared on his lips.
But he didn’t touch me; at least not how I wanted him to. Instead, his hands slowly rubbed up my legs, outside of my thick robe.
“This robe is the most hideous thing I have ever seen,” he said softly, smiling right into my eyes. He slowly began untying the robe at my waist.
I chuckled softly in agreement, my voice breathless when I spoke. “Is this what we needed to talk about? My choice in sleepwear?”
“No, but now that you mention it….” his voice trailed off as he finished untying the knot at my waist. With his hands on my robe, he wasn’t touching me at all, but my skin felt like it was on fire as his eyes roamed all over my chest, stomach, and completely naked body. “This is what you’ll sleep in from now on.”
Fine by me, especially if he always looked at me like that. Jack took my hand and slowly pulled me up so my chest pressed against his body. His erection evident as it pressed into my lower stomach. “We need to talk about you lying to me, and how it’ll never happen again.” His voice sounded ominous.
“Lying?” I choked the words out.
“You told me you’d be there when you got back. You lied.” He continued without waiting for a response. Both of his hands framed my cheeks as he pulled back slightly, and earnestly looked directly into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck this up enough for the both of us, Emma. I need your honesty.”
Without waiting for my answer, his lips fell to mine. Softly, teasing me, nipping my bottom lip, and then my top, and then moved to the corners of my mouth. I wanted a real kiss. Passionate and hard, like how he always kissed me but as I tried to move to take it, he pulled back.
“God I just fucking want you.” Before I knew what happened, his arms went back to my waist as he picked me up. I immediately squealed and wrapped my legs around him. He carried me down the hall to my bedroom without saying another word. I buried my head into his neck, excited, and scared – still trying to figure out what he meant by punishment.
He stood me up on the floor right next to my bed and slowly let my robe fall to the floor.
“I’m sorry for lying,” I whispered, my nerves increasing as he slowly scanned every inch of my body without touching me. I reached out to remove his suit coat, but Jack’s hand gripped mine.
“You need to take that off.” It was the same suit he wore yesterday to work, and then for our date. Essentially he’d now been in that suit for almost thirty hours, and it looked ragged.
Jack didn’t move and didn’t speak. Instead, he dropped my hand to my side and took one step back from me. I swallowed, slowly. His jaw hardened like it had last night in the elevator on our way to dinner. Was he doing the same thing again - staying silent to show that he was in control? Or was he trying to regain control? His silence unnerved me.
A slight twitch of the right side of his lip was his only movement. But as I watched his eyes, I didn’t see any anger. I saw only lust, and a devilish sparkle in his murky brown eyes that told me he was planning something. I swallowed again, and resisted the urge to reach out to touch him, or myself. I was no longer afraid. His eyes told me he wouldn’t hurt me; and the anticipation of what would come aroused me.
“Turn around and place your hands on the bed.” The command was so similar to last night on the terrace I didn’t hesitate to obey. If he wanted to take me hard and fast again, I would enjoy every punishing second of it.
I obeyed, and dropped my head just enough so I could see him standing still behind me. He had yet to move. I stood there, bent over at the waist for who knows how long until I finally heard the rustling of his suit jacket and then it dropped to the floor. His shirt, his pants, and the rest of his clothes followed it until he stood, in the same spot, too far behind me and completely naked. I pressed my thighs together to try to quench the heat in between them. The silence drove me crazy, not knowing what he was going to do, or say. He was so close, but so far away and the entire moment had my nerves crackling with a tension I didn’t know possible.
“Don’t do that,” Jack scolded.
“Do what?” I asked breathlessly. I had no idea what he was talking about.
It took one second for him to reach me, I saw his legs moving towards me and then felt his fingers push into me smoothly.
“Don’t tighten up. I like watching your pussy throb and your juices drip down your thighs.”
Oh my god. That was the most vulgar thing I had ever heard, and yet at the same time, I had to resist tightening my thighs again. How can this be such a turn on? I had to move. I had to do something.
I jumped again when Jack’s hand began rubbing my ass cheeks. The tender caress set off a humming of pleasure that only increased my arousal with every gentle brush.
Slowly, his fingers began moving roughly inside of me. I moaned with the instant pleasure of finally, having something there to take the edge off. I wiggled my hips, wanting and needing more. Much too quickly, he removed his fingers just as roughly.
I moaned again but this time, dissatisfied.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jack was now so close, I could feel the heat of his body as he lined up behind me. “You like it rough.”
