Chapter 10
Jenna
It was beyond stupid to take the drug, but I wanted to impress him. No, not impress. I didn't want to deny him. He felt so fucking good pressed to the back of me, his thick erection spreading my ass open as he found a place to tuck himself away while we danced.
"You're so dirty." I slid my hand into his as we walked toward the door.
"Dirty? What's dirty about talking truth? Feels pretty clean to me."
We headed toward a staircase beside the front door, surprising me a little. "Where are we going?"
"Upstairs, sweetheart. Remember?" He held the door, and I walked through into a large cloud of smoke. Marijuana. I coughed and waved at the air as he moved in front of me.
"Breathe it in. Feels good. I promise." He reached for my hand. "Stay close. It gets nutty up here. I'd hate to stab some mother fucker for touching my girl."
"Your girl?" I coughed again and followed him up the stairs as I continued to swat at the air. Feeling good was one thing, but dying from smoke inhalation was another.
He didn't respond, but I didn't figure a man like him needed to explain himself. I wasn't his girl, but I'd play as if I were for at least a night.
I couldn't help but turn my head in an effort to allow my eyes a few more seconds to linger on a threesome in the corner. The two girls were moving over a skinny guy with a huge cock, like snakes, licking and nipping at his flesh as he lay there and groaned.
"Damn," I mumbled and moved into an office with Nate. "What is this place?"
"The third floor of Kadia is a sex shop, basically. Not many people know or live to tell about it, but it is what it is." He dropped down into a large leather chair and licked at his bottom lip. The outline of his cock in his jeans had my body ticking, the deep pulse between my thighs echoing the one on the side of my neck.
I glanced behind me at the door. "Nate. I don't know if-"
"It's locked. Come get your spanking." He ran his hands down his thighs and motioned for me to come to him.
Something about the moment left me fully aware that if I crossed the room that I would be lost to him for a long fucking time. He wasn't the type of dream you woke up from refreshed, but rather yearning to OD on sleeping pills so you could find him again.
"You weren't serious, were you?" I took the first step and both of us knew he had me.
"I don't play around very often, Jenna. Come here. If I have to come get you, you're gonna do a lot more than lie still over my legs and whimper."
Fuck.
Lubrication pooled in my panties as I paused and pressed my legs together, scared it might run down the side of my thigh and give me away.
He breathed in deeply and growled before patting his legs. "Right here."
"Panties on or off?" I couldn't find enough air to breathe.
"Would it make you feel better if I let you leave them on?" His cock twitched as I closed the space between us, and I wanted so badly to see it. To touch it, press my lips and face against it. Every hard-core fantasy I'd had over the last year had him in it. This shit couldn't seriously be happening.
"Yes." I stopped in front of him and tried not to shake. It was no use. My knees were weak, my thighs twitching.
"Then take them off, or better yet, I'll do it for you." He moved to the edge of his seat and glanced up at me as he slid his hands up my thighs and gripped my panties. The quick yank surprised me, and I yelped and reached out, grabbing his thick shoulders.
"Do you spank every woman you call your own?" I tried to find my balance, but it was useless.
"You don't get to ask questions, princess." He gripped my hand and pulled me around to the side of the chair before forcing me to lie across his lap. It was surprisingly comfortable outside of his cock digging into my right side.
"I should deny you something too." I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth to the side of his thigh as I let my head hang toward the ground.
He tugged my dress over my bare ass and ran his hand down the back of my thigh before squeezing softly. "You're not gonna deny me anything, Jenna. Not ever."
I cried out as his hand smacked into my flesh, the sting so good, so wrong. "No," I whispered, embarrassed that I let him hit me in the first place. What was wrong with me?
