Deceitfully Yours (3 page)

Kylie

Jude walks through the archway into the bedroom area. He doesn’t pull me in after him, but he doesn’t need to. I follow willingly.

He
turns on one dim lamp, steps in front of me, and strips. I mean he looks me straight in the eyes and dares me to break eye contact to watch him baring his body. And I really want to watch. I want to see if he looks as fantastic as I’ve imagined, but I can’t seem to move my gaze from his. He’s testing me. He wants to see how much he can control me without words, and it works, because I follow the guidance in his intense gaze. Only, I never meant to give in to him so easily. I thought I was stronger, that I’d make him work hard for my obedience, but the second we walked into this room, I was his

He moves his fingers up my arm then down until they rest between my breasts. His hypnotizing gaze finally breaks away from mine. Instead he watches as he slowly pushes the top of my dress down over my breasts. The lacey material of my strapless bra grazes my nipples as he drags it down, causing them to stiffen. My breath quickens as his fingers circle
around the edge of my nipples without touching them. They ache to be touched, licked, pinched…anything would be better than this slow seduction of the mind.

He moves in closer, and the excitement causes my heart to race. He moves his tongue across my neck
, then travels down as he removes my bra. He cups my breasts in his hands and gazes at them with heated eyes. The moment his lips attach to the throbbing peak, my back arches and I moan softly.

He lightly flicks his tongue over one nipple while pinching the other. I’m not sure if I like the soft caress of his tongue better than the painful pinch of his finger, but the mixture of sensations fog
s my brain. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling hard on the strands. He gets off on the pain because he responds with a muffled growl and becomes more aggressive. He cups my ass, crushing me against his body. He bites down on my nipple, causing me to yelp as he lifts me up and places me on the top of the dresser. His bulging erection presses against my soaked satin panties. I wish the barrier between us would disappear so he could be where I need him the most.

I ignited something in him
, because he continues to bite on my breast and neck while hiking my dress up over my hips. He hooks his fingers in the thin band of my panties, and I lift up so he can drag them down my legs. He pulls me to the edge of the dresser with two strong hands wrapped around my outer thighs. His warm flesh presses against my aching center, and I want it now. I pull on him with my hands and legs, urging him to do it, but I know he’s going to take me on his own terms.

He pulls back and stares into my eyes as he slips his finger into me. He pushes in slow and deep
, then adds another finger, working me hard and fast, and all while he watches my reactions to his master manipulations. I try to hold back my moan and be as unemotional as he is, but when he hooks his fingers inside me, I lose that battle.

“Umm…” I plant my palms on the dresser and push my hips into his thrusting fingers. He presses his lips against my ear and says in a gruff voice, “Once I push my cock into this tight
little pussy, it’s like you signing your name on a contract. Your screams, moans, and cries will all belong to me. I will control your pleasure and your pain, and you’ll beg me for your orgasms.”

I don’t know this man. He could be sadistic pervert, but I’m not in control now. I’ve let carnal pleasure override all common sense, and I’m ready to jump over the edge into insanity
for this man. He pulls back and gives me a dark look that sends chills of excitement up my spine. Even though my mind is telling me I’m having the wrong reactions, I don’t care. Fear does not factor into this scenario because I can’t bring myself to fear something that makes me feel alive, makes me want stronger than I’ve ever thought possible.

He continues to stroke me with his finger while rolling his thumb over my swollen clit. Beads of sweat form on my skin as the ache increases.

“Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?” he asks.

I nod because I fear I’m incapable of speech. I understand this is not going to be like anything I’ve ever experienced. What I can’t understand is how his voice is so calm when I’m on the edge of something explosive. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper from the loss. I watch under heavy eyelids as he reaches
for his pants and pulls a condom out of the back pocket.

As he steps back to roll it over his straining cock, I get my first glimpse of his body. He’s overwhelmingly provocative. Larger and more dominating than I expected. His shoulders are wide
, and the steely contours of his chest are just as hard as the tight, flat muscles of his abdomen. He’s all masculine strength, and power radiates off his lightly bronzed skin. His fingers tremble as he rolls the latex over his massive erection.
Oh…that’s not going to fit in me.

He spreads my legs, his fingers dig into my thighs, and his breathing is ragged. He’s going to fuck me raw, and before I can reach out and hold him off, he slams into me with one thrust, filling me completely. The sting from his quick invasion sends jolts of pain and pleasure through my core. My head jerks back, hitting the mirror. My brain doesn’t register the pain
for too long because every cell in my body focuses on the incredible stretch of his cock inside of me. He shifts, and I groan from the incredible pressure.

“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “Relax and don’t shut down
on me. Let me show you how a little pain can heighten your pleasure.”

He pulls out slowly then thrust
s back in one sharp motion. My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes begin to tear up.

Oh God, he’s a lot more than I can handle.

“Do you need me to stop?” That’s what he asks, but what I hear is,
Do you give up?
There’s no way I came this close to having him to give up now. I shake my head and take a couple of deep breaths. This is even more intense then when I lost my virginity, and I realize the sex I’ve had is nothing in comparison to this. He makes me feel like I’ve never done this, and I want him to give me more. Teach me what it’s supposed to be like and make me feel things I’ve never imagined.

“You need a safe word.”

“Do I need to pick it now?”

“If you need me to stop, say red.”

I reach out and wipe the sweat that’s formed between his eyebrows and caress his face. “I’m ready,” I announce.

His grip on my thigh is ironclad, and he’s holding back with all he’s got.
“Are you sure?”

I hold his face between my hands and look into his eyes. “Fuck me,” I answer
. A spark goes off in his dark eyes. He grunts, then bursts into action, pounding into me at a breakneck pace.

“Oh God,” I cry out as my vision blurs and he consumes me. The twinges of
discomfort subside, and the pleasure increases swiftly. It strums through my body, putting all my senses on standby for what can only be an eruption. He closes his lips around my nipple, and my toes curl as I begin to tremble from the inside out. Just when I think I can’t take the intense sensations anymore, he nips my nipple with his teeth and rubs my throbbing clit with his finger, pushing me toward the release I need. My body quakes, my muscles tense, and I shriek loudly as I come with no care for anything except what this man can do to my body.

As I begin to come back to reality, I notice how hard the dresser is shaking and feel how slick Jude’s skin is underneath my fingertips. I try to look into his eyes, but his head is lowered and his eyes are trained to where his cock is thrusting savagely into me. His muscles jerk and tighten until it feels like I’m holding on to solid rock.

His grip on my waist tightens, he sighs raggedly, and that’s my only sign that he’s coming. He doesn’t moan or tremble as his cock throbs inside me and he fills the condom with his cum.

He heaves a breath then looks up with clouded eyes. He stares at me passionately
, and the need to taste him engulfs me. I lean in until I can feel his panting breaths against my lips, but just as I’m about to claim his lips, he steps back and abruptly disconnects us.

He rubs a hand behind his neck and looks away. He obviously avoided kissing me, and I don’t like the feeling that leaves in my gut.

“Go get cleaned up,” he says, then turns and walks out of the room. I knew this wasn’t going to be a typical relationship, but was it too much to want to bask in a moment of intimacy after what we just shared?

So much for staying emotionally detached.

I slide off the dresser and wade across the plush carpets into the restroom. Cleaning the traces of Jude off my body feels like a sin, but I jump in the shower anyway because I don’t need to get any attachments to a man who is incapable of a simple kiss after pushing everything he has into me.

Jude

This honeymoon suite is set up for romance and seduction.
Most of the furniture was here when I bought the hotel. Despite being old, they are still sturdy. The dresser I fucked Kylie on barely moved. This was the first time I’ve had sex with a woman in my hotel. I always keep my sexual relationships outside of work.

I pick her phone up off the table in the dining area and walk back through the archway to the bedroom. I open the bay doors that lead out onto a small balcony and look over the city.
I’m surprised she doesn’t have a password on her phone.

As much as I want to break her and mold her into the perfect submissive, she may be the one woman
who’s capable of breaking me. I can’t figure out what it is about her that has me so captivated. Sure, she’s beautiful, but she’s one of many beautiful women I’ve been with. I’m pretty sure she’s mentally corrupt and uses men, but sexually she’s innocent. I like that her eyes are wide open to the world around her and she isn’t naïve, but she’s never tapped into the real pleasure a man can give her, and I’m glad I’ll be the one who introduces her to it.

The shower cuts off, so I grab a pair of briefs and pull them on. I need some sort of barrier between us before I’m tempted to tie her to the bed and have my way with her all night long.

She walks out wrapped in a white towel, stops in the middle of the room, and drops it. I almost smile at her antics. Gone is the innocent woman who clung to me as I possessed her, and in walks the seductress. The woman who uses her looks to get what she wants is back. The problem is after a few more nights like this, I’m not so sure she won’t be able to get whatever she wants from me too.

She bends over and picks up her dress, and I look away. She has no idea she’s tempting an animal all too willing to devour her. She steps in behind me, pushes her body against my back, and
peeks over my shoulder.

“What are you doing with my phone?” she asks, surprised to find me with her phone in my hand.

“I entered my number, and there’s also an address to a doctor in here. You need to go there tomorrow and get tested. She’ll also put you on birth control.”

She snatches her phone out of my hand. “I’m already on the pill
.”

That’s good because the pill takes weeks to
become effective. Once I know she’s clean I can get rid of the condoms. “I’ll get tested also.” I turn to face her, and I’m glad she pulled the dress on. “I’m going to take you in every way possible, and that includes raw and dirty, with your wet flesh gripping onto my bare cock.” I watch as her breath quickens and her gaze drops to the ground. She’s not as bold as she pretends to be; she can barely handle dirty talk.

I walk out of the room, and she follows without being told. I stop at the doorway and say, “My address is also in your phone. I’ll be expecting you Thursday at five.”

“Thursday?” she asks without containing her disappointment.

“Thursday,” I repeat and run my fingers
through her wet hair. “It’s five days away. You’ll survive.” She looks down and nods before walking out the door, leaving behind her lingering scent.

********

I pull onto the empty night street leading to my place, and my phone immediately begins ringing. My mother’s voice booms through the speaker the moment I press Talk.

“Jude?”

“Mother,” I reply suspiciously.

“Don’t take that tone. I’m not calling to harass you.”

“Okay, so what are you calling me for?”

“Well, I’m finalizing the seating chart for your sister’s wedding, and I just wanted to be sure you’re bringing someone.”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Mom…” I try to warn her off with my tone, but my mother’s the one person who’s not intimidated by me.

“Jude, you’re
thirty-one years old, and I’ve yet to see you in a serious relationship.”

“You’ve seen me with plenty of women.”

“Every woman I’ve ever seen you with is like a placeholder. There’s no emotional connection between you. Most of the time you barely even speak to them.”

“This is sounding an awful lot like harassment to me.”

“Seriously, you can’t be alone forever. Your sister is six years younger than you are, and she beat you down the aisle.”

“I’m perfectly happy as I am. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be at Emma’s wedding with a date.”

“I do worry about you. You haven’t been the same since…” A few silent moments pass, and I know she’s going to hit me with something serious. “You know she invited him to the wedding?”

My blood chills, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I pull into my driveway. “Invited who?” I ask, but I already know.

“He’s your brother, and it’s only right he’s there. Maybe he’s changed.”

“Changed?
You think he’s changed? He’s incapable of change.”

“We at least owe him a chance.”

“We don’t owe him anything. He’s a user, and he’ll drag us down with him. If he shows his face at the wedding, I’m leaving.”

“Jude, you can’t make her choose between you
and your brother. She loves you both.”

“What’s there to choose between? The brother who’s been there for her all her life or the one
who pops up when he needs something?”

“Just give him a chance to prove—”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, and thanks for the nonharassing phone call.”

“Jude!” she shouts before I cut the line.

“What?” I snap.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I sigh. It’s just her evil-incarnate son I can’t stand. There are things about him she doesn’t know, and I’m not sure she’ll ever want to hear. If he shows back up in my life, things will take a bad turn.