Everything He Demands (3 page)

“
Take
your
time
with
the
food,
”
Rock
said
to
the
waiter,
his
tone
brooking
no
argument.

I
knew
the
command
would
be
heeded
as
all
Rock's
orders
were.

“
Hmm.
You've
done
this
before,
I
guess,
”
I
said
in
a
shaky
voice,
chewing
a
piece
of
bread
that
seemed
stuck
in
my
throat.

“
Never.
I've
never
been
with
a
woman
who
made
me
want
to.
”
Rock's
gaze
smoldered
with
desire.

“
Oh.
”
I
put
the
bread
down,
all
thoughts
of
eating
gone.

“
I
want
you
against
the
wall.
”
His
tone
had
grown
terse
as
he
took
my
hand
and
gently
pulled
me
up.
My
legs
threatened
to
buckle
as
he
stood
beside
me.

“
But
what
if
—
?
”

“
Don't
worry
about
anything.
I
could
buy
Gino's
if
I
wanted
to.
Any
damage
will
be
minor.
”

I
wasn't
sure
about
that.

He
pulled
me
into
his
arms,
kissing
me
hard
even
as
he
backed
me
up
toward
the
wall.
His
hands
were
all
over
me,
tangled
in
my
hair
and
then
down
the
front
of
my
dress
as
if
he
couldn't
stand
not
to
touch
me.

I
moaned
with
arousal,
my
whole
body
flushed
with
heat.
I
wanted
him
inside
me,
and
I
didn't
care
if
anyone
walked
in.
The
control
he
had
over
me
frightened
me
a
bit,
but
I
couldn't
think
coherently
about
it
with
his
hand
against
my
ass.

I
hit
the
wall
with
a
thud.
His
fingers
behind
my
head
e
nsured
that
only
my
back
and
butt
made
contact.
I
gasped.

“
You
okay?
”
He
released
me
from
the
kiss,
his
voice
ragged.

“
Yeah.
I
think
so.
”

“
Good.
”
He
whipped
his
jacket
off
and
left
me
there
against
the
wall,
gaping.
He
sauntered
back
to
our
table.
“
I
love
olive
oil.
It's so smooth and...healthy.” He leered at me.

My God. What is he going to think of to do with olive oil?

But I had some ideas.

“
Don't
you?
”
Rock
grabbed
the
bowl
and
scooted
a
chair
near
me.
He
set
the
dish
down
and
unfastened
his
pants,
letting
them
fall
to
the
ground
around
his
ankles.

“
Yes,
”
I
squeaked.

He pursed his lips as if unsure whether to believe me. “
Get
on
your
knees.
”

I
complied,
having
to
hike
my
dress
up
a
bit
to
do
so.
My
pussy
tingled
at
the
sight
of
his
cock
outlined
against
his
silky
boxer
briefs.
I
briefly
felt
self
-
conscious
that
I'd
only
managed
to
sponge
off
and
freshen
up
in
the
lavatory
on
the
plane.
The
scent
of
his
cologne
and
of
sex
still
clung
to
me.

As
if
he
were
reading
my
mind
with
that
uncanny
ability
I'd
seen
in
him
before,
Rock
whispered,
“
I
want
you
just
like
you
are,
and
I'm
not
waiting
till
after
we
eat
dinner.
”

I
closed
my
eyes
at
the
intensity
in
his
voice.

“
I
want
you
to
look
at
me
when
you
take
my
cock
into
your
mouth.
”
His
words
were
harsh.
“
But
not
yet.
I
have
other
ideas
first.
Come
closer,
Lacey.
”

Arousal
rushed
through
me.

There
were
a
few
feet
between
us,
so
I
had
to
scoot
toward
him
on
my
knees.
His
gaze
caught
mine,
and
heat
prickled
my
body.
I
stopped
less
than
twelve
inches
from
him.
 
His
cock
was
level
with
my
face.

Slowly
and
deliberately,
he
reached
for
the
dish
with
the
oil
in
it.
My
heart
thumped
madly,
and
I
wondered
if
I'd
have
a
stroke.
I'd
never
been
so
hot
and
in
turmoil.
What
if
someone
walked
in
on
us?

Rock
slathered
oil
on
his
palms,
a
wicked
grin
on
his
face.
“
Perfect.
”
He
took
his
cock
in
hand
and
began
stroking
it.
He
bit
his
lip,
never
breaking
his
stare
into
my
eyes.

I
moaned
softly
at
the
sight
of
his
long
fingers
on
his
cock.

“
Touch
your
pussy,
Lacey.
Show
me
how
wet
you
are.
”

I
hurried
to
comply
with
him,
tugging
my
dress
up
where
he
could
see
my
tiny
panties
and
garters.
I
slipped
my
fingers
inside
the
lacy
strip
of
fabric,
finding
my
clit.
I
bit
my
lip,
circling
the
nubbin.