Page 14 of Dr. Billionaire
CHAPTER 6
Mark’s penthouse was no less impressive the second time Jenna walked into the foyer straight from the elevator, but she didn’t have much time to appreciate its grandeur before its owner pushed her up against the wall, pinned both of her wrists above her head with one of his hands, and used his free hand to fondle her breasts through her thin shirt as he kissed herhard.
Jenna moaned into his mouth, arching her back against the wall to push herself further into him. His hand roamed over each cloth-covered nipple, then down across her stomach before brushing the waistband of her jeans. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to her ear.
“I’ve been waiting to hear from you for a week. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who keep me in suspense and then suddenly ask to be fucked like little sluts?”
Jenna panted, still breathless from the kiss. “Are you going to spank me again?” she asked, unable to keep the annoyance—or the unwilling arousal—fully out of her tone.
She had asked for a normal fucking, and now he was going to do weird shit again? It didn’t matter that her pussy was already clenching, this wasn’t part of the deal.
“Not this time,” he said, leaning closer to bite her ear lobe before continuing. “This time I’m going to punish you with my cock.”
Jenna barely had time to process his words before Mark released her wrists, spun her around, wound his hand into her still-damp hair, and used his firm hold there to lead her into his living room. She stumbled in ahead of him, briefly mesmerized by the pinks and oranges of the setting sun out the floor to ceiling windows, before she was toppled over the back of his couch and found herself staring at the high-end, pebbled gray fabric of the cushions.
She couldn’t help wondering how many women had stared at this same fabric, in this same position. Ten? A hundred? More? The material looked impeccably clean, but he probably had people who kept it that way. People whose job it was to clean up after each one-night stand.
Unsure why her thoughts were taking her in these unappealing directions, Jenna looked back over her shoulder to see Mark standing a few feet behind her, staring at her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass look so good in jeans before,” he said absently, as if talking to himself. “It’s almost a shame to have you take them off.”
Jenna let out a puff of air, blowing a piece of her hair away that had fallen into her eyes. “Well you could just paint a picture if you’d like, I’ve got time.”
“No, no,” Mark said, stepping up behind her and grabbing her right cheek roughly through the denim. “Go ahead and take them off. Panties too.”
Jenna stood and turned around to face him. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shoved her fingers underneath both them and the waistband of her panties to take them down before Mark put up a hand to stop her.
“One at a time. Jeans first.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “If you think I’m going to do a striptease for you or something, that’s not my forte. If it was, I could have made way more money than I did bartending.”
“No teasing necessary. Just the stripping part,” Mark replied lightly.
He didn’t seem to react at all to her sarcasm, which threw Jenna off. He was doing his thing where he was always cool, calm, collected, and in charge of his emotions no matter what she threw at him, and it unnerved her.
Pushing her jeans down quickly, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside before moving to do the same with the satin red thong she’d picked out in a hurry when he’d demanded their spur-of-the-moment meetup.
“Slower,” he demanded, and Jenna paused, shooting him a look.
With exaggerated slowness, she pulled her panties down centimeter by centimeter, keeping defiant eye contact with him the whole time.
Mark smirked. “I know you’re eager for your fucking, babygirl. But the look you’re giving me is making me think you want another spanking first.”
“I do not!” Jenna huffed, finally pushing her panties the rest of the way down and kicking them aside to join her jeans on the floor.
Mark closed the distance between them in an instant, cradling her face in his hand and running his thumb teasingly over her bottom lip. He leaned in as if he were about to kiss her again, and Jenna closed her eyes, waiting for it. When she didn’t feel his lips, she opened her eyes again to see his handsome face still hovering inches away from hers. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. It smelled spicy like cinnamon.
“Then ask me to give you the hard fucking you need.”
Jenna’s breathing quickened as she stood there, bare from the waist down, suddenly hyper aware that Mark was still fully clothed in his work attire.
“I…” she started. She hadn’t expected to be at a loss for words after feeling so confident before, but he seemed to have that effect on her.
Mark gripped the hem of her T-shirt and ripped it off over her head, then pushed her bra up so it rested just above her breasts, making them stick out lewdly. Gripping both of her stiff nipples with his fingers, he pinched them hard enough to make Jenna squeal.
“Ask me, my little slut.”
