Make Me (4 page)

Jodi tucked into the food as if she hadn’t eaten in a year, eating almost but not quite as much as he did. When she realized just how much food she had consumed, she felt guilty and embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a glutton.”

“Eat what you want. I like to see a woman who enjoys her food. It’s a big part of sensuality that’s been forgotten in the craze to be skinny.”

Jodi put her wine glass down. “That’s a sentence I would never have thought I’d hear from you.”

“Which?”

“I like to see a woman do anything. Or a man, for that matter.”

Cayson swallowed his last bite of pasta and took a swallow from his own glass. “Why? Because you think I’m a eunuch?”

He was so on target that she snorted. Could he have found that out from snooping on her computer? But she didn’t think she’d ever mentioned it anywhere, had only thought it. Jodi cleared her throat, surprised that they were having this conversation now. “I think you’re pretty asexual, yeah. I mean, seven years and not so much as a whiff of a girlfriend.”

“I’ve had other things on my mind, like building my business.”

“And flying.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still your average guy, sex wise, anyway.”

She laughed so abruptly she nearly choked on her garlic bread. “Yes, yes it does. An average guy your age over the past seven years would have had a string of lovers. I’ve had three or four myself and Karen’s has scads of them. Or perhaps at least one solid, long term relationship, something. Average guys have something or someone they’re romantically involved with. I’ve never even seen a hint of you having a sexual interest in anyone, male, female or otherwise.”

Cayson cleared his throat loudly. “Yes, you have. On several occasions now.”

She colored prettily. “Well, that’s not what I meant.”

He looked puzzled. “How could it not be? You’re a woman, I’m a man and I know you felt how aroused I was by spanking you.”

Jodi’s eyes went freakishly wide and she nearly had to do a spit take with her mouthful of wine. “Do
what
now?”

“Well, that wasn’t the only thing that got me there. You lying on top of me helped, of course, but—”

“Wait a minute. You were...” she couldn’t quite bring herself to say ‘aroused’ in conjunction with him, “interested because you’d
spanked
me?”

“Most definitely.” There was no guile or falsity in his tone that she could hear. “Why do you think I got that damned project finished in record time? After I’d... well, snooped – done something I shouldn’t have, but about which I cannot find it in me to feel guilty, considering what I discovered about you – after I knew how compatible we are in that way,” he said, getting up from his chair to lift her out of hers, still speaking as he brought them to the couch, “I turned every bit of my attention to getting the blasted thing off my desk so I’d have time to devote to you.”

“Well you could have let a girl know that that was what you were doing!” Jodi practically railed. “Did you think that ignoring me for days on end after… after what you’d done to me, was going to earn you points?”

“No, but I figured you’d understand why I did it once I was able to explain it.”

Jodi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, praying for the strength to resist the urge to kill him. “Meanwhile I was in my office planning ways I could kill you and get away with it because I thought you’d cut me off cold in favor of your work.” She couldn’t believe what he was telling her. “For a man who is such a genius about computers, you don’t know fuck all about women, do you?”

“I know when there’s one that I want that I’m willing to wait for,” he said, setting the both of them down onto the couch.

There it was again; his insistent desire, pressing against her behind this time.

“Wait. Stop.” She wasn’t going to just let this pass by her. “So, you mean that you’ve known you wanted me?”

He nodded. “Oh yes.”

She leaned a bit back from him to watch his face. “For how long?”

Cayson shrugged. “Since I first saw you, and you hung around longer than anyone else. Since I realized you could put up with the worst from me – and I’m always at my worst around other people, as you know – and still be the happy, easy going person you are. But you were otherwise attached at that point, and I was, and still am for the most part, married to my work. The time hasn’t been right until now.”

“It’s not right now, either,” Jodi countered, “considering that I still want to kill you, and now I’m not even worried about whether or not I can get away with it. I’m in it for the pure satisfaction!”

She didn’t look as if she was kidding in the least, and Cayson decided just to do what he wanted to, in hopes of distracting her from her murderous intent. He leaned down and cupped her cheek, kissing her passionately, as if it was the first time they’d ever done that and he wanted to make a very good impression on her, which wasn’t too far off from the truth. His confidence was buoyed when she didn’t resist. She didn’t actually kiss him back, but she wasn’t screaming bloody murder, either.

In fact she was actually panting slightly, her pupils dilated, and he could see a somewhat reddish tinge to her face. She was excited, regardless of whether or not she wanted to admit it, and he intended to use that to his advantage.

When he’d asked the agents to procure clothes for them, and had, of course, given them the right sizes for the both of them – Cayson very consciously hadn’t asked them to buy her any bras. He had a hard time asking for panties, even, but he guessed Jodi might catch on to his intent if he didn’t have them get those. He could see through the thin material of the tee shirt – the one of his he had left in her bureau, he recognized – that her nipples were peaked, and that gave him the first real hope that he might have a chance with her even though he’d managed to really piss her off twice already.

It seemed like that was a hazard of being him, and he only hoped that she could see her way past it, that he didn’t mean any harm to her and certainly never meant to hurt her in any way. He’d have to curb his natural curiosity about her; he wanted to know everything about her, and although she wasn’t anywhere near as guarded or naturally reticent as he was, she still wasn’t all that forthcoming about herself.

Or was that because of a lack of overt interest on his part? He hadn’t considered that before. He’d never really inquired about her life much, as she hadn’t pushed him for details about his, although she naturally knew more about him because of everything she did for him.

He made a mental note to try to get her to talk to him about herself, but for right now, all he could think about was how wonderful she felt in his arms. It had been a long time between women for him; sex had never been much of a priority in his life. Even when he’d found her and he knew that she was the woman he wanted as his own, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to pull the trigger and ask her out. The whole dating scene just seemed so trite to him and she was so much more than that to him, even before he’d discovered just how compatible they really were. It was so much easier just to bury himself in work and give her exorbitant raises every year so that he could be sure she’d stick around.

Then he’d stepped on himself twice – badly, both times – and he knew that that had set her to looking for somewhere else to work, which scared him into action. He’d been through dozens of PAs before her, some of whom had gotten to the point – within mere hours of knowing him – of threatening to kill him.

It wasn’t just their working relationship, of course. He wanted more than that, much more, from her, and he saw an opportunity to get just that, if he played his cards right. It was weird, but when the government had appeared on his doorstep that morning, he knew it was going to be just the ticket he needed – lots of uninterrupted time with her. If he couldn’t make her love him after this, he knew he’d have to let her go to where she could be happy.

It would kill him, but it would be the right thing to do. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, though.

And now, here she was, beneath him on the couch and he had proof positive that she was excited. But she was fidgeting a bit and he wondered if he was too heavy for her or she was otherwise uncomfortable. So he looped an arm around her waist and turned the two of them until she was stretched out fully on top of him; again hoping that would give her a bit of a secure feeling rather than a hemmed in one.

Her hair was down – he’d seen to that before he’d put her to bed, unable to resist singling out a soft lock that curled around the heel of his thumb in the way he’d love her to cling to him. It was the first thing he’d done before he’d removed her dress clothes and packed them away since she wouldn’t be needing them for a while. She never wore it down at work, and seeing her that night at her house with it curling and waving around her shoulders and beyond had nearly had him orgasming right there, standing in her doorway. She had the ability to do something that no one else in his life ever had – to make him forget, or at least turn away, from his obsessions and towards her.

And her glorious hair was only a small part of that. He wouldn’t have cared if she were bald. She was what turned him on – the hair and her amazing figure were the icing on the cake. She was patient and kind and funny and – despite her lack of interest in all things computer – smart in her own way. He didn’t have to adjust his vocabulary downward for her as he had for those who had preceded her. And she was still around – despite how much he knew he annoyed her, how he inconvenienced her, how much of a pain in her ass he was – usually when he wasn’t trying to be.

It wasn’t very often that he let this part of him out to play, but she inspired it in him. Always had, pretty much to the point that he withdrew more from her than almost anyone else but his mother, lest he lose control. He knew she thought he was some kind of virgin asexual freak, but he was none of the above. In fact it was the exact opposite. He was very highly sexed, and had experimented – carefully and quietly and only on his own terms – during college. He had already learned how to shut out all other distractions – his sex drive was just a bit harder to handle, but he forced himself to learn how to, until he could completely relegate those baser urges to the background, to lock them away to be taken out and reveled in only very occasionally.

And that tunnel-vision determination is what had gotten him to where he was today. He had enough money to do whatever he wanted, so he chose his projects very carefully and only took the ones that were hardest, and thus, the most interesting to him. Which, of course, had brought him here, to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. With her.

All in all, not too bad a turn of events, considering a few hours ago she was royally pissed at him and shopping around for another place to work.

So he let all of those pent up desires flood through him, making his hands glide up her hips, under the shirt so that his flesh was in contact with hers, and he felt as if he was touching a live wire.

And she whimpered.

He was lost. The biggest part of his brain was immediately eclipsed by the pure, ancient need to answer that soft cry and he whispered the first thing that came into his head. “Your skin is like silk. I can’t get enough of it.”

All in all not a bad compliment for a man not given to them, as his hands slid as far as they could, holding her still for his kiss.

Jodi knew she should get right down off him and tell him to keep his big strong hands to himself but oh... man, how could she possibly be expected to do that when he was touching her like this – in a way that was still quite innocent, somehow, but with a wonderfully sexy edge. They were just kissing, he was just touching her back, but he might as well have had his hand between her legs; she was already that close.

And that far gone, enough that she let go of the animosity she had been feeling towards him and kissed him back, for the first time, really, letting him open her mouth and slanting her lips over his as their tongues met and danced shyly.

There was no doubting his involvement – there wasn’t a whiff of coldness about him. As she had before, Jodi found herself lying atop a very hard ridge that poked into her stomach and only seemed to grow as they continued to kiss.

But eventually, when they were both panting so hard they could barely breathe, he sat up and then stood up, keeping her locked against him, her ankles crossed at the small of his back as he carried her back into the bedroom she’d come out of not long ago, setting her down on the thick rug as if she might break if he wasn’t exquisitely careful.

When he stood again in front of her, Jodi reached out and grabbed the hem of his denim shirt and pulled it up over his head, letting her fingers touch his chest as he had caressed her back. He was more muscular than she had imagined and she let her fingers explore his bulges and bumps until he reached down to gather the hem of her shirt in his hand, when she took a surprised step back.

Cayson matched her step, still raising the shirt up over her, letting her back away from him until the backs of her knees met the end of the bed. When she would have fallen, his arm shot out to steady her, and the shirt came up and off, exposing her to the cool air and his heated gaze.

Her nipples, which were already pinched tight as buds, became even more so as she felt his gaze on her breasts, and then his hands – dear God his hands caressed her so lightly she could hardly believe they were there until he began to cup her breasts more firmly, leaning down to lick each tip lovingly with that broad, flat tongue.

Jodi thought she was going to faint right then and there, but there was more. Much, much more.

With one knee on the bed, he bore her down onto it, following and positioning himself between her legs. Jodi was in such heat that she automatically arched up to receive him, embarrassed at what she was doing, but unable to stop herself.

“Mmm. There’ll be enough of that later, Jodi.” Her jeans and panties were gone as if by magic and the only clothing she could feel separating them was the soft denim of his jeans.

And she would have sworn she could feel the bulge behind his zipper growing with every second. Jodi wasn’t much interested in waiting, so she reached down to undo the button at the top of his fly, but Cayson swatted her hands away. “Not just yet. Have patience.”

She groaned in protest, but he would not be dissuaded, even though every time he left himself unguarded to touch her, she was back at the button again.

“Do you need a spanking to learn that when I say no I mean no? Because I can oblige you very easily in the position you’re in, Jodi.”

“No!” she practically shouted. She wanted him to make love to her, not spank her!

“Then put your hands up beside your head and don’t move them down again until I say you can.”

He saw her bite her lip and knew she was deciding whether or not to not only obey him, but trust him as well. It was one of the few dominant things he’d ever said to her and this dynamic was very new to them. But that didn’t mean that he was going to let her obey him in her own good time.

Despite the fact that her hands had already begun creeping up to where he’d told her she should put them, he nonetheless slid off her and she herself turned over onto her tummy, her bare behind exposed and defenseless against whatever it was he decided to do to it.

In this case, she was further introduced to the idea that he meant business, and he expected to be obeyed. It was the third time he’d spanked her and this time was definitely the worst of them all, probably because she was bare.

He didn’t lecture. She knew why she was being spanked, not that she didn’t try to stop it, only to find her palms getting smacked sharply, too.

“Where should your hands be, Jodi? Where did I tell you to put them?”

“Up by my head,” she sobbed.

“Then they should be there whether you’re on your tummy or your back.”

She did as she was told, but it was horribly hard, especially since her quick obedience didn’t signal the end of the spanking. No, he swatted her for a good long time afterwards, until she was weeping uncontrollably and her behind was as red as her face.

Then he turned her over without the slightest thought to how it would feel to her to have that seared skin touch the comforter, which was soft, but nowhere near as soft as she needed it to be. That brought a fresh round of whimpers and groans that he ignored in favor of suckling at those beautiful breasts of hers, flicking and nibbling at her nipples until her moans of pain turned in to groans of pure pleasure.

Without another word, he moved himself down her body until her legs were spread wide around him and his mouth was inches away from its goal. When he looked up at her, just before he tasted her for the first time, he saw how her head was rolling back and forth, her breasts heaving with her panting breath and there was a fine pink hue to her skin. She was ready.

“I’m going to make you cum, Jodi. And you’re going to let me. And I don’t want you to cum quickly or try to get it over fast, either. This is one thing besides flying that I adore doing. And I’ll know if you’re faking it. Don’t ask me how; I just will. There is no time limit. I want you to enjoy this to its fullest.”

With that she felt the hot wetness of his lips seal themselves over her clit as his tongue came to rest directly on top of it for a long beat before it began to swirl itself around that terribly sensitive spot, making her raise her hips, offering even more of herself to him.

“Do you like to have something inside you while you cum? Like fingers?” he asked, letting his wander to the entrance to her pussy. No need for lubrication there, he realized with no small sense of satisfaction. Cayson crossed his fingers and began to push them up inside her, going slow at first, then, when he could see that she was really into it and he wasn’t hurting her, much more quickly, establishing a firm rhythm immediately that he never varied.

“There. Relax and cum whenever you want to, Jodi. I can’t wait to feel you contract in my mouth.”

How had he learned about all of this, she wondered, amazed at his deftness in a situation that she would have thought would have had him running for the hills. But the thought was fleeting. She couldn’t concentrate when he was doing things like that to her body.

At one point, she reached down to run her hands through his hair – what there was of it. He kept it very short, in an almost military cut.

He rose up immediately, saying sternly, “Where are those supposed to be?”

His scolding had her groaning in frustration. She had to touch him – she had to! But, fearing another punishment, Jodi put her hands back where they belonged, fingers clenching into fists in rhythm with the way he was finger fucking her.

She didn’t have any choice but to take him at his word. Sometimes orgasms could be a little elusive for her, regardless of her level of desire, which, with him was out of this world. But he was relentless. He never tired, he never took a break, he never complained about his jaw hurting. He simply loved her with devastating skill, sometimes stroking his tongue over her, sometimes suckling, sometimes a little of both in the same motion, somehow.

But when her hand began to drift down her body again, towards his head and he reached beneath her to squeeze a still very sore cheek, that was what did it. He could tell how close she was by the increasing tenseness of her body. “Put your hand back right now, Jodi, or I’ll stop and you won’t cum this evening at all.”

That had her shrieking at the possibility of having been brought so far along and then simply being left there because of something she did.

“That’s my girl,” he said when her hand was back where he wanted it.

It didn’t take much after that, especially not with the added sensations of his hand pinching and squeezing her cheek. Jodi could feel the wave building, and it was a huge one. Probably the biggest, most intense culmination of her life and she was almost afraid of it, but it washed over her anyway and she threw back her head and screamed – not his name or anything coherent, just a raw, primal cry of ultimate satisfaction.

“Damn, you are amazing!” he said as he continued to do exactly what he had been doing, only a little less enthusiastically. “That can’t possibly be it. You can’t cum that hard and tell me that you only ever cum once.”

The second time was very quick, but the third had more substance, as did the fifth and the sixth.

“One more,” he said enthusiastically.

But Jodi was exhausted. “No, please. I don’t think I could live through it. I’m not sure I’m going to survive what you’ve already done to me.”

Cayson chuckled, and the rare sound of it washed over her like a balm. “Well, I’ll let you off easy this time, I guess. But some day I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you cum like this for hours.”

He was already over her, his insistent erection nudging the entrance to her body. “Open your eyes, Jodi. I want to see your face when I take you for the first time.”

It was damned near impossible to do, all she wanted right then was to go to sleep. But then she did as he asked and looked up into those green-gold eyes, feeling him entering her, opening her much further than his fingers had, stretching her, forcing her body to accommodate his invasion as he flexed his hips towards hers and drove himself inside her to the hilt in that one powerful thrust.

She wouldn’t have thought it could happen, but her body began contracting around him.

“Are you doing that?”

“Not – consciously,” she breathed. She’d never had an orgasm start with contractions, but she could feel it building even as she was clenching around him each time he pressed into her.

His “mmm” sounded primitively sexy as he leaned down to kiss her after gathering her legs around his waist so that he could take her even deeper.