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  “You don’t want to clear his debt?” His voice held control, all of which I had lost long ago.

  My mind was at war with itself. I was tempted to let him touch me like I imagined him doing in my dreams. But, something about this was so very, very wrong.

  He touched my neck where, moments earlier, his mouth had been. It felt good. I didn’t want him to stop.

  Doing this for all the right reasons, and wanting to do it wasn’t bad, was it? I tried to rationalize my need for him. My wanting to say yes to him.

  He dropped his hand lower.

  “Give in to me, Angel. I can make you feel so good.” His long fingers cupped my breast through my shirt, and I lost my breath.

  My head fell back, eyes closing, wanting him so much more. “Yes.” I didn’t realize I had even agreed until his thumb rubbed over my pebbled nipple pressing against the fabric of my shirt.

  “Good girl.”

  My eyes snapped open and watched as his hand continued to play with my breast. Squeezing my nipple. I felt so tiny in his large, rough hands.

  I was doing this. I agreed to be his to pay off my father’s debt. And I was happy about it. Scratch that. I was needy for it.

  He dropped his hand and moved to the armchair. Watching him unbutton a few of his buttons, I stalled before moving closer.

  “Angel, I want you to dance for me.”

  My body froze. Dance? “There’s no music playing.”

  He grabbed a remote from the table beside the chair and flicked on some soft, sexy music. “Now, dance for me.”

  I swayed my hips from side to side. I wasn’t too sure exactly what he had in mind. My best friend, Megan, and I frequented the dance clubs during my short spurt of college. I knew how to kick loose. Yet, I felt awkward. I raised both arms above my head as I ground my hips to the beat. I closed my eyes and pictured myself at the club with Megan.

  It felt so real, imagining myself lost in the mix of sweaty college kids as I gyrated my hips to the pulse of the club.

  I almost forgot where I was until I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I didn’t open my eyes. He pulled me flush against his hard body and rocked into me. He was taller than me, and the way he dominated me turned me on more.

  He moved us together as his hands dropped lower down my backside. I could feel his hard-on press into my stomach on each grind of his hips. It felt huge.

  He lowered his head, leaning in close to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Angel.”

  Tingles. Actual tingles erupted everywhere.

  My pulse thrummed beneath my heated skin. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  His hand lifted my chin to meet his eyes. “Are you ready to pay your father’s debt now?”

  I swallowed. More like gulped. My mouth ran dry as my hands shook. “I think so.”

  “I’ll be gentle,” He inched his mouth closer. “at first.”

  His mouth devoured mine. God, he tasted so good. His tongue took over my mouth, searching for something only I could give him.

  My scalp tingled as his hands plunged through my hair. His fingers grabbed, clasped, and threaded each strand. Any ounce of reserve slipped away when he moaned into my mouth.

  He stepped me back toward his huge bed, and I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

  My lack of experience weighed heavily on my mind. I broke the kiss. “Jace, I’m not sure what to do.”

  “I’ll show you exactly what I want.”

  He pushed me onto the bed. My breath caught as his face glistened in the moonlight. He was so hot.

  A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw as he unbuttoned the remaining few buttons on his shirt. As soon as the white material fell from his body, my breath caught. I knew he had to have muscles, he worked out every day, but I wasn’t expecting the ink. It was hard to find an area not covered in tattoos. My eyes couldn’t take it all in at once.

  He moved his hand, unzipping his pants and letting them join his shirt on the floor.

  His strong manhood filled every inch of his black boxer-briefs. He palmed it in his big hand and rubbed along it.

  I swallowed. My eyes watched his movements.

  His thumbs eased both sides down, and then, there it was. My eyes widened at his size. Huge, thick. It was scary at first wondering if he would fit. I tried to swallow again, but my mouth was dry. He fisted his dick as his eyes met mine. He licked his lips, and I lie there unsure of what to do.

  “Come here,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  I stood from the bed. He pointed to the floor, and I knew what he wanted. “On your knees.”

  I knelt before him. I had never done this before. Never sucked a man’s dick.

  He noticed my hesitation and smiled, dauntingly.

  My heart hammered an unsteady rhythm. The room was quiet. I was sure he could hear the blood pumping through my veins.

  He lifted my chin with his fingers. “Eyes on me, Angel.” He brought the tip of his dick and rubbed it along my cheek, his precum smearing along my flushed skin.

  He ran it over my lips. “Open and suck.”

  I licked my lips and then brought his full shaft inside my mouth. His salty skin mixed with my saliva as I sucked along it. I could do this. He moaned and it ignited my confidence. I licked along his shaft, circling my tongue around the head.

  I wanted to please him. Hear him moan again. It was my sole mission in that moment.

  “That’s it, Angel.” His voice was husky as he looked down at me. “You’re such a good little girl.”

  Glancing up at him briefly, I continued on.

  Hands fisted my hair. His eyes slammed shut, and he groaned loud and strong.

  My insides melted. A deep yearning took over. I wanted so much more with him, and the thought terrified me.

  His groans became louder. He took over and he fucked my mouth. “I own this mouth. I bought it.”

  His pulsing cock pumped and dragged inside my mouth. Wetness coated my panties, and I had the urge to thrust my fingers into my pussy.

  “Take this cock deep down your throat. Angel, you’ll be my undoing,” he murmured as he pulled his throbbing flesh from my mouth.

  My eyes rose along with my body.

  “On the bed,” he instructed.

  He yanked my clothing off before I was situated on the bed. He grabbed a condom and covered himself.

  His eyes met mine and for a second he graced me with a small smile that appeared like something real. A crack in the façade.

  I groaned as his dick pushed its way into my small opening. He went slow at first, filling me to the brim. Our eyes collided with each other as he remained on top of me with my legs wrapped around him.

  “Ah, god, you’re pussy is so hot.” He pushed in harder as I squeezed my eyes shut.

  The feeling of his largeness inside me felt good as he rocked back and forth. My insides heated. An orgasm was near, and I wanted to keep his tattooed body on top of mine all night. “Don’t stop,” I cried out into the night.

  I couldn’t believe this was all really happening. His body pulsed as he kept his eyes glued on mine.

  Reaching his fingers down in between my legs, he rubbed at my clit. I came falling down all around him as white lights lit up my closed eyelids.

  He followed behind after a few more thrusts, his body jerking out his orgasm.

  Chapter Five

  After the sex, he moved to throw away the condom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean me up.

  I sat up and wondered what to do next.

  “You need your sleep,” he said.

  “Is the debt paid now?”

  He laughed, leaning in closer. “Not yet.”

  Not yet. I felt myself wanting him to claim me many more times.

  I rose from the bed, grabbing my clothing off the floor.

  “Before you leave, come here,” he demanded.

  “Yes.” I faced him. We were centimeters apart. My ears rang in the silence of his stare.

  He ran his
hand along my cheek. “Tomorrow, you’ll see how much I truly own you. You’ll understand how I paid for you, and you’re now mine.”

  I swallowed and with wide eyes left the room.

  Back in the confines of my own bedroom, I tried to still my body’s reaction to him. He was gorgeous in a controlled way. His dominance frightened me and left me unsure of his next action.

  Tomorrow he would own me.

  It was the calm before the storm.

  ***

  The next day I kept waiting for Jace to return from a business meeting he had to attend. Later in the evening, he stepped through the front door. “Angel, get dressed.” He held a garment box in his hands and lifted his eyes to meet mine.

  I stepped forward and opened the bag to find a beautiful satin, red dress inside. “Where are we going?”

  “Out. Now, hurry. Don’t make me wait.”

  I grabbed the box from his hands and turned toward the large, marble staircase. He had a small bag with him with shoes and accessories. Again, I felt like Cinderella getting ready for the ball.

  The dress fit like a glove, hugging my curves and accentuating my breasts perfectly. Inside the bag was a beautiful pearl necklace. As I fastened it around my neck, I sighed.

  I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped into the satin, black high-heels. As I was putting on the finishing touches of my makeup, the door swung open.

  “Are you rea…oh,” Jace said as he lost his breath.

  I spun around, running my shaky hands down my dress. “Do I look okay?”

  “Angel, you look fucking fuckworthy.”

  I smiled at his choice of words as he stepped closer. “Where are we going?” I asked again.

  He stood before me and gripped one hand in my hair. “Out. And then later, I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt.”

  His words stunned me. No one had ever spoken to me like that. He released his hold on me and led me out of the room.

  A black car waited for us when we stepped outside. A driver, Jace introduced as Phillipe, opened the door and ushered us in the back seat.

  We flew down the road, and my nerves were all over the place. How much did he trust me not to scream when we were in public?

  Although, screaming in public wouldn’t help out my father’s money issues. Who knew what Jace would do if he didn’t have me as collateral.

  “What if I scream in public?” I asked, meekly.

  He leaned closer, eyes blazing into mine. “Oh, I plan to make you scream in public, Angel.”

  He stuck out his tongue, licking the side of my face.

  My eyes widened. Unable to meet his gaze, I stared out the window.

  A while later, the driver pulled up to a nondescript brick building. We were far from the Chicago city limits, and I inhaled a deep breath.

  “Where are we?”

  The door opened and Jace exited. “You’ll see,” he said, grabbing my hand.

  The wind blew my long tousled hair around my face as I glanced around. The streets were dirty. Long strands of grass lay unkempt in fields off to my left.

  The front door was large, red, and made of wood. Jace knocked twice and as the door swung open, I noticed the faint light from the entryway.

  A big, burly man with a receding hairline stood guard as we entered. “Mr. Landon. Good evening, sir.”

  “Hector, how are things tonight?”

  “Everything is well. I’m sure you and your guest will find it very enjoyable this evening.”

  Jace nodded his head before winking to me. “Very well.” He led me into another room with ceiling to floor carpeting all in red. Even the couches were red. The soft flickering of candlelight held the room in a certain majesty.

  “What is this place?” I whispered to Jace.

  His wicked smile glinted, his eyes heated, and he ran a finger through the soft stubble on his chin.

  “It’s a place to have fun. A sex club.”

  I’d never been to a place like this. I’d never been anywhere, really. I was naïve when it came to all things sexual.

  Yet, being here I felt like a different person. This elusive lifestyle was unlike anything I’d ever done before. I was curious.

  With Jace’s hand on the small of my back, he led me past crowds of people. Women dressed in lingerie and gentlemen in suits. The men sat back on sofas as the women danced on their laps.

  When we reached the end of the club, a door stood before us.

  Jace knocked twice, and the door swung open. We were greeted by a busty blonde in a short, black dress.

  “Mr. Landon, so nice of you to join us. How can we help you?”

  I stood tight-lipped as they spoke in hushed voices. After a minute, she led us down a brightly lit hallway. Numbers were on the doors in metallic emblems, and when we reached door number twenty-three, we stopped.

  “Here you are, sir.” She turned the knob and held the door for us as we stepped past the threshold.

  It appeared as if we had just stepped into the eighteenth century. A huge, four-post bed sat in the middle of the room. Off-white covers and pillows covered the mattress. A candelabra sat on a small table near a small window showing off the evening sky.

  “You brought me here to have sex with me?” I stopped short of an oak armoire.

  “Angel, I could fuck you anywhere. This place offers more.” He waved his hand to showcase the armoire, and I wondered what was inside.

  “What are you going to do to me?” My pulse spiked with the adrenaline coursing through me.

  “Watch.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a black, satin material. A blindfold.

  “Watch you do what?” I muttered as he stepped closer to me.

  “I’m going to watch you.” His hand held up the blindfold. “Turn around.”

  I did as he asked. He tied the blindfold around my eyes and sank his teeth into my shoulder. “Ow,” I yelped as his teeth felt like they broke skin.

  “A little pain with pleasure is always desired.”

  I couldn’t see anything, but his hands were all over me. He unzipped my dress and it pooled in a silky puddle at my feet.

  I could hear his breathing pick up. He moved away from me and a slight shiver skated my body.

  A door sounded off in the far corner of the room, and I covered my body.

  “Don’t cover up, my dear Angel.”

  “Who’s here?” I asked, listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer.

  “This is Dominic, he’ll be joining us this evening,” Jace said as he moved me closer to the bed.

  “Jace,” a deep voice echoed throughout the room. He sounded gruff, like a man I wouldn’t ever want to encounter on the streets.

  “On the bed, Angel,” Jace said, guiding me onto it. He grabbed both wrists and slid them into a restraint above my head. Both hands were bound to the headboard together.

  “Fuck, she’s beautiful,” Dominic said.

  I pulled against the restraint, unable to see anything behind the blindfold. Uncertainty gripped me until I felt Jace’s soft breath against my ear. “Trust me.”

  His hand ran down my body and stopped right before he reached my sweet spot.

  “I love the black panties she has on,” Dominic said in a gruff voice, so different from Jace’s deep refined tone.

  “What do you want to do to them?” Jace asked.

  “Eat them.”

  I tensed briefly but then felt Jace’s fingers massaging my breast. “Spread your legs, Angel.”

  I was nervous. But, Jace’s hands on my body relaxed me, and I wanted to please him. My legs parted, and I heard his harsh inhale of breath.

  His stubbled chin ran along my stomach as I pulsed my hips upward. Soaking my panties, I moaned as Jace’s hand ran along the inside of my thigh.

  I could hear Dominic step closer. Jace’s head fell between my legs. His mouth made contact with my lace-covered mound.

  I writhed underneath him as his hands pinned me to the bed. Another set of hands jerked my k
nees further apart, and I felt the bed dip with Dominic surely getting on.

  Jace ran his nose along the seam of my panties. Dominic ran his hands up and down my thighs. My body trembled with excitement. I wanted to see what was going on.

  Jace sat up and ran his hands back up to my breasts, massaging both with each hand. He tugged at my nipples as Dominic sank his head between my legs.

  He sucked along my panties. “She smells so fucking good. Have you eaten this yet?” he asked.

  “No, not yet.” He gripped my breasts harder with his fingers, leaning in close to my face. “I want to watch you come on his face, Angel.”

  I wanted Jace to be the one to make me orgasm. Dominic’s teeth pulled my panties to the side before he licked along my slit. “Oh fuck, she tastes so sweet,” Dominic said.

  “Make her come good and hard,” Jace growled. His hands left my body, and I could hear the sounds of his zipper going down.

  “These things need to go,” Dominic said as he yanked both sides of my panties and ripped them off my body.

  The sting of it left me breathless, but then his mouth returned to my warm, wet center. My body built and oh how it felt. Dominic’s relentless tongue had my body firing off. But, I didn’t want him to be my undoing. I wanted to ward off my orgasm and save it for Jace.

  I tried to still my body. Dominic’s head raised. “She’s fighting it.”

  Jace leaned in close to me again. “Let go, Angel. Come for me.” His strong hand grasped onto my neck as his teeth nibbled on my earlobe. His grip was tight, and I fought against my restraint once again.

  “Angel, don’t fight it,” Jace whispered into my ear.

  Dominic resumed his lashing movements with his tongue. The heat in my body took over as I moaned.

  “That’s it, come.” Jace took my mouth with his. Tongues fighting along one another as he controlled the kiss. Dominic’s unyielding mouth brought my body crashing down around me. I kept shooting off, like fireworks on the fourth of July.

  Jace released the kiss and leaned back, running his hands down my body.

  “She was so fucking good,” Dominic said, after he licked up the last of my orgasm.