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Authors: Cynthia Dane
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his lips on her neck, his other hand tugging on the bust of her dress. He was all around her, fighting back his desperation to undress her, to see what she kept beneath shoddy rags.
The skirt pulled up and hiked above Jasmine’s waist. Amazingly she did not feel exposed, nor was she self-conscious of what she kept there. The only thing she could focus on was what pressed through Ethan’s trousers. Jasmine shifted her legs open without even realizing it at first. Nor did she hear the terse moan escaping her lips until it echoed in the room.
Ethan continued to push their initial boundaries by squeezing her midsection and fingering the elastic of her lingerie. Jasmine wanted to lean back against his shoulder, but he tilted her torso forward and thrust against her hip.
The man hadn’t even kissed her yet, but he was already giving her precious jewels and trying to take something in return. For a moment Jasmine panicked. After all, this was an absurd situation. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window that overlooked the city skyline. Hundreds of thousands of people in their homes and offices. Some of them wanting to relax while others had late nights at work. And here Jasmine was, halfway bent over in the air, with her skirt over her ass, and a billionaire dry thrusting against her. The most surprising thing wasn’t that she was okay with it, but that the man managed to get even harder.
Was this it? Was he going to spend himself on her this way? Or was he merely testing her versatility? What was it that men of power wanted from their submissive women? To know that they could mold her in any position they wanted? That she would like it? In all honesty, she was surprised that he had yet to ask her to drop her knees and suck his cock. Maybe that came with the contract.
“Miss Bliss…”
“Please,” somewhere, in the midst of this, Jasmine managed to find her voice, “call me Jasmine.” She wanted more than anything to hear him say her name in that voice.
“Only if you call me Ethan.” He lifted her back up and placed both his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her dress. Jasmine gasped, the little ruby of her new necklace disappearing into her cleavage. “ Jasmine. ”
It sounded just as good as she expected, rolling off his tongue and summoning the arousal from within her. The J in her name had a sharp edge to it, almost as if he were mocking her. But the last part was softer. A whimper. Do I do this to him? Jasmine was a simple woman in the realm of the world. Pretty. Smart. Funny. Three words of empty meaning lots of men and other women liked to placate her with. What did they really mean? Did Ethan think in those terms?
Whatever he thought was soon lost to the universe, for he turned Jasmine’s head back and kissed her lips, the passion rocking right from his.
Within the moment she was turned in his arms, fighting to loop her own around his shoulders and pull herself up so she could kiss him more fitfully. The world was becoming hazier, as if they stood in a labyrinth and had given up finding the way out. No longer did she think of him in terms of his money, or even his good looks. She didn’t even notice at first that his fine Italian suit was wrinkling as she begged him to kiss her over and over again. His lips traveled from hers to her throat, stopping only for a moment to take a breath and let his tongue crawl along her skin. Jasmine let out a whimper of acquiescence, inciting Ethan to kiss her lips again and let his tongue mingle with hers.
His hands were all over her, exploring the curves of her waist, hips, and ass. He could squeeze her there all he wanted. Jasmine was quickly losing herself to arousal, and even if they went their separate ways after this night, she hoped that it would at least be one to remember.
It certainly reached that point when Ethan pulled down the elastic of her lingerie and took the rest of it as well. Jasmine felt the silk fall down her legs and
The skirt pulled up and hiked above Jasmine’s waist. Amazingly she did not feel exposed, nor was she self-conscious of what she kept there. The only thing she could focus on was what pressed through Ethan’s trousers. Jasmine shifted her legs open without even realizing it at first. Nor did she hear the terse moan escaping her lips until it echoed in the room.
Ethan continued to push their initial boundaries by squeezing her midsection and fingering the elastic of her lingerie. Jasmine wanted to lean back against his shoulder, but he tilted her torso forward and thrust against her hip.
The man hadn’t even kissed her yet, but he was already giving her precious jewels and trying to take something in return. For a moment Jasmine panicked. After all, this was an absurd situation. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window that overlooked the city skyline. Hundreds of thousands of people in their homes and offices. Some of them wanting to relax while others had late nights at work. And here Jasmine was, halfway bent over in the air, with her skirt over her ass, and a billionaire dry thrusting against her. The most surprising thing wasn’t that she was okay with it, but that the man managed to get even harder.
Was this it? Was he going to spend himself on her this way? Or was he merely testing her versatility? What was it that men of power wanted from their submissive women? To know that they could mold her in any position they wanted? That she would like it? In all honesty, she was surprised that he had yet to ask her to drop her knees and suck his cock. Maybe that came with the contract.
“Miss Bliss…”
“Please,” somewhere, in the midst of this, Jasmine managed to find her voice, “call me Jasmine.” She wanted more than anything to hear him say her name in that voice.
“Only if you call me Ethan.” He lifted her back up and placed both his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her dress. Jasmine gasped, the little ruby of her new necklace disappearing into her cleavage. “ Jasmine. ”
It sounded just as good as she expected, rolling off his tongue and summoning the arousal from within her. The J in her name had a sharp edge to it, almost as if he were mocking her. But the last part was softer. A whimper. Do I do this to him? Jasmine was a simple woman in the realm of the world. Pretty. Smart. Funny. Three words of empty meaning lots of men and other women liked to placate her with. What did they really mean? Did Ethan think in those terms?
Whatever he thought was soon lost to the universe, for he turned Jasmine’s head back and kissed her lips, the passion rocking right from his.
Within the moment she was turned in his arms, fighting to loop her own around his shoulders and pull herself up so she could kiss him more fitfully. The world was becoming hazier, as if they stood in a labyrinth and had given up finding the way out. No longer did she think of him in terms of his money, or even his good looks. She didn’t even notice at first that his fine Italian suit was wrinkling as she begged him to kiss her over and over again. His lips traveled from hers to her throat, stopping only for a moment to take a breath and let his tongue crawl along her skin. Jasmine let out a whimper of acquiescence, inciting Ethan to kiss her lips again and let his tongue mingle with hers.
His hands were all over her, exploring the curves of her waist, hips, and ass. He could squeeze her there all he wanted. Jasmine was quickly losing herself to arousal, and even if they went their separate ways after this night, she hoped that it would at least be one to remember.
It certainly reached that point when Ethan pulled down the elastic of her lingerie and took the rest of it as well. Jasmine felt the silk fall down her legs and
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