Chapter 19

ARIA

My heart is doing flip-flops, while my body remains still.

After Jett kissed me in my office, he asked me to come over to his apartment. I surprised even myself by agreeing.

Now, I’m at my place, packing a small bag like he suggested. I told him I would take a Lyft over, but he insisted on picking me up.

I imagined his dark town car and driver or electric-blue Ferrari parked out front and said I would only agree if he brought his least flashy car.

Then he grabbed my ass—hard—and squeezed, making me whimper. “I love it when you make demands,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Just the memory of it sends goosebumps flying across my skin.

Jett is such an anomaly in my mind, a source of bright, blinding light and deep shadows of darkness. One minute he shares his vulnerable thoughts and makes me feel secure, the next he’s growling in my ear and taking control.

I feel both completely protected and in danger in his presence, and I find it ~thrilling~.

Just then, someone knocks on my door. I answer it and see Jett standing in my hallway.

“How do you keep getting into my building?” I ask accusingly.

He just shrugs with a sly smile that I find annoyingly sexy.

He walks into my apartment, and I close the door.

“Are you packed?” he asks.

“Uh, almost. I just need to grab a few more things,” I say.

He follows me into my bedroom and looks impossibly large in my tiny space. I watch his eyes dart around.

“Where is it?” he asks.

“Where’s what?”

“The gold dress from the gala,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Oh.” I look down, slightly embarrassed. “I just borrowed that… from a friend.”

Jett approaches me and tilts my head up with his hand. “We’ll have to remedy that,” he says, his lips a few inches from mine.

He lets go of me, and I grab a few more things before we leave my apartment.

Downstairs, Jett opens the door to his black Rolls Royce and motions for me to get in.

“This is your least flashy car?” I ask.

“It’s black. I thought it would blend in the best,” he says as he takes my bag and puts it in the back.

As we pull away from my apartment, I have a strange moment of clarity. ~Here we go.~

I’ve been to Jett’s apartment multiple times. I’ve even slept here. But this time feels…different. I feel myself panic and think about bailing multiple times, but for some reason, my feet keep moving forward.

Inside, Jett takes my coat off and hangs it up, then pours me a glass of wine at the bar in his living room. I gratefully take the glass and take a large sip.

He leans against the bar, watching me.

“Nervous?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah, kinda.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

I think for a moment.

“I don’t know. I guess my brain keeps telling me this is a terrible idea, and it’s not wrong,” I say, feeling myself blush at the admission.

“And yet, here you are.”

I nod and gulp.

“Why? Not that I want you to talk yourself out of anything, but why did you agree to come?” Jett’s voice is soft and curious. I feel his genuine interest come through, which makes me feel like it’s safe to let my guard down.

“Something…you said yesterday… You were right. I’ve planned everything about my life so I have as much control as possible,” I say. “And I’m…tired of taking care of everyone else.”

I pause and take a sip of my wine, feeling silly about exposing my vulnerability.

“I’m sorry that life has been so unfair to you,” Jett says as he rounds the bar and grabs my hand. I put my glass down as he pulls me up to stand in front of him. “You deserve better.”

He cups my cheek in his hand and kisses me softly at first, then with more intensity and hunger. As I feel the red wine warming up my chest and belly, I curve my body into his.

I open my mouth, and Jett’s tongue slides across mine. As our kissing becomes more fervent, I kick my shoes off.

Jett hooks his hands around my hips and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks down the hall to his bedroom.

I pull back as he sets me on my feet; his eyes are wild with desire.

“Jett, I have a, uh, strange request.”

His hands rest on my hips as his intense stare zeroes in on me. “Anything,” he says in a low, gruff voice.

“I…don’t want to have to think. I don’t need you to ask me to do something. I just want you to do it, take it, give it. I don’t want to think, just feel,” I say. I bite my lip, wondering how this will register with him.

A devilish grin slides onto his face.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair and forces my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. He presses his lips to my skin.

“You are mine, then? From here on?”

“Yes,” I whisper, breathless.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, do you?”

He gives my neck a small bite, and I suck in a breath.

“No, sir,” I say, and I practically feel his pulse quicken.

He grabs my hand and presses it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks.

I nod. A small whimper leaves my mouth as Jett runs his finger across my taut nipple through my dress.

“Turn around,” he commands. My heart flutters as I obey instantly. I feel him unzip my dress, sliding it off my shoulders and letting it fall to my feet. I hear him suck in a breath as he sees my purple bra, panties, and attached garter.

He slides a hand up my ass and back, then around my front to my pussy. He presses his hard body to mine, and I feel his erection press into me.

“Mmm, I can feel how wet you are. I need a taste,” he says.

He suddenly picks me up bridal style and brings me over to the bed. Dark desire is etched on his face as he places me right in the center, then pulls some items out of his nightstand.

He kneels in front of me on the bed, a long strip of fabric in his hands.

“If you want to stop, say ~strawberry~, okay?”

I nod, warmed by his care to keep me safe while dominating me. I nod, dying to see what the fabric is for. Is it a blindfold?

He grabs my hair again and tilts my head up to look at him towering above me.

“Aria.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“Good girl.”

He leans down, kisses me hard, and bites my lip while undoing and removing my bra. Then he grabs one of my hands and wraps the fabric around it, loops it through the bed frame, then wraps it around my other wrist.

It’s surprisingly secure but also comfortable as I lay on several thick pillows.

He sits in front of me and leans down, sucking one of my hard nipples into his mouth. I moan and reach for him, but the restraint stops me.

I watch him move over to my other nipple. His teeth connect with it for a second before his warm tongue caresses it.

His tongue continues to work its way down my body until I feel his breath on my pussy.

“Tell me, Aria, did you like how I ate your pussy in my office?”

“Yes,” I say, tension building at his closeness.

“Mmm, you look ready. Are you?” he asks as he pulls my panties to the side.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good,” he growls as he pulls my lips apart and gives my pussy one long lick.

“Ah!” My head drops back on the pillows before I pick it up and look down at Jett again. He swirls his warm tongue around until he hits my clit, making my legs jump as a moan leaves my mouth.

He closes his lips down around my clit and sucks.

I want to reach down and grab my nipples or rake my nails across my body, but I can’t, which somehow turns me on even more.

As Jett’s tongue swirls and sucks on my clit, I feel my orgasm building. Then he slides a finger—then two—into my dripping pussy, and I know I won’t last much longer.

Suddenly, he stops, pulling his face off me and sitting up. His fingers still glide in and out of me slowly. My clit immediately aches for stimulation again.

“Jett…,” I whimper.

Suddenly, he dips down and sucks a nipple into his mouth; his teeth gently nibble it.

“Never,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, “stop saying my name.”

My stomach clenches. He trails kisses up my chest to my neck. His thumb hits my clit again, and I arch my back in pleasure, feeling Jett’s hard chest above me. I try to grind my hips against his touch, but he pulls back.

“You’re teasing me,” I say.

He looks down into my eyes and grabs my chin with his free hand.

“Damn right, I am,” he says. “Just like you did for weeks. Now you’re mine, and I plan to play with you as long as I like.”

My insides squirm. I didn’t know I wanted it until it was said, but here I am completely at Jett’s mercy, and I have never been so turned on in my life.

Jett pulls his fingers out of me. He grabs my body in his strong hands and leans down so his lips are next to my ear.

“You’re mine now, Aria,” he says.

Suddenly, he bites my neck, and I yelp.

He sits up and looks down at me, writhing and restrained. His eyes are wild, and I look down and see his erection straining against his pants. He smirks.

He untucks his shirt and pulls it off, his abs and hard chest on full display. ~God, I forget how fucking hot he is.~

Jett unzips his pants and takes them off before finally removing his boxer shorts and freeing his rock-hard dick. He gives himself a few strokes as he continues to drink in the sight of me.

He kneels in front of me and runs a finger down my pussy again. I shudder, gyrating my hips against his touch. He applies pressure, then lets up just in time for me to come down without an orgasm.

The teasing and desire it builds are intense, but I know he’ll make it worth it.

Jett sits up, pulling one of my legs onto his shoulder as he positions himself at my entrance. Then, agonizingly slowly, he slides into me.

My mouth falls open as I moan with pleasure. Despite his size, I am wet enough that he slides in with ease. Once he’s all the way in, I arch my back, my body begging for his touch.

Thankfully, he obliges and wraps a large arm around my back, bringing his mouth down on my nipples, chest, clavicle, and mouth.

Our lips and bodies crash together as he begins sliding in and out of me with increased passion. My body buzzes with my lack of movement and control. My focus is instead on how he feels against me.

I’ve never felt like I belong somewhere, or to someone, as much as I do right now.

Suddenly, Jett sits up again. With his dick still all the way inside me, he licks his fingers and starts to play with my clit again.

“Do you want to cum now?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, if you want me to,” I say.

“Good. I want to feel you cum,” he says.

He spits on his hand again and starts gently flicking and applying pressure to my clit. I go careening toward the edge and, instead of letting up, Jett just keeps going as I scream that I’m cumming.

I feel my insides massage his cock inside me, and he groans into my ear in response. He watches my orgasm ripple through my writhing body as he licks his fingers.

Then he starts thrusting into me again.

He picks up speed and strength as his head tilts back in pleasure. He flips my legs around so both are off to one side and he has access to my ass, which he smacks and squeezes until it hurts.

Finally, he pulls out and cums on my exposed ass.

Before I know what’s happening, Jett cleans me off with his shirt and unties my arms with ease. I have no idea how he did it so quickly, since it felt incredibly secure.

Then he lies down next to me, wrapping an arm around my body and resting it on my breast.

“Wow,” I say. “That was amazing.”

“Oh baby,” he whispers in my ear, “we’re just getting started.”