PIERCE : A Billionaire Romance Book Series (The Complete Van Doren Series) (8 page)

              Pierce reluctantly disengages from Christina’s body, but maintains his grasp on her midsection, giving her a little tug that takes them out of the elevator and into the hallway.  There are only two suites on this floor, so they have a short trip to his door.  It takes a couple of tries to get his key card to work – he’s so anxious he swipes it too quickly, and Christina chuckles good-naturedly at his flubs. “Easy, tiger…” she says, making Pierce laugh, as well. 

              “Says the girl with soaked panties…” he teases, finally opening the door and pushing it inward to reveal a posh, beautifully appointed living room.  Christina can’t help but be impressed by the sleek décor of the room, and the glimmer of the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows draws her across the room so she can look outside. 

              In the window’s reflection, she watches Pierce approach from behind.  She wants to turn and embrace him, to have him fuck her against the glass – to feel the chilly surface against her naked skin.  But she also has an idea.  Just as Pierce draws up behind her, Christina turns around, pressing herself against the glass and holding out one hand. “Stop.”

              Pierce does as he’s told, but is clearly unsure.  “Huh?” he mumbles, stopping a few feet away from Christina and cocking his head much like a confused puppy.  Christina has to stop herself from launching across the room at him right then – he’s so adorable – but she holds fast, shaking her head and smiling craftily at the beautiful man in front of her. “You can’t just have what you want.  You’ve been a very…”

              Christina pushes off the window, then… approaching Pierce and reaching out to snag his tie as she passes him.  Pulling hard enough to guide him without yanking, she turns Pierce around, then points at the floor while wrapping his silk, likely ridiculously expensive, tie around her fist.  “…bad, bad boy.”

              His throat works visibly as he watches Christina so quickly take charge.  Despite the fact that he could easily overpower her and take her to the bedroom, Pierce finds himself obeying her silent command.  Sinking to his knees, he looks up at her with an expectant, almost boyish expression on his face.  She steps closer, pulling his tie so he’s forced to maintain good posture even on his knees.  Bending forward slightly, Christina speaks against his forehead.  “Now.  Are you going to take your punishment, or should I just go ahead and leave?”

              Looking both agonized and exhilarated, Pierce reaches out to wrap his arms around Christina’s legs.  He rests his head on her stomach, hiding his face in the soft warmth of her shirt. He can smell her arousal, still… and that just makes his hard-on grow more insistent.  “I’ll take my punishment,” he says, the words muffled against her flat belly.  “Don’t go.”

              Christina smiles.  “Good boy,” she says, releasing his tie and stepping back, leaving him on his knees, looking confused and unmistakably aroused.  “Stay.”  She turns and pads into the bedroom, already feeling the nerves and excitement bubbling in her stomach as she peels her shirt up over her head and disappears around the corner.  Oh yes.  This will be fun.

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              Pierce finds himself struggling to stay still as he watches Christina depart.  Every muscle in his body is tight, his posture poised and ready to pounce.  Words are on his tongue – words of frustration, pleas, and irritation – but he stays where he is as she walks away.  He can't deny that the view she offers is absolutely delectable.  Even dressed casually and with her hair gathered up into a messy knot on top of her head, she's stunning.  He watches her ass flex, her back move, her hips slide from side-to-side in silent beckoning.  Unfortunately (and fortunately) for him, the room is large, so her departure gives him plenty of time to admire this incredible creature.  He chews his lower lip hard enough to imprint a bruise, and as she ducks into the other room and disappears, he reaches down and squeezes the firm insistence of his cock.  “Fuck me...” he breathes in awe, shaking his head and pushing one hand back through his dark hair.  He has no idea what he's in for, but he's anxious to find out.

              A few minutes pass, and Pierce's impatience only grows.  He starts to get up – but he stays on his knees despite the tightness in his thighs and the pressure on his knees.  He wants to be good for her, wants to see how she will reward him for his cooperation.  He also wants to experience whatever punishment she may have in store.  Oh god, does he ever.  His throat aches to call her name. He even forms the word on his lips, breathes the syllables... but he does not speak loudly enough for her to hear him. 

              Finally, just when he’s pretty sure he can't take it anymore, Christina emerges.  She's stripped out of her comfortable afternoon clothing.  Utterly and stunningly naked, she steps out of the bedroom with an air of confidence he has always suspected, but never really seen.  Not like this.  Even naked and vulnerable, she commands his attention.  Her posture is straight, her head held high.  Her hair has been loosened from its ties and brushed out – the silky, heavy curls left to cascade down her back and over her shoulders.  Pierce can almost feel those warm, satin locks in his fingers.  He knows what she smells like, and he wants so much to bury his face in at the base of her neck and just breathe her in.  His heavy cock aches.  He can feel it straining in his pants, and his clothes suddenly feel too tight as one hand pushes down to tug at his desperate dick. 

              Christina pads silently across the floor to where Pierce kneels.  She pauses a few feet away, her eyes focused past him and on the skyline.  Her smile is gentle, almost dreamy – and she looks utterly satisfied with herself.  He wants to throw himself at her and wrap his arms around her waist.  She finally looks down at him, and then directs that grin at him.  It makes his stomach clench, makes his breath catch.  “Christina...” he starts only to have her press one finger to her lips and shake her head.

              “No, Pierce.”  Christina speaks in low, patient tones.  Pierce's eyes don't know where to land – her naked body is a feast – but he finally forces himself to focus on her face.  She continues, her words communicated slowly, with purpose.  “You've had plenty of time to talk to me, and you've always tried to distract me. You've undermined me at every possible turn.  You've lied, and you've stalked me.  You've been a very bad boy, and it's time for you to pay for your actions.”

              For a second, Pierce feels the pinch of fear in his chest.   She doesn't have any weapons, he could easily overpower her... but the calm way she's speaking is unnerving.  He feels small.  Even on his knees, he's not much shorter than the little spitfire of a blonde in front of him, but he feels almost insignificant in the shadow of her gaze.  His head dips forward, and he gazes at the floor, a slight smile tugging at his lips.  She's right, after all.  He has done all the things she's accusing him of.  He's guilty.  His chest heaves with a slow, measured breath.

              Christina leaves him to his internal struggle for a few seconds, then steps in close and reaches out to take hold of his chin.  He looks up at her when she guides his face up to greet her own.  Her smile is sincere, and Pierce relaxes a little as he sees genuine affection there.  His lips twitch into a half-grin, but he still feels like an asshole for making her hurt at all.  This is all very foreign to him – he usually doesn't give a shit one way or another about the women he fucks – but he knows there's something new and special about Christina. 

              “So...” Christina goes on.  Pierce lets his attention wander from her face long enough to take in the succulent swell of her breasts, the sleek plane of her stomach, the elegant curve of her hips.  She pulls at his chin gently, and he re-focuses on her pretty features.  She's grinning.  She knows what she's doing to him, and she likes it. 

              “You're going to learn what it's like to not get what you want.”  Christina lets go of Pierce's chin and takes a step back, then.  Confused, he looks up at her, ready to beg her to stay – to not leave him here like this – but she doesn't turn to leave.  Instead, she sits down in a nearby chair, facing him.  The chair is a big, overstuffed leather thing... its upholstery buttery and warm and welcoming.  She sinks into it and looks to be almost swallowed up in its generous depths.  Pierce likes how she looks, all sweet and naked and pale and delicate.  He knows he could just ravish her.  He stays there on his knees, though – anxious to see what she has planned.

              Within the comfortable embrace of the designer chair, Christina smiles.  It really is quite comfortable.  Despite her confident air, her heart is hammering, her mind racing.  She's never done anything like this before, and watching Pierce on his knees in front of her is simultaneously exciting and terrifying.  What if she pushes too far and he tells her to get out? What if he's not interested in this kind of thing at all?  Sure looks like he is, look at his cock – I can see it inside his pants.  But still, she doesn't want to fuck this up.  She doesn't know how she feels.  She knows she wants this man, knows she craves him.  She… actually cares about him, but isn't sure she should.  A few slow, deep breaths are drawn into her chest, and then she focuses on the task at hand.  Making Pierce crazy.

              Judging by the way he's staring at her, she's got a good start.  He's positively tense.  She can see his muscles standing out in his shoulders, his hands clenching into fists.  He keeps squeezing and pushing down on his cock, trying to keep it under control... but he's clearly failing.  She smiles a little bit, at that.  Good.

              Stretching out on the chair, Christina looks like a contented feline.  Her body is pale against the deep chocolate leather, and her limbs are elegant and long as she reaches up and arches her back.  Lazily, she throws one leg up over the arm of the chair, and she leaves the other one opened up so Pierce can see the sweet, pink folds of her pussy.  She's smooth and clean, and she'd be lying if she said this wasn't arousing... so if he's looking closely (and she suspects he is), he'll notice the faint gleam of her lust there in the shadows of her sex.  Just to make sure he gets a good view, she reaches down and pulls the left side of her pussy open, as Pierce audibly gasps.

              “What do you want me to do, Christina?” he asks, already looking near the end of his rope.  “Just sit here and watch?”  His hand is on his dick now and not budging, stroking and squeezing it through his pants.  His eyes are laser focused on the forbidden temptation of her pussy, and when she idly lets her thumb reach out to roll across her clit, he bites his lip and hisses air through his nose.

              “Stop that, first...” Christina nods at his hand where it rests, and Pierce reluctantly pulls it away.  His mouth is slightly parted, his eyes a dark shade of light and hungry. She likes that very much.  “Now, get up and undress.”  She pauses, then adds, “Please.”

              Her hand continues to stroke and tease her pussy, as her other hand slides up over her tummy to cup and squeeze one breast. Her nipples are both hard and alert, and when she compresses that supple flesh in her palm, she can't help but sigh happily.  Her hands feel so nice on her, and watching Pierce get to his feet and strip for her is quite a treat.  He unbuttons his shirt quickly, but as he begins to notice that she's enjoying the show, he takes his time.  Pushing the garment off one muscular shoulder, he smiles at her.  Christina feels her breath catch in her chest.  She's in charge, dammit!  Must not let him regain control.  Not yet. 

              Pierce notices how he's turning her on, and hopes to play this to his advantage.  He shrugs out of his shirt slowly, then pulls it away from his perfectly cut, defined torso.  Instead of dropping it on the floor, he tosses it towards Christina.  It lands at the foot of her chair.  Glancing down at it, she smiles a bit sarcastically, but does not get distracted from her lazy tease.  In fact, she lets her head fall backwards for a moment, as she sinks two fingers into her now-slick pussy, throwing Pierce off his game for a few seconds. “God...” he breathes, his hands working to unfasten his belt.  He shucks off his pants without any attempt to give a strip tease.  Kicking them aside, he finds himself starting towards the little treat on the chair.  No, I mustn't go after her yet.  He can't give in.  He holds fast, and once again tries to tempt her, hoping to draw her towards him.

              Pierce is wearing black boxer briefs, and his big, thick cock is already prominently outlined. Christina swallows hard as she watches him strip to his underwear, and when he begins to peel those snug shorts down over one hip, she has to consciously fight the urge to throw herself at him.  He exposes the stark “V” of his abdomen and the upper edge of his pubic hair in an agonizingly slow manner, keeping his eyes settled on hers the entire time.  His cock is so hard that he has to pull the waistband of his underwear out and away from his body to make room – and when he pushes the garment down over his hips entirely, his dick is already shiny with pre-cum and swollen to proportions she has not yet known with him.  Her mouth waters.  Her pussy clenches.  Her toes curl.  She wants... so badly... but she is determined to stay on top of this situation.  At least... for... another minute or so.  Maybe.

              Kicking free of his shorts, Pierce stands in front of Christina.  He's gorgeous.  He's perfect.  Dark-skinned and masculine, strong and commanding even in his submission.  She wants to lick him.  She wants to taste every shadow, every line.  She wants to kiss his stomach, and bite his thigh.  Her hands are sweaty, and her stomach begins to flutter.  She gazes up at him through her lashes with feral desire, and he returns the look with equal ferocity.  The moment is heavy, thick, fraught with possibility, and emotion.  For a few seconds, the lovers face off in a silent conflict... but then Pierce finally breaks it.