“And then?”
“And then…” What would she do? She’d worked so hard for so long to be free, she’d never thought about what she might do once she had her freedom.
“Then what, Jamie?” His low voice caught her and she looked up into eyes full of compassion. Understanding. Love?
A wash of desire and affection flowed through her, taking her breath away.
“I—I—” She took a deep breath, not sure what she felt. Dammit, was that Roarke again, or had she been imagining all of it? Did loving him make her weak or strong? How could a man like him, a man with so much, ever feel the same about her?
“Hold that thought. We’re here.” He eased down the window.
She looked out at a glass palace overlooking the water. A modern structure made of what looked like mirrors crossed with amalgam steel and wooden beams, a house crafted in the new Otra-style, that had recently become popular in the States.
“Oh, wow.”
“It’s actually the family beach house. Not really mine. My mother designed it.” He helped her out of the vehicle and walked her to the front door. She heard the crashing waves against the cliff behind the house. Talk about a view to die for.
He took her through the front hallway into the living areas, past teak furnishings and platinum viewers, past greenery and feminine touches that showed a woman had indeed had a hand in decorating. The colorful pillows, throws and artwork softened the practical angles and modern furniture.
“And the view. What my father paid handsomely for twenty years ago.” Roarke nodded to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. “You can see out, but no one can see in unless I press that.” He pointed to a switch on the wall. “We have a few nosey neighbors who like to comb the beach. If the sun hits the house just right, you can see right inside unless the refractor setting is on.”
“Great views, unless you’re not into having an audience.”
“No. We value privacy.”
She hadn’t heard him talk about his family much, and this new side to him—
us, we
—sounded surprisingly nice. “Do you see them much?”
He nodded. “I try to make trips offworld every few weeks. Or my brothers visit down here. I haven’t seen Mom or Dad in a few months though.” He narrowed his gaze, which slipped from her eyes to her mouth. “I had a special trainee taking a lot of my attention. My brothers are dying to meet the woman who has me in knots.”
“In knots?”
I have him in knots?
He cupped her head, threading his fingers through her hair. “Mmm-hmm. Hard, hot and frustrated all the time. I’ve been dying to find a way to get you to break the contract so I could work you out of my system.”
That hurt, but he was honest. “And have you?”
The smile he gave her worried her. A lot of mean was in that grin. “Not even close. It’s going to be years, decades, before I’m tired of you.”
She sucked in a breath, trying to imagine the next twenty years stuck with Roarke Talson. To her immense displeasure, she couldn’t summon a single protest.
“But maybe it’s just that I haven’t been truly satisfied yet. Maybe I need to see if everything I’ve fantasized about is as good as my imagination.” He kissed her, his lips lingering over hers with a sweetness he hadn’t yet shown her. Then he slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting and teasing. Making her yearn for so much more.
Male contentment and desire twisted and turned until she felt him pulling at her own lusts. He cupped her ass and dragged her against his ceaseless erection. “That’s good. See, look. There’s one of my neighbors now. Tom Ranson, a shipping competitor.” He kissed his way down her neck. “He’s a friend of mine. And we’ve dated a few of the same women. He’d like you a lot. My sexy, fuckable little slave.”
He turned her in his arms, pressing her against the glass with his front against her back. “Don’t move.” He stepped away and she concentrated on trying to lower her body temperature.
She felt on fire, her nipples through her shirt so hard against the cold window, while her loins throbbed, on fire and needing the cool touch of Roarke’s mouth to ease her. God, he’d turned her into a raging nympho. That he had a family he loved, brothers he respected, and a work ethic she adored didn’t help matters. He hadn’t called the police or reported her to the authorities yet either. If he thought making her his sex slave would be a just punishment, she’d happily let him believe the worst.
Because if he knew how much she wanted him, the arrogant bastard might withhold sex just to torture her—and make her want him even more.
“What did you do?” she asked when he came back to her.
He slipped his hands around her shirt and unbuttoned it. But he didn’t take it off her. He unfastened her bra at the front clasp and pushed the garment to either side of her chest, baring her breasts.
“Press against the glass,” he ordered in a whisper. He nipped her earlobe. “I turned off the protective feature before I took off my clothes. Now Tom can see you with me.”
He placed her hands on the glass above her head. “I want him to see you, to know how my beautiful slave reacts when I fuck her, and how she looks when I’m inside her.”
She’d never thought voyeurism might turn her on, but it seemed anything Roarke Talson did excited her. She couldn’t drum up a suitable sense of embarrassment, even when Tom stopped dead in his tracks on the beach and gaped up at them. She didn’t know how much he could see from that distance, but apparently he could see enough. And then he had the nerve to give Roarke a thumbs-up while he watched.
“Roarke. He’s looking right at me.”
He shoved his hand into her pants and cupped her pussy. “I thought you might like it. You have so much fire buried inside you. Just like me. Hard on the surface, hot inside.” He rocked against her and she wished she could see him, naked and aroused.
Roarke had a body men envied. And best of all, he knew how to use it. He bent down to remove her shoes, socks, pants and panties. Leaving her in nothing but her dangling bra and parted shirt, he stepped behind her once more.
“Now bend forward, that’s it. Press those pretty nipples against the glass. Yeah, that’s good. Tom’s watching, isn’t he?”
He was, and he made no qualms about it. Roarke shifted behind her and her nipples brushed the cold glass.
“Oh. That’s…
Roarke
.”
He spread her ass cheeks and pushed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. “I want to fuck you here. Right now. With Tom watching.”
She didn’t know what to say, and then she didn’t have to. Roarke stepped back, leaving her for a moment. Then his finger was there, at her anus. He felt cold and slick as he rimmed a lubricated digit around her opening.
“Oh, that’s…weird.”
He chuckled. “Weird now. But wait until I’m stretching you, Jamie.” His voice thickened. “Wait until my dick is stretching you. Your ass, your mouth, your cunt. I’ll fill you with cum, on you and in you. You’ll finally belong to me.”
A tremble of masculine lust shook her and she realized she felt Roarke’s desire. She’d never survive his feelings
and
hers. “Roarke, there’s something happening.”
“I know. Just let it go. Feel it.” He inched his finger inside her ass while he reached around to tug her clit. “Fuck, I want you. I need you, Jamie. You don’t know how much.”
Yet a part of her did. She sensed the full intensity of his desire and it shocked her to know he meant more than the physical, but that emotionally he needed her as well.
His finger inched deeper into her, making her burn while amping her arousal. Up to his knuckle, then deeper. Before he finished, he added another finger, the pain of her body stretching mixed with pleasure as he plucked and massaged her clit.
“I feel full but empty. I need you inside me.” She stared out at their admirer, watching as he watched them. She felt so naughty, doubly so because she’d never had anal sex before, and their voyeur who didn’t show any signs of turning away.
“You’re going to be full pretty soon, honey. Just you wait.” Roarke toyed with her, but she knew it was too soon for him to put that fat cock inside her. “It might sting, but you’ll feel good, I promise. Just cling to me, with your mind.”
Before she could ask what exactly that meant, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something thicker.
“Damn. I’m going to try real hard not to come until I’m buried inside you, but Jamie, I don’t know if I can make it.” He sounded tortured, and she loved knowing he had little control when it came to her.
Roarke pushed slowly, allowing her to adjust as he stretched her virgin flesh. Like his fingers, he’d lubed his cock, and he grunted and groaned while he slid inside her, whispering words of praise and desire. Just when she thought he’d reached his breaking point and would come, he’d stop and start again.
She reacted better than she’d thought she would to the pressure inside her. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she’d suppressed the pain under a rush of arousal. Heat surrounded her and blazed through her clit, yet she knew the heat she felt was her own around Roarke’s cock.
“We’re tied. You and me, honey. Together. Finally,” he rasped and sank the last inch inside her ass. “Oh fuck. Tom’s jerking off. Never seen him do that before.”
She’d almost forgotten their admirer as Roarke claimed her ass, but as she stared down at the handsome blond masturbating, she felt Roarke move inside her.
She bit her lip. “
Oh yes.
That feels good.” When he pinched her clit, she jerked, and he rammed back inside her. “Please. Give it to me. Fuck me. Take me, yes.”
Losing herself to sensation, she shoved back against him and he groaned. He let go of her clit and gripped her waist as he slammed in and out of her. Her pussy tried to grip something, but she was empty. Her ass clenched around him, clinging to the tool bringing her such painful pleasure.
“Take it, Jamie. Take me. All of me.” He surged one final time and stilled, coming with great gasps as he jetted into her ass.
She jerked and climaxed, prolonging his orgasm.
When she could again think, she noticed Tom conspicuously absent on the beach.
“I think he’s gone.” She sounded hoarse.
And so did Roarke when he finally withdrew. The burn she hadn’t anticipated, but then he swung her into her arms. “I love you.”
Jamie wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. “What?”
He carried her away from the window after turning the switch back on. “I was going to wait, to let you stew for a few months. I’d let you work off your disregard for the rules, and for bashing me in the head. Then I’d confess how I felt. You’d be too happy and in love with me by then to reject me.” He walked them into a luxurious bathroom with a spa tub built for four.
It filled in a few minutes, warm and scented with whatever he threw in the water. While they waited, he watched her.
She said nothing, hoping to believe but afraid none of this was real.
“Dammit, I’m putting myself on the line here. Aren’t you going to say anything?” He glared at her.
Ah, the Talson she knew and…
loved
. “What should I say?”
He swore. “Shit. I knew it was a mistake to show my hand early. But hell, when the woman you’ve been drooling over for a fucking year lets you make love to her seven ways to Sunday, then lets you ass-fuck her with an audience, a guy can get a little crazy.”
She walked to him, aware of the soreness in her ass. “Oh?”
He hugged her to him, fitting her curves to the hard planes of his body, and stroked her back. “You’re as mean as I am. You work harder than I do. And you know what it is to be loyal.” He tipped her head back. “I’ve never felt so much for anyone before.” Roarke swallowed hard. “Jamie. I know this is sudden. Hell, I’m not even human.”
“Half-human,” she corrected, no longer surprised at the growing love she felt pouring from him.
“But I love you. You might not believe it, but I have nothing but time to prove it.”
“Fine way of showing it. Working me nearly to death.” She tried to frown, but could only manage a grin.
His answering smile made her feel ten feet tall.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you from the moment I saw you. At first it was lust. I thought if I had you, I’d stop thinking about you all the time. But your contract stipulated no sexual interaction. Our company always adheres to the law, that’s why we have such a good reputation.”
“That was part of what drew me to taking your offer.”
“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t know why I took yours. I wanted to fuck you from day one.” He eyed her hunger, and love. “I still do. The only way around the no-sex clause, as I could see it, was to make you break the contract.”
“By getting me to quit.” She nodded, amused and reluctantly impressed by his trickery. “You couldn’t proposition me or harass me without breaking the contract yourself. But if I quit or tried to escape…”
“Exactly. You’ll never know how fucking happy I was when you knocked me over the head with that cheap hunk of wood.” He frowned. “And speaking of which, I don’t think you’ve paid for that crime yet, let alone atoned for trying to smuggle an Otra home.”
“So I’m still your servant until I pay my indentured fee?” she teased, unable to disregard the truth. Roarke Talson loved her.
“For the record,” he said and kissed her, “your debt was paid a long time ago. The contract was just a means of keeping you near.” He tensed against her. “Jamie, seriously, I love you. If you really don’t want to be here with me, I won’t make you. But I don’t want you to go.”
She searched his expression. “You’ll just let me walk out of here without looking back? You won’t try to stop me?”
“I… I…” He clenched his jaw and swore. “Hell no. I want to let you go, but I can’t. Baby, you’re mine and I’m keeping you. Jamie, we’re one. Can’t you feel it?” He held her hands over his heart. “You need space, fine. But don’t leave. Jamie, please don’t.”
To her shock, her tough shipping magnate looked on the verge of tears.
“Oh, Roarke. Don’t be such a baby. I love you too.”
He hugged her so tight she yelped. “Sorry. You won’t regret it. I swear.” He tugged her forward and eased them into the hot bath water.