On His Terms (7 page)

“I
can’t even imagine what
assholish
things he likes to
do.” Cora leaned in close. “Do you think he likes that BDSM stuff?” Cora said
softly, as if someone would hear.

“I
don’t know. I don’t think so, but the contract did state that I wouldn’t be
hurt. I’d also have to attend any functions that fall during that week.” She
closed her eyes and let her head fall back on her neck slightly, thinking about
it all.

After
she had left
Rian’s
office she had gone straight
home, hoping Cora was still there. Fortunately, her friend had been, and for
the next hour she had replayed everything to Cora, not sparing anything, not
even when he pressed his dick into her back. But what surprised Sorcha was the
fact Cora had outright agreed that being
Rian’s
was a
bad idea. She had been offended for Sorcha, cursed him and called him some
pretty vivid names, but she had never actually said don’t do it. “And you think
I should sign this contract, and be
Rian’s
bitch for
seven days?” Sorcha asked and leaned back in her seat.

“If
anything he’d be your bitch,” Cora said and grinned. “But seriously, think
about it for a second. You want him, despite his douche-bag attitude. He clearly
wants you pretty damn badly, enough to dish over that kind of money.” Cora
leaned forward. “And you need that money. Honey, you know if I could help out I
would.”

Sorcha
nodded. “I know, and you’ve already helped me out by getting me that job.”
Sorcha smiled, and knew that if not for Cora she didn’t know what she would
have done. She had known the other woman since high school, and after Sorcha’s
mom died Cora had been the only one that stuck by her side and gave her the
strength. With Sorcha’s dad leaving her and her mom when she was a child, and
no other family, her mom had been her best friend. Then life came crashing down
around her, she found herself in this hell that was meant just for her, and she
didn’t know what to do. “I’m afraid that by agreeing to do this with him, that
I’m degrading myself.” She glanced at Cora, and felt tears form in her eyes.

“You
want him?” Cora asked.

“You
know I do, but signing my life away to him makes me no different from
everything else he thinks he can buy.”

“I
won’t tell you that you should do it, although I think this is a once in a
lifetime opportunity, one that will help you get out of all of this.” Cora
grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I see how much you struggle with yourself,
trying to get through all of this, and it’s never enough. If you decide you
don’t want to do this, you know you can come and stay with me and Tyler.”

Sorcha
shook her head. “Your apartment is the same size as mine, and I couldn’t impose
on you guys like that.” This was the third time Cora had offered for Sorcha to
stay with her, but she couldn’t do that to Cora and her fiancé. They needed
their own life, and having Sorcha move in would definitely put a cramp on all
of that. She glanced down at her bills, knew that what she was going to do would
be like selling her soul to the devil, but she also knew that if she wasn’t
contemplating it then she wasn’t going to turn it down. Yeah, she wanted
Rian
, had fantasized about him, too, and it looked like a
solution to her money problems had just been granted.
But at
what cost?
 

Chapter
Six

Rian
stared at Sorcha, feeling
amusement and annoyance fill him. He felt this life inside of him at the fact
she agreed to be his, to sign the contract and do whatever he said, when he
said for the next seven days. But on the heels of that excitement and
anticipation was the fact she thought she’d have control. “I may want you
because of your resistance and the fact you don’t like my shit and don’t
pretend to, but we will get one thing straight right now so there are no
preconceived notions going into this.” He sat behind his desk and stared at
her. It was Monday morning, and although he had felt this jittery kind of
sensation as he headed into work this morning, and felt it grow when he stepped
off the elevator, he knew that what he was afraid of was Sorcha not sitting at
her desk. But she had been standing there, as if eagerly awaiting his arrival.
And then the image of her doing that by his bed … just waiting for him had
hardened his cock to the point he could have ravished her right then and there.

She
nodded slowly.

“During
your time with me things run on my clock, Sorcha, and on my rules. If you want
to proceed with this then I want you to know that what I say goes.” He tapped
his fingers on his desk, his pinky ring clanking on the wood.

“Well,
I have my own rules before I sign anything.”

She
was counter offering. He grinned.

“I
will not be hurt during my time with you, even if that is what gets you off.”

 
“In the contract it is stated that I wouldn’t
harm you.” He stared at her, letting her understand what he was saying. “But
there will be pain, and I guarantee it will please you.”

She
shook her head. “I’m not into BDSM.”

“And
neither am I. I’m not looking for a submissive woman that will let me tie her
up, crane her ass, and put nipple clamps on her. But I won’t lie and say that
looking at your ass hasn’t had me thinking of the different ways I could make
it red with my hand.”

Her
cheeks turned red, and she shifted on the chair. She was getting aroused,
whether she admitted that to him or not.

She
tightened her jaw, and narrowed her eyes at him. Ah, there was the little
spitfire he grew hard over.

“I’ve
read the tabloids, heard what those other women claimed you did to them.”

“Many
of the things a certain ex-lover said was fabricated, if that is the instance
you’re referring to. I don’t hurt women for the sake of getting my rocks off. I
didn’t do anything that they were not consenting to, Sorcha.” His anger grew.
“Don’t for one moment think that I would ever force myself upon a female, or
make her do something she wasn’t comfortable with.” He watched her throat work
as she swallowed, and he sensed a bit of her resistance leaving. “These women
are angry for what I wouldn’t give them, and because of that they wanted to
somehow tarnish my reputation.” He was still
angry,
and growing more so by the second as he thought of her thinking he would ever
hurt a woman. His hands were now tight fists on top of the table.

“I
don’t think you’d do anything to a woman that wasn’t willing, and I never
implied that.” She was speaking softly, timidly almost, and
Rian
couldn’t help but get aroused over that as well.

Seeing
this strong side of her, and then seconds later this very submissive side had
these dual emotions inside of him rising. Yes, he liked to spank, and sometime
restrain and blindfold, but he didn’t consider himself a Dom, or that he lived
the BDSM lifestyle. He liked what he liked, didn’t want to follow any rules
aside from the women were consenting, and if they had enough he stopped.

“I
just don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to feel less than what I am
worth.”

His
heart started to beat fast and furiously at those words. Inside he could see a
slightly broken female, one that tried so hard to be stronger than everyone
else was around her. She was this brick of a woman, yet delicate and fragile
like china.
Rian
found himself standing and moving
toward her. He was hard and saw the way she glanced at the way he undoubtedly
tented his pants. He stopped a foot from her, looked down, and saw the emotions
on her face as if they were his own. Without thinking and just acting on
instinct he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. “I can promise you that you
will never be made less than your worth, because in my eyes, and while with me,
you are priceless.” Her breath caught, and he stared at her lips.
Rian
was not a man that handed out chocolates and flowers,
or spoke sweet poetry. He said harsh things at times, called it like it was,
and if someone fucked with him then he made sure they never did it again. But
then he had to just look at Sorcha’s face, hear those soft words from her that
seemed almost frightened and sad, distant even, and this human part of him
rose. It seemed almost cliché to think of
himself
that
way—his almost human side coming up—but for longer than he could even remember
he had lived on autopilot, and he never thought he’d feel any differently.

“What
are you doing?” She tried to sound shocked, outraged even, that he was touching
her. He could hear it in her voice. But the strongest emotions that made an
appearance, the truest, were the arousal, curiosity, and need for more.

He
didn’t answer right away, just held the side of her face, and looked at her
mouth. She brought her tongue out, ran it along the swell of her bottom lip,
and that was when he lost it. He knew he should have had her sign the contract
first as he was lowering his head, but he was a slave to his desires, and he
wanted Sorcha like he wanted to breathe.
Rian
kissed
her softly at first letting her get used to the pressure of his lips on hers,
of his hand tightening on her face. He pulled her closer when she didn’t
immediately push him away, and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She panted
against his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from running his tongue along her
lips, coaxing her mouth open so he could delve inside. He moved his hand behind
her head, gripped the loose strands of her hair, and loved when she
involuntarily opened her mouth as she gasped. As he seized the moment and
pushed his tongue inside, this groan left him on its own, as if he had no
control over himself or how he felt. But he knew that already, because it
seemed when it came to Sorcha he had no self-control at all.

Taking
her mouth harder, and more fiercely, he felt this dam open up inside of him,
controlling his action, and making it known that she was already his. She had
her hands on his biceps, and although he had a dress shirt and suit jacket on
he still felt the prick of her nails. It felt exquisite, and he groaned against
her mouth in response. “It’s good, Sorcha.” He used his hand in her hair to
tilt her head further to the side, delved his tongue deeper in her mouth, and
took her like a man possessed.

“Wait,”
she said against his lips, but instead of pushing him away she pulled him
closer. “We should stop. This isn’t right.”

Yeah,
they should, but she was addictive, he was intoxicated with her, and pulling
away now seemed wrong on every level. He curled his fingers into her scalp,
loved the little sound that came from her, and moved them so she was pressed
against the wall. There he pressed his dick against her belly, loved the
softness that he was greeted with, and knew that if she didn’t sign that
fucking contract he still wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. He ground
himself into her like some kind of damn teenager not able to control himself.
Kissing her like he was a dying man and she was his last meal, he devoured her,
took everything she was willing to give, and knew it wouldn’t be enough. Maybe
a small part of him wanted her because she was so resistant to him, because she
denied him the stroking of his ego that he got from everyone else? Maybe when
he had her—and he would—he’d be sated and get this need out of him? Either way
unless he fucked her he’d be itchy with the desire to take her anyway he
wanted. And until she willingly gave herself to him he wouldn’t be able to rid
himself of this need for her. This one woman could very well turn his
controlled fucking world upside down.

The
sound of the elevator dinging an arrival had her pushing at his chest with her
hands. He looked down at her, saw that her lips were red, swollen, and glossy
from their kiss, from
his
kiss, and
his cock jerked forward. He wanted to see another part of her looking the same,
another part that was probably wet for him right now.

“That’s
probably your first appointment of the day,” she said breathlessly.

Rian
should have let her walk away,
but instead he leaned into her again, placed his hand on her hip, and moved it
down. He stared right in her eyes, watched as her pupils dilated from her lust
for him, and when he stopped at the hem of her skirt he swore she stopped
breathing altogether. She was wearing a dress, and
Rian
was glad for the fact he had easy access to any part of her he wanted. He had
fucked a lot of women, and although he wasn’t proud to say that to himself, or
to know that he could very well be considered a whore by most, right now wasn’t
just about fucking Sorcha. It was about her giving him this of her own free
will, and because
she
wanted it, too.

“They
can wait,” he said in a low voice only she could hear. He looked into her eyes
as he slipped his hand under her dress, moved it higher and higher until he
reached the junction between her thighs, and then stilled. “Tell me to touch
your pussy.” He didn’t waver from his determination to have Sorcha the one
begging him. Again, he knew she should have signed that fucking contract first,
because she could very well yell sexual harassment and assault over what he was
doing to her. But fuck it all.