Jasmine (8 page)

Damn it, why didn’t Cain take care
of her? It was his duty to care for his mother, wasn’t it? She went back into
the living room and sat staring at the television. The cable had been turned
off three days ago; that was one of the things she’d mention to Cain when she
saw him. She pulled a note pad off the table in front of her and began a list.
The next time she saw Cain she was going to be prepared. No more of this
fumbling around trying to get him to pay her more money. She wanted him to take
care of things.

~~~

Nathan watched Jasmine. She was
nervous, he could tell. So was he, if he told the truth. He’d never had a sub
of his own before, just the ones he’d been with at the clubs. He watched her
move about the kitchen fixing dinner, wondered if she had panties on under her
skirt, and he wanted to know what she looked like bare.

The fact that Sin had seen her at
the Body Shoppe had been a little bit of a surprise. He knew he’d told her to
go, but he expected her to put it off for a few days. His blood heated just
thinking about her naked beneath him. Her voice brought him out of his
daydreams

“I didn’t get to go to the shop
today, the one on Tenth. My lawyer was late with our appointment and he kept me
longer than necessary. I’m very sorry.” She leaned over to get something out of
the bottom of the refrigerator and her voice was slightly muffled. “Then my
mother called wanting me to drop everything to come and take care of her.”

“Who’s your lawyer? The reason I’m
asking is because I’m assuming you don’t use Drew.” She nodded as she began to
cut the lettuce. He stood up to help her. “I can cut the lettuce if you want. Why
not? Why don’t you use Drew?”

She handed him the ceramic knife
and went back to the stove before she answered. “He would tell Alyssa. No,
that’s not it. I guess I’m a little embarrassed. I never expected…I never
dreamed that anyone would buy my books, and besides, I was already with this
other jerk before I even knew Alyssa or Drew.”

“I think you should ask him. He’d
keep your secret, not that I think you should anymore. But he’d be very quiet
about it. He’s a good lawyer too. I would use him if I needed legal advice.” He
put the tomatoes and carrots in the large bowl with the lettuce. Without saying
a word she handed him the dressing and he tossed it on the salad.

They were nearly done eating
before she said anything more. “I need to make sure…they’ll make fun of me. I’m
sure of it. I’ve heard them talk about the author of the books. They think
she’s some sort of sexy goddess that does nothing but have sex all day and
write about it.”

His cock jerked to attention. “I
could help you with that. It may not be all day, but we could have nothing but
sex and you write about it. I thought of that.” He lowered his voice as he
continued. “The things you write about and wondered if you’d use what I want to
do to you in your books.”

Need, he could see it in her eyes
and in the way she opened her mouth slightly. He could see her breaths; she was
panting and her nipples had hardened. When she set her fork and knife down he
wondered how he could take her; here on the table or on the counter? But first…

“Come here, slave. Stand before me
and show me my pretty pussy.” She swallowed twice before she stood up. “Lift
your skirt. I want to see if you obeyed me to the letter.”

He could see her fingers tremble
as she slid her hands down her skirt. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him
with how slow she was moving or simply that she was nervous. He didn’t touch
her. For as much as he wanted to he didn’t so much as scoot his chair back. When
she had her skirt up over her hips he looked down and nearly whimpered.

She was bare. And she was wet. He
could see moisture on her tights and her clit; the tiny little nub he’d had so
much fun sucking last night was just peeking out from beneath her lips. He
wanted to lean down and take her again, but he also wanted her to suck his
cock. Last night she’d told him that’s what she’d wanted and now he’d let her.

Nathan moved his chair back as he
wiped his mouth with his napkin. He took his time, not because he wanted to
make her suffer, but he wanted her so desperately that he thought he might come
from just looking at her. He opened his belt and then his pants. She watched
him as he reached into his boxers and stroked his cock.

“Tonight you’re going to suck me
off. And while you do that, you’ll not touch yourself unless I tell you. Understand
me, slave?”

“Yes. Yes, Master. I will suck
your cock and I won’t touch myself unless you tell me to.” Her voice was deep
and full of lust. He watched as a stream of her juices trickled down her thigh.

“Strip.” She dropped her skirt and
started to undo the buttons on her blouse. “Rip it off you. I want you naked
now.”

Buttons flew everywhere. He moaned
softly when her breasts bounced with the motion. She unsnapped her bra and
peeled it down her arms. She was beautiful. When she leaned over and put her
fingers into the tops of her stockings his body tightened. The stockings, his
favorite kind of thigh-highs, had to stay.

“Leave them on. And I want you to
never wear anything but thigh-highs again. When I want to taste you or fuck you
I want nothing in my way. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” He could tell she
wanted to say more. He could have given her permission to speak, but he was
afraid she’d beg him to take her now and he’d do it. This was going to be his
way even if it killed him. And it very well might.

“On your knees.” When she was down
the way he wanted her to be he turned his chair toward her and pulled his pants
down around his calves without standing. It wasn’t graceful, but he managed to
do it. A pearl of pre-cum was on the tip.

He didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure he
could actually, so he rubbed his cock along her lips and she licked him. When
she opened her mouth slightly he surged forward deep. It was all he could do
not to spill his seed immediately.

“Lick the crown and down along my
shaft.” He felt her tongue circle his head and he groaned. “That’s it. Nip
along there. Christ, that’s wonderful.”

She caught on fast. Soon he was
rocking into her sweet mouth as he had her pussy the night before. He could
barely manage to remember to breathe; teaching her was out of the question.
Besides, if she got any better at this he’d be begging
her
to let him
come.

Her hand wrapped around his cock
as she licked him like a cone. When their eyes met he knew that she was close
to coming herself. She’d done as he’d commanded her to and not touched herself,
but she was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t need to touch to come. Wrapping
his hand in her hair he showed her how he wanted her to take him. He was
touching the back of her throat with every surge now. And when she took him
deep and swallowed he came.

“Fuck,” he shouted as she
swallowed him. Every time she tightened around him, he felt his cock pour more
down her. Yanking her head off him he lifted her and shoved her over the table.
With a sweep of his hand every plate there hit the floor. He was deep inside of
her before the last plate broke.

She didn’t speak, didn’t beg. He
wanted her to; he wanted to bring her quickly and hard. He brought his hand
down across her ass as he slammed into her. When he reached around her and
pinched her clit she screamed out his name and he gathered her cream up and
smeared it over her tiny rosette.

“I didn’t tell you to make me
come, slave. You’ll be punished for that now.” He slid his thumb into her. She
was tight and he doubted she even felt the small pain. “I’m going to stretch
this hole for me. I’m going to fuck you here while I fuck you with a dildo. Two
cocks deep in you and you can’t come.”

He worked her ass hard, harder
than he knew he should have, but he was beyond thinking and when he felt his
balls tighten again he moved another finger in her and heard her scream.

“Color,” he demanded of her. “Now,
tell me a color.”

“Green,” she sobbed over and over.
“Green, green, green.”

He couldn’t hold back. He was
going to come again. Leaning down to her shoulder he bit her lobe and, with
another command for her to come, he spilled his seed deep within her as she
shouted out her own release.

Chapter 8

Jazzie was sitting in the lobby of
the Howard building the next afternoon. Well, sitting wasn’t all she was doing.
She was squirming too. She hurt slightly and she was nervous. She thought
briefly of why she hurt.

Nathan had made her come so hard
last night that she thought she’d pulled some muscles. He’d also stretched her
bottom. She smiled when she thought of how sweet he’d been after they’d had sex
on the kitchen table. Not only had he run a hot bath for her, but he’d put
lotion on her abused muscles and had told her how sorry he was.

She told him she liked that he’d
lost control. And his low growl made her wet all over again. He told her that
he should have taken his time and that he would from now on, but she was so
responsive that he’d just wanted to take her. She wished, in a way, he had. And
then he’d made love to her. Slowly and passionately. Her body was on fire for
him when he finally took her over the edge. And she only stirred slightly when
he’d left her bed.

“Miss Waite, Mr. Miller will see
you now,” the secretary said, taking her from her musings. Jazzie had a slight
moment of panic, but tamped it down as she thanked her and went into his
office.

“Jazzie, how the heck are you? Have
you come to tell me that you’ve decided to move in with us and help with the
babies?” They both laughed. He’d been asking her that same thing since they’d
had the triplets just over a year ago.

She sat down, suddenly unsure if
this was a good idea. She started to stand to go when she saw the small note in
the top of her bag. Pulling it out, she read the short but very wonderful note
from Nathan before putting it deep into her bag.

“I have something to tell you.
Something…something you have to swear not to tell another living soul.” He
leaned forward on his desk as she continued. “I’ve got a secret. It’s not bad.
It’s just…I don’t want anyone to know. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. You can trust me. Whatever
it is, I can help you with it. Or we can work to fix whatever it is you’ve
done. And for the record, it’s not always as bad as you think it is.”

She laughed. “This is why I didn’t
think this was such a good idea. I’m not in trouble. And I’ve not done anything
wrong, Drew. I need a lawyer. A good one. Things have taken off in a direction
that I now need…I need you.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her
portfolio. Then the contract. “I got this from my publisher the other day. I’ll
let you read it and then we’ll talk.”

He sat back in his chair and
opened it. She knew the moment he got to the part where it named her as
Jasmine
Blackwell ~ Author
. She watched as he sat up again and started reading it
seriously. Jazzie got up, walked to his small refrigerator, pulled out two
bottles of water, and put one at his elbow before she opened hers and began
walking around the room.

She’d only been in here once
before, when her sister Alyssa had asked her about the desk that was no longer
in here. She hadn’t liked it and neither had Jazzie. Alyssa had told her the
desk was too stodgie and she just couldn’t imagine anyone feeling very
comfortable sitting on either side of it. She’d had it taken away when Jazzie
had agreed.

The desk that Drew used now was
large and oak. It was solid like the man and warm and comforting like Alyssa
had wanted everyone to feel. The rest of the room conveyed the same feelings. Like
you could trust the man and the business that was dealt here, a feeling that
was important no matter what side of the desk one happened to be on.

The pictures around the room were
interspersed with awards. Drew had been a graduate of Harvard Law and had been
in the top one percent of his class. There were accolades of his good works
too. There were awards for his humanitarian works as well as his help with the
homeless shelters that he had helped the Howard Foundation set up. She loved
the pictures of him with her family and with his, the ones of his uncle Thomas
and of her. She smiled when she saw them all together at Lilliane’s wedding
just a few months ago.

“Jazzie, how long have you been a
famous author?” She came and sat back down at his question. “I’m assuming a while
since this mentions a series of books that I know my wife, your sister, has
read.”

“A while. About ten years, I
guess. And famous? I don’t know about all that, but I do well.” She nodded to
the contract. “I fired my lawyer this morning. It wasn’t pretty. He can’t tell
anyone about this, can he?”

“No, not legally he can’t. But he
may let things slip and then it’ll be everywhere. Why?” He opened her portfolio
and looked at each cover and the cover wraps she’d had printed.

“I don’t know. He was incompetent
and he seemed to think I worked for him and not the other way around. Then
there was the movie deal. He said that I could do better than what they’re
offering me.’

“You can. You will. But that’s not
what I’m talking about and you know it. Why haven’t you told your family? You
aren’t ashamed of what you write, are you? Quinn says they have the greatest
sex scenes in them she’s ever read.” He flushed before continuing. “I’m sure
you’re well aware of that.”

“Actually, no. When I write a
story it’s like I’m not really doing it.” He looked at her oddly. “I mean, it’s
me writing it, but I simply let it flow over me like a blanket. And once I’m
finished with a story I can’t recall much more than the characters’ names.”

He closed the booklet and leaned
back in his chair before he spoke. “You do know that you are famous, don’t you?
I looked you up once. Not you, but Miss Blackwell. She…you are world known not
only for the series that your family is reading, but also for the donations
you’ve made to schools and libraries. And the fact that no one knows anything
about you.”