Page 4 of The Perfect Bargain

“It’s okay. I’ll guide you,” he says, but there’s no softness in his voice. No reassurance. It’s just cold. His words do nothing to calm the nervous fluttering in my chest. “On your knees.” He repeats the command, and this time it’s not a request. I drop to my knees, feeling his eyes on me as he pulls his erection free. I swallow hard, my pulse racing.

“Open your mouth.” The demand is harsh, devoid of any warmth. A lump forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe.

“I can’t,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. His jaw tightens, and frustration flickers in his eyes. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” My voice trembles as I repeat it, panic rising fast.

“Then what’s the point of you being here?” His words hit hard, sinking deep into my chest.

“Please, I’m sorry.” The panic spills out of me, and I’m struggling to keep it together. This isn’t him. This isn’t how he was before. Why is he doing this?

“You can’t give me what I want,” he growls, his frustration clear, his words cutting.

“I can try,” I blurt, tears stinging my eyes. “Just… please, let me try.”

He stares down at me, his jaw clenched so tight I’m half expecting him to walk away. But then he sighs, the sound harsh and clipped.

“Fine.”

The word drips with disdain, and I feel it like a punch to the gut. I don’t understand why he’s treating me like this. He knows I don’t know how to do this—he knows. Why is he so angry?

My hand reaches out, fingers curling tentatively around his shaft. He feels bigger from this angle, more intimidating, but I push past the fear. Slowly, I start stroking him, unsure, but trying. He groans, his body relaxing just a little, and I feel a spark of confidence. My movements become steadier, more assured, as I explore his body, watching for his reaction.

His eyes darken, filled with lust, as he watches me. I lean forward, placing a tentative kiss on the tip. His skin is soft, warm, and I kiss him again, emboldened by the way his breath hitches. That sound is intoxicating, and before I know it, I’m licking him, from base to tip, before taking him into my mouth.

He’s big—too big—but I push through the discomfort, my tongue swirling around his length, doing the best I can to please him. I want him to feel something, anything, other than this cold distance that’s settled between us.

“Good girl,” he groans, his words making my heart swell with pride. “You’re a fast learner.”

I keep going, my movements more confident as I take him deeper into my mouth. He lets out another low growl, his hands resting on my shoulders, guiding me as I bob up and down. He tastes incredible. My mouth is watering, and the scent of his skin is making me heady. I feel him swelling even larger, his shaft twitching in my mouth as he nears his release.

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep going,” he urges, his fingers tightening around my shoulders. My jaw aches from the pressure, but I push through, determined to make him come. Suddenly, his grip on my shoulders tightens, and he pushes me away, his shaft sliding out of my mouth with a pop.

“On your feet.” His voice is deep and commanding, and I do as he says, my legs wobbling as I stand. His hands find my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me close.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers, his words sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Such a fast learner.” His lips brush against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Now, turn around and bend over the bed.”

I nod, my body moving before my mind can register his words. My palms press against the cool sheets, and I bend over, my heart pounding in anticipation. He steps closer, his hand stroking the curve of my ass before giving it a hard spank.

“Oh!” The sudden impact startles me, but before I can protest, his fingers find their way between my legs, caressing me and making me wet with desire.

“So wet for me,” he growls, the huskiness of his voice making me tremble. I won’t take long this time; I know you have a job to do, " he says coldly, and guilt pangs in my stomach. How do I explain to him that I’m trying to guard my heart? I don’t want to get attached; I don’t want to fall for him.

“James,” I manage, but he’s already sliding my panties down my legs and discarding them on the floor. He lifts my dress up, and it bunches at my waist, and before I can repeat his name or say anything at all to get his attention, I feel him at my entrance.

“I won’t take long,” he repeats, his voice a low growl as he pushes into me.

I can’t deny how his body fits mine or how he makes me feel, even when he’s acting strange and cold. I don’t know if I can handle his mood swings or if I can deal with the constantfeeling of being scared around him. Afraid to give too much or not enough. But for now, all I can think about is the way his body feels inside of mine. The way he stretches me and fills me. The way he makes me moan with each thrust.

I don’t want to lose control. I want to stay focused, but it’s impossible with James buried deep inside me, hitting every spot perfectly. He doesn’t take long, he doesn’t make me wait, and he gives me what I want- what we both want. As his fingers dig into my hips and his rhythm picks up speed, I feel myself teetering on the edge. Every nerve in my body is tingling, and the pressure builds, threatening to spill over.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he urges, his voice deep and raspy. “I want to hear you scream.”

And I do. My cries of pleasure echo off the walls as my orgasm consumes me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, much better than my first time, despite his attitude today. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful.

But as quickly as it started, it’s over. James pulls out of me and steps back, leaving me trembling and panting.

“I’ll see you next time, sweetheart,” he says, his voice calm and controlled, unlike my current frantic state.

Chapter Three

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