Ready for Him (3 page)

“Stop. Don’t move.” And, before she could even breathe, she felt his fingers sliding inside her.

Jade gasped, tightening her grip on her ankles as she struggled to keep her balance. She felt another finger slip forward to torment her clit in soft, slow motions, teasing, daring her to move.

“Oh, yeah,” Will said behind her, low and breathless. “To die for.”

Jade bit her lip to stifle a moan as his fingers continued to move. His other hand ran over the curve of her ass, his thumb tucking into the cleft, and she groaned as the pad of flesh ran over her tight hole.

“First rule.” Will’s voice had taken on a commanding tone. “Most Doms don’t allow their subs to come without permission.” His fingers twisted, and Jade gasped. “I don’t work that way. Unless I tell you otherwise, I don’t want you holding back your pleasure. I expect you to come as often as you can, and as
loudly
as you can, because I want you to remember who’s in control here. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Jade moaned as his thumb pressed down on her hole, feeling the familiar aching tingle begin in her gut.

“Good.” The teasing movements on her clit grew stronger. “Then stop biting your lip and come when you’re ready, or I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge.”

His fingers twisted again, and Jade let go with a cry. Her knees buckled as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she staggered, letting go of her ankles, but a hand on her hip steadied her.

“That’s it. Stand up when you’re ready.”

Fuck.
The room swirled around her as she stood. Will’s hands were resting on her waist—as her vision cleared, she felt his grip tighten, turning her to face him. His eyes bored into hers, sharp in their intensity.

“You’re doing well so far. Now undress me.”

Jade responded to the order before she realised what she was doing.
God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
As she closed her fingers on the hem of his T-shirt, she found herself wishing he had been wearing something more formal. A suit and tie would have been easier to remove than something that needed lifting over his head.

On the other hand, it saved time on buttons and knots.

Will’s bare chest was smooth—both nipples were pierced with silver rings, each dangling a small diamond. A light trail of blond hair led from his navel to the waistband of his jeans. He was already hard, and Jade was unable to resist caressing the tip of his cock as she unzipped his fly, kneeling as she did so. A gasp from above her, followed by a low chuckle, told her that this wasn’t unwelcome.

“Oh, you’re going to be a hot one, I can tell. Keep going.”

He wore no underwear, and his cock sprang free as Jade tugged his jeans down to the floor. Jade paused and glanced up at him, still on her knees, wondering what he had in mind next.

Will arched an eyebrow at her. His cock twitched, immediately drawing her attention.

“I would give you instructions, Miss Bleecker, but I think you know what to do here. Make it good.”

Jade raised herself on her knees, putting herself level with his shaft. She licked her lips as she clasped one hand around the base, watching as a sparkling droplet of pre-come oozed free.

Make it good? She’d show him.

Chapter Three

She began by cupping his balls.

Above her, Will gasped, and his cock twitched again. Jade leant forward, feeling the soft skin tighten in her hand, and slowly slid her lips over the head, pressing her tongue to the tip.

He was uncut. She liked that in a man—it made jerking him off so much easier, and gave blowing him more variety. Carefully she drew more of the firm flesh into her mouth, tucking her lips over her teeth—although maybe he didn’t mind teeth? Best not to test that at this stage.

“I suggest you don’t tease, Miss Bleecker.” There was a strained edge to Will’s voice. “Unless you like the idea of
discipline.
”

Oh, discipline?
An image of herself over Will’s knee, naked rump in the air, him spanking her into a state of flushed arousal, came into Jade’s mind and for a moment she considered making him wait even longer. Ultimately she decided against it. Blowing him was a pleasure in itself—no point making them both suffer.

She took a deep breath and surged forward, swallowing him down to the root.

Will cried out, a howl somewhere between surprise and delight. Jade drew back, dragging her lips almost to the slit, running her tongue hard along the underside of his cock. She pushed forward again, feeling his head bump the back of her throat, and wrapped her other hand around the base as she felt his hips start to jerk rhythmically.

“Oh, yeah. Oh,
yes
…”

The familiar salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth as she worked, swallowing over and over, and she slid a finger behind his balls to tease the sensitive skin there. Will’s fingers clenched in her hair—he was moaning, his thighs were trembling, he was close, so very close, and she—

“Stop.”

Seriously? For fuck’s sake!
Jade sat back on her heels and looked up at him, a little irritated. Will was flushed, gasping for breath, as though he was right on the edge.

“Stand up,” was all he said.

Jade stood, deliberately brushing the tip of his cock with her breasts as she did so. The look in Will’s eyes stopped her in her tracks.

“Go sit on the edge of the bed. Don’t argue.”

The tautness in his face, in his muscles, was enough to convince Jade. Without a word she crossed to the far doorway and into the bedroom.

Wow. This place is amazing.

The bedposts were ornately carved wood, decorated with swathes of Oriental silk. The satin bed sheets slid under her bare ass as she sat down on the bed. Craning her neck back, she saw that the ceiling and the top of the four-poster bed were elaborately decorated in swirls of gold, some of which looked like dragons.

Then Will appeared in the doorway and, without stopping, strode straight up to her, and Jade immediately snapped her attention back to him.

“I would have tied you to the bedposts, but right now I don’t want to take the time. Lie back and spread yourself out for me.”

Jade threw herself back on the bed, letting her arms fall on the pillows and planting her feet on the mattress, drawing her knees back. Will’s eyes were on her, scorching, and for a moment Jade imagined how she must look—splayed on the bed, upturned breasts tipped with pink hearts, butterflies and roses tattooed along arms and ribs, the glinting green of an emerald navel ring—and lower, moist rosy lips and coral centre standing out against the pale skin of her thighs.

And wanting him. God, the need was rising again, and he was watching her, his eyes resting on every part of her body in turn, and when Jade pulled her knees back farther something seemed to snap in Will’s eyes and he dived onto the bed, landing with his elbows either side of her head and his face directly above hers.

Jade was barely able to register his nearness—so close, his fresh scent, so
hot
—when Will roughly covered her mouth with his in a brutal kiss. Her body jerked as a sudden fullness told her that he had entered her at the same time.

Will broke the kiss briefly and Jade shivered at the look on his face. “Don’t move,” he snarled, and Jade had time only to nod before his mouth was on hers again, his tongue strafing hers.

She fisted her hands in the pillows, resisting the urge to clutch at his shoulders. Her nipples peaked, brushing his chest with every thrust—his pelvic bone pressed down on her clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body. Will groaned with every stroke, she could feel the vibrations from his tongue to hers, and the sensations were building again, that ache in her clit, her inner walls clenching down on him…

“Oh!” Will gasped, tearing his mouth from hers, and Jade screamed as her body convulsed around his for the final time.

* * * *

At eight a.m., Jade closed the door of the Penthouse Suite behind her and made her way back to the elevator.

Her own room was a few floors below. Quickly she let herself in, showered and changed into a vest and jeans before heading downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

She had left Will ordering room service. After they had fallen asleep the night before, she had woken to a beautiful vista of light from the wall-to-wall bedroom window. Her own room was attractive enough, but she had to admit that spending the night with a billionaire had its perks.

Even if one of those perks was utter exhaustion. She had been out cold almost immediately after Will had hit the light switch. Even now she still felt a residual ache in her legs.

Will Vandenmeer.
God, what the others would say. Leonie would turn into a squealing wreck. Shaundra would be hopelessly jealous. And Piper—well, Piper would be wondering if Jade was going to see him again.

Was she?

It wasn’t something they’d discussed. Maybe he just saw it as a one-night stand. Hell, maybe
she
just saw it as a one-night stand. Her head was in a whirl.

But there was one way to help sort her brain out, and that was to switch it off for a while. As she crossed the lobby to the restaurant, she could already see the others standing at the buffet, and she quickened her pace.

Jade chose not to tell where she had spent the night over the breakfast table. As the only one not hopelessly hungover, she kept the conversation on lighter topics. Leonie and Shaundra still wanted to go shopping, while Piper was still keen to spend the morning in the casino—the afternoon was booked up for a hair and makeup trial run, although by the look of Leonie in particular it would take a lot of foundation to make her look human.

Piper had recovered sufficiently after her pancakes to be quite chatty on their way into the casino. As they settled at a pair of slot machines, Jade took a deep breath and said it.

“That guy in the bar last night? He was Will Vandenmeer.”

Piper paused for a moment, then her eyes widened.

“Will
Vandenmeer?
As in Vandenmeer Hotels?”

“That’s him.”

“And I take it you two—”

“Yeah.”

Piper whistled approvingly. Jade gave a casual shrug and turned back to her machine. It would take a few minutes for Piper to process it, she knew.

After several more quarters had dropped, Piper spoke again.

“Are you going to see him again?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to?”

Jade paused for a moment, thinking. Before she could answer, Piper broke into her reverie.

“Isn’t he the one who’s into BDSM?”

“Yeah, he is,” Jade answered a little too quickly.

Piper raised an eyebrow. “Oh yes? Does that mean he—?”

“A bit.”

Piper whistled again, this time in amazement. “No wonder you’re not sure. I don’t think I’d want that.”

“It wasn’t—” Jade tried to think of the best way to frame it. “It wasn’t scary or anything. Or hardcore. It was different, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m just not sure if I want any more of it.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s a good starting point.”

Piper dropped another quarter into her machine, and Jade turned back to her own, biting her lip as her thoughts began to untangle themselves.

I’m not sure if I want any more of it.

And there was the problem.

She
did
want more of it.

But did he want more of her?

* * * *

“You know, you have beautiful hair. It’s such a shame you have it in this style. It’s harder to work with.”

Jade exchanged glances with Piper, who was sitting in the stylist’s chair to her left. The girl behind Piper was creating a complicated up-do with pearl-topped pins, folding sections of hair into a criss-crossing design. Jade’s stylist was standing with arms folded, obviously stymied by her mohawk.

“Just pin back the front in twists and do the rest in spiral curls,” Leonie suggested from her other side. “Then it leaves space for the fascinator.”

From the expression on the girl’s face, she was unimpressed by both Leonie’s idea and the peacock feather fascinator that stood on the counter. Jade bit back a grin as the stylist reluctantly reached for the curling iron.

“You wanted your eye makeup in shades of green to match it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Jade confirmed. “And a black-tulip lipstick if you have it.”

“I’m not having an up-do either, Jade,” Shaundra added from the other side of the room. “You won’t stand out.”

“Only because your hair is diagonal.”

“It’s asymmetrical, thank you very much.” Shaundra returned her attention to her stylist. “Make sure you straighten it properly or the cut’ll look wrong.”

Jade turned back to the mirror, letting her mind drift as she felt the heat of the curling iron next to her head.

What was she going to do about Will?

Of course, she didn’t know if he was even in the hotel. He might have checked out this morning. But even if he hadn’t, maybe he would be out on the town tonight. She could sit in the bar all night and never see him.

But she could go up to his suite.

The thought sent her gut spiralling.
Am I afraid of what might happen?
No—she already knew the answer to that question.

She wasn’t afraid that he might have left. If someone else was in the room, she’d be embarrassed briefly, but would never see them again.

Was she afraid he might reject her? Maybe a little. But that wasn’t it.

It was anticipation. She
wanted
to see him again. She wanted him to command her, to dominate her, to…

Why?

I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He made me feel protected. Safe.

Every order he had given, she had wanted to follow. Everything he had done had been for his pleasure
and hers
. Not what she had imagined at all.

And she wanted more. She wanted to know where else he could take her. How far he could take her.