Everything He Wants (13 page)

We’d been on the move for most of the afternoon, and if I’d had a chance to make the bed, I probably would’ve fallen in it hours ago. It wasn’t that carrying the boxes up and down the stairs was a problem; it was the long-ass drive from one side of the city to the other.

Jake wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket before kicking the door shut behind him. He looked just as weary as I felt. Between his long hours at work and spending his spare time helping me move, it was no surprise. He’d been eager to get me out of the old place for months, and while a new apartment wasn’t what he’d initially had in mind, he didn’t pressure me when I’d asked for his help.

Jake combed his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall. "I don’t know about you, but I could really use a drink."

I smiled and removed a stack of newspaper wrapped plates from one of the cardboard coffins before setting them on the counter. "Well, seeing as the refrigerator won’t be delivered until next week, you might have to settle for the warm drinks we brought with us."

He wrinkled his nose at that. "I knew we should’ve brought some ice."

I glanced around the barren apartment. "Some furniture probably wouldn’t have hurt, either."

At least we brought the mattress and box spring with us—
things we had yet to set up. I pressed my hands on the counter and tried not to look as exhausted as I was.

With as many memories as I’d left behind in the old place, I didn’t once regret handing my sofa over to the local thrift shop. I knew someone out there could find a use for it, but that someone wasn’t me. I’d bought it back when Dennis and I were together. A lot happened on those worn cushions, none of which I cared to remember.

Things like sleeping in the living room because I was too afraid of him when he was drunk. Or the few times he spilled beer on the upholstery and didn’t bother to clean it up, not even after I’d asked him to.

The floors might be bare now, but it’s mine.
No co-signing. No help from my parents. It may have dipped into my savings, but I knew spending more for a new apartment was a lot better than signing on for another year at the old one.

Jake pushed himself away from the wall and headed for the sliding glass doors leading out to my balcony. "Have you checked out the view yet?"

I laughed. "I saw it when I signed the lease, remember?"

"Since it started to snow?" He gestured halfheartedly at the bleak darkness outside. "Have you ever seen it snow on the Puget Sound?"

Brushing my hands off on my jeans, I decided it was in both of our best interests to leave the unpacking for later. He hugged an arm around me when I set my head on his shoulder, silently watching the flakes fall onto the few inches that had already managed to cover the ground.

The snows that came in late November were rare, but this year was an exception. The snows started earlier in the day, and by late evening, the usual glow one expected after a small storm could be seen inside my living room.

My move close to Puget Sound meant being closer to Jake’s place, but it was a fair drive away from
The Limelight.
Away from all things familiar. The view Jake mentioned was one of the main reasons I’d bought it. Instead of looking into traffic or a brick wall, I could actually go
outside
on
my
balcony and watch the ferries go in and out.

"Welcome home, Kira," Jake murmured, kissing my forehead.

Home.
It wasn’t a word I used lightly. My last apartment was just a place to sleep, to hold a business. I’d gotten it shortly after Dennis and I met, and looking back on it now, I’m glad I couldn’t get out of the lease until after we split up. I shuddered at the thought of what may have happened if I’d moved in with him like he’d asked.
You would’ve been out a house.
Among other things.

So when the lease on the old place was up, I started to look around. Jake insisted I stay with him, but if past experience taught me anything, it was to land on my own two feet instead of relying on someone else to do the landing for me.

I could tell he didn’t like the idea of me staying by myself, but it was far from Dennis. Jake complied once I’d agreed to a few, non-negotiable conditions. I was expected to change every email address and screen name I’d ever had. Surprisingly enough, it was a lot easier than I expected. Replacing my cell was just as uneventful, and shortly before the move, I cut off all ties with my ex. Not that he’d contacted me anyway, but Jake had seen him lurking outside
The Limelight
more than enough times to put him on edge.

In the end, this—the spectacular view and the peace of mind we both felt—was worth it.

"Oh," Jake said, excitement in his voice. "I forgot to tell you. That corner shop I mentioned last week?"

"Yeah?" I hugged my arms around his waist for support.

"They want to place a few of your masks in the shop." He drew his head back so he could look at me. "It’s on commission, but at least then they’d be where folks can see them. The agreement is forty-percent for the shop and sixty for you. If you’re interested."

Jake had mentioned his interest in showing my work off to a few retailers, but I hadn’t expected to hear back from them so soon. In fact, he’d only started shopping my work early last week.

"Are you sure I’m ready?"

He smiled. "The pieces you’ve been working on—your
Limelight
collection—is what they’re most interested in. They may place the more colorful pieces, but they were really interested in the leather, ropes, and lace."

"How many?"

"Hmm?"

"How many do they want? And for how much?"

"They have enough room right now for five, that is until they see how things go. If they sell well enough, they’ll offer more room, maybe even a spot in the front window. As for cost, that’s up to you. Remember what I said about adding your overhead."

"Overhead includes supplies, hours, and electricity. Thing is, you bought the supplies for me and have provided all the energy I need. So, shouldn’t you be pricing these?"

He looked out at the snow and didn’t talk for a long moment. "No. I told you in the beginning I expected my subs to keep a hobby, and you have. And now that you have your own place, it looks to me like you’ll need a job. These masks could bring in what you need to cover your lease."

"And if they aren’t? Would you let me go back to work?"

"As an escort, no. But we can talk about this later. There’s something else I’d like to ask you." He turned me around so I was facing him. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

I frowned. "Well, I need to unpack. Get the bed made up. Stuff like that."

"Forget unpacking for now." He caressed my cheek.

"And the masks?"

"You have time to work on those. All I want you to worry about tomorrow is making yourself available for say...seven o’ clock?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. "What aren’t you telling me?"

"You’ll see, but the thing I want to discuss with you will have to wait until then."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because, all I want tonight is a stiff drink, a warm bed and an amazing woman to share it with. Sound like anyone you know?"

I curled my fingers around the collar of his shirt. "Oh, I might be able to set you up with someone."

"After this past week, I could use a nightcap, and I'm not talking about the alcohol."

* * * *

J
ake and I stepped out of our shoes seconds before falling into each other’s arms. He pressed his lips to mine, crushing them like I knew he would when I dug my nails into the back of his neck. It wasn’t the first time we’d acted like a pair of lust-filled teenagers, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. We were barely inside his front door when we collided, one kiss away from grinding against one another. Two kisses at most until all of our clothes were off and out of the way. Three, and we’d be skin against skin with him buried deep inside me.

Master and sub had no chance when we were like this. As he unraveled, Jake deepened our kiss. In the time it took us to go from his car to the foyer, he'd managed to lose his voice. His sense of control.

He wasn't the one commanding me; his body was. Even being as tongue-tied as we were, our bodies still remembered the steps, and I flawlessly fell into place beside him. Eager. Willing to please.

Jake backed me into a wall, his hands searching the front of my blouse as he undid each of the buttons. I sucked in a hiss of air when he pinched one of my nipples, his breath hot against my neck. I loved it when he was like this. Going out of his damned mind as I lost all sense of reality. Time had no place here, inside these walls. All that mattered were his lips on mine, his hands on my breasts and me digging my nails into his back.

Driven by his as much as my actions, I ground against him, whimpering when his hard cock pressed into my thigh. Delirious, I gave in to his kiss, sharing our breath with every beat of our hearts. Neither of us broke away. Together, we refused to come up for air.

My hands searched the front of his jacket and, with tentative fingers, I slowly drew down the zipper. His dress shirt wasn’t as easy to get rid of. Every button slipped through my fingers, almost as if getting him out of that shirt was the hardest thing to do in the world.

And it was. Given the state of mind we were both in, it was amazing we were still standing, let alone moving. Electricity crackled around us, and I arched my back away from the wall as Jake undid my jeans. The man had no problem removing my clothes, but in his rush to feel every inch of my skin, he’d forgotten about his own.

I let out a frustrated growl, then sighed when the button on his pants finally came undone. I drew in a shaky breath, smiling to myself when I wrapped my fingers around Jake’s painfully erect cock. The warmth of his skin under my fingertips was almost too much.

The man was intoxicating in his own right, but when he was standing in front of me, losing it as I held him in my hand, there was no drug in the world that could replace the way I felt then. Powerful. Unstoppable. Unable to hold back.

Jake broke our kiss, gasping for breath. We separated, quickly removed our clothes, then fell into each other’s arms again. I buried my face against his neck, inhaling his cologne as I stroked him with my palm. He moaned. Turned his head to kiss me on the cheek.

And every time his breath caught, I took it as a small victory, knowing I was in control, unraveling him from the inside out.

"God, I love it when you’re like this," Jake said, nuzzling my neck.

"Aggressive?" I smiled when his breath caught again.

"No." He swallowed. Groaned. "When you know exactly what you want and will go to any lengths to get it."

I trembled when he pressed a finger to my clit. "Does..." I wet my lips. "Does that mean you’d be open to a role reversal?"

Jake took my hands in his and held them above my head, keeping me against the wall. "No. There’s something you need to know." He leaned in to kiss my ear. "You could be on top for all I cared, but never forget who’s in control."

He covered my lips with his, and before I could register what he’d said, he thrust inside me, forcing all the air from my lungs. He parted my lips with his tongue, deepening our kiss as he thrust a second time. Harder. Deeper.

Once the initial shock from the first impact wore off, I rocked my hips, straining against his hold on me as I tried to stand on equal footing. Jake lifted one of my legs and hooked it around his back, forcing us closer together. He used slow, fluid strokes, hitting  my G-spot.

"Who’s in control now?" Jake asked with a playful lilt in his voice.

"You are, Master." I let my head fall back.

The wall bit at my shoulders. I didn’t doubt they’d be bruised in the morning, but for now, I didn’t care. The wall was just close enough, while the bed was worlds away. And even as he drove into me time and again, I couldn’t taste enough of Jake's skin. Feel enough of him against me. Around me.
Inside
me.

"Deeper," I begged, widening my stance the best I could with one foot on the ground.

"Harder, too?" Jake asked, his voice dripping with desperation.

"God, yes," I breathed.
One thousand times, yes.

Grabbing on to each of my hips, Jake drove himself deeper, grunting whenever our bodies made contact. Sweat covered his brow, and he closed his eyes in deep concentration. Taking him bareback was so much better than when we used to use a condom. It hadn’t taken long for me to start on the pill. As many times as we’d done this, right here in this hall, a condom was the last thing on our minds.

"Kira," his voice drew me back to the present. Into his arms. Against him. "Jesus, so fucking tight."

I offered him a sly grin.
You haven’t seen anything yet.
Months of training and encouragement allowed me to tighten my Kegels whenever I wanted.

"Oh God," Jake exhaled.

"Like that, Master?" I asked, tightening my pussy around him.

He released a heavy sigh. "You know I do." He looked directly at me. "Question is, can you hold on until I finish?"

I chewed my bottom lip. "I’ll try, Master."

"Good girl. Remember, no coming until I tell you to."

Not that I could anyway. More training and an even greater sense of loyalty held my orgasms at bay. It was frustrating when he didn’t allow me to finish, but even more rewarding when he did. Every run-in with him was a test of patience and discipline, and tonight was no different.

Clenching my jaw, I clamped my pussy around him, holding my breath as I tightened it some more. Jake groaned and wrapped an arm behind me, holding me steady as he thrust hard and fast. And every time he did, he sent cool electric currents all throughout my body.

I moaned when he pinched one of my nipples. Twisted it. As I fought to hold on to my control, he was doing everything he could to challenge it—my control as well as my submission. 

Focus, Kira.
I screwed my eyes tight as I raked my nails across his back. He growled, thrust in as far as he could go, and came. But I wasn’t done yet. He may have finished, but he hadn’t given me the word. Releasing my Kegels before tightening them again once he pulled out, I wiggled against him, biting my lip when he teased my clit.