On His Terms (15 page)

But
right now he was pissed over something, most likely work related, and she knew
that his anger would be transformed to insatiable lust, and would be directed
at her. It was fast, raw, pounding sex, and although she knew that he
transformed his rage into the sex he gave her, there was never any anger
directed toward her.

After
he was finished with his drink he set the glass down and moved over to the
window. Sorcha finished off her drink, and when she had consumed the liquid
fire she breathed out and set her glass down, too. Her eyes watered from the
bourbon, and her stomach roiled. She breathed out and wiped the tears from her
eyes. She so shouldn’t have tossed it back.

“Not
much of a bourbon drinker?” he asked but still faced the window.

“No.”
She wiped her cheeks again to get off the moisture and then looked around.

“Bad
phone call concerning some transfers of funds, so it put me in a rather foul
mood.” He turned around, his hands in his pockets, his gaze trained on her.

“I’m
sorry?” she asked, not sure what to say to that. He had ordered her to bathe
and meet him out here. His nature was far from tame, and she found she liked
this dark side of him, liked the way he ordered her around, yet made sure she
was also taken care of in the process. He stared at her for a few seconds, and
then moved over to the leather chair pressed against the corner of a wall. The
shadows partially hid his face, but she could see that he was still staring at
her. The way he watched her had her unease over what was going to happen
leave,
and in its place that familiar burn of desire.

“Take
off your shorts and panties, and get on your knees,” he said in a calm, deep
voice that brooked no argument.

For
a second all she did was stand there, her pulse beating angrily right in her
throat, and her palms starting to sweat. When she had her shorts and panties
off, she just stood there for a moment, the uncertainty of the situation and
her lust rising.

“Get.
On.
Your.
Knees.”
He said it harder this time, his annoyance clearly coming through.

A
shiver worked up her spine, and the fact she got wetter because of his
demanding tone should have made her feel sick. Having someone order her around
shouldn’t have made her feel sexy or even wanted, but she did, on both
accounts. Sorcha sank to her knees.

“Turn
around, and present yourself to me. Show me what’s mine.”

Her
heart started beating frantically, but she did as he asked.

“Place
your chest flesh with the floor, keep your ass high in the air, and spread your
legs wide.”

She
could hear him breathing deep, even.

“Look
at that,” he said deeply. “So fucking ready for me.”

Sorcha
took a deep breath, and when her breasts were to the ground, and her ass was so
obscenely displayed, she waited for him to do whatever the hell he was going to
do. The ticking seconds that passed had her pussy getting so wet.

“Crawl
to me.”

She
straightened, not sure what the point was of showing off her pussy and ass for
a few seconds. Standing again, she was feeling this desire pound through her
like a drum. She opened her mouth, maybe to tell him to stop toying with her,
but before she could get the words out he
tsked
at her.

“I
said crawl to me. I didn’t ask for commentary, or attitude.”

She
was more aroused than she ever had been. Maybe something was wrong with her?
Dropping to her hands, she took a steadying breath and started to move toward
him. The hard flooring was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the
discomfort and focused on
Rian
. When she was right
before him she looked at his face, and saw nothing but cool composure. Her
mouth instantly went dry when he went for the belt of his jeans. Once that was
undone he pulled his zipper down. It was erotically sick the way he grabbed his
erection out through only the flap, not even bothering to undo the button, and
started stroking himself up and down slowly. This felt cheap in every way, but
that didn’t stop her from getting even more turned on because of it.

“Go
on, Sorcha, suck my cock.” He stared at her hard. “Do what I say not because
you agreed to all of this, but because you want my cock in your mouth like a
hungry little slut.”

A
gasp left her at his brutally coarse language, but even him calling her a slut
for wanting his dick couldn’t turn her off. She glanced down at his large
size,
at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as
if waiting for her to obey him. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict
and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her forward. A
gush of wetness left her pussy and slipped down her thigh.

“Now,
suck my cock.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft
moved along her lips. “Yes, that’s so fucking good. Now move your tongue around
and stroke the underside of my dick.”

She
did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds.
Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of
his length. She wanted more of him in her mouth, wanted the tip to hit the back
of her throat, and wanted to swallow his cum.
God,
she
really was a slut for him. A moan left her at the salty flavor of his pre-cum.
It certainly wasn’t a flavor that she thought tasted good, but coming from
Rian
made it an aphrodisiac. Letting her mouth do the work,
she started sucking him with fervor, grabbing the root of his shaft with her
hand and stroking him in time with her mouth.

“That’s
it. Suck me until I come, Sorcha.” He still had his hand in her hair and kept
her head stationary as she sucked him harder and faster.

Looking
up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.

“You
should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my dick.” He started
thrusting in time with her bobbing head, and increased his speed until the tip
of his erection slammed against the back of her throat. “
Christ,
baby.” He was always in such control of his emotions, so hard
and stoic. But for this one second she saw the human that lay behind his
coldness. He started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her hair, and
cursed continuously. A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of
his cum move down the back of her throat. He kept his hold on her head, and she
had no option but to swallow all of his semen. He pushed her back gently.

Reaching
out and wiping off a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth, he pressed
the digit to the seam of her lips. “Open up and suck it clean, Sorcha.”

She
opened for him, holding her gaze with his, and suctioned her lips around his
finger. This low sound came from him, and then he was standing and hauling her
up. He had her in his arms, and then was sitting back on the chair. Sorcha had
her legs on either side of him, and the hot length of him pressed against her
wet slit.

“Ready
to get fucked?” he said against her neck, and then bit her hard enough that she
gasped out in pain, but ground herself harder down on him.

God,
how could he go again so quickly after just coming?

 
“Yeah, you’re so fucking ready.”

And
then he did just that, fucked her hard and angrily, and let loose all of the
frustration of the day.

It
was incredible.

****

Two days later

Rian
paced the length of the living
room, his scotch glass filled with the amber colored liquor, and annoyance over
tonight filling him. After getting the phone call about some potential clients
backing out of a multi-million dollar deal, he had gotten yet another text from
Beatrice basically
bitching
him out like a jealous
girlfriend because she had been notified he was out with another woman. He had
ignored that message, the same way he had done when he was out with Sorcha
shopping. Beatrice was taking this to a whole new level of insanity. What he
did was not her concern, and one of the reasons he had ended things so quickly
was because of her possessive attitude toward him. He had never told her he
wanted anything more than sex, and at the time she had been all about it, had
even propositioned
him
for it. But
after only a few days of seeing her on a near constant nightly basis, she
started acting like they were a couple. Sleeping with her and taking her out to
dinner a few times did not constitute for more than a fuck relationship.

He
scrubbed a hand over his hair and breathed out. He walked over to the window
and stared at the city below. The tux he wore felt constricting and
suffocating, and he reached up and started to loosen his bowtie. A soft sound
from behind him had
Rian
glancing over his shoulder
and staring at Sorcha. She was wearing the black lacy dress he had chosen for
her, and to say she looked gorgeous was an understatement. The dress was loose,
but formed to her curves well enough that it accented them instead of hiding
them. The hairdresser he had called in had put her black locks in an up-do, and
the slender column of her neck drew attention to her delicate collarbones and
cleavage that just hinted at her sexuality. It was a sexy gown, and she made it
look so fucking good.

He
turned fully around and tossed back the rest of his drink before setting the
glass down on the table. Moving toward her, he forced himself not to get wood,
because he could control himself, or at least he tried to when around her.

“Sorcha,
you look stunning.” He stopped in front of her and lowered his gaze down the
length of her body. When he looked back at her face he saw her cheeks were red.
“I’ve embarrassed you.”

She
glanced down and nodded. “Yeah, a little bit, I guess.”

“Why?”
He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted her head up so she
had to look at his face.

“Why
do you embarrass me?” she asked softly.

He
nodded.

“Because
I’ve never been dolled up like this before, worn clothes that cost more than my
salary, and have a man look at me the way you are looking at me.”

He
stared into her light amber colored eyes, and the need to kiss her rose up like
a violent monster inside of him. He leaned down and kissed her softly, letting
her know that he could be a gentleman when the time called for it. For the last
couple of days he had been thinking about what she had said in the car after he
had taken her into the city for shopping. But he admitted to himself that these
last few days had changed something inside of him concerning her. He looked at
her, felt this warmth move in his veins, and hated that he hadn’t been strong
enough to keep this at a professional level, well, as professional as the
contract allowed. He hadn’t wanted any emotional attachment, and despite
knowing that he was letting himself get more involved with her than what he had
originally planned,
Rian
also couldn’t deny that he’d
felt something for her
before
she
signed this agreement.

“What
was that for?” she asked softly when he pulled away from her.

“Because
I wanted to kiss you, Sorcha, and because you look gorgeous.” He cupped her
face in his hands. Her skin was luminescent, and the make-up she wore wasn’t
gaudy or obvious, but natural and elegant. “I have something for you.” He
turned away and walked over to the small table by the front door. She’d think
he was insane for what he was about to give her, and for what he was starting
to feel. It was like things were moving so fucking fast, but he also knew that
these feelings were genuine—crazy and not what he had ever felt before—but
real. It was something he didn’t want to ignore, something he wanted to
explore, but the truth was it also scared him.
Rian
didn’t get frightened about anything. He was the one that put fear in others.

He
grabbed the small velvet box out of the drawer and faced her.

“What’s
that?” She glanced down at the box and then started twisting her fingers
together.

He
didn’t answer, just moved toward her and opened the box. Her eyes widened as
she looked at what was inside. “It’s nothing big or extravagant, but I saw it
and thought it would look lovely on you.” He took the thin tennis bracelet out
and set the box down. It was a delicate little platinum chain with four pearls
spaced out in intervals, diamonds between those, and a small little sparrow
hanging from the clasp. “Let me put this on you.” He glanced up at her with
only his eyes, and when she lifted her arm, he noticed her hand shook. He
placed it on her wrist, and then grabbed the matching pearl and diamond
earrings out of the box. She put those on, and when she was finished he looked
at her and felt this longing inside of him. He grabbed her shoulders and turned
her around so she could see herself in the mirror that hung on the wall.

She
placed her fingertips on the earrings and then looked down at the bracelet.
“They are beautiful, but why did you get them for me?” She turned and stared up
at him.