Authors: Maya Banks
Sweet Persuasion (19 page)
God, could she sound like a bigger moron? To make matters worse, there was a long pause on the line like he was trying to place her.
“Julie, hi. Hey, I’m sorry I haven’t called to reschedule. I just got busy.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I mean that’s not why I’m calling. I, um . . . I wanted to thank you for driving me home the other night.”
“Not a problem. I was glad to do it,” he said with easy charm.
“There’s one other thing,” she hedged.
“I’m listening.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Did anything happen that night? I mean did I act inappropriately?”
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, she sounded like some sleazy politician apologizing for being caught out with a hooker.
“I don’t understand,” Nathan said. She could hear the genuine confusion in his voice.
“Did I jump you? Rape you? Did we have sex?” she asked impatiently.
“Good lord,
no
.”
no
.”
Well, he needn’t sound so appalled.
“Then how . . . why did I end up naked in my bed?” she asked quietly.
“Goddamn it!” Nathan roared.
Julie jumped and held the phone away from her ear.
More muttered cursing ensued, muffled, as he no doubt was holding the phone to his shirt. Then more rattling and he came back on.
“Sorry, not you.” Then he broke away and shouted again. “Micah, you motherfucker, I’m going to kick your ass this time.”
“Look, I’ve obviously caught you at a bad time,” Julie said loudly, hoping he’d hear.
“No, I’m sorry. Micah and his friggin’ practical jokes. About the other night . . . Nothing happened, Julie. If I had any idea you’d be worried, I would have called you. You were sort of out of it so I put you to bed. Someone spilt beer on your shirt and so I stripped you down. I didn’t even look at you, I swear.”
“Well, why the hell not?” she asked in exasperation. “Am I that ugly?”
“
What?
No. Hell, what the hell?” he sputtered.
What?
No. Hell, what the hell?” he sputtered.
It was obvious he didn’t have a clue whether to shit or go blind.
“I’ll let you go,” she muttered.
“Wait, Julie, don’t go yet.”
She pulled the phone away from her ear and punched the End button. Then, as mortification boiled over her, she powered the phone off, just in case he had any ideas about calling back.
Laying the phone aside, she closed her eyes and shook her head. Where was a giant hole in the earth when she needed one?
Serena sat in the backseat of Damon’s car, nestled close to his side as they drove toward the Galleria. She looked—and felt—beautiful.
Damon had chosen a simple knee-length sleeveless dress and a pair of sandals out of the two outfits she’d brought with her. She’d worn it before, but the dress had never made her feel so utterly feminine.
The cuffs she wore on her arm and above her ankle looked gorgeous. She felt exotic and vibrant with the gold jewelry decorating her skin. That they were the symbol of a man’s ownership added even more of a secret thrill.
It didn’t take her long to figure out the type of clothing Damon preferred. And she had to hand it to him, he had an excellent eye for what complemented her figure and coloring.
He chose silk skirts, casual, almost like a beach cover-up. Simple camisole-type tops. Several dressier gowns and one formal black sheath.
After choosing appropriate shoes, he took her to a spa where he directed the attendant to give her a complete body pampering package. Even her toenails were painted a feminine pink.
By the time she was finished, there wasn’t a tense muscle in her entire body. She was limp and loose, and what she wanted most was to curl into Damon’s arms and nap.
He carried the bags with her things in them with his left hand and tucked his right arm around her waist as they left the spa. She leaned into him and marveled at how comfortable they looked and felt together.
“You realize Julie is going to kill you for taking me somewhere else for my pampering,” Serena said with a smile in Damon’s direction.
Damon grinned. “It was for you that I didn’t bring you there. I figured she would interrogate you mercilessly and possibly even kidnap you for your own good.”
Serena burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you’re probably right. She’s completely overbearing, but her heart is certainly in the right place.”
“I would say so,” he agreed. “She’s looking out for your best interests, so I can’t fault her for that.”
“So what now?” she asked as he ushered her toward his car.
He settled in beside her and gave Sam the order to take them home. Then he turned to look at her. “Now, I take you home and take those clothes off your body. I have a little work to do, but I look forward to having your company while I take care of a few things.”
“Are you sure you can concentrate on work when I’m naked?” she asked innocently.
Amusement glittered brightly in his eyes. “If I must work at all, I’d much prefer you to sit at my feet naked rather than fully clothed.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a caveman beneath all that polish and sophistication.”
“And you are my cave girl? Bound to submit to my every desire?”
“Yes, I suppose I am,” she murmured.
“That’s good to know,” he said. “Undo my pants.”
She blinked in surprise and cast her gaze down at the bulge in his crotch.
“Get on your knees in front of me and use your mouth to pleasure me,” he ordered.
Bubbles of excitement swelled and burst in her pelvis. Her clit was doing a little spasm dance between her legs, pulsing with unquenched need.
“Shall I be crude?” he murmured. “Suck me, Serena mine. See to my pleasure, and when you are through, lick every bit of cum from my dick.”
Slowly she crawled over his knees and wedged herself between the seats. Her knees scraped the floorboard as he spread his legs to give her easier access. Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder to look at Sam, but the driver’s gaze was focused out the windshield.
“He heard me, you know,” Damon said with a slight smile. “He knows precisely what you’re going to do.”
She frowned up at him. “Why taunt me? You know I’m not comfortable having another person see or hear us.”
He cupped her chin. “I’m not taunting you, Serena. I’m acclimating you. I’m teaching you that the only person you need to concern yourself with is me. It doesn’t matter what Sam sees or hears. It’s my needs you’ll see to and me you’ll concentrate on. You must learn to block out everything else. Now, unfasten my pants and pleasure me.”
She blinked at the power in his voice, at the thread of authority woven into his every word. With shaking hands, she reached for his fly and undid his pants.
His cock shoved impatiently at his boxers, and she pulled down the band. His erection sprang free, bobbing and straining upward toward his tight belly. Her fingers trailed through the crisp hairs surrounding the base as she circled the shaft with her fingers.
Her hair fell forward as she leaned down to take him in her mouth. His fingers tangled at her scalp as he shoved the heavy strands away from her face. Knowing he wanted to watch, she angled her head so that he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth.
She loved his taste. She wasn’t new to going down on a guy, but admittedly, it had never been a favorite sexual favor of hers. To be honest, she’d done it out of a sense of obligation, a reciprocal deal, when she’d received oral sex from one of her lovers.
But with Damon she enjoyed it, savored it and even looked forward to it. Swallowing? Um, never. Not with any of her previous lovers. Somehow, with Damon, it seemed a rejection she wasn’t prepared to hand him. Even if he hadn’t asked it of her, she would have willingly taken all he had to give.
She wet her lips again as she slid her mouth down his length. Inhaling through her nose, she stifled her urge to gag and held him in the back of her throat before finally releasing him and raising her head until just the tip of his penis rested on her tongue.
His sac lay heavy and swollen at the juncture of his legs. Dotted with short, dark hairs, it posed a contrast to the smooth length of his erection. She caressed his balls, loving the slight roughness, and then gripped the velvety sheath covering his penis.
Up and down she worked her hand, moving in conjunction with her mouth. She followed the motion of her fingers with her lips, chasing them downward and then sliding back up.
Both of his hands now gripped her head. He fisted handfuls of her hair, holding her tight as she sucked and lavished attention on his cock.
His back bowed off the seat, his thighs digging into her waist. His sac bulged and tightened, and his penis hardened until it was a rigid piece of steel in her hand.
As she pulled her mouth away, a drop of pre-cum glistened from the slit on the top of the head. It grew larger and then slowly dribbled over the crown and collided with her hand.
She darted forward and licked it away. He groaned and urged her head back down, raising his hips to meet her halfway.
“Make me come, Serena mine,” he said hoarsely.
She took him hard. As ruthlessly as he’d taken her pussy that morning. She tightened her grip on his cock and jerked up and down as her mouth surrounded and swallowed him. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to the pleasure she gave as well as took.
His finger curled into her scalp and suddenly he yanked her down, thrusting hard and deep into her mouth. Hot cum splashed into her mouth, covering her tongue. She swallowed and still more shot down her throat.
As he quivered and twitched beneath her, she eased up and gentled her movements. Lovingly she sucked and soothed with her tongue, lapping every drop of moisture from his cock.
Still holding his pulsing cock in her hand, she let go with her mouth and lowered her head to swipe her tongue over the puckered skin of his sac. His balls rolled beneath her mouth as she captured a stray drop of semen that had spilled onto his skin.
He groaned and stroked his hands through her hair, over her scalp and then over her face. He touched and petted as though he couldn’t get enough. Approval was there in each caress, and when she finally looked up, his eyes glowed with contentment.
“How much longer, Sam?” Damon called to the front.
Serena flinched but controlled her embarrassment. She knew why Damon had once again drawn attention to the driver. As he stated, he wanted her to get used to being used whenever and wherever the mood struck him. A curious curl, a tingle almost, did a slow roll through her belly at the idea that Sam could hear but not see everything that went on in the backseat.
“Fifteen minutes, sir.”
“Plenty of time,” Damon murmured.
She lifted her eyebrow in question as she reconnected with his gaze. “Plenty of time for what?”
“Take off your panties, Serena,” he said, ignoring her question. “Do it quickly.”
Flushing, she reached down, fumbling with her dress as she reached for her underwear. Holding on to his leg with one hand, she worked the panties down with her other. It was difficult, wedged between the seats as she was, but she finally wrested her legs free of the material and dropped the underwear on the seat.
Damon smiled. “Now, suck me hard again. You have five minutes. When I’m ready, I want you to climb onto my lap, pull up your dress and sheathe yourself on my dick.”
CHAPTER 18
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amon’s cock lay at an angle, the tip resting on his abdo men. Carefully, she curled her fingers around it, bringing it upright and to her mouth.
amon’s cock lay at an angle, the tip resting on his abdo men. Carefully, she curled her fingers around it, bringing it upright and to her mouth.
It was warm and softer in her mouth than just a moment ago, but at the first touch of her tongue, it twitched and spasmed. Lovingly, she stroked and sucked, feeling as he gradually hardened again. It took him longer this time, but she coaxed and licked until he was stiff and erect.
Still, she waited for his command.
“Are you ready for me, Serena?”
She nodded, never taking her mouth from his cock.
“Are you wet?”
Again she nodded.
“Show me. Take your hand. Slide it between your legs. Touch yourself and then show me your fingers.”
She released his cock and reached down, fumbling with her dress. She was definitely wet. Very wet, and her pussy ached for release. When her fingers slid over her clit, her shoulders shook. Lower, to where her moist center pulsed, she inched her finger until it was adequately coated. She retracted her hand and held it out to Damon.
He captured her wrist in one hand and gently pulled her fingers to his mouth. He put one in his mouth and sucked it inside.
“Come to me,” he said in a voice that was deep and honeyed. It mesmerized her.
Clutching at his leg with her free hand, she rose from her perch on the floorboard. He reached for the ends of her dress, lifting as she moved to straddle him. He dropped her wrist and gripped the tops of her thighs, spreading her as he positioned her on his lap.
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