Page 30 of Jack Frost, CEO

I can hear his threatening tone, but to my fuzzy brain, it sounds like the best idea ever. I shriek when he drops me on the bed.

“Okay, Princess. You wanted my attention, and you got it.” Jack yanks me back to the edge of the bed, flicks my buckle open, and has my pants and boots on the floor before I register a location change.

Flipping me onto my stomach, he lands several sharp smacks on my panty-clad ass. I squeal as his hand slides between my legs to lazily stroke me. With a flick of his wrist, he snaps the string on my panties and shoves them into his pocket.

Then, leaning over until he can rub my nose with his, he whispers. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this, and I will walk away immediately. Tell me.”

“I want this. I want this so badly, please.”

The grin that graces his lips is borderline feral. He strips my sweater from my body before he pulls the cups on my bra down with his mouth, latching on to a nipple and scraping it with his teeth. My spine arches and my hands grab at the comforter. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, Jack, or a combination of both. Still, it feels like he is everywhere all at once, and it’s entirely too much.

Yet I want more.

“Jack, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I’ll pray to the old gods and the new if he can make this ache disappear.

“All you had to do is ask, Princess.” His hot mouth trails down my stomach until he reaches my clit, where he gives it hard, quick lashes with his rough tongue. I don’t realize how wet I am until slickness coats the tops of my thighs. I lift my hips, trying to gain more friction. I need more. I need something.

“Please,” I beg.

Jack slides two fingers into me, slowly pumping them. I’m babbling. I know I am, but I can’t stop myself. Jack slides in a third finger, increasing his speed until it reaches a punishing pace. Without warning, he takes his thumb and twirls firm circles over my clit. I shoot up off the bed, screaming my release. It shakes me to my very core, wringing through my entire body. I gasp, trying to get my breath back as Jack slowly brings me down.

“You okay, Princess?”

I nod, and his grin turns smug.

“You want more?” Jack is standing over what remains of my body, lazily stroking his rock-hard cock. And right now, I want that more than anything. “Then get up there and grab the headboard.”

I scramble to obey, and I can feel his warmth behind me when I get into position.

“How do you want it, love? Do you want me to take you nice and slow, or do you want to be my dirty princess, my little toy?”

My pulse thuds at his deliciously sinful words because I want to be his toy. I want him to use me, break me, and put me back together again. “Use me,” I manage to get out, and the hands that had been caressing my hips clamp down.

“Oh, love. You have no idea what you are in for.” He pulls my hips back until I’m slightly leaning with my ass tilted up. I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance before he slams to the hilt in one long thrust. Wrapping one hand in my hair, he uses the other one to punish my nipples with tight pinches and pulls.

I buck back against him, moaning and panting. “Please.”

“That’s it. Beg for me. Show me how much you want this.” Jack continues to thrust hard and fast into me, and the pace rocks the bed.

I have a vague thought of being glad that we’re the only ones in the house before his hand leaves my breasts and moves down to the slickness between my legs, gathering some before swirling small circles over my back hole.

My head drops forward as much as possible with his hand still gripping my hair. “Fuck. Jack. Please.”

“You want me here? Do you want me to fuck this pretty little asshole? My, what a dirty little toy I have.” Jack has worked up to his second knuckle while his cock still punishes my pussy. “I wonder what would happen if I just...”

He releases my hair to pinch my clit, and I scream as I fall apart, my body locking as waves of pleasure decimate my ability to even see.

“Oh. Fuck. Shit,” Jack grunts as he comes with me. He slams me down on him with a hand around my throat. “I didn’t want to come in your pretty pussy, but you pulled it right out of me, didn’t you, love? I was going to come in this delicious ass that has been torturing me for months, but you had other plans.” His breath is hot against my cheek as we pant through the aftershocks.

Collapsing sideways, Jack tugs a blanket over us again, and I’m asleep before he even pulls out.

***

The following two days are spent with Marcus and Alexandra. They even manage to get me on a slope—albeit the training slope—a time or two. I spend my nights in Jack’s bed, where we continue to explore all the different ways we can make each other fall apart.

It’s the day before Christmas Eve when we head to the resort. I’m in the lobby sorting some files and waiting for Jack to let me know if our table is ready, when I feel a rough hand on my elbow yanking me to the coat check.

A chill runs down my spine as I stare up into the eyes of the man I have no desire to see again. Especially now. “F-f-father. What are you doing here?” I look around for Jack but don’t see him.

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