Chapter Twenty

Amy’s Prize

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A MY PRESSED HER BACK against the sleek wood of the warm space as she took in the plush surroundings. The large room, with the oval glass roof, was decorated with light wood, matching the Swedish-style sauna waiting beside her and the raised edge of the hot tub in the far corner.

Her attention flitted toward the sauna. The space inside was far bigger than anything she’d seen on the rare occasions she’d visited a health club. Her mind was hardly able to contemplate the kind of wealth that saw pristine fixtures like these in someone’s home, yet there it was.

This was Kyle’s life.

It wasn’t only the sauna and hot tub that had captured her focus, nor the Olympic-sized swimming pool they’d passed to reach it, even though he hadn’t shown them to her on the house tour. It was Kyle, the utterly fascinating man who’d led her there, who held her attention. In control, as always, the energy radiating from him was palpably powerful.

She watched as he closed the door and hung his jacket on one of the black pegs fixed to the wall above the long teak bench that lined the back wall. It was the first time she’d seen him remove any clothing, and it raised the tantalizing prospect that he might finally disrobe in front of her. She held her breath at the intoxicating thought. She’d imagined his naked form many times in the last day but had never been privy to its masculine lines. She could hardly wait to witness what she knew would be an impressive body.

Please . She sent the word up in silent prayer. Please, let this be the moment.

As though he sensed the intensity of her stare, he glanced back at her.

“Ready to warm up?” His tone was suitably sardonic.

Frankly, if the temperature between her legs got any hotter, she’d go supernova.

“Yes, sir.” She pressed her palms against the smooth wood at her back, willing her breathing to calm. “I had no idea you had so many facilities here.”

“I have all sorts of things here, little girl.” His eyes gleamed as he shuffled out of his waistcoat. “You’ll need to undress.” He hung the item on another peg. “Much though I appreciate them on you, you won’t need those stockings in here.”

“Right.” Why hadn’t she thought of that? The haze of sweet anticipation seemed to have robbed her of all rational thought.

“Take a seat.” He motioned to the other end of the bench. “I’ll share with you.”

She smiled, trying to disguise the nervous energy gripping her tummy as she walked over and perched on the edge of the wooden bench. Certainly, it was a relief to remove the heels, but it was much harder to relish the show he was putting on when she was right beside him. She wouldn’t be able to hide her gawping from the new position.

“I wasn’t planning on doing this with you this morning.” His lips twitched as he started work on the buttons of his shirt.

Unfastening the suspender belt, she started the task of rolling down her stockings, realizing she could make the act at least vaguely enticing for him.

“Have I distracted you, sir?”

“Yes.” His voice rasped with carnal need as he watched her strip the nylon from her limbs. “You are eminently distracting, little girl.”

His validation diffused warmth in her chest. She’d never wanted to be desirable to anyone as much as it pleased her to appeal to him. Slipping the stockings from her toes, she paused to watch him peel away his shirt, momentarily dumbstruck by his taut, muscular arms and chest. Broad and well-built, he looked fit and strong—just as she’d imagined him.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled as he twisted to hang up the shirt beside his jacket.

“Very much, sir.”

There wasn’t even much shame in the admission as she laid the stockings out on the bench and started work on removing her tangled dress. Easing it over her head, she hung it on the peg beside her. Sitting there, she realized she was now completely nude.

“Stand up, please.” His voice was a sensual purr as he beckoned her forward, and as though he’d hypnotized her, she rose to obey.

“You’re in incredible shape.” He opened the buckle of his belt, his gaze grazing over her. “Probably the most beguiling woman I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t believe he was being honest. A man like Kyle had to have met scores of beautiful women, but she liked the empowering feeling his hungry gaze kindled in her. She adored how much he appreciated her body.

He wants me.

It shouldn’t matter, but for some reason, it did. At that moment, it mattered enormously.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His arching eyebrow tormented her as he moved closer.

“I remember what I did to you last night, sir.”

Standing there, she acknowledged how much pleasure she was taking from their flirty interaction. There was no embarrassment at being naked—he’d seen most of her, anyway. Instead, the simmering need inside her was coming to a boil, morphing into that same overarching feeling she’d relished before. In no time at all, Kyle had become the center of her world, and in the midst of his crazy empire, she wondered if there was anything she wouldn’t let him do.

“Oh, yes.” With his belt hanging open and his zipper unfastened, he was the picture of masculine temptation. “I remember. You were incredible, but to reward you for your dusting duties, I want to take my time with you today.”

That sounded just perfect to Amy.

“Let me get out of these.” He gestured to his remaining clothes. “And I’ll get the hot tub running.”

“Can I help you?” She edged forward, her focus falling to his suit trousers and shiny black shoes. “I can take those off for you, sir.”

She’d never had the urge to strip a guy until then, but everything about Kyle was so damn flawless. She’d wager the footwear was worth more than her entire wardrobe, just like the fine suit he wore. If she was finally going to have the pleasure of getting her hands on the man, she’d love to help divest him.

“Really?” He sounded amused.

“If you’d like.” She grinned as he slipped off the shoes and socks. “I’d be happy to.”

“My instincts about you were right, little girl.” His expression was shrewd as he raised his arms to allow her access to his body. “Help yourself.”

Shuffling forward on the white tiles, she could hardly believe her luck. The man she’d been lusting after, the one who owned all the abundance she’d been thrust into, had invited her to touch him, and this time, unlike last night, she could use her hands.

“Let me start here.” She grasped the top of his trousers and edged the fabric down past his hips.

“Look what you’ve found.” His expression was wry as he motioned to the cock tenting his pants.

“Do you need help with that, too, sir?” She’d have been happy to drop to her knees and assist him right then if he instructed her to. She’d never been so wanton, but she had to admit, she liked it.

“Later.” He chuckled. “Finish the job you came to do first.”

“Yes, sir.”

She nudged the fabric down to his ankles, freeing his cock and leaving him gloriously naked. Spellbound, she watched as he stepped out of the remaining clothing, leaving him dressed only in his wicked smile. Gazing up at his musculature, she caught her breath. Kyle was magnificent. Amy almost pinched herself to make sure the vision in front of her was actually real.

“Are you ready for this, Amy?”

“I’m ready.”

She hardly recognized her honeyed tone. Who was the woman who took his palm and climbed to her feet? Logically, it was her, but nothing about the Amy Kendal who allowed Kyle to lead her to the hot tub and waited as he started the mechanism was someone she was familiar with.

“Ladies first.” He guided her up the steps, encouraging her to dip first one, then both her feet into the clear water.

“It’s lovely.” She swirled around in the warmth, aware of the bubbles growing in frequency as he stepped in behind her.

“It is.” His hand glided to her hip. “And so are you, little girl.”

Turning to meet him, she grazed her fingers lightly through the dark hair on his chest. Kyle had just the right amount of body hair—not enough to perturb her, but enough to remind her that the person she was entangling herself with was most definitely a man.

As though the matter required further clarification, his cock pushed at her midriff, demanding her attention, and unthinkingly, her free hand lowered to stroke him.

“What are we doing, sir?” Maybe it was the rising heat of the humid atmosphere, but she was feeling increasingly unsteady as she gazed into the depths of his blue eyes.

“Enjoying the hot tub.” His shrewd smile might have riled her had she not been so utterly caught in his web. “As part of your reward.”

“Part of it?” His shaft swelled in her hand, her throat drying as she intimately recalled how he’d felt inside her.

“Sit with me.”

Reaching for the hand at his chest, he spun her slowly and directed her backward. She watched him slide onto one of the jacuzzi’s seats where he tugged her to join him. She went without much coaxing, enjoying the feel of the bubbles at her middle as he steered her onto his lap. It was only once she was seated, her legs steered on either side of his and the rhythmic throbbing of his hardness skimming her labia, she realized just how intimate the new position had become.

“Do you trust me, Amy?”

That was one hell of a question to ask now she was astride him in the simmering water.

“I barely even know you, Mr. Kyle.”

‘Barely’ being the operative word.

“That wasn’t the question.”

One of his burly arms snaked around her middle and held her tighter. She gasped, conscious of his cock pulsing between her legs and how easy it would have been to reposition herself a fraction and push him inside her.

“Yes, I trust you.” She wouldn’t be there otherwise, naked in his private spa and contemplating all the devilish ways she could enjoy herself. She supposed, on some level, she wouldn’t have come to his sprawling mansion at all.

“I know you do.” His words were whispered onto the side of her neck, each one reverberating along her body and tightening her aching nipples. “Continue trusting, little girl. It’s important to me.” His legs edged apart, splaying hers wider as they went. “Know that when you obey, you’ll always be rewarded.”

The arm at her middle shifted and slipped into the water. She drew in a breath as his fingertips brushed her spread labia and settled lightly over her clit. Massaging the needy ball of nerves with a deft touch, he tipped her hips forward a fraction, allowing the crown of his cock to nudge inside her.

“Oh God.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes falling closed as he skimmed a thumb over her clit.

That was what she wanted—his time and attention directed at her while the warm water lapped around their bodies.

“I know.” He chuckled as his free hand rose to cup her breast. His shaft teased them both as it slid inside her an inch, only to withdraw. “But I want you to hear me, little girl. I need to know you understand.”

“I understand, sir.”

Completely unaware of what she was concurring with, she rasped the reply. The strumming of his fingertips and the way his dick teased her meant she couldn’t even remember what he’d been saying.

“Tell me, then.” He plunged deeper, briefly robbing her of breath as her body tried to lurch forward. The arm around her held her in place, his soft laughter taunting as he cajoled. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“I don’t know.” How could he expect her to think when he was playing her body so beautifully? “I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

His fingers had built up an incredible cadence, slowly edging her closer to ecstasy as his hips rocked their bodies. Sprawled over him, she was helpless with desire—more than content to let him set the pace and do whatever he chose. She had no idea who the man was, where he’d come from, or what he’d done to make his fortune, but his skills as a lover were unrivaled.

“You’d like me to stop then?” His digits and shaft stilled, probably only for half a second, but the loss resounded throughout her tightly wound frame, screaming at her for resumption.

“No!” she groaned, pushing her hips up to find his delicious friction again. “Please, sir!”

“No?” His laughter was harder as his fingers settled back into place, and his cock delved inside her.

“No.” Relief emanated at his caresses. “Please, sir.” She turned her head to gaze at the man who was completely in control of her. “Please tell me what you want me to say.”

His eyebrow arched at her temerity. “You’re supposed to know, little girl.”

“I know.” She arched her back, pushing her pebbling nipples against his arm. “But please... take pity on me.”

He plunged into her again, rocking his hips at a more insistent rhythm as he replied. “Okay, little girl.” Fleetingly, the weight of his own pleasure gleamed in his eyes. “Repeat after me.”

“I, Amy Kendal.” His hard length punctuated each of his words by slipping into her, and all the while, he maintained the same wonderful pressure at her pulsing clit.

“I, Amy Kendal.” Delightfully spread for him, it was easy to play along.

“Understand that when I obey Mr. Kyle.” His fingers sped up, enticing her closer to the precipice of her pleasure.

“Understand!” She mewled, swaying her hips to gratefully receive more of everything he wanted to give her.

“What else?” His voice lowered to a growl. “Tell me, little girl, or all of this stops.”

Her fingers tightened on the arm encasing her as the bubbling water tickled at her skin.

“I understand that when I obey Mr. Kyle.”

His intoxicating combination of light and cruel touches were everything. She sensed it wouldn’t be long before his attention toppled her, and she wouldn’t do anything that risked spoiling that one perfect moment of connection.

“Better.” His softer tone purred. “I understand I’ll always be rewarded.”

“I understand I’ll always be rewarded.” She parroted the words, her voice raspy with need.

“There’s my good girl.”

She was his good girl.

His housekeeper, maid, and even his fucking cleaner.

Breathless against his hard body, she wasn’t sure there was anything she’d refuse the man so long as the promise of his pleasure was dangled in front of her.

“Please.” Her mind was laser-focused on the approaching tsunami. “Please, sir.”

“What do you need?”

The fucking orgasm! Her eyes rolled closed. Isn’t it obvious?

“Tell me.” He flicked her clit between his fingers, surely knowing how it amplified her arousal.

“I need to come!” She practically spat the words. “Please, let me come!”

“You may come.” The arm around her shifted to pinch her helpless buds as he slowly lost control. “Make it fucking good, Amy.”