She debated her choices.
Jenny had never had a problem with her feminine side. She believed in equal rights, and equal pay for women, but no way was she a women's libber. She might never admit that out loud, but she was feminine to her bones. She loved him opening doors for her. She loved him paying for everything. She loved him picking her up every night and driving her wherever they went. She loved his assertive demands to get what he wanted.
An idea came to her that would push him just a little. He would never suspect that she had a purpose.
She picked up her phone to send him a text. They only texted each other to confirm plans. She keyed in the words that she knew would set him off. Did she really want to pull the tiger's tail?
'need my car 2nite. Will meet u at ur place.' She pressed the send button.
Her phone rang before she could set it down.
"Hello? "
"Why do you need your car, Jenny? " His voice was short, clipped.
She would do this casual. "Oh, I don't really need my car. I just want my car. "
"Why? "
"I don't know. I haven't given it much thought. A change of pace? I don't know. I just feel like driving. "
"It's supposed to rain all day, Jenny. I'll come pick you up. " It was a statement. A final statement.
She disputed it. "No. "
"No? Goddamnit, Jenny. It's raining. I'll drive you. "
"No. "
"Why the fuck not? "
"Because now you're just irritating me. I want to drive. " This was getting interesting.
There was a pause. His voice was short, pissed. Not something she cared to contest. "Listen, babe. That's a Goddamn flooding rain out there. You can pull this little stunt tomorrow night. I'm going to pick you up. I don't want to hear any shit about it. Be ready."
He disconnected.
Jenny shut the phone and smiled. Her car was on empty and she hadn't really wanted to pump gas in all that rain.
When Richard knocked on her door that night, the rain was gone. It had quit raining a few hours earlier, and what rain had backed up in the streets, had long since drained off.
Jenny opened the door and made a small production of looking at the sky and then stepping back and crossing her arms as he entered. He stepped in, slammed the door and immediately crowded her space. A thrill went through her. My God, it just kept getting better and better.
He pushed her against the wall. "Are you ready to come with me? Or do you still want to fight? " He pushed his torso into her. His hands slid up and grabbed her face. He lifted it.
She smiled tantalizingly at him. "I want to fight. "
Richard felt her witchery surround him. The force of their attraction was magnetic. He wanted her under him. The impulse to have her was not going away. She was becoming an obsession. He pulled her face up to his. He opened his mouth over hers. He took. She gave. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall. He took her mouth again. She was casting a spell on him. He could feel the aggression in his blood. He wanted her captive. He lifted his mouth. "Then fight me. "
"You don't scare me. You won't hurt me. " Her tone was combative. She pushed against his hands and tested the strength of his grip.
He pushed back. He didn't relinquish his hold. "I don't want to scare you. I would never hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel good. " His voice was low and rough. He was hard against her. He needed to get it in. He wanted the feel of her surrounding him. Enclosing him. He reached down and unsnapped his jeans.
He watched as she assimilated the sound and her eyes went dark with passion. God, she was beautiful.
She was still belligerent, but her breathing was rapid, and he could smell the arousal on her skin. She pushed her pelvis toward him. "You think you can tell me what to do. You think this is a dictatorship. You think you're the dictator. "
He pushed his jeans down. "You think we should have a fucking democracy? " He lifted her skirt and shoved her panties down her legs. He slid his fingers through her folds and found her wet, slick, ready for him. He moved his thick length to her opening. "Then let's take a vote. My vote is that we fuck. " He shoved a tantalizing inch of his penis into her. He let go of one of her hands and lifted her face to his. "What's your vote, babe? "
Jenny felt the hunger and need slam through her body. She knew she had brought this on herself. She didn't care. It was so exciting with him. She tried to push down more on him. He stopped her. He was in total control of their movements. She knew he wanted confirmation. "Yes. "
She was rewarded immediately. He pushed his length all the way in one long stroke. The pleasure was incredible. For both of them. They let out simultaneous groans. He put his hands on her butt and lifted her into him. She clung to his neck.
As soon as he got it all the way in, the mating changed. The hostility left his body. He started stroking her in long, even movements that pushed her beyond all reason. His mouth gentled and his seduction became, soft, worshipping.
"Jenny. It's so good. " He groaned in her ear. "You're so fine. I can't get enough of you. " His words were enticing, They continued to move together in a union of mutual hunger and need. Jenny felt herself losing control as her climax gripped her. Her internal muscles milked him and pushed him over the edge and they came together in a rush of intense, jarring pleasure.
She hung in his arms. She lifted her head and their eyes clashed together with an impact that was stunning. "You're amazing. " His words were almost an accusation.
"Is that a bad thing? You sound almost mad about it," she teased him.
He smiled. "No. I'm not mad about it. But it's fucking with my head. You're fucking with my head. "
She laughed at that. "Ha. You're the one that's messing with me. "
"Messing with? Come, on babe. You just came for me. You can let go of a little f-bomb now and then. "
She laughed and pushed against him. "I don't have a problem saying that word. I say it when I'm mad. So, you better watch out, if you hear me say it. You'll know I'm mad. "
His grin disappeared and he grew serious. "You were mad earlier. You didn't say it then."
"I wasn't mad. I was just pointing a few things out to you. It's a fact. You're a dictator. And you think you own me. " Her voice was mild. Her tone even. She was just stating the facts as she saw them.
He looked shocked. "I don't think I own you. "
"That's good. Because you don't. " She left the room to go get her stuff.
He watched her go with a perturbed frown on his face.
Chapter Nine
Friday afternoon her phone rang. She was cleaning out her refrigerator because all the food was spoiling since she had
n't been there to eat it.
They had met two weeks ago today. They had spent most of those nights in the same bed.
"Hello? "
"Hey, Angel. " He went straight to the point. "It's Friday. I've got to work late at the bar tonight. I can either pick you up at three a.m. or some time tomorrow. Your choice. " She didn't respond. "I want to get you at three, but I'm probably being a selfish bastard to expect you to wake up in the middle of the night for me. "
A dart of pleasure went through her at his impatience. "Can't I come to the bar tonight? "
He hesitated. He would like to have her there. She was good company and it would relieve his boredom with the whole evening. He thought about all the men that would be watching her. He didn't like that. He'd have to handle it though, because now he wanted her there with him. "Sure. If you want to. I'll swing by and get you about six. We'll eat at the bar. Bring your stuff, and we'll just go back to my place after I close up. "
"Okay. I'll be ready. "
"And Jenny. Dress conservatively. I don't want the old fuckers thinking they have a chance with you. "
She laughed. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I might dress like a slut. " Her voice was teasing.
"Conservative, Jenny. I mean it. "
He had the last word again.
Her skirt was short, her heels were high, and her make-up was impeccable. She looked hot and sexy, but there was nothing about the outfit that he could call slutty. She had chosen well. She looked at him and her expression dared him to complain. He didn't. He wanted to. But, he didn't.
He did, however, have a few things to say. As usual. "Jenny. I specifically remember talking about this. You were going to dress conservatively."
"Oh my God. This is conservative. This isn't slutty at all, Richard. No boobs, see? " She pushed her chest towards him. Her high, round little boobs were up in the air. Her shoulders were back.
"I can see boobs. But, okay. No bra showing. I get that. Good job there, sweetheart. But what about those legs? "