Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

B raxton

Masochism.

According to the Oxford dictionary, the word meant a blend of pain and eroticism.

Perhaps that’s exactly what I’d done to her, giving her a taste of unbridled passion in an atmosphere that fed off both.

I rarely came to Eden, the glow and show of the facility something I’d moved past years ago into more hardcore aspects of BDSM. Then I’d simply shifted into being a business owner, more worried about profits than satisfying my own needs. But there’d been something special about introducing her to the fringes of the lifestyle, of watching her reaction to the savage movie that had awakened the beast. I’d been so fucking hungry that I’d almost lost all control, finally coming to grips with that little bit I wanted to do with her in a public space.

As many men in my position would agree, exhibitionism was fantastic, allowing for a certain fulfillment of carnal needs while not being required to participate. I’d taken her into the club not only to begin what little training I could provide in one night but also to show her off.

Like a true possession. The thought was blasphemous but something that refused to leave the dark dwelling of my mind.

I’d caught the looks of other men, their needs increasing as Jasmine had gyrated across the dance floor. She was not only a natural born seductress but also a submissive and I was salivating at the thought of using every inch of her body.

Just like the deal she’d entered into.

While the Royal men owned incredible villas on both islands, we also kept suites of our own within the hotel. The villas were positioned far removed from the various clubs and crowds of guests, which offered each one of us some time away from this business and the first one we’d joined together, wealth management.

All our clients were fussy, or what I liked to call entitled. That’s because they were the upper echelon of society, men and woman inside the top three percent of the population’s wealth.

I did enjoy the suite because of the various apparatuses that had been installed in one of the rooms. Yet tonight they would remain unused. I was a man of my word.

I was just as hungry as she seemed to be, the ache in my cock more intense than before. She’d barely walked around the suite before kicking off her shoes, making herself right at home by finding the small stereo. While I sat with a drink in my hand, watching her evocative moves, she danced around me, every so often tossing her long hair in my face.

She truly didn’t understand what she was doing by teasing a beast like me, one who hadn’t indulged in a woman in a long time. I sipped on my scotch, my cock and balls aching.

When she dared to place her foot against my crotch, I lifted a single eyebrow.

“Be very careful, little koala. I am running out of patience.”

She was gentle in her actions, rubbing her foot up and down. Every time she blinked, I was reminded of just how long her eyelashes were. She was truly a magnificent creature, her face shimmering in the soft lighting.

I was sucking down scotch like it was going out of style and I was at that point where I couldn’t take her tempting actions any longer.

When I grabbed her arm, she laughed. I was shocked when she managed to get away, twirling like the dancer I’d learned she truly was. It was impossible not to watch her every move but when I found myself sitting up in the seat, I knew my control was slipping to the point of no return.

“Remove your dress,” I commanded, the growl in my voice unmistakable. No one could ever deny my hunger or my sadistic needs. When I wanted something, my sights set, there was no turning back.

She spun around and stopped, taking deep breaths. I could tell she was searching my eyes, ascertaining how serious I was. Within seconds, I noticed a hint of the woman becoming resigned but there was no denying her excitement either.

I’d seen her luscious form before, but this was entirely different than concentrating on spanking her. I sat on the edge of my seat, swirling the drink back and forth before gulping down my last sip. The fact I slammed it on the coffee table made her smile.

“Drop to your knees and crawl to me.” She was at least fifteen feet away, slowly lowering down. As before, her eyes never left mine. I had no need to further instruct her as she got onto all fours, crawling toward me slowly.

Just the way she continued to toss her head back and forth kept my cock rock hard. As soon as she came closer, I took a deep breath. It was funny. I usually wanted to be in control of my entire life, including aspects of passion, but tonight the feeling of losing every bit of it was delicious.

I found that incredibly freeing.

She shifted my knees further apart, giving me the kind of heated gaze that would melt steel before brushing almost too delicately along my calves with just the tips of her fingers. The vibrations humming through me were incredible, pushing every boundary, my heart thudding like some fucking racehorse running the Kentucky Derby.

When she started to purr, I was pitched into a fascinating state of mind.

She was no virgin but the way she was handling me had more to do with our intense connection. That was obvious, so much so I finally leaned back to do nothing more than enjoy the moment.

Allowing her to assume she had full control was a wicked method I’d used with women in the past.

As she tugged on my shirt, yanking it from the confines of my trousers, I closed my eyes.

“You’re going to suck me, Jasmine. Not tease. If you tease, I’ll spank you all over again.”

I was genuinely surprised when she unfastened my belt and trousers, slowly slipping the thick leather strap from the belt loops. I couldn’t help but study what she was doing, my pulse shifting even higher.

She took her time with the task and once free, she pulled it under her nose, drinking in the scent with an exaggerated action.

Yes, I could easily bask in her beauty for hours, but we didn’t have that and my cravings were too dark to stop now. When she folded and handed me the belt, I was taken off guard.

Her wink was also disarming, as if she was giving me permission to use the implement if she didn’t please me. She already had.

As she peeled the material to the sides, I was the one holding my breath, tipping back my head and staring at the ceiling as if it would provide answers.

To what? I wasn’t certain.

To why she had this kind of effect on me, creating a tremendous need that I had no idea if I could ever escape?

She continued toying with me just like I would have expected, running the edge of her nail down the side of my shaft. The ache was intense, increasing every second and my balls already felt heavy with cum. I gripped the arm of the chair with one hand, gently running my fingers through her long hair.

But her playfulness would need to stop.

“Mmm…” She darted her tongue across my sensitive slit, daring to look at my hooded eyes as if telling me she could stop at any time. That wasn’t going to occur.

I continued raking my fingers through her silky strands, doing my best to focus. Jasmine yanked down the material of my trousers to my knees, inhaling in an exaggerated manner as she brushed the backs of her fingers along the insides of my thighs.

“So big. So powerful,” she teased.

“You have no idea.” I was laughing but the truth was I was considered one of the most powerful men in the country, perhaps the world, capable of influencing corporate decisions and elections.

All because my brothers and I kept a little black book of proclivities. You never knew what information and art would come in handy to keep someone in line. It was a trick taught to us by our father and one that had already come into play. Enemies were rampant, more appearing every day. Why couldn’t people simply work hard to earn their slice of the pie?

She slipped her hand between my legs, rolling my balls through her fingers. “My, what big testicles you have there.”

“The better to fuck you with.” Now, with my elbow on the arm of the chair, I rubbed a single finger back and forth across my bottom lip. I was already at the point of longing to see more of her. At least while she was here, I would keep her under my control.

Big, bad wolf indeed.

As she finally pulled my cockhead into her hot mouth, I tightened my hold on her hair. Every sound she made, every strangled moan brought far too many filthy thoughts straight into the forefront of my mind. I shifted in the chair, doing my best to allow her to get used to the thickness. Watching her was a joy, the way her tongue swirled back and forth pushing that very wolf from his lair.

If only she had any idea of the wicked thoughts I had regarding what I wanted to do to her. Still, with this woman tempering my needs was best, not pushing her out of her comfort zone.

Goddamn, that wasn’t like me in the least.

I chuckled and the dark need continued to increase. “Suck me, Jasmine. Suck me hard.”

Her answer was to pull my cock from her mouth completely, licking down the underside then taking one of my testicles into her mouth. There was an art to the way she sucked, keeping pressure yet able to keep from driving me nuts. When she shifted to my other ball, I let out a deep exhale, my focus starting to fail.

I’d never lost control with a woman before, but I had a feeling I was about to.

When she finally returned her wet mouth to my cock, I gave it three seconds before jutting my hips off the chair, impaling her mouth with half the length. Her strangling sounds didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, the ragged moans were nothing but a powerful aphrodisiac. I used my leg muscles to drive deeper into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.

Jasmine finally acquiesced control, gripping my thighs as I continued plunging into her mouth. Deep throating any woman was a sheer joy but with this woman, I could easily do it for hours.

The way she lifted her gaze, staring at me with huge eyes enticed more of me. My muscles were already strained, my longing to fuck her like some wild animal overcoming the joy of having her mouth and tongue providing me with extreme pleasure.

There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck her, use her.

After a few additional seconds, I pushed her head away, brushing the fingers of my other hand down from her forehead to her cheek. The way she was dragging her tongue across her bottom lip was further enticement. Whoever this girl was, she knew exactly how to handle me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“Absolutely nothing. Except I need your pussy right now. And I’m the kind of man who will never take no for an answer.”

Jasmine

The hunky man pointed to his lap, cocking his head as if he knew I would obey. I’d found myself enjoying teasing him far too much when so much of me wanted to break free, racing away. I longed to see what he would do, just like in the savage video that had kept me fully aroused.

However, I had the distinct feeling my naughty actions would only result in another round of punishment.

As I stood slowly, I concentrated on the thick arch of his eyebrows, the chiseled angle of his jaw. What little I knew about Braxton was that he was an impatient man. He’d already proven that and did so again by yanking me onto his lap. His grip on my hips was possessive, but it was the magnetic look in his eyes that kept me breathless.

I’d never been around a guy like this, the kind of man who had an instinctive ability to please a woman while maintaining utter control over her.

With one hand, he brushed the rough pads of his fingers up my side and down the length of one arm. When he pulled my hand to his lips, I couldn’t blink. The moment he slipped my index finger into his mouth, I sucked in my breath. How could the electric vibrations be this strong with such a simple act?

Because it was perhaps even more intimate than anything else he’d done.

That we’d done.

And so much had been highly erotic, creating memories that I would cherish for a long time. Our kinky actions would remain my little secret, but that’s all this could ever be, a memory maker. We traveled in two entirely different worlds. I wasn’t certain why that made me sad as I didn’t know Braxton at all.

He cupped one breast, immediately pinching and twisting the nipple until I cried out in pain. “You will pay attention at all times, little koala.”

The hint of anguish reminded me of the way I’d felt during the spanking. Strange. Confused.

Excited.

However, it was the moment in the dance club that would be a bar I’d compare every other relationship to.

He fisted the back of my neck, pushing me into a deep arch before wrapping his succulent lips around the same aching nipple. Where so many men acted as if they couldn’t care less if a woman was enjoying herself, Braxton was different. He was determined to do whatever was in his power to create a lasting impression.

Including teasing me as relentlessly as I’d done to him.

I couldn’t stop shivering, unable to think clearly about anything. He pulled another finger into his mouth then another, acting as if he was cleaning each one of tasty strawberry jam. Maybe later I’d slather his body with the ooey gooey substance and do a little licking myself.

When he was finally finished cleaning my fingers from imaginary filth, he tweaked my other hardened bud and positioned the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

I wasn’t entirely certain his big, fat shaft would fit.

There was no further wondering as he pulled me all the way down.

I was thrown by how incredible it felt to have his cock buried inside me, more so than with the few other men I’d been with in my life. Then again, the experiences with them hadn’t been memorable in the least.

Shuddering visibly, I lost my promise again by moaning and whimpering, alternating the sounds. I was lightheaded, clawing his shoulders as I threw my head back.

“So wet, Jasmine. Are you always this wet?” His voice was even deeper, huskier if that was possible.

I licked my lips as an answer and he leaned forward, nipping my chin.

When he lifted me again, I struggled to breathe. He lifted me just to the tip and another series of whimpers left my mouth. I tossed my head down, covering his chest with my long hair. My entire body was heaving from the desire that I was shocked continued to build. How was that possible?

I cinched my knees against his body, taking my time to unbutton his crisp button-down. Even with the intensity of the pleasure we were sharing, my mind was drifting to wondering about the man. Who was he really? The glossy brochures never told the real story. Not a single google mention or article written could capture an enigmatic man like Braxton.

When I was able to place my palms against his chest, a series of quivers jolted my nerve endings.

He threw his arms over the back of the chair, but there was no sense he’d given up any control. His stern look alone was a reminder that I belonged to him, a deal made between two consenting adults.

A human and a demon.

The wicked thought kept a smile on my face. I bucked against him, the extreme wetness allowing for various sinful sounds all on their own.

The suite was incredible.

The music sublime.

The evening completely unforgettable.

But this man and this moment would burn in my memory forever.

We never took our eyes off each other as the animalistic fucking continued. I found a rhythm that I’d never experienced, hopefully providing him with the same roar of ecstasy he’d given me.

The thought was something else I couldn’t explore given the extreme rush of sensations, another climax hitting me hard and fast.

I was aware my eyes had rolled into the back of my head and that my entire body had tensed. As my pussy clenched and released in a wild, frenetic moment, a scream erupted from my throat.

“That’s it. Let go. Fucking come on my cock.”

His command was harsher than before, but I loved the rough words, the way he could make me feeling completely unbridled. Everything about sharing this moment with him was perfect, if there was such a thing in hot, kinky sex.

I remained as lost in the moment as he did, my orgasm sweeping into a long, glorious moment of electric jolts skittering into every muscle and bone. I couldn’t talk if I wanted to, barely able to breathe on my own.

A part of me could swear the man was a mind reader. He left the savage fucking to me, capturing both sides of my face and pulling my head down until our lips were almost touching.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” The single syllable was the only intelligent sound I could make. My eyes were dilated, another first, but not enough to dampen the moment.

“If you were mine, you’d be kept locked behind closed doors,” he muttered.

“Why?”

“So no man could ever set his eyes on you let alone dare consider touching you. You would be mine alone.”

The words weren’t filthy as much as they were possessive, but they fueled the raging fire burning deep within.

I became as crazed with need as I sensed he was, using so much force as I rocked his body, I was fearful the chair would turn over.

As soon as the man tensed, his jaw clenching more than before, I squeezed my muscles around his shaft, slowing my movements.

I’d never seen a man react as he did, releasing a primal bellow that reminded me of the vivid video.

The moment he filled me with his seed, we locked eyes and briefly we were as one.

Too bad it couldn’t last.

That was my choice, not his.

No one would ever own me.