Under His Control: I can't say no... (The Billionaire Next Door Book 2) Read online

  Under His Control

  I can’t say no...

  By: Lacy Ryder

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

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  Under His Control

  * * * * *

  It’s been three nights since the coffee shop incident, and I’ve heard nothing from Jacob at all. Three whole nights and nothing. I’m at a loss as to how he could give me the best sex of my life and then cut me off just like that. If that wasn’t bad enough, I’m also having withdrawals from watching him fuck other women. To go from experiencing Jacob—in one way or another—every night for six months, to nothing at all is just too much.

  I tense, suddenly feeling very nervous. Maybe he’s too busy with other women to worry about me? Maybe the connection I thought we had was one-sided? No. He felt it too. I know he did. He’s just messing with me by making me wait, I’m sure of it. He’s showing me that he’s in control and making me want him more.

  The worst thing is, it’s fucking working.

  I pace my bedroom anxiously, my body twitching. I’m like a junkie desperate for her next hit. All I can think about is how good it felt when he slid his cock inside me. The way my pussy contracted around him, the feel of his mouth on mine…it was incredible. I won’t rest until I feel that again.

  Shivering, I move across my room to my bed where I lay down. I peel my shirt off and lower my jeans, shrugging them over my hips until I kick them off. I lift the covers over me, letting my hand trail down my body and sigh as my fingers caress the bare skin just above my pussy.

  I close my eyes and imagine he’s here with me. Sliding my finger inside, I massage my wetness while my other hand rubs my nipples… but it’s not the same. All I want is him inside me, and my own fingers are not a good enough substitute. I can’t stop thinking about where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s doing it with.

  Annoyed, I reach over and grab my laptop, thinking that maybe some visual stimulation will help. Because that’s what it’s all about with me right? I get off on watching others. It’s been a while since I’ve had to Google for porn, but I figure that I can get back into it pretty quickly. I scroll through some images and slide my fingers back between my legs.

  Five minutes later, I give in frustration. It’s like I’m broken. Maybe that was his plan all along, to break me. To fuck me senseless, then leave me unable to think about anything but him, like every other woman I’ve seen him with. If that’s what he wanted, well he’s damn well got it.

  I toss my laptop aside, frustrated in every sense of the word. Just when I’m about to flick my lamp off and have the earliest night I’ve ever had, I hear a familiar tap tap tap on the window. My heart soars. I glance over to see Jacob smiling at me through the window. He pushes his dark tousled hair away from his dark, piercing eyes, and grins. One look at that sexy smirk and I’m gone. I jump out of my bed, forgetting that I’m naked and race over to the window, sliding it up.

  “I might be wrong, but you kind of look happy to see me,” he chuckles. I blush. So much for not appearing too eager. “Do you always answer random knocks on your window naked?”

  “Would it worry you if I said yes?” I quip, hoping my embarrassment isn’t obvious.

  He chuckles and climbs through the small opening, brushing himself off once he is inside. He leans against my dresser as he studies me, his expression thoughtful. Then he smirks as his dark eyes roam over my body. I quiver under his gaze, barely able to contain my excitement.

  I sit down on the edge of the bed and stare at him, waiting eagerly for him make the first move. Partly because I’m shaking so hard that I’m scared I’m going to fall over, but also because I’m anxious about what this is for him. Am I more than just a quick fuck?

  I want to ask him why it took him three days to come and see me, but I don’t want him to know that all I’ve been able to think about for the last seventy-two hours was him and how I could get his glorious cock sliding between my legs again—even if that is the truth.

  “So, how’s things?” I ask casually, swinging my legs back and forth. I cringe. How’s things? Who says that, especially whilst sitting naked on a bed? He smirks at me and walks around my room, stopping at my discarded laptop to pick it up. My heart jumps as he opens it. I cringe as his smile widens.

  “Girl on girl?” he says, admiration in his voice. “I’m impressed. Now, let’s see what search history brings up, shall we?”

  Oh God, no.

  I lunge for the computer. I’ve spent the last three days researching everything I can about him and I do not want him to know that. I fight him for control of my laptop, but he’s too strong. He lets out a laugh and turns to me, amusement flashing in his eyes and I know he’s seen everything.

  “Your last twelve searches were about me? Should I be alerting my security team that I have a stalker?” he grins.

  “So, me lurking around your back garden doesn’t arouse your suspicions, but my search history does?” I grumble. I snatch the laptop shut and toss it on the bed. His eyes sparkle as he turns to face me.

  “Arouse. Now there is a word I can relate to,” he murmurs, wetting his lips. I just about collapse on the spot. “So, tell me, did you find out anything interesting about me?”

  “I was just trying to learn a little bit more about you I mumble.” My cheeks flash red with embarrassment once again. All he seems to do is catch me out. First, sneaking around his yard, and now this.

  “What else is there to know,” he asks. He takes a step closer so he’s almost between my legs. “I think we’ve already established the important things, haven’t we? Like what I can do with my tongue?”

  I swallow, instantly recognizing that look in his eyes. It’s the same as the look he had the other day. Determination. He kneels in front of me and rests his hands on my thighs, gently parting my legs.

  “Anything else you want to know about me, you can just ask. I’m an open book.”

  He kisses the inside of my left thigh, sending passionate tingles up through my core. He nudges my legs further apart with his cheeks and pushes me back on the bed. I can’t think straight when he’s distracting me like this. I let out a groan as he licks my entrance, pushing his tongue inside me while he massages my clit with his finger. I’m so turned on that I can feel my orgasm building already. He doesn’t let up, thrusting his tongue deeper and faster inside of me as if he wants me to explode.

  I cry out, my hips bucking, the movement of his mouth on my pussy almost unbearable. He flicks at my nub, as I arch my back, holding his face against me until I release with such intensity that it’s over in seconds. My hands grip his head and I frantically push him away. My cunt is throbbing, and I can’t help but feel embarrassed about how fast I came. So much for making it last.

  I’m still coming down from my orgasm when he stands up and grabs his jacket. I sit up bewildered about what’s happening. He’s leaving already? I was looking forward to returning the favor, and hopefully getting some more of his expert tongue inside me.

  “That was what I like to call the rehearsal,” he chuckles, rubbing his fingers along his strong jawline. “Now that I have you primed and ready to go…can you be ready in an hour?” He leans forward and strokes my cheek,
softly kissing me on the lips before walking back over to the window.

  “Sure,” I mumble. I have so many questions, but I start with the most important one. “Where are we going?”

  “You have to know everything, don’t you?” he chuckles. “Trust me, it’s more fun when it’s a surprise. Just wear something classy and be prepared for anything. Can you do that?”

  He climbs out the window and disappears before I can even answer. I curl up on my bed, still coming down from my high and try to think of what he might have in store for me. With Jacob, it could literally be anything from sex on the beach, to flying me to Vegas for the evening.

  * * * * *

  Forty-five minutes later, I’m showered, dressed, and almost ready to go. I have my makeup on and my hair tied back in a loose bun. Standing in front of my less than impressive wardrobe, I examine my clothing options with a frown. None of it is good enough but I don’t have time to call Rose or go out and buy something. My choices are limited.

  Between my work clothes and my seventy pairs of jeans, I don’t have a lot that I would consider classy. I’m beginning to panic to the point where I want to call the whole thing off, and then I remember the long silk dress with the high slit up the side that I wore for my twenty fifth birthday last year.

  Rose had insisted on taking me out to a Michelin star restaurant for dinner and drinks. I’d had a blast, but the uses for the dress after that night were limited so it had just been sitting in the back of my closet ever since. It was absolutely perfect. Super sexy, yet sophisticated enough to impress even Jacob.

  I slide it over my body from head to toe, forgoing a bra, and then glance at my reflection in the mirror. A smile spreads across my lips as I examine the soft blue of the silk and how it brings out the color in my eyes. It’s very slinky—dipping low in all the right places, but I know I look good. Satisfied, I pair it with a set of silver heels and a chunky silver necklace that dips down into my cleavage.

  * * * * *

  Exactly one hour after he left me, the doorbell rings. I grin because I was half expecting to have to climb out the window in this dress, which would have been interesting. I spray some perfume on my neck and grab my purse on my way to the door. Something tells me I don’t want to keep him waiting. Who knows what he’d do to me if I did. I shiver at the thought.

  Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Jacob is waiting patiently on the other side, dressed in a black tuxedo with his hair perfectly combed. He looks so good that all I really want to do is drag him inside and have my way with him.

  “Wow,” he murmurs. “You look incredible.”

  I smile, happy that he likes how what he sees. “I was half expecting to meet you at the window,” I giggle, biting my lip.

  “Yes, well, I thought I’d go all out for this occasion. Here.” He produces a single red rose from behind his back. He hands it to me and I grin, touched that he has a romantic side. I’m even more excited that he’s showing it to me over anyone else.

  “It’s beautiful,” I grin.

  I lift it to my nose and breathe in its sweet scent, before setting it on the hallway table to take care of when I get back. I follow him outside, and notice the limo parked in my driveway. I laugh, a thrill racing through me. He really has gone all out tonight, though I get the feeling that a limo and a rose isn’t that big a deal for Mr. CEO. I still have no idea what to expect for later, but I get the feeling I’m not going to forget it in a hurry.

  “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I grin.

  I let him help me into the back of the limo, shifting over as he slides in next to me. He rests his hand on my thigh, his touch sending shivers up my spine. His hand slides further up my thigh, forcing an involuntary gasp from my lips. My eyes shoot to the driver of the car, who is watching us in his rear-view mirror.

  “Do you want me to put the shield up?” Jacob whispers in my ear. His mouth moves to my neck, his tongue caressing my skin. My heart jumps, because I can’t believe what I’m about to say.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Good,” he says with a smirk as the vehicle starts to move.

  He pushes my legs further apart and moves his fingers into my crevice. I let out a groan, my hard nipples visible through the thin layer of silk that covers them. My lips form an O as he moves my thong out of the way and thrusts his finger inside my wet pussy.

  “Wow,” I mumble.

  He chuckles, then uses his mouth to nudge the strap of my dress down to reveal my breast. My eyes stray to the driver again as Jacob takes my nipple in his mouth and rolls it around his tongue. The driver’s eyes narrow which only fuels my excitement because it’s clear he can’t get enough of this either. I cry out as Jacob sucks my nipple harder while his thumb massages my clit. I’m so close to coming, again, and we haven’t even left our street.

  Jacob lifts his mouth to my face and presses his lips against mine. His kiss is electric, and as his fingers curl around the back of my neck, I’m in heaven. Everything about him is amazing. I’m so turned on, but determined to make this last as long as I can.

  Reaching down I slowly graze my hand over his crotch. He lets out a pleased groan, as I grip his rock hard shaft through the fabric of his pants. I smile, knowing that it won’t be long before his thick hock is buried deeper in me than his fingers. Unzipping and unbuckling his pants, I dig my fingers beneath his boxers to free his hard dick.

  “God, yes.” He breathes out, groaning as I wrap my hand around his thickness, working up and down his length.

  “It’s almost like you’re horny,” he grins, kissing me on the mouth.

  I narrow my eyes and slide myself on top of him, positioning his cock at my entrance. I reach down and tug aside my panties. Holding onto his shoulder for support, I slide myself down on him, gasping as his length drives into me. He groans and grabs hold of my hips as I ride him. He joins the movement and thrusts inside me, pulling me closer so he can momentarily tongue my nipple once again.

  “Turn around,” he orders in a no nonsense voice.

  Somehow, against the movement of the car, I managed to. I hide my excitement and ride him backwards, my breast in full view of the driver. This is exactly what he wants. For me to see that the driver is still watching us. He gets off on knowing that other people can see us, and me knowing he’s watching will push Jacob right over the edge.

  I have to admit, I find it as sexy as hell too.

  “Tell him that you like him watching,” Jacob whispers in my ear. He firmly grips my neck, pumping his cock deep inside me.

  “I like you watching us,” I whisper.

  My heart races. I’ve never said something so erotic to someone that I don’t even know. The fact that Jacob ordered me to say it makes it even hotter.

  “It’s hot as hell,” he replies, his eyes darting from the road, to me.

  “Ask him if he’s hard,” Jacob whispers softly in my ear, the grip on my neck tightening. A thrill races through me.

  “Are you hard?” I ask, panting softly.

  “As a motherfucker,” he growls.

  “Good,” Jacob whispers, satisfied.

  He pounds into me as I gasp, my body rocking against his until he cries out, thrusting into me so hard that I nearly fly off his lap. He growls as he comes, his load shooting inside me while I slowly milk the last of his release from his cock.

  “Perfect timing,” he gasps, kissing my neck. “We are here.”

  Just like that, he slides me off him and straightens up his suit. He clears his throat, then climbs out of the car extending his hand for me to take. Wide-eyed, I climb out, hoping I’m not still exposing myself in any way. As I walk around the car, I exchange a look with the driver. I glance away, embarrassed that I was so turned on by him watching us.

  I don’t even know where we are, and I don’t really care, because let’s face it, what I was really looking forward to has already happened. I can’t imagine how this night would get any better. But I know I’m underestimating
Jacob, and what he’s capable of.

  He takes my hand and leads me toward the theatre, and it clicks that we’re going to a show. I’m impressed that he’s actually taking me on a real date. I flush, because I know Jacob doesn’t do dates, but that’s exactly what it feels like.

  “What are we seeing?” I grin. His hand moves over my lower back until it’s firmly on my arse. He squeezes it, and my heart races.

  “What we are seeing isn’t important, because trust me,” he begins with a smirk. “You won’t even remember the show.”

  Oh God. I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into, but I cannot wait to find out.

  I stand off to the side of the foyer, while Jacob picks up our tickets. My heart races as I wait to see what he has in store for me. After what we just did, I wouldn’t put it past him to take me on the stage and fuck me right there in front of four thousand shocked theatre goers. He wouldn’t do that, would he? I swallow the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling very nervous.