Legally Bound (4 page)

“You said you trust me Baby, come here,” he coaxed softly. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I promise to make you feel amazing but we’ll stop whenever you want.”

Paige took a few deep breaths. There was something in his voice that was getting under her skin making her want to stay and relax. He sound so in control and she didn’t know why but it made her feel safe giving up hers. With a slow nod she released her arm from her breasts and stepped forward again slowly. He loved that she was surrendering to him.

He circled her giving her time to relax while he took in her beauty. His smile split his face when he noticed her juices coating her thigh. He couldn’t hold back anymore he had to taste her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and hocked his fingers in her thong tugging it down her legs lift one leg then the other before tossing her soaked thong aside.

He loved the sexy red heels on her feet. The sight of her naked before him in just those heels was driving him to the edge of his control. Pushing her legs apart he leaned in to kiss and lick up the juices that coated her thigh. Paige was moaning and writhing above him. Her free hand shot out to reach for his head but he grabbed it just in time and laced his fingers with hers.

“No touching Baby,” he crooned. “I get to touch you all I want but you keep those pretty little hands to yourself.”

Paige whimpered and tightened her hold on his hand that clutched hers. With his free hand he grabbed a hand full of her ass and tilted her hips to his mouth flicking his tongue against her soaked opening. “Ah,” Paige sighed in unconcealed pleasure.

For better access he hooked her right leg over his shoulder before he dove in to have his fill. Paige’s cries were like sweet music causing his blood to pump through his veins and his body to hum with satisfaction. She tasted sweeter than he hoped she would. Her scent was so fresh and welcoming. He knew he could eat her sweet pussy all night.

“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she gasped. Paige couldn’t believe he was getting her to cum so easy. His tongue was like a freaking magic wand.

“Good girl, cum for me Baby,” he groaned. He slipped a finger into her tight opening and it sent her over the edge. He pulled back to look up and watch her in awe as her orgasm took her over. She was so tight as her walls clench around his finger. “Again,” he growled as he pumped his finger inside her adding another as he watched her respond to him.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

“For me you can,” he rasped not letting up his ministration.

Sure as he said it she did. With her head thrown back and her mouth open she cried out in ecstasy. He’d never seen a woman look more beautiful when they came and she was coming for him. He needed inside her bad.

Gently placing her leg back on the ground he stood and lifted her left hand and swiftly cuffed it. Paige was too lost in her orgasm that was still rippling through her to notice. He positioned himself behind her and nipped at her shoulder causing her to throw her head back against his shoulder.

Deftly, he unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them aside, springing free his throbbing cock. He pressed the head to her buttocks grinding into her. Paige bucked and arched her back to him. He grabbed her hips pulling them back to open her to him.

Leaning into her ear he breathed huskily. “I’m going to make this so good for you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long and now I finally have you,” with his words he thrust his hips forward tearing a cry from Paige. “
Fuck
, you’re tight. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Paige whimpered. Her mind was fuzzy and she was trying to fight through the haze. He just said something that was trying to breakthrough to her. Alarm bells were going off in the distance and something was nagging at her brain, but at the moment she could only thinking about how full she was.

Paige had never been this full in her life. He was stretching her in ways she didn’t think possible. His grip on her hips was bruising as he pounded into her. If this was sex, what had she done in the past? If he went any deeper he would be in her throat.

“Oh yeah, that’s right open up for me Princess,” he groaned.

With his words Paige’s mind started to clear a little more. She knew this man. The voice was too familiar and the way he said Princess reminded her of someone, she just couldn’t put her finger on it in the moment. ‘
I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long and now I finally have you
,’ his word came back to her, he knew her. Paige tried to focus and think of all the guys she knew that had asked her out that would have the type of money and connections to be in this club.

He had to be black with all the girth and length he was forcing inside her. He was hung like a horse. She could tell he was a lot taller than she was. Damn it, how did she get someone that knows her? She was going to kill Camille.

“Get out of your head Paige,” he hissed. When he cupped her breasts in his hands and shifted his angle, all comprehension was last. She forgot about anything other than him. “Ah, that’s it. You feel so good, so wet Baby, so tight.”

“Oh, please don’t stop, harder,” Paige pleaded as she griped the chains connected to the cuffs.

“Oh yes, anything you want Baby, anything,” he groaned and buried his face in her sweat soaked back as he pumped harder and deeper. In and out of her tight body pushing her higher and higher and running closely behind her to fall over the edge.

Paige’s body started to quake and he felt the moment she squirted and came hard around him. “
Fuck
,” he bellowed reaching to cover her hands clutched around the chains with his as he followed her over. Paige felt him pump his seed deep into her womb as her orgasm rung her out. Her legs were jelly beneath her, the cuffs were the only thing holding her up.

When she felt him pull out of her she was sure his would uncuff her and let her pass out on the plush bed she noticed in the back of the room. Instead he made his way around her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed the corners of her mouth coming just dangerously close enough to kissing her lips.

His hands slide into her hair and he tipped her head back exposing her neck to him. Paige loved the way he kissed her skin. His kisses were warm and hungry against her flesh as he opened his mouth and slowly flicked out his tongue with each kiss. She wondered what a real kiss from him would feel like. The thought made her groan, she couldn’t believe as spent as she felt her body was reacting to him still.

“Paige,” he groaned wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her in the air as if she weighed nothing. He swiftly wrapped her legs around his waist and impaled her with his once again impressive erection. “I need to have you again.”

Paige couldn’t deny him if she tried. Her body was his playground and she was happily along for the ride. She had no idea how she would ever find someone to fulfill her after this. He was ruining her for all other man. His strong arms cradled her against him like he owned and claimed her.

Paige grabbed onto the second wind that hit her as he drove her body insane. Clutching the chains to anchor herself she rocked her hip to meet his thrusts. His head fell back as he lost himself in her body. “Oh Paige, yes Baby ride me,” he rasped.

Paige couldn’t see anything but she could feel. She could feel his huge hands cupping her ass. She could feel his sweat soaked body slapping against her drenched skin. She could feel when he placed his sweaty forehead to hers and felt his warm breath against her lips, teasing them for the kiss she knew would set her on fire. She could feel his massive erection plowing through her tight walls. As she rocked her hips she could feel him getting close and started to clutch her walls around him and grind her hips with each downward motion.

“Oh shit, you have magic pussy,” his deep voice rumbled through her body. “I’m not going to last you keep doing that Paige.”

Paige giggled and tightened her legs around him digging her heels into his ass and dropping her hips down harder. “I’m cumming Baby, cum with me,” she panted. Her words stunned him. It took everything in him not to kiss the mouth they came from. He reached to unfastened the cuffs one by one still thrust his hips into hers.

He managed to free her just before they both exploded into ecstasy and tumbled to the floor. He gripped her sides and buried his face in her stomach. Paige blacked out with the force of her orgasm and was asleep almost on impact with the ground.

Bobby kissed her stomach and propped up on his side to look down at her. Gently he reached for her blindfold and pulled it down. He smiled at her angelic sleeping face. In that moment he knew this would never work. He could never chance her falling into the hands of another. This club was never for her in the first place and he didn’t want her this way.

Chapter Seven

P
aige woke to the feel of soft satin sheets caressing her skin. She couldn’t remember getting into the bed. A big smile spread across her face with what she did remember, the best sex of her life. She turned her face into the pillow and squealed into it. No wonder Camille was always so happy.

Paige sat up and noticed the white piece of paper on the pillow beside her. She reached for the paper and unfolded it. Paige read the note four times before it really set in. She felt the tears sting the backs of her eyes and rage ran through her.

Paige,

Hope you slept well. Take your time leaving, there is no rush. You were amazing, but I will not be recommending you as a member for the club.

Your Admin Advisor,

M.

Paige felt crushed. She let this man in her body without question and he didn’t think she was good enough for this club. Was she too black, did they meet their ethnic quota for the year, was she not a big enough freak? She sat stewing not wanting to give this place the grace of her tears. Who did they think they were?

It wasn’t like she was going to complain, to who? They knew she wouldn’t file a lawsuit against some secret sex club for discrimination. Her post sex high had been ripped from her. This was so embarrassing.

Paige scrambled from the bed tearing the blindfold off from around her neck and tossing it to the floor. She rushed to get dressed and retrieved her purse. Paige was too embarrassed to text Camille like they planned. Instead she rushed from the club without looking back and jumped into a cab for home.

Paige resolved not to cry at all. It was one night of sex what she needed to begin with. She would not let the rejection set in. It was their loss not to have her, just like it had been Eric, Cliff, Isaiah, and Peter’s loss. When she thought about it she would never do something so reckless again. Who cares about their stupid club?

~B~

“What the hell?” Camille growled when Paige entered her office.

“I’m here for my meeting with Bobby. Can you let him know I’m here,” Paige said not looking up from the file in her hand.

“Not before you tell me what happened. You left without me and you wouldn’t answer my calls. Did something go wrong, are you okay?” Camille asked with genuine concern.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Paige grunted.

“Tough shit,” Camille snapped. “What happened?”

“The advisor was a total douche, he screwed my brains out and then declined my application, leaving me feeling like I found the pictures and blogs about Peter’s engagement all over again. I feel used, demeaned and like an idiot for listening to you and because he had the world’s biggest dick I have had to be reminded of my humiliation with every step I have taken,” Paige bit out as she smile sweetly. “So do you think you can tell your boss that I am here now?”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” Camille exhaled. “I never thought there was a chance you would be declined. I never heard of it happening at that stage in an application before.”

“Not. Helping. Camille,” Paige growled. She held up her hand to stay Camille’s next words. “Let Bobby know I am here please.”

“Good morning, Paige.”

Paige’s head snapped toward the voice coming from behind her. Her body responded immediately to the silky smooth timber. Bobby was standing in the doorway to his office with he hands in his pants pockets studying her face, looking concerned. No, it couldn’t be. She was losing her mind. There was no way she had sex with Bobby Mairettie. There was no way that massive penis belonged to Bobby Mairettie. Paige cheeks warmed as her eyes dropped to his crouch. She quickly looked back up to his face.

This weekend really did a number on her. She knew Bobby was a playboy but with his looks he would have no need for a club like that. She snorted to herself, it definitely couldn’t be him. She was sure he had no desire to sleep with her, unlike the loser who admitted to wanting her and then turning her application down.

Bobby stood staring at Paige not sure what to do. He could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to make the pieces fit. He heard everything she said to Camille. He didn’t want to hurt her by rejecting her application. She was just his, whether she knew it or not, and he did not share well.

He swelled with pride that she was still sore from their lovemaking. He wanted her to know he had been inside her, claiming her body for his own. His eyes racked her body from head to toe. She was wearing her hair down again like the night at the club. The sheath dress under her blazer was hugging her curves and driving him crazy.

Bobby spent the entire time since he left her sleeping in bed thinking about her. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her. He had wanted to stay and hold her in his arms and fall asleep beside her. He almost had, thinking that if she woke to see it was him lying next to her they could forget the club and she would just be his.

“Good morning Sir,” Paige said narrowing her eyes as she searched his face.

“Please Paige, call me Bobby. We are about to spend most our days and nights together for the next few months. You are on first name bases with both my brothers and my dad. I don’t see why I should be different,” Bobby said with a warm smile.

“Sure,” Paige nodded.

“Come, we have a lot to do,” Bobby replied and turned to walk back into his office.

Paige’s back stiffened at his words.
Come.
If he keeps talking to her she might. She was embarrassed to say that her panties were actually wet. What was wrong with her? She never reacted this way around him before. Hell, she never reacted to any man this way before Saturday night.

“You okay,” Camille asked her.

Paige turned to her with a look of confusion on her face. She was being ridiculous. Camille would have told her if Bobby was involved in a place like that club, wouldn’t she? Paige shook it off and marched into Bobby’s office. He was sitting at his desk at the computer.

“Have you had breakfast? I have some coffee and pastries on the table over there, help yourself,” he said without looking away from the screen.

“Thank you,” Paige murmured and went over to the table to set her things down and make a cup of coffee.

Bobby looked up to watch her once her back was turned. Images of her naked assaulted him, making his pants uncomfortable. One thing was clear, his mind and body wanted more of her, all of her. Without thinking he stood from his seat and moved across the room.

“Everything to your liking Princess,” Bobby murmured into her ear as he stood behind her.

Paige took in a sharp breath of air as she nearly dropped her cup. Her eyes pinched closed and she prayed this was all a dream. The tingling in her body from his nearness and her soak panties told her it was anything but. This was real, she’d slept with Bobby Mairettie she had no doubt about it. With her eyes closed she could feel him and smell his cologne, that sweet musky smell from the other night.

“Oh God,” she breathed.

“What is it?” Bobby asked placing a hand on her waist.

Paige slammed her cup down on the table and spun around to face him. She was beyond pissed. She couldn’t even find the words and her stupid body was reacting to him like it wanted to just lie out before him. Bobby looked down at her search her eyes with concern written all over his face.

Paige was humiliated all over again. Her blood was boiling. So she wasn’t good enough for the great Bobby Mairettie. Well he could go to hell. Who did he think he was? How dare he touch her, like just because she let him into her body once in some stupid club he now had a right?

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped. “We don’t have time to waste let’s get this over with. I have other files that need my attention.”

“Paige,” Bobby started.

“Don’t, whatever you are going to say don’t, it was a mistake. I was stupid and should never have been there. I won’t mention it to anyone and I hope you will show me the same courtesy. If you can’t, I will be happy to step down from this team and I will start to look for a new firm immediately,” Paige said firmly.

“Paige, you don’t understand,” Bobby started again.

“No Bobby, you don’t understand. I worked too hard to have my reputation ruined by one night of misjudgment. The one time I decide to step out of my comfort zone I sleep with my boss’s son. I’ve already spent the weekend feeling like a complete idiot. Please don’t make this worse for me. I love working for this firm but I will go if this is a problem.”

Bobby’s jaw clenched and unclenched, working under the skin as he tried to reign in his control. She wouldn’t even give him a chance to explain, a chance to tell her he wanted her and that was why he would never let her join the club. He would never reject her. She was perfect, perfect for him.

Bobby nodded his head curtly and turned for his desk.