Jilliana

You are not that girl anymore. He cannot come in here and order you around. Stand your ground! Once I've given myself a firm talking to, I open my eyes. Only to be startled with Keighan standing right in front of me. His mouth is mere centimeters from mine.

I must have been in such a zone I didn't even hear him moving closer. Although how I didn't feel the heat from his body I'll never know. Thinking of his body I look down to study him. He was always a well-built man, even when we were in high school.

I can tell he did a lot of working out while he was away. His arms are bigger than my head. He's wearing a suit, but I can make out his eight pack through the button up shirt. Causing me to swallow down my desire.

"See something you like?" He mumbles against my lips. I know what he's doing. Trying to wear me down, that's why he's so close to me right now. It's why his lips are practically touching mine. All I would have to do is move my head in his direction just a bit and I could have him feeding me that for which I've been starving. Him!

Knowing I must hold my ground I take a step back, in the opposite direction. He watches me as I continue walking backwards, never taking my eyes away from his. Only stopping when my back hits the pole. Which gives me a great idea.

"How about instead of all this talk about taking me out of here, you allow me to give you what you really want." I lick my bottom lip giving him my most sultry look.

I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. He's thinking about it. A sly smile forms on my lips. Once he takes off his suit jacket, I know I have his full attention. He takes off the blue tie I hadn't even realized was around his neck.

As he prowls in my direction it takes all my strength not to move with the look, he's giving me. He walks by me and sits on his lone chair once more. Leaning back, he gets comfortable and waits for me to begin.

"Don't trust the couches in this room?" I ask in a sarcastic tone. Still, he remains quiet. I grab the remote that lays on the abandoned couch and start the music. Once Pour Some Sugar on Me blast through the speakers I sway my hips to the beat. Trying my hardest to calm down and not think about who I'm about to dance for.

Closing my eyes, I sway my hips in a seductive way. Forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. Until I open them and find myself standing in front of the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

His body hasn't moved, only his eyes. Those all-encompassing green eyes of his watch me like a wolf hunting its dinner. Deciding I need to buy myself some time I drop down slowly to my knees. Placing each hand on top of his legs I rub them back and forth along his thigh.

The only way I know he even feels them there is his once slacked pants have grown increasingly tight. There's now a big bulge right between his legs. Still, he doesn't move, and his eyes remain on my face.

Sitting up I place my breasts desperately close to his face, causing him to groan with pleasure. I can see out of the corner of my eye how his hands have formed into tight fists where they lay by his legs along the chair. Knowing I have him I just need to kick this up a notch. I bring myself fully onto his lap, placing one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his head. I lean him further back into the chair as I grab a hold of his hair and pull his head back.

Still the insufferable man doesn't move an inch. I put everything I have into this dance, grinding down on top of him like a feline in heat. I'm growing wetter between my legs the more I thrust my hips on him. I hear a moaning echo along with the music playing. The music that may as well not be playing for all I care. That's how bad I have it now. I'm afraid if I don't stop, I'll go too far. If I don't pull away now I may wind up doing something I know I'll regret later.

Even knowing all this, I can't help myself. Especially when he finally does answer my silent prayers and puts his hands on my body. They are only on my back, but it feels amazing. He pulls my hips down all the way so I can't move away from him. The bastard plays dirty. His hips push up with every grind down of mine. To make matters worse he is burying his face in my hair and taking a deep breath of my scent.

I'm on the edge of coming, just from this contact alone. I know it makes me a fool, but I need it. I need it more than the air I breathe. When his hands reach for my ass, he stops all movement all together. No, not right now I'm so close. "Please." I beg even though I know it makes me weak in his presence. I beg the devil to give me the release I haven't had in three long years.

He moves my hair away from my neck and kisses me there. I do my best to move my hips to get some friction, but it only makes him laugh along my skin. "Tsk, tsk My Sweet. You haven't been such a good girl." With those words he bites down on my neck causing me to moan in ecstasy.

His next words bring me out of whatever this is, "you've been an unbelievably bad girl since I've been away. I know everything." He kisses the place he bit me and licks it with his tongue. Trying to soothe me into a false sense of security. He's playing an extremely dangerous game here. Or am I the one that's playing his? Before I can say or do anything else he simply tells me "Bad girls that don't do as they are told need to be punished." His words make ice in my veins as my body locks up with both trepidation and anger.

I try to pull away from him, but he won't let me. He wraps both his arms around my back and pulls me in tight to his body. "No, My Sweet. My patience is now gone. You're coming with me." That's the last of his words he whispers in my ear, as he tightens his hold and stands clear up from the chair. Walking toward the door, not giving me a choice in the matter.