My nails dug into his forearms as I felt his dick hit me in the perfect spot. “No.”
He increased his thrusts, hitting me harder and harder.
Now I didn’t stand a chance. This sexy man held my body hostage. He could control it like a puppet. He could even control my mind. I was powerless to stop it, unable to combat my natural arousal. The first time I saw him on TV, I thought he was the most handsome man in the world. And now he was fucking me so good that I couldn’t resist.
He closed his eyes for a moment and moaned. “Muse, you’re so wet…”
I’d never felt so pathetic in my life—and aroused.
“Come.”
“No…” I fought him as hard as I could, trying not to think about the pleasure he was causing between my legs.
He fucked me harder, grinding against me. “Now.”
My mind resisted him, but my body couldn’t. I came with a moan, my head rolling back and my nails cutting into his forearms. His name erupted from my throat naturally, and I realized how much of a prisoner I truly was. “Yes…”
His hand grabbed my neck again, and he thrust into me hard, hitting me deep between my legs. He gave a guttural moan before he released, his dick throbbing inside me. He dumped his seed, its weight and warmth immediately noticeable within me. He gave a final moan once he was finished. His dick slowly started to soften, and his fingers stopped gripping me so tightly. Sweat had formed on his chest, and now he looked even sexier than before.
He slowly pulled out of me, some of his come spilling onto the floor. He left me there as he grabbed his boxers and pants and pulled them up. Then he left my bedroom without turning around. He didn’t kiss me goodnight or extend any affection. We hadn’t slept in the same bed since the first time we were together.
Like I really meant nothing to him, he just walked out.
And didn’t look back.
2
Conway
Muse was finally understanding our arrangement.
She was mine to do with whatever I wished. She had no rights. She wasn’t entitled to an opinion. Her only purpose was to take my cock and enjoy it. I paid a fortune for her, and that debt reduced her to a beautiful woman I got to use on a daily basis.
She needed to accept it.
I was free to fuck whomever I wanted. I could have any woman I felt like having, whether it was at work or on the town. She had no right to expect anything from me. For me to be faithful would require me to care about her.
I didn’t give a damn about her.
The sooner she understood that, the easier her life would be.
I was only kind to her once—and that was because I didn’t have the balls to be anything less than gentle. I was a selfish asshole who only cared about money and fame, but I didn’t want to brutally take away something she’d held on to for so long.
I couldn’t do that.
But she shouldn’t confuse my niceness for weakness.
I was still a dick.
Now that our relationship had been straightened out, the fucking was what I wanted it to be. When I wanted pussy, I barged into her room and took it. She could lie there and fight the pleasure all she wanted.
We both knew she would come every time.
When I woke up the following morning, I had my morning swim and then sat at the table where Dante served breakfast. But he only had a place setting for one.
She was still fighting me. “Tell Sapphire to join us.”
“I already tried, sir. Says she’s not hungry.”
She was going to starve herself just to be defiant? “Bring her a tray and tell her to be ready for me in fifteen minutes.” She would know exactly what be ready meant.
“Yes, sir.” Dante walked away and left me alone to enjoy my meal.
I could force her to skip breakfast, but I didn’t get off on the idea of her starving. It wasn’t a battle I would take pride in winning, so I just let her get her way. She could refuse to have meals with me, but polite conversation wasn’t that important to me anyway.
I would fuck her once I was finished.
I read the newspaper and looked through my emails. Most of them were from Nicole. Her emails flooded my inbox at every hour of the day, from five in the afternoon until two in the morning. She never seemed to stop working, but she was paid the big bucks for that reason. She probably didn’t have much of a personal life.
My phone rang on the table, and I looked at the screen to see a name I couldn’t ignore. Breakfast was a quiet time for me, when I would read the newspaper and enjoy my coffee. But whenever my mom called, nothing else seemed to matter.