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Bull —the Method in its extreme.
“It’ll be more realistic if I actually experience it—at least once,” I coaxed.
“You read the script, Janie. He whips her, ties her up, fucks her when she can’t fend for herself, when she can’t even move!”
“Yes, but they have a ‘safe-word,’ remember? If things get too rough, she calls out. I can do that if I don’t like it, if you go too far.”
Daniel shook his head, “We’ll be playing with fire.”
“What? You’re the fire?” I laughed. “You can snuff out the flames anytime.”
He laid his hand on the bulge of his pants—the evidence of how turned on he was, thick and full. “You see this? This is how you make me feel. All. The. Fucking. Time. I don’t know what it is, Janie, but you get me really worked up. You saw what happened in the plane? No. No way, you’re too vulnerable, too—”
“That was before you confessed to me about Natasha,” I pointed out, my hand feeling the softness of his flesh, circling his taut waist. “In my mind you were still in love, still crazy about her. Now I know you love me , it’ll be totally different. Plus, there’s evidence that you haven’t been screwing your way around Hollywood. Now I know that it was Cal, all along, not you. I feel more confident now. It’s a completely different situation.”
Daniel screwed up his face in thought and then relented, “Okay, we’ll make a deal.” He lowered his voice and looked around. Nobody was near us, and everyone was staring at the fountains, not noticing us in the least, but his voice was conspiratorial, low, and husky. “I’ll fuck you first. Rough sex. No mercy.” He turned my body to face him full on, and pulled me into his chest. He murmured, “I’ll fuck you senseless, Janie. And if you can handle my hot Italian blood and my ruthless Viking madness that make up my unfortunate DNA, then we can play act, okay?”
His words alone were driving me wild, not to mention his massive hard-on.
“Deal,” I agreed. His erection dug into my belly—his height making me feel small and fragile. He took my face into his hands and held my gaze, before he kissed me firmly on the mouth. It was a kiss that spoke of a sealed deal, a pact.
There was no going back now.
5
W E HADN’T SPOKEN since that moment, not verbally anyway. The atmosphere was charged with sex, the heat between us near to boiling point—we needed no actual words to communicate. We were on our way back to his hotel, driving in his ginormous private limo, the chauffeur not able to see us because of the privacy divider, but by now, I was a little nervous, because Daniel had instructed him that we were not to be disturbed. What had he in mind?
“Bend,” Daniel murmured in a dominant tone, his lips grazing over the shell of my ear, sending delicious shivers along my spine, right to my toes. “I need to take off your dress. Wait,” he breathed into my neck, “first, let me rid you of your shoes.”
I laid back into the sumptuous bench seat as he slid the high pumps off my aching feet, Daniel on his knees. Then he leaned back, in quiet perusal of my face and body, his eyes now provocatively heavy-lidded, raking me up and down until they lingered on my mouth, before settling back to my hungry gaze.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Janie. Unusually beautiful.”
“So are you,” I answered. His dark hair, as always, was slightly wayward, and his luminous blue eyes flecked with black. Avaricious, determined. I had his attention one hundred percent, and I reveled in it. All that time, when we were working together, I had fantasized about this moment: Daniel wanting me, craving my touch, desperate to fuck me. My mouth parted, letting in the oxygen that I needed not to pass out. This man I was so hopelessly in love with had just told me I was beautiful, and it was clear he wanted to eat me alive.
And I wanted to be eaten.
He pulled the top of my dress so my shoulders were bare. It shimmied down,
“It’ll be more realistic if I actually experience it—at least once,” I coaxed.
“You read the script, Janie. He whips her, ties her up, fucks her when she can’t fend for herself, when she can’t even move!”
“Yes, but they have a ‘safe-word,’ remember? If things get too rough, she calls out. I can do that if I don’t like it, if you go too far.”
Daniel shook his head, “We’ll be playing with fire.”
“What? You’re the fire?” I laughed. “You can snuff out the flames anytime.”
He laid his hand on the bulge of his pants—the evidence of how turned on he was, thick and full. “You see this? This is how you make me feel. All. The. Fucking. Time. I don’t know what it is, Janie, but you get me really worked up. You saw what happened in the plane? No. No way, you’re too vulnerable, too—”
“That was before you confessed to me about Natasha,” I pointed out, my hand feeling the softness of his flesh, circling his taut waist. “In my mind you were still in love, still crazy about her. Now I know you love me , it’ll be totally different. Plus, there’s evidence that you haven’t been screwing your way around Hollywood. Now I know that it was Cal, all along, not you. I feel more confident now. It’s a completely different situation.”
Daniel screwed up his face in thought and then relented, “Okay, we’ll make a deal.” He lowered his voice and looked around. Nobody was near us, and everyone was staring at the fountains, not noticing us in the least, but his voice was conspiratorial, low, and husky. “I’ll fuck you first. Rough sex. No mercy.” He turned my body to face him full on, and pulled me into his chest. He murmured, “I’ll fuck you senseless, Janie. And if you can handle my hot Italian blood and my ruthless Viking madness that make up my unfortunate DNA, then we can play act, okay?”
His words alone were driving me wild, not to mention his massive hard-on.
“Deal,” I agreed. His erection dug into my belly—his height making me feel small and fragile. He took my face into his hands and held my gaze, before he kissed me firmly on the mouth. It was a kiss that spoke of a sealed deal, a pact.
There was no going back now.
5
W E HADN’T SPOKEN since that moment, not verbally anyway. The atmosphere was charged with sex, the heat between us near to boiling point—we needed no actual words to communicate. We were on our way back to his hotel, driving in his ginormous private limo, the chauffeur not able to see us because of the privacy divider, but by now, I was a little nervous, because Daniel had instructed him that we were not to be disturbed. What had he in mind?
“Bend,” Daniel murmured in a dominant tone, his lips grazing over the shell of my ear, sending delicious shivers along my spine, right to my toes. “I need to take off your dress. Wait,” he breathed into my neck, “first, let me rid you of your shoes.”
I laid back into the sumptuous bench seat as he slid the high pumps off my aching feet, Daniel on his knees. Then he leaned back, in quiet perusal of my face and body, his eyes now provocatively heavy-lidded, raking me up and down until they lingered on my mouth, before settling back to my hungry gaze.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Janie. Unusually beautiful.”
“So are you,” I answered. His dark hair, as always, was slightly wayward, and his luminous blue eyes flecked with black. Avaricious, determined. I had his attention one hundred percent, and I reveled in it. All that time, when we were working together, I had fantasized about this moment: Daniel wanting me, craving my touch, desperate to fuck me. My mouth parted, letting in the oxygen that I needed not to pass out. This man I was so hopelessly in love with had just told me I was beautiful, and it was clear he wanted to eat me alive.
And I wanted to be eaten.
He pulled the top of my dress so my shoulders were bare. It shimmied down,
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