Followed by a Stranger (BILLIONAIRE BEHAVING BADLY SERIES Book 3) (4 page)

REBECCA

Andrew was nursing a pretty serious hurt.
 
After our conversation at the top of the art
gallery he seemed to withdraw into himself.
 
I didn’t like to see him so quiet, knowing I was responsible for
dredging up old feelings, but I didn’t regret asking him about his
motivations.
 
I wanted him to see that
his rule was inhibiting him finding a real connection.
 
He might deny that he wanted that but I could
see the fear in his eyes when he talked about it.
 
He was just like me; probably burnt by a past
relationship and allowing that damage to impact the way he was living his life,
and not for the better.

We decided against going up the
Shard.
 
The mood had changed so I
suggested going back to my place, mainly so Andrew could collect his things,
but when we arrived he came in and stood awkwardly in hallway.
 

“Shall I make us tea?” I asked,
sensing he didn’t want to leave immediately, despite his driver waiting outside.

“Yeah.
Thanks,” he said, following me into
the kitchen.
 
He seemed uncertain, almost
uncomfortable in his own skin, so I chattered aimlessly about a project I’d
been asked to lead at work and a holiday I had planned with Marnie and Abbey.
 
When I turned to pass him his tea he was
staring at me intently.
 

“Are you okay?” I asked, knowing that
he wasn’t but that he would probably deny it anyway.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Andrew replied,
shaking his head a little and forcing a smile onto his face.
 
I was filled with tenderness for him;
dangerous feelings.
 
I rested the tea on
the counter and put my hand against his cheek.
 
Andrew closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
 

When he opened them, his gaze was
filled with liquid heat and before I could react he was on me, hands in my
hair, lips pressed roughly to mine, body forcing us both backwards until my
back hit the counter hard enough to bruise.
 
He felt desperate in his intensity, mouth moving so deep and hard I
thought I tasted blood.
 
Everything was clawing
and feverish between us; right and wrong, bitter and sweet, filled with hurt
and longing.
 
I held his face between my
hands, and then grasped his shoulders, feeling the coiled strength in his
muscles and the burning heat of his body.
 
He hoisted me up by the thighs, carrying me towards my bedroom with a
fierce haste that told me so much.
 
This
was about more than just sex otherwise he wouldn’t be breaking his own
rule.
 
I’d poked at his vulnerabilities
and woken up a man who was raw with hurt and angry with me too.
 
I could feel it in the roughness of his touch
as he cast me onto the bed and grabbed at the waistband of my jeans, pinching
the skin of my stomach as he fumbled with the fastenings and pulled them
off.
 
I was burning with desire for him, lost
in my lust and in the darkness of his pain and mine.
 
I wanted to give him everything he needed to
ease his suffering, but I was terrified too.
 
With every part of my clothing he removed, I felt another layer of
self-protection removed.
 
I knew I’d be
sore when he finished with me; between my legs and in my heart.
 
Even knowing all that, I couldn’t find it
within myself to deny him or fight against my own desperate longing.
 

Andrew undressed himself with the
same frenzy, yanking off his sweater and pushing his jeans and underwear down
in one, avoiding my eyes that watched his every move.
 
When we were finally both naked, he flipped
me over with rough hands and climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs and pressing
me down.
 
Face in the quilt, I could feel
the jerkiness of his breathing as he paused, seconds of helplessness that
seemed to stall the beats in my chest.
 
Then I felt his hands on my wrists, palms gripping tightly as he pulled
them up above my head, laying one on the other.
 
“Keep them there,” he breathed into my ear.
 
If you move them I’ll stop.”

His words were always the thing that
made me lose my mind, taking me into a place where my inhibitions were
forgotten; white noise that blocked everything out.
 
His hand in my hair was tender, stroking over
the long loose strands that were tangled at my neck and back and partially
concealing my face.
 
Firm fingers traced
the line of my neck, following it down over the bumps of my spine to the small
of my back, then up where it curved into my bottom. He didn’t stop.
 
When he traced the seam of my arse until his
fingers touched my wetness I exhaled loud and long, but he did nothing more
than graze my flesh.
 
The bed depressed
as he placed his hands next to my shoulders and leant in to press kisses
against my neck and lick a slow trail, following the path of his fingers.
 
His breath was hot, then cold as it hit the
wetness his mouth had left behind, and I couldn’t keep still.
 
As his tongue licked closer to my bottom I
started to squirm in earnest, and he reached beneath me to pinch a nipple in
response.
 
“Still, Rebecca.
 
Or I won’t give you what you want.”

Holding myself as motionless as
possible I waited, panting, desperate for more and scared of where he might
go.
 
I’d experienced what Andrew was
capable of in all its filthy glory.
 
He
knew what to do to my body to extract the most ferocious orgasms I’d ever
experienced, even at my own hand, but it took everything I had in me to succumb
to the level of submission he sought.
 

His fingers held my nipple more
softly, gently rolling it while his hot breath gusted against my shoulder blade
and the tip of his heavy cock rested between my thighs.
 
It was as though he was swimming in the
quagmire of his own thoughts, toying with me while he processed what he was
doing.

Breaking
his own
rule.

I wondered if, in the cold light of
day, he would feel worse after this or better.
 

“I can feel you trembling, Rebecca.”
I shook my head.
 
“Yes,” he breathed with
utter determination in his low voice.
 
I decided
not to deny it again, remaining still because I knew that if I voiced the
truth, that it was him who was shaking, then the intricately woven spell stretched
thinly between us would be broken.

His fingers moved to caress the skin
of my side, from the inside of my outstretched arms and over my ribs, to the
curve of my hip, in the most teasing of ways.
 
Soft strokes before harsh words.

“You like asking questions, don’t
you, Rebecca?
 
You like digging around to
see what you can push to the surface.
 
And now that you’ve got me riled up, what are you going to do with
me?”
 
His weight was almost entirely resting
on me, heavy and powerful, making me feel tiny and utterly at his mercy.
 

“Nothing,” I whispered.

“Nothing?”
 
His mouth was right against my ear, and he took the soft fleshy lobe
between his teeth and bit down.

I gasped and nodded and he laughed
darkly in response.
 
“Not
‘nothing’
, Rebecca.
 
You’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you?”
 
As he spoke his hand slipped under my throat
and gripped as his cock kicked with arousal against my leg.
 
“Such a bad little girl you are,” he purred,
squeezing just slightly and canting his hips.
 
“Making me break my rule.
 
Is that what you wanted?
 
I’d have fucked you anyway if you’d asked
nicely…maybe.”
 

I shook my head again and felt his
mouth press wetly against my neck, sucking hard enough for me to moan, and I
could barely breathe, but I didn’t care.
 
I wanted him so much that I’d be as submissive as he wanted, even though
I craved the connection that came from looking into his eyes, the soft touch of
his lips on mine.
 
I wanted to hold him
close while he fucked into me.
 
I wanted
to watch our bodies join for the last time so I could fold those memories away
into a safe place to bring out at a point in the future when I was less
damaged.

His hips shifted to the side, legs
nudging mine apart and I felt the weight of his cock slip over my thigh until
the hot head of it nudged where I was wet and ready.
 
One thrust and he’d be inside me.
 
One thrust and I’d probably come, I was that
strung out on the slow deliberateness of his movements and the way he mastered
my body.

“Stay still and I’ll push inside
you.”
 
I did as he said, holding my
breath, squeezing my already closed eyelids.

 
Waiting.
 

Waiting.

Andrew’s hand slipped under my hips,
tugging upwards, and then he pushed just a little.
 
It was only enough for the tip to enter me
before he pulled out again, but the stretching at the entrance of my pussy felt
amazing.
 
I was so wet that there was no
resistance as he continued to push in and pull out, slipping in my arousal, but
never deeper than that first penetration.
 
The temptation to push back against him was great but I held still,
knowing he was waiting for me to break.
 
His finger slipped over my clit, through my labia and up again; all
maddeningly slow.
 

Stroke, thrust, slip, thrust, circle,
thrust
, all punctuated by his slow breathing against
the back of my neck.
 

“Good girl,” he said, pushing in a
little bit further.
 
“You’re learning
aren’t you Rebecca?
 
Learning how to get
what you want from me.
 
Fuck, your
pussy’s so hot and tight.”
 
The next
thrust was deep and my teeth clanked in my mouth, but instead of it being the
start of things, it was the end.
 
Andrew
pulled all the way out and pushed up on his arms, allowing me enough room to
take a few deep breaths before he dragged me up onto my hands and knees.
 
He was behind me, still, looking at my spread
pussy.
 
His hands grasped my ass,
pressing tightly into the flesh.
 
“Do you
have a vibrator, Rebecca?”

I did, hidden in the back of my
underwear drawer under my time-of-the-month pants, still in its box.
 
It had been a spur of the moment purchase
just before I discovered Jonathan’s indiscretions and I hadn’t been feeling
much like pleasuring myself, until Andrew.
 
The prospect of him using it on me was arousing, but like much of the
sex we’d had, it had an edge of fear that sharpened it.
 

“What are you going to do?” I asked
quietly, hanging my head low so my face was concealed by the curtain of my
hair.

“I’m going to make you come,
baby.
 
So hard.
 
Don’t you want that?”

I nodded.
 
I was practically manic from wanting it.

“Tell me where it is.”

“Top drawer.
At the back on the
left.”

“Stay here,” he said, as the bed rose
and his footsteps thumped against the floor.
 

I didn’t move, not even a little bit,
as I heard him slide the drawer open and rummage around.
 
“Nice panty collection,” he said, with a
smile in his voice which quickly changed.
 
“Rebecca, this vibrator is still in its box!”

I heard him tear the packaging.
 
More footsteps told me he was coming around
the side of the bed.
 
“Lick it, Rebecca,”
he whispered.
  
“Make it nice and wet.”

The vibrator was thrust towards my
face, and I took it into my mouth, tasting the rubber but doing as he
asked.
 
“That’s it.
 
I want it to slip in nice and easy.”
 
Removing it from my mouth, his footsteps retreated.
 
The cool implement touched my opening,
pressing just slightly as he ran a hand over my arse as though he was calming a
skittish animal.
 
“Remember, stay still
and I’ll give you what you want.”

He pushed it in further, the coolness
of it biting against my heated flesh.
 
It
felt totally alien, too hard and too big but the thought of Andrew wielding it
and watching it penetrate me was almost enough to push me over the edge.
 
Twisting it slightly, he pushed it all the
way in.
 
“Hold it in yourself,” he
ordered and I did as he asked, sliding one hand between my legs to find the end
of it, grazing his fingers as he let go.
 
“Pump it,” he growled.
 
“Let me
see you fuck yourself with it.”
 
My face
flushed with embarrassment and arousal as I did as he asked, imagining what it
must look like from where he was sitting.