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  “What if I want to be untied?” I ask.

  “Then you’ll have to wait this time.” He yanks on the rope and then pushes me forward onto the bed. I fall face first and laugh. “Ass up, baby,” he orders me and helps me get in the position he wants. My face is smashed against the bed, and my arms are pinned behind me. He fights to pull my pants down, and once he has them at my knees, he tugs, but my legs give out, and I’m flat again.

  I roll over and look at him taking my pants all the way off. He might act rough in the bedroom, but he’s really so gentle and sweet. “Did I say you could roll over?”

  I shake my head and about drool on myself looking at his hard cock. “Come here,” I tell him and lick my lips.

  “You want me?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “You gonna suck me good?” I nod, and he twists me on the bed in one swift movement. My head is now hanging backward over the edge, and all I see is his shaft, then he pushes it down and enters my mouth. Fuck, I love his dick. I love everything about it. I love how hard he is for me, harder than any other man I’ve been with. I love how big he is and how soft the skin is against my tongue.

  Getting lost as I lick and swirl around him, I let him fuck my mouth while he grips onto the ropes between my breasts. The numbness in my hands fades, replaced with the pleasure he’s providing me. He spreads open my pussy and begins to finger me, making me forget everything except for his touch.

  “You’re always so wet for me,” he says through gritted teeth, barreling in and out of my mouth.

  I lie helpless, tied up and under his spell, under his control, the way he wants me to be. Giving over to the pleasure, my noises peak and he stops suddenly before I can come. “Stop!” I try and look up at him, but can’t see much as my head is hanging off the side of the bed. I know he’s close, that’s the only reason he’d stop. His fingers are inside me and his dick in my mouth. Trying to stay as still as possible, I lose the battle when his fingers twitch inside of me, and I swirl my tongue around the head of his shaft which rests perfectly against my tongue.

  “Ahhhhhh, fuck, baby!” he grunts, gripping my sex and moving again, fucking my mouth like I want him to fuck my pussy. Surprisingly I don’t gag at this angle swallowing his cum. I love to taste him in the back of my throat.

  “You like getting skull fucked?” he asks, letting go of my pussy and taking hold of his shaft pushing more and more of himself into me. Swallowing back more of his cum that sprays into me, I keep sucking. Then out of the blue, he pulls away from me. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

  “For what?”

  “For making me come when I didn’t want to.”

  “You do it to me all the time, Jett.”

  “That’s because I’m in control, you aren’t.”

  “Obviously,” I tell him and roll to my side, wiggling my fingers as I try and get some blood flow back to them. Jett jumps on the bed and positions himself behind me. My cunt aches for his cock, like a junkie needing their next hit of a drug.

  “Fuck me, please?” I beg.

  He rubs himself against my pussy, and I moan in pleasure, just wanting him inside of me already. “Are you gonna listen?”

  “Yes.”

  With his hands, he spreads apart my ass cheeks exposing me to him; then he barrels into me. “Jesus,” I cry out as he pumps in and out of me, holding my body tightly.

  “It’s Jett, baby. Not Jesus.”

  “Fuck me, Jett,” I tell him, and my words push us both out of this world. He slams me so hard, everything inside of me spirals in a haze of ecstasy. He takes my thighs in his hands and lifts me up, spreading me wider, vulnerable for him to do with as he pleases.

  I grind my teeth as I arch my helpless body, giving into an earth-shattering orgasm. Fire burns within me, from my head to toes, causing me to shudder and scream.

  Coming back to reality, I’m now flat on my stomach, still tied up, and Jett is still riding me. I’m immobile beneath him. The only thing I can move are my feet and my pussy muscles. The second that I clench down on his dick he comes. The connection is so strong between us, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and in this moment I can feel what Jett has been feeling all along. He does something to me that no one else can, and I can’t live without it.

  Chapter 16

  Jett

  “I don’t know what she has on you, Tom, but I don’t think we’re in a position to negotiate.” He’s quiet, looking out my office window. “Unless you feel differently, I think we gotta take this deal.”

  I’m sitting here with Tom, watching the gears turning in his head as he wrestles with the decision. He looks worse than when I last saw him. The news of the video Natalie has on him is obviously taking a toll. Licking my lips, I can still taste Natalie on them, and I imagine her this morning, but Tom cuts my daydream short.

  “A billion dollars, Jett?” His eyes are filled with tears, and I wish I felt bad asking for so much money, but I don’t. Natalie deserves it.

  “It’s not half of what you’re worth. She could have asked for half of everything.”

  “I should’ve signed a fucking prenup,” he grumbles.

  “Well, you didn’t, so are you ready to put this behind you?”

  “Jesus Christ, I hope that bitch gets her day.” His comment puts me on the edge, and I slide the papers in front of him, slamming a pen down. “Where the fuck do I sign?” With a satisfied feeling inside of my stomach, I point and watch him buckle, like the bitch he is. He signs without even reading it, and I’m tempted to start taking on even more divorces from now on. They are way easier than weeks of preparation for trials and then months in court. Plus, now that I’m with Nat, I don’t want to be in court or working long hours.

  “When will I get my phone back?”

  “As soon as the wire is done. You can pick it up from Ralph.”

  “How much do I have to pay you now?” he asks.

  “I’ll have Jasmine send you the final invoice. Don’t worry, Tom, I’ll go easy on you.”

  He shakes my hand, and as he walks off, I know I’ve gained more than any amount of money could ever provide me.

  Right away, I pick up my phone and dial Natalie, “Hi, baby,”

  “Hey, how’s your day?” she asks me.

  “Really good. Can I see you? I have something for you.”

  “Of course. What is it?”

  “A surprise. Come to my office.”

  We hang up, and I call Ralph, keeping things in line so nothing can come back on us. “Ralph, Jett Jordan here.”

  “How are you, Jett?”

  “Very well, you?”

  “Good.”

  “I have an offer I think your client will like very much. Would you mind if I called Natalie and had her come in and review it? I can email it to you first, of course.”

  “You can just tell me, Jett, I’m sure he’s not offering a whole lot.”

  “My client has had a change of heart, I guess you could say, and he is prepared to offer Natalie the beach house and one billion dollars.”

  “I’m sorry…did you say one billion?”

  “I did, he’s already executed the paperwork. That’s kinda why I want to have Natalie come here before he backs out or changes his mind. I feel terrible for what she’s been through, especially recently with the beach house and her mother’s remains.”

  “By all means, do what you need to, Jett, and thank you.”

  We hang up, and it’s not long until Natalie is standing at the entrance to my office. “Hi,” she says, her long blonde hair is piled up on top of her head, just the way it was the day I met her, and her eyes have that look to them, the look she gets when she needs a good, hard fucking.

  “Close the door.”

  “Okay.”

  She walks towards me, and I take her in my arms, burying my face into her soft neck. “I missed you.”

  She holds me back, letting me nuzzle her. Her hold has become one of my favorite places in the world, and as I pul
l away, I reach on my desk for the final divorce settlement. Handing it to her, she studies the paperwork, and then her eyes get very wide.

  “Is this signed?” she flips to the back page, and when she sees his signature, her mouth gapes back at me. “How…how did…a…a…a billion dollars, Jett? Oh my God.” Her hand flies over her mouth as tears fill her beautiful green eyes.

  “I told you to let me handle it. Sign it! You deserve it, baby.” She blinks looking at the paperwork, and I hold her tightly.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes!” I hand her a pen and let go of her. She bends over my desk, and I grope her hips and ass, loving that she is finally done with Tom and getting what she deserves. As she stands and hands me that paperwork, I press the call button on my phone. “Yes, Mr. Jordan?” Jasmine answers.

  “I need you to clear my calendar for the rest of the week, and I need you to go to the courthouse for me, ASAP.”

  “Yes, sir. Should I have Walter handle your cases?”

  “Yeah, I’ll send him an email and bring you what I need filed today.”

  We hang up, and I can’t stop myself from kissing Natalie. I knew I had to have her, and now, after all, we’ve been through I can rest assured that she got what she deserved and will never be hurt by that asshole again.

  Chapter 17

  Jett

  “Let’s celebrate,” I tell Natalie.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Hell, yeah. Plus we’ve been in the house all week, the paperwork is filed, and the money is in your account. I’ve snagged myself a billionaire,” I tease her, and she smacks me on my shoulder. I know she didn’t believe that this would really happen, but Tom was eager to get his stupid phone back and be done with all of this once and for all. Obviously, he’s not the smartest person in the world, because both Nat and I have a copy of the video.

  “So that’s really why you’re with me?”

  “Yup, it was my plan all along.” She rolls her eyes, and I pull her against my chest. “I mean, that and your pussy, and your lips, and your heart. You captured mine the day we met; now I’m your prisoner.”

  “Does that mean I can tie you up?”

  “Do you want to?”

  She nods, and I’m not sure why I’m even considering it, but something inside of me wants to relinquish all of my control over to her. “Let’s go out and celebrate, then maybe I’ll let you.”

  When we are ready to leave, Natalie takes my breath away in the sexiest dress. Walking up to her, I kneel and reach under it. “What are you doing?” she asks me and I get lost with my head beneath the fabric, my senses invaded by her sweet cottony scent. Then I take my teeth and clamp down on the tiny wet mark across the front of her panties. She holds on to the back of my head, allowing me to drag them down her legs with my mouth.

  “You’re wet…again. So, you know the rules. These are now mine.”

  “I can’t leave here without my underwear on.”

  “Sure you can, and you will.”

  Leaving her panties on the bed, I take her hand and guide her to my car. As I walk around to the driver’s side, I imagine her bare pussy resting against my leather seat, and I cannot wait to take her out and for the first time ever not be nervous about being seen together.

  “Where are we going?” she asks as I drive into the city.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Can I have a hint?”

  “Nope, and if you keep asking so many questions, I’m gonna make you suck me off to quiet you ‘til we get there.”

  She reaches for my dick, which is already hard, and I’m thankful that where we are going is not too far. When it comes to Nat, my control is like that of a wet tissue, one wrong move and it’s destroyed.

  As we wait in the valet line, I place her hand back on her lap, giving my cock a moment to go down.

  Heading inside, we are seated in a cozy booth, and as she opens her menu, I pull the table towards us blocking the view of her lap. Then I wind my hand beneath her dress. Her bare pussy is so wet, and her eyes get wide as I begin to play with her.

  “Hi, welcome to Lordi. What can I get you two to drink?” the waitress asks us.

  My eyes are on Natalie, never breaking contact with her or ceasing my torment over her clit. She doesn’t answer, waiting for me, so I slide a finger inside of her. She tenses then says, “Uhh, we’ll have two Scotches on the rocks, please.”

  I can sense the waitress pause and look at me. But she doesn’t probe before walking away. Natalie grips my bicep, and I stop moving. “What are you thinking?”

  “That I want you to come.”

  “Right here?” she whispers.

  “Yes.”

  “Jett, I thought we were celebrating.”

  “We are.” I start pleasing her again, and she buries her face into my neck, letting me do with her what I want. I sit still, acting like nothing is going on but my girl resting on my shoulder, and every so often I whisper in her ear as she moans into mine. “You’re a bad girl, Natalie, letting me do this to you in public.”

  “Mmmhhh,” she moans, threading her fingers into the back of my hair and I know she’s close. The waitress sets our drinks down and just walks off.

  “Are you gonna come for me?” I ask her, and she whimpers, so close. Then this perfect moment is ruined as the last person on earth I want or expected to see looks at me from across the room. “Come, now!” I order her as Tom gets up and heads towards us. Her body trembles a little, and she bites my neck.

  “Jett?” Tom questions me, and instantly his voice makes her freeze. I’m not happy about him being here, but I’m so satisfied that she came.

  “Tom.” I’m stern in my response. There is no hiding who I am with. As Natalie pulls her face away from me, she is flushed and red, the way she is after she comes. “Natalie?” he scoffs and runs his hand over his balding head.

  I figure I better put an end to this quickly. Obviously, there is no love lost between us, and I need him to understand who’s in charge here. “Do you need something?”

  “So, you are fucking her?”

  “Is that a problem? You are divorced, right?”

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouts and leans over the table. His small woman-like hands make me chuckle. “You’re fired, Jett Jordan, and whatever you made me sign under false pretenses I’m backing out on.”

  His tie hangs down and I grab ahold of it, then say to him, “The divorce is final, you fuckin’ moron, so you can’t fire me, and the only backing out you’ll be doing is away from this table, or I will post that video of you getting rammed like a prison bitch. Do you understand me?” His eyes are wide as he stares at me and I let go of his tie. I can see his demeanor change from my words. I didn’t sign a NDA like Natalie did, so I can post the video.

  Letting him know that not only Natalie is mine, but I still have leverage over him, is so satisfying.

  He leaves the restaurant like a bitch with his head down. And it’s funny after him always calling Natalie that, that he’s the one, in the end, acting like one. He doesn’t even look at the men he was eating with; he just bolts past them. I wave to the men and they go back to their meal as if him leaving abruptly is no big deal. And I’m not surprised—it shouldn’t be. Tom Valero is a no-good, piece-of-shit asshole that deserves every bad thing that comes to him.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that,” I tell Nat, who is stone-cold next to me.

  “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

  “Always, baby. From here on out, it’s you and me.”

  She smiles, and I never would have thought from the moment we met, and my body yearned for her the way it does, this would be where we ended up. The connection was so intense sexually that I assumed a few times fucking and I’d be good. But man, was I wrong. I could never have enough time with her. She is my world, my purpose for living, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We went from one sexual encounter to being each other’s everything. And as I sit here with h
er in this moment, I couldn’t be happier or ask for anything more than just her, my Natalie.

  Epilogue

  Jett

  Watching Natalie’s mother's ashes absorb into the ocean, each is like a snowflake melting away. She lets out a deep breath, and I admire her strength and resilience. Her hands are wrapped firmly around the railing of our new yacht, and I hold on to her tightly, noticing a stray tear rolling down her cheek. This is the first she has cried, and I wipe it away for her. “I didn’t want to cry, babe,” she says to me.

  “It’s okay, Nat. Do you realize what you just did and how brave you were doing it? Shedding a couple of tears is to be expected.”

  She nods, and I kiss the top of her hair, holding her close against my chest.

  “I’m sorry I waited until our last day out at sea to do this.”

  “Stop it. Don’t you apologize for shit! We’ve had an amazing time out here and we both knew spreading your mother’s ashes was a part of it. How many days has it been?”

  “Thirty-two, babe,” she responds softly, and I can’t believe it’s been that long. It’s been the best month of my life. I’ve never taken time away from work or wanted to, until now. But Natalie makes me do all sorts of things I normally wouldn’t.

  “You okay?” I ask her turning her around, so she is now looking into my eyes.

  “Yeah, I feel better about things than I thought I would. I expected it to be harder to let her go, but it’s like this weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear. You did what she wanted you to do, baby. I’m so proud of you,” I tell her as Oliver and our new dog, Olivia, a chocolate brown lab, who we rescued from a local shelter, zoom past us chasing each other. I went from being Oliver’s best friend to somewhere around third place, but I’m okay with it. They both make Natalie so happy. She chuckles watching them run by. “They’re crazy.”

  “Yeah, they are,” I agree happily. “What do you say, you let me cook for you, baby?”