Bound Together (16 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
Things with Jared were
also beginning to fall into place and I felt truly in awe of his
world with all the beautiful places he was taking me. Stunning
gardens, museums, fancy restaurants and tonight I was escorting him
to a formal dinner and dance at the
Hyatt
Regency, one of Long Beach’s finest hotels and home to an exquisite
ballroom.
He looked so distinguished in
his black tux that I could fully appreciate the powerful and
influential businessman that he was during the week. But the way he
grinned at me when I had stepped out of the door in my new designer
dress he had insisted on buying me, he was every bit the sexy,
smoldering twenty-two year old I had grown to adore.
Grecian in style, the
dress was a striking blue that he said matched my eyes perfectly.
Floor length and held by a strap on only one shoulder, it had a
long slit that ran from the hem to the top of my thigh; stopping
just before my panty line. A glittering silver design weaved and
sparkled around my waist and a matching pattern adorned my shoulder
where the front attached to the back. A mischievous smile was
spread across Jared’s face and he struggled to keep his hands to
himself in the car on the ride over to the venue.
I’d been introduced to
some of California’s elite and although I felt extremely out of
place, Jared hadn’t left my side all evening and I had been holding
his arm tightly as we circulated the room. I thanked god for my
overbearing mother having sent me to dance classes as a teen,
because when the band started up, Jared had eagerly led me to the
dance floor where we danced effortlessly and easily to every tune
that was played. Ballroom dancing was something I had always
excelled at in class and I’d dropped all other styles just to focus
on it. If it hadn’t been for my sudden growth spurt, I could have
pursued it as a career but unfortunately, no sixteen year old boy
wants to dance with a girl who’s almost a foot taller than he is.
Gratefully I’d stopped increasing in height and stayed at a
comfortable five foot six while the boys who had originally snubbed
me as a partner shot up.
As we danced and mingled
with California’s finest, I became fully aware that I was a direct
reflection on Jared and tried to carry myself with elegance and
grace and be a little less Layla than usual.
Standing amongst a group
of large men who were considerably older than he was, Jared leaned
into my ear. “Stop worrying. You look stunning and everyone here
thinks so. They’ll think you’re as amazing as I do. Relax.” Kissing
me tenderly on the cheek he grinned. A gong sounded and an
announcement was made that everyone should take their seats for
dinner.
Sitting at the table I
was surrounded by businessmen in designer tuxedos. Jared sat on my
right and placed a possessive arm around my shoulder, letting
everyone at the table know I was his and his alone. The gesture
excited and thrilled me. Knowing that he felt strongly enough about
us to be so openly attentive was endearing. The food was truly
spectacular and according to the menu, it was being prepared by
Renee Dupree, a well-respected and highly praised chef. Jared had
taken the liberty of ordering for me and I dined on the finest
chicken
tagliatelle
of my life. Mindful that people would be watching
how I carried myself during dinner, I carefully ate my food, slowly
and with as much elegance as I could. Jared was seemingly engrossed
in conversation with several men at our table who were looking for
investors in some of their new building projects. Leaning into the
table he rested one hand on his glass and the other on my leg,
squeezing and rubbing it suggestively.
I continued to eat and
tried desperately to hide the arousal that was building inside me
as his hand caressed my thigh. I let out a small moan and his eyes
immediately darted to me. My cheeks immediately colored as he
leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Was that vocal praise for your
meal or something a little more carnal? Because either way, I like
it.”
Placing my hand on his
underneath the table I smiled wickedly. “I guess you’ll never
know.”
“
Is that a challenge my
lady? Because I am more than happy to rise to it in every sense of
the word.”
I bit my bottom lip as a
thrill of anticipation ran through me. Leaning into the table I
decided to play his tempting game. Addressing one of the gentlemen
Jared had been conversing with, I began asking about his project to
build a new mini mall aimed purely at students and their interests.
“So Mr. Trent, tell me, this new building project you’re proposing,
you say it’s mostly aimed at the growing student population in Long
Beach. I think that’s a wonderful concept. However, I’m concerned
that with the current economic crisis and hardships faced by those
studying these days, your new stores and restaurants will be left
desolate due to the insufficient finances available to students
such as myself. How do you plan on appealing to us on a consumer
level?”
Jared’s eyes widened and
he had a look of surprise as though he were amazed that I knew so
much about such subjects. But a distinct smile of what I hoped was
pride was now very visible and he immediately moved his hand from
my leg to my back in a supportive gesture.
Mr. Trent cleared his
throat and smiled at me. “Well, that’s a very good question Miss
Jennings and something my development team and I have been poring
over for a while. I would very much like to get your insight on the
matter if you are willing of course. I can arrange a dinner
perhaps? Jared, old boy, we should arrange it. Have your assistant
check your schedule and call me. This charming young lady is an
absolute delight. How on earth did
you
manage to catch such a creature
Garrett?”
Tracing his fingertips up
and down my bare spine, Jared grinned at him. “I didn’t know what
hit me Arthur. She was truly a wonderful surprise. And I’d have to
agree, she is spectacular.” His hand returned to my thigh and he
gently slid his fingers through the split in the side of my
dress.
I gasped as he softly
caressed the lining of my lace panties which were hugging my hip
snuggly. He hardly batted an eyelash as he listened intently to the
conversations across the table, making comments where required. I
squirmed in my seat as his hand travelled down and over the inside
of my thigh. Hooking his foot over mine beneath the table he firmly
pulled it towards him and parted my legs. His hand darted between
them and my body began to react quickly to the feel of his touch
against my sex.
His finger softly stroked
back and forth over my cotton panties teasingly. Closing my eyes I
bit down on my lip, trying to maintain my composure but the
darkness I saw in his eyes revealed that he was extremely aroused.
Seizing my opportunity I ran my fingers over his zipper and tugged
at it. Removing his free hand from his glass he grabbed my wrist
and lifted my hand to his lips, running them across my bare
knuckles before kissing them gently. His eyes met mine and he shook
his head slightly in warning. He would deny me my fun yet he
continued to torture me under the cover of our table. Slightly
irritated, I shifted in my seat in an attempt to stand but his hand
pressed firmly into my thigh, keeping me pinned to the
chair.
Pulling my panties aside,
he slid his finger up and down the slit of my sex teasingly. I
stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously going to do this here?
Now? I got my answer as the next thing I felt were two of fingers
sliding inside me, as he began to rub my throbbing clit with the
pad of his thumb. I jolted in my seat, startled, which earned me a
concerned look from the other members of our dinner
party.
“
Are you quite alright my
dear?” Mr. Kent was regarding me with curiosity. Swallowing hard I
tried to sound as unflustered as possible. “Oh yes, sorry. I’m just
a little cold. Had a slight chill but I’m fine now.” Placing his
mouth against my ear Jared growled low and hungrily. “I’d say
you’re a little hot myself; you’re positively scorching.” He nipped
gently on my earlobe with his teeth and I moaned deep in my throat.
His hand moved rhythmically over my sex, his wet fingers sliding in
and out as I grew more and more aroused. I was practically drooling
as his thumb brushed against my clit, driving me into a
frenzy.
Cupping me in his hand,
he pushed his fingers deeper and I felt the tips brush against my
g-spot. A shock of pleasure rippled through me as my orgasm built,
growing closer and closer with every stroke of his tempting digits.
My chest rose and fell sharply as I had to try frantically to mask
my panting. Jared’s demeanor was cool and calm but his eyes were
showing me just how excited he was. Hooded and dark, I could see
the lust blazing inside them. He was just as hot and I could
imagine he was probably in agony as his solid hard cock pressed
against his slacks, begging to be released. My heart was hammering
so hard beneath my ribcage that I could feel my body pulsate with
every thundering beat. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins
knowing that we could be caught at any moment and with my orgasm
building, there was a very distinct possibility that I wouldn’t be
able to control myself enough to be quiet.
Feeling the urgency of my
release growing, I leaned into Jared’s shoulder and his head
immediately turned to me. A wicked smile on his lips, he leaned
over to my right ear, allowing me the chance to hide my face by
nuzzling into his neck and out of sight of our present company.
“Let go baby. Come for me, right here, right now in my hands. Do it
for me.” With one last thrust of his fingers I was tipped over the
edge as my orgasm came crashing down inside me. My insides
convulsed as pulsating waves of pleasure caused my back to arch
which Jared masked by shielding me from view with his broad
shoulders and back. I bit down on his shoulder groaning softly as I
tried to calm my ragged breathing. Placing a gentle kiss behind my
ear he smiled against my skin. “Good girl.”
Withdrawing his hand, he
sat back in his chair, took a napkin from the table and began to
wipe his hand beneath it. Giving me a satisfied grin he folded it
up neatly and placed it in his pocket. I shifted in my seat,
uncomfortably aware that I was flustered and was no doubt a deep
shade of crimson. Getting to my feet I excused myself and headed to
the ladies to clean up. I gazed at myself in the mirror and tried
to calm myself as my cheeks continued to glow and flush a dazzling
shade of pink. What the hell was that about? When I returned to the
table Jared was standing against the far wall with his cell to his
ear. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but his face was visibly
twisted with rage.
Hanging up, he walked
over and took my hand. Apologizing to our fellow diners for the
interruption, he said his goodbyes and informed Mr. Kent that he
would be in touch about the dinner date. His hand resting on my
lower back, Jared guided me out of the building and back to the
car. “What was that call about? You seem distressed.”
Shaking his head firmly,
his mouth pressed into a hard line. “Nothing for you to concern
yourself with. Just something I have to get sorted out. It’s
nothing for you to worry about.”
Deciding not to press him
for information while he was still so irritated, I remained silent
as we approached his car. He had hired a chauffeur for the evening
and I was pleased to have him next to me in the back seat for a
change where his attention could be on us rather than driving.
Holding out his hand he assisted me into the back before sliding in
behind me.
His thumb brushed back
and forth over my knuckles as we sat side by side with my hand
resting on his knee. Leaning forward, I knocked on the glass that
separated us from our driver. “Would you be so kind as to take us
for a drive around the city? I do love Long Beach at
night.”
“
Of course madam. Just
inform me when you are ready to return home.” The dark glass glided
back up, leaving us totally alone. Returning to my seat I glanced
at Jared, who had a very puzzled look on his face. “What was that
about?”
“
I could ask you the same
thing Mr. Garrett. That was a very risky game you played in there
tonight. We could have been caught.”
Leaning over to me, he
brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek with his
thumb. “Oh darling, if there were any chance of that I wouldn’t
have done it. But I certainly enjoyed it. Dinner and a show. And
what a performance you gave Miss Jennings. I demand an
encore.”
Happy to oblige, I jumped
onto his lap and straddled him firmly between my thighs. Unbuckling
his belt, I leaned against his chest and placed a soft kiss on his
lips. I could feel his erection press against my ass as it rested
firmly against his perfectly tailored slacks. The fabric pulled
taut against the zipper and in one swift movement I lifted up and
released his hard, temptingly solid cock from its restraints. His
hands slid around my back and he pulled me determinedly against
him. Kissing me deeply, his tongue darted into my mouth seeking
mine. He tasted of delicious mint and chocolate which was still
lingering from the perfectly sculpted soufflé he had eaten for
dessert. The smell of the leather seats paired with the scent of
Jared’s sweet cologne was a heady combination and my arousal began
to build once more. Uncontrollable lust was taking control of my
body as I leaned back and ripped his shirt open impatiently.
Buttons pinged and flew around the cabin but I was too caught up in
the moment to care. A small chuckle left his lips but I silenced it
quickly as I pressed my palms against his chest and kissed him
passionately and urgently.
also beginning to fall into place and I felt truly in awe of his
world with all the beautiful places he was taking me. Stunning
gardens, museums, fancy restaurants and tonight I was escorting him
to a formal dinner and dance at the
Hyatt
Regency, one of Long Beach’s finest hotels and home to an exquisite
ballroom.
He looked so distinguished in
his black tux that I could fully appreciate the powerful and
influential businessman that he was during the week. But the way he
grinned at me when I had stepped out of the door in my new designer
dress he had insisted on buying me, he was every bit the sexy,
smoldering twenty-two year old I had grown to adore.
Grecian in style, the
dress was a striking blue that he said matched my eyes perfectly.
Floor length and held by a strap on only one shoulder, it had a
long slit that ran from the hem to the top of my thigh; stopping
just before my panty line. A glittering silver design weaved and
sparkled around my waist and a matching pattern adorned my shoulder
where the front attached to the back. A mischievous smile was
spread across Jared’s face and he struggled to keep his hands to
himself in the car on the ride over to the venue.
I’d been introduced to
some of California’s elite and although I felt extremely out of
place, Jared hadn’t left my side all evening and I had been holding
his arm tightly as we circulated the room. I thanked god for my
overbearing mother having sent me to dance classes as a teen,
because when the band started up, Jared had eagerly led me to the
dance floor where we danced effortlessly and easily to every tune
that was played. Ballroom dancing was something I had always
excelled at in class and I’d dropped all other styles just to focus
on it. If it hadn’t been for my sudden growth spurt, I could have
pursued it as a career but unfortunately, no sixteen year old boy
wants to dance with a girl who’s almost a foot taller than he is.
Gratefully I’d stopped increasing in height and stayed at a
comfortable five foot six while the boys who had originally snubbed
me as a partner shot up.
As we danced and mingled
with California’s finest, I became fully aware that I was a direct
reflection on Jared and tried to carry myself with elegance and
grace and be a little less Layla than usual.
Standing amongst a group
of large men who were considerably older than he was, Jared leaned
into my ear. “Stop worrying. You look stunning and everyone here
thinks so. They’ll think you’re as amazing as I do. Relax.” Kissing
me tenderly on the cheek he grinned. A gong sounded and an
announcement was made that everyone should take their seats for
dinner.
Sitting at the table I
was surrounded by businessmen in designer tuxedos. Jared sat on my
right and placed a possessive arm around my shoulder, letting
everyone at the table know I was his and his alone. The gesture
excited and thrilled me. Knowing that he felt strongly enough about
us to be so openly attentive was endearing. The food was truly
spectacular and according to the menu, it was being prepared by
Renee Dupree, a well-respected and highly praised chef. Jared had
taken the liberty of ordering for me and I dined on the finest
chicken
tagliatelle
of my life. Mindful that people would be watching
how I carried myself during dinner, I carefully ate my food, slowly
and with as much elegance as I could. Jared was seemingly engrossed
in conversation with several men at our table who were looking for
investors in some of their new building projects. Leaning into the
table he rested one hand on his glass and the other on my leg,
squeezing and rubbing it suggestively.
I continued to eat and
tried desperately to hide the arousal that was building inside me
as his hand caressed my thigh. I let out a small moan and his eyes
immediately darted to me. My cheeks immediately colored as he
leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Was that vocal praise for your
meal or something a little more carnal? Because either way, I like
it.”
Placing my hand on his
underneath the table I smiled wickedly. “I guess you’ll never
know.”
“
Is that a challenge my
lady? Because I am more than happy to rise to it in every sense of
the word.”
I bit my bottom lip as a
thrill of anticipation ran through me. Leaning into the table I
decided to play his tempting game. Addressing one of the gentlemen
Jared had been conversing with, I began asking about his project to
build a new mini mall aimed purely at students and their interests.
“So Mr. Trent, tell me, this new building project you’re proposing,
you say it’s mostly aimed at the growing student population in Long
Beach. I think that’s a wonderful concept. However, I’m concerned
that with the current economic crisis and hardships faced by those
studying these days, your new stores and restaurants will be left
desolate due to the insufficient finances available to students
such as myself. How do you plan on appealing to us on a consumer
level?”
Jared’s eyes widened and
he had a look of surprise as though he were amazed that I knew so
much about such subjects. But a distinct smile of what I hoped was
pride was now very visible and he immediately moved his hand from
my leg to my back in a supportive gesture.
Mr. Trent cleared his
throat and smiled at me. “Well, that’s a very good question Miss
Jennings and something my development team and I have been poring
over for a while. I would very much like to get your insight on the
matter if you are willing of course. I can arrange a dinner
perhaps? Jared, old boy, we should arrange it. Have your assistant
check your schedule and call me. This charming young lady is an
absolute delight. How on earth did
you
manage to catch such a creature
Garrett?”
Tracing his fingertips up
and down my bare spine, Jared grinned at him. “I didn’t know what
hit me Arthur. She was truly a wonderful surprise. And I’d have to
agree, she is spectacular.” His hand returned to my thigh and he
gently slid his fingers through the split in the side of my
dress.
I gasped as he softly
caressed the lining of my lace panties which were hugging my hip
snuggly. He hardly batted an eyelash as he listened intently to the
conversations across the table, making comments where required. I
squirmed in my seat as his hand travelled down and over the inside
of my thigh. Hooking his foot over mine beneath the table he firmly
pulled it towards him and parted my legs. His hand darted between
them and my body began to react quickly to the feel of his touch
against my sex.
His finger softly stroked
back and forth over my cotton panties teasingly. Closing my eyes I
bit down on my lip, trying to maintain my composure but the
darkness I saw in his eyes revealed that he was extremely aroused.
Seizing my opportunity I ran my fingers over his zipper and tugged
at it. Removing his free hand from his glass he grabbed my wrist
and lifted my hand to his lips, running them across my bare
knuckles before kissing them gently. His eyes met mine and he shook
his head slightly in warning. He would deny me my fun yet he
continued to torture me under the cover of our table. Slightly
irritated, I shifted in my seat in an attempt to stand but his hand
pressed firmly into my thigh, keeping me pinned to the
chair.
Pulling my panties aside,
he slid his finger up and down the slit of my sex teasingly. I
stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously going to do this here?
Now? I got my answer as the next thing I felt were two of fingers
sliding inside me, as he began to rub my throbbing clit with the
pad of his thumb. I jolted in my seat, startled, which earned me a
concerned look from the other members of our dinner
party.
“
Are you quite alright my
dear?” Mr. Kent was regarding me with curiosity. Swallowing hard I
tried to sound as unflustered as possible. “Oh yes, sorry. I’m just
a little cold. Had a slight chill but I’m fine now.” Placing his
mouth against my ear Jared growled low and hungrily. “I’d say
you’re a little hot myself; you’re positively scorching.” He nipped
gently on my earlobe with his teeth and I moaned deep in my throat.
His hand moved rhythmically over my sex, his wet fingers sliding in
and out as I grew more and more aroused. I was practically drooling
as his thumb brushed against my clit, driving me into a
frenzy.
Cupping me in his hand,
he pushed his fingers deeper and I felt the tips brush against my
g-spot. A shock of pleasure rippled through me as my orgasm built,
growing closer and closer with every stroke of his tempting digits.
My chest rose and fell sharply as I had to try frantically to mask
my panting. Jared’s demeanor was cool and calm but his eyes were
showing me just how excited he was. Hooded and dark, I could see
the lust blazing inside them. He was just as hot and I could
imagine he was probably in agony as his solid hard cock pressed
against his slacks, begging to be released. My heart was hammering
so hard beneath my ribcage that I could feel my body pulsate with
every thundering beat. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins
knowing that we could be caught at any moment and with my orgasm
building, there was a very distinct possibility that I wouldn’t be
able to control myself enough to be quiet.
Feeling the urgency of my
release growing, I leaned into Jared’s shoulder and his head
immediately turned to me. A wicked smile on his lips, he leaned
over to my right ear, allowing me the chance to hide my face by
nuzzling into his neck and out of sight of our present company.
“Let go baby. Come for me, right here, right now in my hands. Do it
for me.” With one last thrust of his fingers I was tipped over the
edge as my orgasm came crashing down inside me. My insides
convulsed as pulsating waves of pleasure caused my back to arch
which Jared masked by shielding me from view with his broad
shoulders and back. I bit down on his shoulder groaning softly as I
tried to calm my ragged breathing. Placing a gentle kiss behind my
ear he smiled against my skin. “Good girl.”
Withdrawing his hand, he
sat back in his chair, took a napkin from the table and began to
wipe his hand beneath it. Giving me a satisfied grin he folded it
up neatly and placed it in his pocket. I shifted in my seat,
uncomfortably aware that I was flustered and was no doubt a deep
shade of crimson. Getting to my feet I excused myself and headed to
the ladies to clean up. I gazed at myself in the mirror and tried
to calm myself as my cheeks continued to glow and flush a dazzling
shade of pink. What the hell was that about? When I returned to the
table Jared was standing against the far wall with his cell to his
ear. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but his face was visibly
twisted with rage.
Hanging up, he walked
over and took my hand. Apologizing to our fellow diners for the
interruption, he said his goodbyes and informed Mr. Kent that he
would be in touch about the dinner date. His hand resting on my
lower back, Jared guided me out of the building and back to the
car. “What was that call about? You seem distressed.”
Shaking his head firmly,
his mouth pressed into a hard line. “Nothing for you to concern
yourself with. Just something I have to get sorted out. It’s
nothing for you to worry about.”
Deciding not to press him
for information while he was still so irritated, I remained silent
as we approached his car. He had hired a chauffeur for the evening
and I was pleased to have him next to me in the back seat for a
change where his attention could be on us rather than driving.
Holding out his hand he assisted me into the back before sliding in
behind me.
His thumb brushed back
and forth over my knuckles as we sat side by side with my hand
resting on his knee. Leaning forward, I knocked on the glass that
separated us from our driver. “Would you be so kind as to take us
for a drive around the city? I do love Long Beach at
night.”
“
Of course madam. Just
inform me when you are ready to return home.” The dark glass glided
back up, leaving us totally alone. Returning to my seat I glanced
at Jared, who had a very puzzled look on his face. “What was that
about?”
“
I could ask you the same
thing Mr. Garrett. That was a very risky game you played in there
tonight. We could have been caught.”
Leaning over to me, he
brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek with his
thumb. “Oh darling, if there were any chance of that I wouldn’t
have done it. But I certainly enjoyed it. Dinner and a show. And
what a performance you gave Miss Jennings. I demand an
encore.”
Happy to oblige, I jumped
onto his lap and straddled him firmly between my thighs. Unbuckling
his belt, I leaned against his chest and placed a soft kiss on his
lips. I could feel his erection press against my ass as it rested
firmly against his perfectly tailored slacks. The fabric pulled
taut against the zipper and in one swift movement I lifted up and
released his hard, temptingly solid cock from its restraints. His
hands slid around my back and he pulled me determinedly against
him. Kissing me deeply, his tongue darted into my mouth seeking
mine. He tasted of delicious mint and chocolate which was still
lingering from the perfectly sculpted soufflé he had eaten for
dessert. The smell of the leather seats paired with the scent of
Jared’s sweet cologne was a heady combination and my arousal began
to build once more. Uncontrollable lust was taking control of my
body as I leaned back and ripped his shirt open impatiently.
Buttons pinged and flew around the cabin but I was too caught up in
the moment to care. A small chuckle left his lips but I silenced it
quickly as I pressed my palms against his chest and kissed him
passionately and urgently.
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