Imagine Jake whispering into your ear how fucking hard he is for you, how he gets himself off on the mere thought of you, how much he wants to tear your clothes off and fuck you so hard until youâre trembling beneath him.
Imagine the beautiful sounds of his moans echoing off the walls as you clench around his pretty little cock, the way he chants fuck fuck fuck as he cums and fills you to the brim, the way he balls the bedsheets up into his fists and bites down onto your shoulder as you rake your nails down his back.
AU!JAKE KISZKA X READER AU!JOSH KISZKA X READER AU!JAKE KISZKA X OC
word count 4,607
warnings minor dni, sir kink, praise kink, daddy kink? Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, implications of violence, sub/dom situations, drinking, alcohol
Perched on the edge of the chair, you stared across the table at Josh as he shoved a piece of his sandwich into his mouth and chewed slow and meticulous. You pushed your food toward the center of the table, your appetite having diminished days prior. Nothing had helped the way you felt, which for the most part was nothing but angry. You hadnât allowed yourself the time nor space to feel hurt or upset any longer, finding solace in the rage that built within you.Â
âYou better eat that, I paid good money forâŠwhatever that salad is,â he smirked playfully across at you as you allowed your body to relax back into the booth.Â
âYou gonna make me?â You quipped, eyes widening slightly as you watched his face take on a new expression.Â
âI might. Do you want me to do that?â The implication in his tone took you back to the night the two of you had spent together, unfinished business prevalent in that moment as you recalled how Jake had busted in just to say you were his girl. Nausea rolled through your stomach as you remembered that night.Â
âI think any other situation I would say yes, Josh I do. But no.â You audibly swallowed hard, fingers toying with the edge of the table you were sat at as your eyes watched them dance about the veneered wood. âI am so pissed off. And my anger normally breeds contempt and a need to lick my wounds in the best way possible.â
âBy fucking your boyfriends older-by-five-minutes, incredibly much more handsome twin?â Josh quipped. You knew he was playing, trying to pull a better reaction from you than heâd been receiving through the duration of your meal. His joke was lackluster and you silently begged for any semblance of a laugh to bubble up from within you. Silence became you though, blinking back tears as you considered all of the events that had happened in such a short time. Maybe you should sleep with Josh. At least then it would distract you from all of the ridiculous notions you had let play out in your head. Where Jake was this misunderstood nice guy fully capable of having an adult relationship complete with trust and honesty.Â
What a fucking joke that had been.Â
âYes by doing that. But I canât even seem to force myself to care about anything other than being so angry that I feel like I could vibrate right out of this booth.âÂ
âI thought that might be the case,â Josh considered, chewing around another bite of food as he watched you thoughtfully. âI know youâre angry, I think thatâs to be expected. But I imagine you are also hurt, and upset, and feeling abandoned or incredibly lonely. And so, I just want to say, that Iâm here for you. Remove the night we almost spent together from the table, as much as Iâd love to have a leg up on Jacob. My main priority is seeing that you are okay through this, and that you have support too. Lord knows he does.â He rolled his eyes then and you both muttered one name in unison.Â
Savannah.Â
Sure she would take his side and go crawling back as his best friend. Maybe even more. Nothing would shock you at this point.Â
âYou know he told me he didnât sleep with Tiffany,â Josh offered as an after thought, settling up the bill by sliding his credit card to the end of the table as the server approached.Â
âIâm sure thatâs the story he is telling.â Truth be told, you had hoped he hadnât, but you could never be sure. Not necessarily because of who Jake was, simply because of who she was. Paired with the way he had treated you not just over the last few weeks, but the last time youâd spoken face to face, you had your doubts. Josh vouching for his twin, if it could even be called that at all, held little importance to you.Â
âAre you going to give him a chance to do better?â There was something behind the tone in Joshâs question, not entirely as if he werenât curious. You could tell he was, but the intention you supposed wasnât entirely due to his concern for his brother, or where the two of you landed when it came to your relationship.Â
âThatâs just it, Josh. I have given him chance after chance. And every time I feel like I have the flame under control, I get burnt again.â You slid from the booth then, stabding next to the table as you watched him stand from his seat as well just as the server returned with his card. After thanking her politely and stuffing the card into his wallet, Josh led you from the restaurant and out into the parking lot. Youâd both arrived at the same time, so parking next to one another had been easy. You walked side by side, in step with one another as you both remained silent. You, chewing on the idea of whether or not Jake deserved another chance. Josh, for his part, was contemplating whether he himself had meant it when he said to take the night the two of you didnât spend together off the table. Because maybe he didnât. And maybe, since his brother couldnât seem to stop messing up, he still wanted that chance.Â
âCall me later if you feel like company? Or just, like, want to throw things and scream or something. Iâm a good source of expending energy,â he flashed you his signature grin as you approached your vehicles, sat side by side one another.Â
âThanks Josh,â you moved in for a brief hug, your arms squeezing around his torso firmly as he kissed the temple of your head and offered a soft grin upon releasing you.Â
âSee you later, little deer.âÂ
âBye,â you squeaked, climbing into your car after Â
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âBambi, do you think you can watch the bar for five? I need to make a phone call,â Sam stopped you before you could retreat to the ladies room. Youâd been giving a private dance to a client for the last four songs and were in desperate need of using the restroom, not to mention a moment alone to decompress for a few.Â
âUh, sure yeah.â You stepped behind the bar to take his place, watching as he took his phone from his pocket as it began to ring. Jakeâs name flashed across the top. A sinking feeling in your gut pulled you out of the moment as Savannah approached.Â
âHey can I get another unopened bottle of bourbon for the Poker room?â You gave a nod and crouched down to rummage through the back stock of unopened bottles hidden beneath the counter, standing to present her with the liquor she had requested.Â
âSav,â you stopped her from leaving as she snatched the bottle off the bar top and turned to go.Â
âYeah?â She raised an eyebrow as she turned back to you, empty hand finding home upon her hip closest to you as she waited, albeit impatiently.Â
âDo you know where Jakeâs at tonight?â He had returned to being a recluse, or at the very least decidedly making himself as scarce as possible when you were in the building.Â
âI think he had a meeting with the contractors and some of the business partners.âÂ
âRight.â Your sights dropped to the top of the bar as Savannah reached out and drummed her fingertips against it in a steady, annoying, rhythm.Â
âI imagine Tiffany is there, also.â You couldnât bare to raise your eyes again, knowing youâd be met with that frustrating smirk of hers. âI imagine sheâs been taking care of him in the same way I used to. Donât you find it curious, Bambi, that even when he was actively trying to pursue you he was still getting what he needed from me? As much as I loathe the woman, and lord knows I do, he was a fool for her. Iâm sure he still is. And if Iâm not taking care of his needs, I would reason that she is.â No. No, no, no. You had hated the thought, yet youâd already been thinking that for days, weeks even.Â
âHe wouldnât do that.â You offered softly, swallowing down the nervous spit that threatened to turn to nausea as quickly as it had come on. You both knew you didnât believe your own words.Â
âSure,â she chuckled mostly to herself before spinning and retreating back to the Poker Room once more, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your worries. It wasnât much longer when Sam returned to the bar to take back over, his phone put away and a tense look holding his pretty features in a tight scowl.Â
âWhere is he, Sam?â You questioned before leaving the bar, knowing it may be the only time during that shift youâd get to ask.Â
âAt a meeting,â Sam returned gravelly, his jaw clenching and the muscles flexing and jumping beneath the weight of his obvious lie. âWith the partners.âÂ
âYouâre a shit liar, Samuel.â And he was, because if he had been present at all, he wouldâve noticed Daniel sauntering in with Josh. You gestured toward the pair before sucking your teeth.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, turning to you with a hand to his hip. âWhat do you want me to say, Bambi?â
âStart with the truth,â you demanded, mirroring his pose as you puffed your chest out enough to seem intimidating.Â
âHeâs at home.â
âBullshit.â Jake wouldnât spend extra time at home, not alone, when the club was open. You knew that all too well. âWho is he with?â
âI donât know-,â he huffed as your eyes cut back to him from watching Daniel approach.Â
âAgain. A shit liar Sam. Is he with Tiffany?âÂ
âI donât know,â he groaned, tossing his hands in the air. âMaybe. All I know is he told me he had a meeting but when he called he was at his house. Please donât run there,â he begged.Â
You hadnât planned to go there at all, willingly catching him red handed wasnât something you fancied seeing. Truly, the implication of what he was doing was enough to make you believe it. No need to witness it with your own eyes.Â
âHey Bambi,â Daniel offered as he slid onto a stool, Josh miming his actions as he kept his eyes nervously on you. The energy in the room had shifted, all thanks to you, and everyone could feel it.Â
âWhatâs up little deer?â Josh rested his chin on his fisted hand, elbow on the counter top as he stared across from you.Â
âNothing,â you huffed, defeated and tired of the game.Â
âSammy boy,â Joshâs attention moved to Sam next to you as he bristled and sat up straighter. When Samâs directed his attention to his oldest brother, Josh continued. âIâm buying Bambi out for the rest of the night. And Iâll take a tequila soda, as well, when you have the chance.Â
âJosh-,â you hated that he likely pitied you and was doing this as a courtesy to make up for his brothers short comings.Â
âDonât protest,â he insisted, taking his drink when Sam placed it in front of him. âI want a lap dance from my favorite little doe.â His words were final as he stood from his seat and made his way over to the corner of the room, a place youâd come to learn was his favorite. He could watch whoever was dancing for him as well as the rest of the room if he truly wanted to. You knew from experience, he wanted to. Always curious, much like Jake, he just enjoyed watching. Â Following him, you lingered until the music started before straddling his lap. âTell me why you were upset when I came in?â His eyes, cast up to you and begging, shone in the dim light of the clubs lighting.Â
âYou know why,â you spoke softly as you moved your body in time with the music.Â
âMy brother will continue to fuck up if you allow it. Show him you wonât sit around waiting for him.âÂ
âWhat do you suggest I do, Josh? Fuck you and run and tell him?âÂ
âOh, little deer,â he chuckled darkly, his hands finding purchase at the back of your hips as he rutted you against him. âWhen you decide to come home with me again, it wonât be because you want his attention.â Your cheeks flamed at Joshâs insistence and the way he pulled you down against him, your heart pounding as you both stare at one another.Â
âJosh,â you swallowed the nervous spit collecting at the back of your mouth, forgetting about the music momentarily. âYou canât touch me while I dance.â It was the only thing you knew to say, mostly because you were afraid of you spoke any further youâd either embarrass yourself or end up going home with him. What the fuck.Â
âHips, I can touch your hips,â he smirked at you, knowing fully the effect he currently was having on you. Even if the blush of your cheeks hadnât given you away, your body wouldâve as your nipples had pebbled into hardened peaks and you clenched around nothing as he pushed you more against his lap before releasing his grip on your hips as you squirmed away from his hands. âBut Iâll keep my hands clean tonight. Doesnât mean my mind will be though.âÂ
You whimpered quietly, rising from his lap and turning to face out toward the rest of the club as you returned to the lap dance you were meant to be giving him.Â
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Jake
Logically speaking, this needed to end. You knew that. You had known that. But getting lost and caught up in what could have come from the relationship of your past had been soâŠtantalizing. Some might say, even fun. And so very, very stupid. You had avoided Bambi at all cost, only to complain about not seeing her to everyone who may care or listen. Even Daniel had offered you the sage advice of âyou fucked up, worse than I didâŠso goodluck with that.âÂ
And yet.Â
You couldnât stop.Â
Your lawyers had been dragging their feet in getting you out of this mess, so youâd been playing very nice. Thatâs how this got started, didnât it? They needed time to work things out and get you out of Tiffany being involved, legally speaking it would take work. You could play nice, butter her up real good so she wouldnât push for more when it came time to inevitably buy her out of her percentage. Briefly, you could imagine how easy it would be to slide back into any semblance of a relationship you and Tiffany had once had.Â
By briefly, you meant youâd begun daydreaming about it. Romanticizing the hurt sheâd put on you so many years earlier, excusing and making excuses for all the ways she had ruined you. Your touch lingering any time youâd place a large hand over hers, or rest it against the small of her back as you walked her around the wall less floor plan of the second location. But by the light of the moon youâd pour yourself over tracking y/nâs moves. Ensuring she wasnât moving on. Ensuring you werenât too far gone to fix things when the time came.Â
You shouldâve known the time had always been there. Youâd stumble into the club every night after you knew sheâd gone home, tracking your way back to your office only to roll through video footage of the night to âensure things were kosherâ, always desperate to catch a glimpse of your girl.Â
Your girl.Â
That thought alone shouldâve shown you where your loyalties lied. Where you had invested time and feelings into someone so incredibly willing to invest the same back in you. But it hadnât.Â
You were so fucking ignorant. Such a damn fool.Â
But that wouldnât stop Tiffany from pushing her way back into your life. No, it couldnât actually. Because currently, after insisting you show her the business model and discuss at great length over it at your house, youâd found yourself in a state of undress with Tiffany straddling your lap and smirking down at you. Again.Â
âDo you remember that thing you used to do with your tongue?â She questioned, her lips hovering close to the shell of your ear as her breath fanned out across your skin.Â
âYeah,â you confirmed, your head bobbing up and down slowly as you licked your lips.Â
You were a damn fool. Letting this happen. Now for the second time in mere days.Â
Bambi will never forgive you, the only thing muddling your thoughts as Tiffany drug her hands slowly down your chest and under the rich fabric of your button up. She lingered at the waistband of your pants, her fingers dancing over the cool metal of the buckle on your belt before beginning to slowly open it up.Â
âCan you do that tonight?â The words purred out of her, like a sirens song dancing atop the waves of a blackened ocean in the depths of the night. And you knew this game well enough to know you were about to spend the next hour begging for relief or buried between her thighs.Â
And then the rest of the night drinking away the guilt of what you had been doing. You wished you had it in you to stop.Â
âYeah,â you agreed, your arms wrapping firmly around her as you stood and carried her up to your bedroom. Her legs wrapped tightly around your hips as her mouth connected with the sensitive skin stretched over your neck and she began to suck and nip at your heated skin as you carried her through the hall to your bedroom. Once there you dropped her onto the mattress before your hands moved to finish the task of opening your belt and then the slacks you wore. Tiffany reached up to help, her fingers barely grasping at the material of the expensive pants before you found yourself slapping them and pushing her touch away. You could do it yourself.Â
âIâm so glad youâve begun to come around, Jakey,â Tiffany cooed, unzipping her short dress in a quick, fluid motion before shimmying herself out of it. âI think this will be the start of a beautiful relationship, with the business and rekindling our love.â You had to ignore her words or youâd not be able to do this. Yet, the question still begged to be asked. Why were you doing this? Only admitting your love for y/n in the dark, in the emptiness, in the solitude of just the two of you when you were able? In the drunken aftermath of any time you spent with Tiffany. Allowing yourself the momentary reprieve of a guilty conscious only until she was gone. You sneered at the thought as you kicked out of your pants and then, with little effort, your boxers.Â
She had forgiven you for Savannah. You wouldnât get that this time.Â
Tiffany pushed the small scrap of material she had on as underwear down over her hips and ass, bending each leg to remove the garment before letting the material drop to the floor near the bed. She followed those shortly after by discarding her bra, scooting back on your bed and splaying out as she leaned back onto her elbows before beckoning you forward with a fingered gesture. Kneeing up onto the bed, you paused as you felt the mattress dip beneath your weight. Briefly, you considered backing out but the need to be enough for her, whether you actually wanted her or not, pushed you forward until you were hovering over Tiffany.Â
âCâmon Jakey,â she encouraged, reaching between the two of you and palming at your length. âBig strong man, show me what youâre made of.â Could she shut up for once? Fuck. Her voice grated on your last nerve. A true battle within yourself, the wrong of it all was that you were sacrificing potentially the person you wanted to spend your life with. Right? Risking all of your progress both with Bambi and personally with your own self confidence simply to prove yourself enough for the one woman you had spent years both loving and loathing. Why were you so eager to possibly ruin things in the name of whatever the fuck this was?
âStop talking,â you growled, pushing her hand away again before fisting your cock around the base and moving closer to her.Â
âNot being very nice Jacob,â she quipped as you ran the head of your cock through her folds.Â
âYou donât like nice, remember Tiff? So shut the fuck up or youâll make it worse on yourself.â A half hearted threat rasped out of you as you drug your tip against her warm, wet center until you were nudging against her entrance. Pushing into her, it dawned on you why youâd so eagerly chased this need to be enough. Because you felt guilty taking what youâd wanted from Bambi, falling for her as she fell for you just the same, and offering up a love that in your opinion wouldnât be enough because you never had been. You wanted her. You wanted what the two of you both seemingly felt for one another. But taking and having had always represented two different things in your mind. Entirely too broken to see that, despite her insistence that you were enough, it was how she truly felt. For her, you were more than enough. You were everything and she had been able to separate that from your past, and your business. Hell, she barely knew a thing about the business bare what youâd offered. She had no knowledge of your financial status, simply of your humility, morality, and your heart.Â
Fuck.Â
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He stumbled through the door, pausing briefly to lean against it. Fully relying on the materials of the building surrounding him to hold up the dead weight his body felt like. Blood shot eyes, red cheeks, mussed up hair from fucking with it and attempting to smooth it down. And a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.Â
Jacob Kiszka was fucked. And fucked up.Â
âSammy boy,â he yelled out in a low rumble of a voice, pushing himself off the door frame and stumbling further into the clubs main room. It was late, past closing time, but he had known Sam would still be there cleaning up and restocking the bar for the next day. In an effort to not get scolded, Jake had had enough mind to at least order an Uber to carry him in his drunken state back home. Because he couldnât bare to be left alone in his actual home, the place pulsing with the energy Tiffany had left upon her exit. Couldnât bare to pass out with his face buried in the pillows on his bed knowing your scent was gone and replaced by whatever faux designer perfume Tiffany wore.Â
What he hadnât expected was that you wouldâve stayed over to help Sam after a particularly busy night.Â
Just there to do his nightly check, as he had convinced himself. To comb through his cameras to make sure youâd been treated well and right, and that no one-Josh-handled you inappropriately. Why he had been grief stricken at the idea of his twin having you, he hadnât pinpointed. Maybe because of the night he had burst into Joshâs home. Or perhaps because Josh had been the only one disconnected from the club enough, a mere client at that point, for you to not push him away. The thought youâd rely on and lean on him wounded Jake. As if he had a right to feel anything other than guilt.Â
âSammy,â Jake called out again, bringing the nearly spent whiskey bottle to his lips and wrapping them around the rim of it before gulping back a searing pull of it. âFuck,â he mumbled, free hand rubbing at his reddened eyes. âWhere the fuck are y-oh. Bambi.â Jake stood in his spot frozen, obviously surprised to see you still there. You mirrored his stance, your hands awkwardly locked behind your person as you stared curiously across at him.Â
âJake,â you managed, taking in his appearance. Studying his expression as he attempted to mask his shock.Â
âY/n,â he rasped lazily, the bottle in his hand being brought back to his lips before he drank slowly from it. He afforded himself the time to swallow harshly, unaffected by the warmth that spread through his chest with each drink. âWhy. Why are you here?â His right arm, hand still wrapped around the bottle neck tightly with two fingers pointed over at you, outstretched in your direction as his eyes narrowed. He blinked a time or two, probably wondering if you were a mirage or a figment of his broken mind.Â
âShe stayed to help me clean up,â Sam came into view from behind the bar, a case of bottled beer in his arms. âBeen a busy night. Why are you here? You didnât drive did you?âÂ
âNo,â he hiccuped, shuffling his feet toward you in an effort to close the distance youâd kept between your body and his. The physical proximity had no effect on the emotional distance between you and Jake. âAnswer me,â he demanded of you, his eyes hooded and heavy in his drunken stupor. âWhy are you still here Bambi?âÂ
âI told-,â Sam began, Jakes hand being held up practically shielding his face to cut him off.Â
âNot tonight. But tonight. Ever. Any of the days. Why are you still here?â You knew he meant why hadnât you just run off? Quit? Returned to a normal life without the burden of loving him? Pretend he never existed because it was what he deserved, in his opinion, nothing less would be deserved more.Â
âI work here?âÂ
âWhy,â he slurred, shuffling even closer still as his eyes focused on your lips, twitching as he watched you nervously lick over them.Â
âWhy?â You scoffed and brought your arms around to hug yourself, craving a little more distance between your body and that of the traitors. Jake wasnât having that though, moving ever closer so his chest was ghosting against your arms.
âWhy?â He further questioned, eyes beggingâŠpleading for an end to what heâd begun. For the mess he had found himself in.Â
âI can leave, if youâd like, sir.â You bit out, shoulders slumping when he whimpered almost inaudibly at the tone of your voice. You hated treating him with any type of malice, but you knew what heâd done. What heâd been doing. He couldnât hide it. Between showing up a drunken mess, which was already entirely unlike him, to the deep purple marks trailing up his neck that you certainly hadnât been the one to leave. He was showing his hand without even meaning to.Â
âAnswer me?â He begged again, completely ignoring your offer to leave as your arms dropped from your chest and you tugged anxiously at the hem of your sweater. You were ready to cry, hot tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you studied what had become of the man youâd given yourself so fully to.Â
âI hope she was worth it,â you quietly responded, stepping past him then and moving to leave. You quickly grabbed your bag, waiting patiently atop the bar as you had been helping Sam, and left.Â
Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Angst. Fluff. Language. Dirty talk? Smut. Allusions to public sex. Mentions of sex toys, vaccines. Fingering (fem!receiving). Oral sex (fem!receiving). Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). Mirror kink. If I missed anything, please let me know so I add it!
Author's Note: Bare with me, I don't know if I translated languages correctly. And apologies for any grammar mistakes, I tried to catch them all.
Black Smoke Masterlist
âIâll be home at seven. Wear the red dress again.â
And so you do. You swore not to look at the time because he always makes it home on time. You sit there on the third to last step on the staircase, waiting for him to walk through the front door. A pair of headlights shine in through the window and you perk up slightly only for your hopes to get crushed when they turn and disappear from your view. Sighing, you give in and pull out your phone. The screen lights up and the time stares at you in bold, white numbers.
7:45pm.
He really is late.
Not a single call. Not even a text.
The time soon ticks to eight oâclock and he still hasnât shown up. Dropping your purse on the hall table, you slip out of your heels and make the trek back upstairs to the bedroom. This isnât the first time that heâs been late. Ever since the opening of his gallery, heâs gained a lot of traction with his business. Shoots booked nearly every day, heâs been spending a lot of time either at the studio or the gallery space editing photos and meeting with clients. Youâd give him grace if he were thirty minutes late but a full hour?
Slipping out of the dress, you put it back on the hanger and into the closet before sitting down at the vanity and taking off your makeup. Your mind couldnât help wondering back to Jake. Where is he? Is he okay? Then the worry sets in and you find yourself grabbing your phone and calling his cell. Straight to voicemail. Odd.
You can hear the door opening downstairs followed by his footsteps running up the stairs. You sit on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed in front of you and your arms crossed over your chest. He appears in the doorway and stops. âIâm so sorry..â He starts apologizing to you as he walks the length of space between the door and the bed. âI swear I left early so I could make it back here in time and you know me not to use excuses but my phone died and I didnât have my charger and I got stuck in traffic andââ He sighs, his shoulder dropping. âIâm sorry..â
You shrug your shoulders and stand up from the bed. âOkay..â You walk over to your side of the bed and pull the sheets down.
âOkay?â He steps up to the bed and leans over with his fists pressing into the mattress. âYouâre not going to yell? Get mad?â
âWhy would I get mad?â You ask as you climb into the bed. âI mean.. Itâs not the first time youâve been late for our plans.. Disappointed? Sure. Mad? Nope.â
âLet me make it up to you.â
âJake..â
âPlease let me make it up to you.â He says as he crawls onto the bed. On his hands and knees, he makes his way up the bed and gently rests his body on top of you. âIâve missed you.â He kisses you as he squeezes your body within his arms. âAnd I really wanted to take you out tonight, I had such big plans.â
âLet me guess, a photoshoot in the middle of the street?â
He chuckles. âThat is not a bad idea actually, but no.. I was going to take you out to dinner at this pretty awesome restaurant and then bring you home to shower you with love..â
âHmm, as if you donât already.â
âAnd then Iâd present you with these..â He pushes himself up onto his knees and leans backwards. He unbuttons his suit jacket and reaches into the inside pocket and produces a paper envelope. He hands it to you and stays on his knees while he watches you open it. His eyes sparkle as he watches you look at the contents inside.
âNo..â You say, shaking your head.
âYes.â
âJake..â
âItâs France.â
âItâs your job.â
âOnly for a few days and then the rest of the two week trip is all ours.â He says. He hovers back over top of you and gives you a gentle kiss. âIt wonât be as hot and steamy like Africa but..â He presses his lips to the backside of your ear and nibbles on your lobe. âImagine having sex in a French vineyard.â
âIsnât public indecency illegal likeâŠI donât knowâŠEverywhere?â
He chuckles and pulls his face away, but still close enough that your noses can still touch. âNot if itâs a private vineyard.â He says. âThis shoot is going to take place at a private vineyard owned by the client.â
âWho exactly is your client?â You ask.
âA big shot business man from New York whoâs going through a midlife crisis and wants to have a vineyard,â Jake laughs. âHis words, not mine. The shoot fills Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdayâbut he leaves right after the shoot on Wednesday and is leaving us the property for the rest of our trip.â
âBut.. Why?â
âBecause I want to treat you to a well deserved vacation, plus I want to make up for all of the lost time. I havenât been around much as of late and I thought this would be perfect for the both of us, so he agreed to let us stay there for a romantic getawayâand besides, to have you out in the middle of a vineyard? Iâd be in heaven.â
You giggle and brush the ringlets of his wavy hair from his forehead. âDo we have to wait until France?â
âYou think I can wait?â He presses his lips against yours and slowly but roughly grinds his hardened cock against your center. âI want you now..â
Releasing your hold on him, you lay out your arms on either side of you on the bed. âThen have me..â
â
The flight to Paris was daunting but at least you had Jake beside you. By the time you made it to Paris, it was already the middle of the afternoon and Jakeâs gently shaking you awake. âWeâre here.â He whispers in your ear. âCome on, I think he sent us a driver.â And sure enough, the client did send a driver to retrieve the two of you from the airport. Jake chuckles at the sight of your eyes growing wide as the driver brings the two of you to a limo.
âInside is stocked with the beverage you had requested,â The driver says. âMr. Beaumont made sure of it himselfâhe wants everything to be to your liking.â He takes yours and Jakeâs bags and brings them to the trunk.
Jake reaches for the door handle and yanks the door open. He graciously bends over in a polite bow as he motions his hand towards the opening of the limo. Giggling at his silliness, you kindly thank him and slide into the limo. Jake slides in after you and shuts the door. As the driver climbs into the front, Jake clears his throat.
âDo you mind if we..â He motions to the open window.
âNot at all, sir.â The driver says.
As the divider rises and clicks into place, Jake pulls you onto his lap and kisses you. âThank you for coming with me.â He says. âI fear this trip would have been rather tres beau with you.â
âWorking on our French, are we?â
âI heard they donât like us speaking it, so letâs just keep it between us.â
âYou sound sexy when you speak French.â
âWell it is the romance language.â
âActually,â You say, placing your index on his lips. âItâs Spanish.â You adjust your position on his lap so that youâre straddling him with each leg on both sides. âHazme el amor, Jacob.â His jaw falls slack and you can feel him growing hard beneath you. âOr..â You lean in close to his ear and whisper, âFais-moi lâamour..â
He chews on his bottom lip and allows his head to drop backwards against the plush leather of the seats. âAt the villa, I promise..â He pulls you in for a kiss when soon turns feverish as he pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. But just because he promised to make love to you at the villa, doesnât mean he wonât have a little bit of fun with you at this moment. Sliding his right hand away from your ass, he moves it to rest between your two bodies and circles your clit over the fabric of your underwear. He silences your moan with another kiss.
The ride to villa seemed rather short when compared to the defiling the two of you did in the back of the limo. He had you in the palm of his hand, both literally and figuratively, the whole ride there. Constantly edging you, and teasing you, all the while whispering dirty things into your ear and finally letting you cum as he keeps your mouth covered, muffling your cries.
A knock comes on the divider as the driver announces your arrival to the villa. Removing yourself from Jakeâs lap, you fix your dress and your hair as he straightens out his clothes. Jake pops the door open and climbs out and holds his hand out for you.
âBonjour!â A maleâs voice calls from the top of the brick stairwell. Heâs dressed in a white linen top, a few buttons undone, accompanied by a pair of matching white linen pants and sandalwood colored loafers. His bushy, white hair covers his head while the same white hairs fill out on his face in a mustache and goatee. âWelcome to my lovely vineyard!â He jogs down the steps and across the lushish, green grass until heâs standing just a few feet away from the both of you. âJacob,â He laughs with outstretched arms. âSo wonderful to see you again, I can assure you that you and your beautiful wife here will have a wonderful stay here.â The two of them hug, sharing a few laughs before pulling apart.
âMr. Beaumont, I would love for you to meet my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.â Jake says as he introduces you to his client.
âOhh, girlfriend.â Mr. Beaumont chuckles. âThe two of you just seem so in love, I thought the knot had already been tied, my apologies.â
You give him a gracious smile and a nod of your head. âItâs alright, Mr. Beaumontâalthough wife does have a nice ring to it.â You say, looking up at Jake and winking. He chuckles and intertwines his hand with yours.
âWell, come come! Let me show you around the property and let the two of you get settled into your room.â
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You werenât sure which part of the whole place you loved more. The lengthy rows of vines with ready to harvest grapes, the giant wine cellar that houses barrels and barrels of aging wine, or the room that was designated to the two of you. Jake couldnât help but whisper to you in the echoey hallway of all the things he plans to do to you once you're both behind closed doors.
âI do hope this room is up to your liking.â Mr. Beaumont says as he leans against the doorframe. âI call it the Loverâs Suit.â
Both you and Jake look at each other and a growing smirk appears on his face.
âWell, make yourselves at home. Catch some sleep if youâd like to. Dinner will be ready at seven, but Iâll be sure to send someone up to wake you should you fall asleep.â
âThank you so much, Mr. Beaumont.â Jake says as they shake hands.
âJacob, please call me Charles. Mr. Beaumont is my fatherâa wise man Iâll admitâbut not quite the man I want to be.â
Jake chuckles. âOf course, Charles. Weâll see you downstairs for dinner.â
Once Charles is gone from the room, Jake locks the door and starts to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way before pulling it out of his pants and slipping it off of his arms. He walks over towards you and pulls you to him. âYou heard him. Let us make ourselves at home, shall we?â
Once fully undressed, he lays you on the bed and presses his body right up against yours, his cock rubbing deliciously over your folds. Resting your legs on his hips, he adjusts himself between you before pushing his cock inside of you. He stays put for a little while, allowing you to adjust around him. Once you have, he slowly begins to move his hips, pulling himself out before pushing back in until thereâs a steady rhythm. He doesnât try to silence you, wanting to hear you voice out loud just how good he makes you feel.
Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of the two of you in the mirror that rests on top of the vanity table on the other side of the room. You loved to watch how fluid his body moved, how his muscles tightened and loosened with each movement. You could see the round curvature of his ass and you bit your lip before turning your head back to look at him. He wore a smirk on his face.
âWe look exquisite, donât we?â He says through labored breaths.
You can feel the familiar warm feeling start to grow within you as your walls fluttered around his cock. He hums with a smile and pushes in a little deeper with a singular roll of his hips sending you both over the edge and into the fiery pits of your orgasms.
He rests his head on your chest as he brings himself down from his high. You can feel his heart racing in his chest. No doubt that he probably feels yours too.
Pulling out, he lays on the bed beside you and draws you in near to him. âHow much do you want to bet that they probably heard us?â He says.
âI donât want to know if they did..â
He chuckles and runs his hand down your spine and back up again.
It didn't take long though for you to fall asleep from the way he soothingly rubs your back and the now calm rhythm of his heart beat. And when you awoke again, it was because of him kissing you as he brushed your hair behind your ear. You groan and turn over onto your back.
âTime to get up.. Dinner will be ready soon.â
Dragging yourself out of bed, you stagger over to your suitcase but Jake clears his throat. âIn the closet..â He says as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. âOne of the maids came in not too long ago and hung everything up. She even took your dress to be steamed.â
âOh.. That was nice..â You reach for your dress and pull it out. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll be ready.â
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âIf you donât mind me prying,â Charles takes a sip of his wine before clearing his throat. âHow long have the two of you been together?â
âNot very long,â Jake responds. âLike six months?â
âOh really?â Charles says, his eyebrows rising in interest. âYou act like youâve been together for a long time.â
âGuess we just fit together well..â Jake smiles at you from across the table.
âHow did you two meet?â
âA photoshoot for a mutual friend. We got to know each other pretty well that day..â He reaches for his wine and takes a sip, but not before giving you a smirk. A light blush paints your cheeks making him chuckle. âI was enamored by her the second I laid eyes on her. Sheâs my muse..â
Charles smiles and leans back in his chair. âMy wife, sheâs the love of my life. We met through a mutual friend as well at a party thrown for the Senatorâs birthday.â
A young maid steps into the room and walks up to Charles before whispering a few things into his ear. He hums in agreement and nods his head.
âIf youâll kindly excuse me, I have some things to tend to. In case I do not see you the rest of the night, I will see you tomorrow.â
With leaving the two of you alone in the dining room, it becomes awfully quiet, save for the clinking of your silverware as you cut another piece of steak. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every movement. When you finally do look at him, he has a wicked grin plastered on his face.
âDare I ask why youâre looking at me like that?â You say as you set your fork down on your plate.
He clears his throat and grabs the cloth napkin to wipe his mouth before setting it back down on the table. He glances at the butler that stands off to the side of the room before looking back at you.
âCome on, I have something to show you.â
He gets up from the table and meets you at the end of it. Interlocking your hands together, he pulls you from the dining room and down the long hall towards the back of the villa.
âI found this when I went exploring..â
âWhen did you go exploring?â
âWhile you were sleeping.â
You pretend to be offended that he would explore the property without you. Though your giggles say otherwise, a smile spreads across his face.
âTrust me, youâll love it.â
He brings the two of you to a wall painted with purple and pink flowers and blue ones scattered in various spots. Running his hands along the detailed wall, he stops in one particular spot and presses his right hand inwards and pushes the wall forward. It opens like a door into a secret passageway that leads to a narrow staircase leading down.
âI donât even think that Charles knows about this area,â Jake says as he swipes away the remaining cobwebs that he had missed on his first exploration through this area. The door closes behind the two of you, engulfing the passageway in darkness. Jake fishes around for his phone and turns on the flashlight. âCome on..â
âJake, where are you taking me?â
âJust trust me, youâre going to love it.â
He continues down the passageway before coming to a stone door. Letting go of your hand, he leans against the door and pushes it open. The sound of the stone moving and scraping against the floor echoes through the empty chamber. You hear him fumbling around the room until a flame illuminates his face. He lights each torch in the room until the orange hues light up the room, making it easier for you to see whatâs inside.
âOh my god..â
âI think whoever owned this propertyâway before Charlesâwas a little kinky..â Jake chuckles.
Mirrors cover each inch of the walls around the room. A stone altar is placed in the middle of the room. Old, rusted looking devices are placed strategically along the surface of it. You shake your head and fold your arms over your chest.
âNo way, am I allowing you to put any of those inside of me.â You say. Jakeâs laughter bounces off of the walls and walks over to you. âItâs not funny.. Those things are covered in cobwebs and rust. Look, I know I'm up to date on my tetanus but thatâs just gross.â
âI never said a word about using those.â Jake says as he walks up to you. âWe donât need those anyways.â He presses his front side to your back side and sways both of your bodies from side to side. âAlthough this isnât exactly why I wanted to bring you down here.â He pulls away from you and takes his phone out of his pocket. âI forgot to grab my camera, so this will have to do.â
âJake, I am not your client.â
âNo, you are not,â He says, shaking his head. âYou are my muse. Thereâs a difference. Now..â He reaches for your hand and guides you over to stand in front of the mirror. âThe reflection tends to show us the truth,â He positions just the way he wants you, facing towards the mirror. âI want you to look into your own eyes and find what your truth is.â
He moves your head slightly closer to the mirror, so your nose is nearly touching the reflective glass. âJust like that.. Perfect..â Placing his phone up to the mirror, he angles it the way he wants it to look. You can hear the sound of the shutter on his phone as he captures the right photos that he wants.
After getting the ones he likes, he repositions so your back is facing the mirror and turns your head so youâre looking at him.
âYou know, if you had a twin, Iâd be screwed.â He says. âOne of you is my weakness but two? Iâd be dead.â A grin breaks out on your face and a giggle leaves your throat. âCandid shots of you are my favorite. Your smile is perfect.â
Pushing away from the wall, he puts his phone into his pocket and lowers himself in front of you. He moves your legs apart and bent your right knee. He pushes your dress up your right thigh. âHold..â Standing back up and stepping away, he looks you over. Stepping back up to you, he reaches for the strap of your dress and pushes it down your shoulder and tilts your head backwards so it's resting against the mirror. He steps away once again, giving you another look over. âI love it..â Retrieving his phone again, he takes a few more photos.
But thatâs all he can do before heâs stuffing his phone back into the pocket of his pants and pressing you into the mirror. He pulls your dress completely up your legs revealing your naked center. He slides his fingers through your folds and sinks them inside of you. A moan escapes your lips and your head falls against the mirror.
âDoes that feel good?â He says as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. No words can form, only another moan as he scrapes his fingers along your walls.
Itâs only been a few hours since the two of you were connected and you find that youâre still sensitive which brings you closer to your orgasm.
âJake.. I need to..â
âDo it..â He breathes into your ear. âSoak my hand..â He pumps his fingers a few more times and soon youâre releasing right into his palm. âSo beautiful..â He kisses behind your ear and works you through your orgasm. The feeling of his lips against your skin and the movements of your fingers has you teetering on the edge of another one but before your second one even comes close, heâs withdrawing his fingers and licking his hand clean.
Taking you away from the mirror, he brings you over to the stone altar and bends you forward, over to the side. Reaching for your head, he turns it to the side so you can see yourself in the mirror, completely submitted to his will. Through the mirror, you can see him drop his pants and stroke his length a few times before lifting your dress back over your hips and lining himself up with your entrance.
Slowly he pushes into you, both of you moaning as he fits himself perfectly inside. His hands find their rightful place on either one of your hips and he holds firm as he begins moving his hips.
âI totally brought you down here to fuck, after catching you watching us through the mirror of the vanity.â He snaps his hips roughly against your ass, plunging himself deeper inside of you, eliciting a small yelp from you. âI will admit though, it does look pretty hot watching us fuck..â
Youâre growing increasingly closer to your second orgasm again. Your walls tighten around his cock as he fucks even deeper inside of you. He slides his right hand from your hip, around to your front side and rubs his middle finger against your clit. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches your eyes roll back into your head and a high pitched moan fall from you.
âCome on baby, I know you need to.. I need toâŠâ Jakeâs breathing becomes labored until he falters. His hips grow stiff and his length inside twitches. âCome on..â He thrusts a few times before heâs finally spilling his warm seed inside of you just in time for you to release your own. He falls against your back, his warm breath cascading across your neck. âThat was amazing..â
Not long after, he pulls himself free of you and straightens back up and pulls you with him. He tilts your head and draws you in for a kiss before turning you around and holding you close. âThese next three days are going to be absolute torture..â
You hum and trace his bottom lip with your index finger. âDonât forget, you get me at night..â You say before kissing him again. âShall we go back to the room? I donât know about you, but now Iâm exhausted..â
Jake chuckles and nods his head. âYeah, letâs go back.â He intertwines your hands together, lacing his fingers through yours and the two of you exit the mirrored room and make your way back through the passage and to the main quarters of the villa.
âStop Bambi, donât push it.â Jakeâs eyes were trained on your face though his head still hung slightly.Â
âYou stop it, tell me who the fuck she was. What did she do huh? Sleep with your brother? Your best friend? What?â Jakeâs hand rose before slamming down on the top of the desk loudly causing you to flinch and lean back slightly.Â
âI. Said. Stop.â He seethed, eyes zoned in on yours. He looked predatory, animalistic and wild in that moment but not in the ways you wanted him to look. Not in a good way. He felt dangerous, unhinged and every nerve ending in your body was sparking and firing and aching to jump away from him and run. âYou donât get to sit here and judge me little deer.â
âIâm not judging you,â you offered in a hushed tone, taking a steadying breath in before reaching out and sliding your hands back under his jacket. One hand rested against his bare chest as the other sat at his side, fingers splayed wide as your thumb rubbed slowly over his chest. âI just want to understand Jake. Please? Please help me understand.âÂ
âI canât.â His eyes pressed shut as you pulled your hands away, bracing yourself to push off the desk.Â
âThen Iâm leaving. If you canât then Iâm leaving and once I do I wonât come back Jake. Not even to work. I canât keep doing thisâŠâ you hated saying it but, without an ultimatum to encourage him to be a little brave, to put his heart out there, you saw no other way. It would continue to get worse, night after night as he pulled you in and cast you out over and over. The truth would be his only saving grace, if heâd give it. Silence became him, and as you waited moment after moment, he simply stayed where he was. Hands braced against the top of the desk on either side of you, head hung with his hair curtaining his face. âFine,â you conceded, scooting yourself forward just a touch as if you were going to slide from your seated position.Â
âI met her my junior year in college.â Had he really spoke? Had that voice come from him? Surely, he was the only other one in the room. But he was just standing there, staring at the ground directly in front of the desk and his voice was so small. So quiet. âShe was a year older than me. We were both majoring in business.âÂ
You stilled, listening intently as he spoke, wishing he would afford a glance up at you. Maybe then he wouldnât sound so defeated. Broken.Â
âI was so in love Bambi, I wouldâve died for her. Sometimes I think I did the night she left.â
âTell me what happened,â you urged, your tone begging as you gently laid one hand over his. âPlease.â
âShe graduated, we moved in together before I finished school. Her dad owned a club so I started working there on weekends, helping him with the business side. But she would get so jealous. Always accusing me of sleeping with the dancers or whatever but I never did. I swear it Bambi I never did.â He shook his head from side to side before sighing heavily. âIt was hard for me to let her in, she always accused me of holding out on her because I had a hard time showing emotion or expressing myself. After I graduated I chose to buy my own club. Small. Just a few dancers. The place was a dump. But I was trying. Lucrative you know? I wanted it to be different not some sleazy cease pool where women have to take their clothes off and beg for money. Real entertainment. A place for men to retreat and enjoy the things they liked without fear of judgment from the next person. I donât know. She was always so jealous of my girls.â His girls. You remembered Savannah telling you how all of the employees were his girls. He always referred to them that way, regarded them as these treasured things not to be bought or held for too long, not to be held captive but wild creatures to be enjoyed in their most free state. Whatever that meant for them. Your hand not resting over Jakes moved up to caress and cup his cheek, further weakening your resolve as the brunette melded into your touch. His head turnt slightly, just enough for his lips to make contact with your palm and press a gentle kiss there.Â
âI offered to let her work there, do payroll or something so she knew I wasnât doing anything behind her back. She shouldâve always known I wasnât doing anything. Fuck. I loved her so much. I wanted to propose you know? Build the business and give her a life she could enjoy but she didnât want to work with me. I donât think she ever wanted us to work at all. I thought she started dancing at a competing strip club. Itâs just business Jake. I have school loans to pay back Jake.â You curled your fingers around his, holding tightly as you pulled his hand from the desk and held it in your lap. You watched him study where the two of you met, his large hand moving to envelope yours as they both rested against the soft, smooth satin of your dress.Â
âThought?â You willed him to continue, squeezing at his hand gently.Â
âYeah. Thought. She wasnât. She was just fucking some dude she met there when some of her friends took her out. I couldnât compete you know? He was made of money, bred right into it without a single care in the world. And I was willing to just look over that. Let her have her fun or whatever as long as she came home to me at night. But I was so fucking tore up that she would accuse me of that shit while doing it all the same. Night after night sheâd roll in later and later, hell some nights heâd pick her up at the house with me standing right there. And sheâd just smile like I should take it on the chin. Accept it for what it was. And then after a while I just couldnât. It wasnât fair, I was so invested and she wasnât and I told her. Itâs me or him. Because I thoughtâŠâ he trailed off and let out a shaky breath. âI thought sheâd choose me. And she looked me in the eye and she laughed, after I told her. You have to choose which one of us it is, but I want to build this life with you. She laughed Bambi. Right in my face she laughed and she said âwhat is it you think you can give me that he canât?â And I told her. Iâd love her forever. Pledge my undying reverence to her sexually and spiritually. Give her whatever she needed. But she walked away laughing. I wasnât good enough. Rich enough. Smart enough. She said I made her feel suffocated. Caged in. And she just disappeared.â You lent forward and rested your head against his temple as you sat in his silence, trying to make sense of the tale he was telling. How could anyone just walk away from him like that?
Oh. Thatâs why it was such a big deal to him that Daniel had made you feel like you werenât enough.Â
âI met Vance shortly after that, and he invested in the club I had bought and helped me turn it around and make it something of a profit.âÂ
âAnd Savannah?â Why did you even care where the hell she fit into all of it?Â
âShe was one of my girls. From the start. She watched me fall apart and in some weird way she was there to help me put myself back together again. Encouraging me to stop being a cry baby and just do what I needed to do. I donât remember when we started sleeping together, just that it became part of our business relationship. A means to an end. A cure for the overwhelming sense of frustration and stress running a business bringsâŠshe took care of my needs as long as I took care of hers. Paid her well. Treated her like a partner in business even though we both knew she wasnât.âÂ
âAnyway,â he sighed, standing up straight but keeping his eyes downcast, watching your hand and his as your thumb caressed over his skin. âThat was six years ago and I havenâtâŠthere hasnât been anyone. Since then. I mean thereâs been plenty of women, just not like that. Until you walked in and I. Iâm not sure what happened Bambi but all I could think about was taking you home and making you the happiest little deer. It broke my heart just considering it. I couldnât bring myself to try toâŠI canât do that. I canât give you anything really. I donât want to make anyone feel like a caged animal. So you have your fun. And I have my fun. As long as you know youâre my girl and you just. If you donât want that you just tell me that so I can stop seeing it that way.âÂ
âI donât want that, Jake.â You sighed heavily, your head hanging now as he tensed and released your hand before taking a step back.Â
âIâm not a half in kind of person. If you want me you want all of me and you give me all of you. There is no having fun with other people like that. If Iâm yours Iâm only yours but it has to go both ways. Donât you get it?âÂ
âNo,â he croaked out, rooted to the spot where he was standing. His hands flailed as he tried to make sense now of what you were saying before they came up to run through his hair and over his face as he huffed out. âI canât do that.âÂ
âOkay. Then tell me Iâm not worth it.â You met his stare as you crossed your arms over your chest.Â
âWhat?!âÂ
âTell me Iâm not worth you doing that. Tell me Iâm not worth taking the risk. Letting me in. Tell me Iâm not worth it.âÂ
âShut up Bambi.âÂ
âNo Jake say it or stop being so damn scared and tell me Iâm only yo-.â His lips caught yours before you could finish, his hands grabbing your face and holding you in place as he kissed and licked at your mouth. You grabbed at the lapels of his jacket, pulling him in closer as you slid to the edge of the desk, feverishly returning his kisses as his hands ghosted over your jaw to your neck and then shoulders.Â
âYouâre mine,â he spoke between kissing you, swiping his tongue out and over your bottom lip. âIâm yours if youâre mine,â another kiss pressed to your lips before he sucked your lower lip in and bit it causing you to whimper. âSay it,â his face fell then to the crook of your neck, nuzzling there against the skin as he offered open mouth kisses to the area. His hands caressed and stroked the exposed skin of your upper back and shoulders, finding their way to the zipper of your dress and tugging it down slow and gentle as your head tipped back.Â
âIâm yours,â you panted, your hands blindly finding the buttons on his shirt and undoing them.Â
âAgain,â he growled, yanking the material of the top of the dress down now that he had it unzipped. He connected his mouth back to your neck and sucked gently.Â
âYours,â you offered breathlessly, Jakes hands finding your breasts and palming them, massaging into the skin as you untucked his shirt and finished unbuttoning it. You worked at his suit pants next, pushing the button through the eyelet and unzipping them hastily as his mouth worked its way up your neck to your ear.Â
âMine,â he growled out, biting and sucking at your earlobe as one hand moved from your chest around to your back as he pulled you from the edge of the desk so you stood in front of him. The silky material of the dress slid from your body now that it was unzipped and pooled at your feet as your hands pushed the material of Jakes suit pants down over his hips.Â
âYours Jake. And youâre mine?â A question spoken into the air around you as he released your ear and pulled back enough to stare into your eyes.Â
âYours. Yes,â and then his lips were on yours again, his tongue licking into your mouth and swirling around with yours in a passionate kiss as he helped you push his pants far enough down that he could kick them off after toeing his shoes off. âTurn around,â he ordered, waiting until you had before pushing you over his desk.Â
âWeâve been here before Mr. Kiszka,â you breathed, resting on your forearms as he dropped to his knees and grasped at the sides of your underwear and began pulling them down over your hips and ass.Â
âI was angry then. So were you.â His voice was low and raspy as he pressed kiss after kiss to the small of your back, down over the back of your hip to the back of your thighs. Instinctively, you stepped your legs apart further to allow him access to pull his tongue through your folds from behind you.
âOh fuck,â you whimpered, your chest dropping to the desk as he repeated his action before standing abruptly and pulling you upright. Jake spun you around, lifted you by the waist and sat you atop his desk again before pushing you to lay back as he stood between your legs.Â
âWanna make you feel good Bambi,â he sighed before leaning over and kissing your hip and then the other. Jake moved lower then, pressing his lips against your mound and then using his hands to spread you wide open for him. He took a final look up at you, a devious smirk on his lips before he snaked the tip of his tongue out and circled it around your clit.Â
âOh,â you moaned, your back arching as he suctioned his lips around the swollen and sensitive bud. âDonât stop Jake, please.â As if you really needed to beg, Jake licked and lapped, sucking at your clit and nipping at the plump bud to elicit a response from you. Each time he did you would cry out, begging him for more as you writhed and moaned.Â
âYou wanna cum for me Bambi?â He taunted, teasing your entrance with his middle digit as he offered gentle laps of his tongue against your clit. He was such a fucking tease.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered as he pumped his finger into you a time or two before adding a second while his tongue flicked against your clit before rolling over it. Jake pushed his fingers in past his second knuckle before curling them back toward himself, causing you to roll your hips down as you cried out. âMore Jake. Please, more.â He used a tapping motion, fingers curling back rapidly as they pressed into that spot deep within you as his tongue moved over your clit in several motions untilâŠwas he fucking making the shape of letters? You couldnât even concentrate, your impending orgasm building and dizzying you as your walls fluttered and clenched. You were sure he was spelling out âmineâ with his tongue as he drove you to the edge.Â
âMine.â He growled before sucking your clit between his lips just as your back arched off the desk and you moaned loudly as your orgasm washed over you.Â
âJake, Jake, Jake sir. Jake.â You chanted as you rode out your high, whimpering and whining as you slowly came down. He gave you a moment of reprieve before pulling you up by your hands and moving so you slid off the desk onto your feet.Â
âMy girl, my girl,â he cooed, cupping your cheeks and kissing you slow and sensual before turning you towards the sofa and leading you to it. âI want to fuck you while I watch in the mirror,â he hushed into your ear as he guided you to get on your knees on the couch, the mirror hanging directly behind it was large with an ornate gold frame. You braced your hands against the wall, watching in the mirror as Jake pushed his boxer briefs down over his thighs until they fell to the floor and then stepped out of them. Making eye contact with you in the mirror, he smirked as he fisted his hardening cock and pulled along his length. Coming up to press against your back, you could feel his hand tugging over himself as Jake bit into your shoulder and then your neck.Â
âWh-when did you put this mirror up?â As if that even mattered, but it hadnât been there the last time youâd been in his office.Â
âYesterdayâŠ.just for this,â he sounded winded as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back to him, his hand coming down to smack gently at your inner thighs so youâd spread them further for him. âJust so I could see that pretty face while I fuck you,â he groaned, bending at the knee just enough to push the pillowy head of his cock through your folds. When the tip caught on your clit he pushed a little harder before dragging his length back, coating his dick in your slick arousal as you whined in response.Â
âJake,â you sighed, pushing your ass back more. âStop teasing.âÂ
âWhy Bambi? Does she need me that bad? Want me to fill her up and stretch her until sheâs perfectly snug around my cock?â He rasped against your ear, his voice husky and low as he taunted you with the tip of his dick.Â
âYes,â you whined, turning your head to look back at him. Pressing his lips to yours, he nudged the head of his dick against your entrance before pushing in slowly. Burying himself to the hilt, he broke the kiss and took hold of your chin to direct you to look in the mirror again.Â
âLook at youâŠlook at usâŠâ he looked at you through the mirror as he pulled completely out before pushing back into you with a sharp thrust, smirking as he watched your face change and your eyes widen. âMy pretty deerâŠso wet for me babyâŠyou fit me like a glove you know.â He kept a tight hold on your chin so you wouldnât look away from the mirror as he pumped into you, his face mimicking yours as his free hand gripped at your hip to steady himself.Â
âJake,â you panted, biting into your lower lip as you fought to keep your eyes open. âHarder, please.â Who would he be to deny your request? Jake wasnât in the business of dissatisfying you, not tonight anyway, so he fulfilled your wish of pounding into your harder and faster. His hand fell from holding your chin, covering your hand where it sat against the wall in an act to keep you from going flying forward with each thrust. His fingers laced between yours before pulling your arm up and around his neck where he released your hand.Â
âHold me closeâŠdonât let go,â he secreted against your ear, his words panting out of him as you pushed back against his forward thrust. He moved his hand around to cover yours still against the wall and pulled it away. âTrust me.â It was like he was asking for more than trust in that moment, his movements deepening as he thrust into you with just as much force but slower, deeper, more brutal in a way and causing you to moan out a high pitched wail of a noise youâd yet to make for him. He mimicked this noise, excitement covering his face as you made eye contact in the mirror again. Your face was flushed, pinking with the blush of being mocked and aroused as he dipped in and sucked along your shoulder-eyes still trained up at the mirror and you. Â
âJake,â you breathed, curling your hand around the back of his neck and trying to pull him closer as if that were possible at all.Â
âWhat baby? What is it you need?â
âJust you,â you whimpered, crying out as he thrust into you painfully deep. âFuckâŠIâm so close.âÂ
âI know,â he agreed, his mouth trailing along your neck and to your jaw before he reached up and turned your face enough to kiss you again before saying âI can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight.âÂ
Without warning, Jake pulled out and moved to sit on the couch before pulling you to straddle his legs. With your back against his chest, you let your legs fall to either side of his as he pushed back into you slowly. âYouâre doing so good little deer,â he cooed in your ear, his arm snaking its way under your thigh as he pulled you back against him closer and his fingers found your clit and began pressing enough pressure against it as he made slow circles against it. âTaking me so well, look at you. Positively breathtaking.â His sweet words were a harsh contrast to the filthy way he was fucking you and playing with you. âSoak my cock so I can fuck your throat,â he exhaled, losing himself to the feeling as your walls fluttered and clenched around him. His upward thrusts became sporadic and faltered, you could feel his cock pulsing inside you as you came undone there on his lap. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, your eyes pressing tightly shut as you cried out his name.Â
Jake held you tightly against him for a beat as he let you settle into the warmth of the orgasm before pulling out of you and forcing you to your knees in front of him in one swift motion. Eagerly, your mouth dropped open for him as his hand cradled the crown of your head and guided you forward as he pushed his cock past your lips and rocked forward as his length slipped along your tongue until the pillowy head of his cock was nudging the back of your throat. Hollowing out your cheeks, you suctioned your lips around the velvety smooth skin as he haphazardly rocked his hips forward and back and the shaft of his dick glided against your tongue. Each rock forward saw the head of his dick sliding further into your throat as you fought against the reflexive need to gag, your throat constricting around him as he rutted forward a final time before spilling down your throat, whimpering as he released. A shaky sigh escaped him as he fought to control his pounding heart, grabbing hold of your chin tightly as he pulled himself from the wet warmth of your mouth before leaning in and kissing you with force as his tongue licked between your lips and into your mouth.Â
âCâmon,â he breathed after several long moments of kissing you. âIâll help you back into your dress.âÂ
He stood and offered his hand to you, helping you off your knees. He held you close to him briefly as your legs regained their strength before releasing you and padding across the room to where your clothes had been discarded. Hurriedly, he shoved his feet into the legs of his boxers and pulled them on, following that with his suit pants as he watched you search for your panties.Â
âWhere the hell are my-.â You cut yourself off as you glanced to Jake, the lace garment hanging from his pointer digit as he held it out to you. You stepped over and grabbed for it just for him to pull it back with a smirk before shoving the underwear in his pant pocket.Â
âMine now,â he chuckled, watching you scowl as he pushed his arms into the sleeves of his shirt and began to re-situate himself. With a roll of your eyes you moved back and stepped into your dress, pulling it up and turning as Jake approached so he could zip you up. Moments later, both of you dressed back up as if nothing had happened, you stood in front of the couch facing the mirror attempting to smooth down your hair.Â
âNo ones gonna know Bambi,â Jake sighed, standing behind you as he leant in and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. âCmon. We have guests to entertain.âÂ
âYou. You have guests to entertain. Iâm simply here to look pretty,â you joked as he took your hand and led you from his office.
 You both made it out into the main area of the club without incident but, the second you filtered into the room and noticed how packed the place had become you couldnât help but grimace. Your eyes scanned the crowd for Josh or Sam, settling near the bar where you found Sam laughing as he spoke with Daniel. In the weeks since ending things with him youâd managed to swallow down the little bit of anger you held for him, so seeing him now would be no big deal. Would be. Assuming, of course, he had come alone or with a random date. You couldnât get so lucky, that much you knew. For as he turned, looking stunning in his burgundy suit, you noticed Savannah situated next to him with her arm looped around his. Her dress, matching in color to his suit, was the exact style you wore and briefly you pictured her following you around the dress shop just to purchase the same dress you had.Â
Rationale had left the building in that instance and you had to shake the thoughts away as Jake gripped you tighter and pulled you into his side.Â
âYou okay?â He rasped, following your eyesight and huffing out a low groan as he realized who you were staring at. âHeyâŠitâs okay, yeah? She isnât going to bother you, especially not while Iâm by your side.âÂ
You gave a nod and tucked yourself closer to him, letting him guide you toward the opposite end of the bar. As you both approached, Jake grabbed two glasses of what you assumed was champagne and handed one off to you. You downed it in a single drink, looking only slightly guilty when he caught your eyes after realizing your glass was already empty.Â
âOkayâŠmaybe we stick with water the rest of the night?â He moved around the bar and got you a tall glass of ice water. âIâd like you to remember the rest of tonight little deer.âÂ
âSorry,â you sighed, taking the glass and leaning back against the bar as the two of you were approached by Vance Green and one of his colleagues. You engaged in light conversation, only interjecting here and there when appropriate until Daniel appeared next to you.Â
âHey Bambi⊠you look lovely tonight,â he offered sweetly before shaking Jakes hand, followed by the other men currently standing with you. Jake introduced Daniel to the guy he didnât know as you only partially listened before excusing yourself to the restroom. You werenât sure how long you were expected to stay but you did know Jake wouldnât be able to duck out early, youâd either have to stick around all night or risk going home without him. After your newfound confidence in whatever it was the two of you had going on, youâd hoped to end the night with him.Â
Perhaps that was how you found yourself slowly milling through the hall once youâd used the restroom, too anxious to quickly return to his side yet too eager to be with him to leave for the night. Your fucked out state did nothing for the clarity you craved on what to do, so spending a few extra moments to make your way back to Jacob seemed the best option. Seemed.Â
Rounding the corner from the hall into the main room, people mingling and laughing as others were in deep conversation, you realized Jake wasnât where youâd left him near the bar. You scanned the room as you came to a standstill, tipping up onto your toes before catching sight of where he sat in the same corner heâd sat with you in that first night. Next to him, Savannah was sat with her body turned toward his speaking animatedly with her hands. You took note of the way he was casually slouched back into the cushions, one arm out over the back of the sofa and his legs spread wide as he listened to whatever she may be saying to him. Too far away to discern if he was interested in her words or not, you frowned before shuffling your feet toward where he sat. As you crossed the room, you made sure to keep your eyesight on the pair. And maybe to an outsider it would seem you didnât trust Jake but you knew it to be false. The possessive nature he had taken on when claiming you as his was enough to tell you he wasnât the one you needed to worry over.Â
âHey Bambi,â a hand cupped your elbow as a tall figure stepped in front of you and halted your steps. âCan we talk for a moment?â Daniel. His warm brown eyes peered into yours as he bent his knees enough to hold eye contact with you. âPlease?â
âUm. Sure if you wanna come talk to Jake with me,â you offered, pulling away from him and stepping around where he stood as you strode over to Jake. You could hear him following closely behind you as you made it to where Jake was sat half listening to Savannah, his attention being pulled away from her the second you caught his eye.Â
âHi,â he breathed, eyes wide like heâd been caught doing something he shouldnât have been. Unsure of whether youâd be angry he was talking with her or not, but it seemed obvious to you it had been just that-talking.Â
âHi,â you offered back as he pulled you down onto his lap and you watched as Daniel followed the line of the sofa down to sit next to Savannah.Â
âSavannah here was just telling me,â Jake spoke before pressing a kiss to a spot just under your ear, his hand brushing your hair back over your shoulder so he could nudge his nose against your neck after as he inhaled deeply. âAll the reasons why she should have her job back. Huh, Savannah?â He hadnât even bothered to look back at her, his display of affection toward you both endearing and out of character as you stared directly at Savannah.Â
âI just, I think itâs in everyoneâs best interest really,â she offered, unable to hide the annoyance on her face as Jake hadnât even turned to look back at her again. âYou know how much work the paperwork and payroll areâŠâ she directed her comment toward Jake who, despite himself, turned to study Savannahâs face and then past her to meet Danielâs eyes.Â
âI do, I also know how important the safety of my girls is. And you know how wrong it was to give anyoneâs schedule out. Regardless of to who.â His eyebrows were raised as if to challenge her to have any type of comeback. But you knew she wouldnât. She knew her place, despite it all.Â
âI asked for it, isnât that enough to absolve her of some of the wrong doing? I didnât think youâd mind Jake,â Daniel spoke, straightening the lapels on his jacket as he watched you. You could feel Jakeâs hand tight itâs grasp over your hip, his body tensing momentarily.Â
âLetâs not rehash this, least we end up saying things we regret.â Jake bit out, tapping your leg to stand so he could get up. Before you could, Savannah was reaching out with her hand circling his forearm.Â
âJake.â You watched him bare his teeth before she continued. âSir. Please? I made a mistake. Iâd be remiss to do the same a second time. Let me prove that to you.â Oh. She was playing on the things he liked, you could tell with the way she had said sir. The sultry purr of the rest of her statement as she batted her eyes at him.Â
You held your breath, sure heâd fall right into it without question.Â
âPlease,â she pled further, Daniel watching expectantly as Jake shifted you in his lap before reaching his hand up and cupping your jaw. He pulled your face close, staring into your eyes before offering you the sweetest kiss and you werenât sure if it was a genuine moment or him putting on a show for her.Â
âWhat do you think baby?â That was what he said, right? Baby. Not Bambi. But baby. âShould we weigh the pros and cons?âÂ
âI donât see any pros,â you shrugged, glancing over to the matching pair as Daniel watched Jake lean in and kiss the corner of your mouth.Â
âNo? What about freeing up my time?âÂ
âOkay thatâs a pro. What about encouraging stalking?âÂ
âWell thatâs a con,â Jake mused as Daniel scoffed in protest.Â
âI didnât stalk Bambi, cmon. She shouldnât have given me your schedule, I admit. I just wanted to see you more, get to know you and I realize I went about it the wrong way. I apologize for that fully.â Danny sighed heavily, his words hushed so they stayed between the four of you.Â
âYou know what I think?â Jake spoke to them but looked at you, one finger twirling a lock of your hair around it. âI think I can give you another chance.â
âJake thank-.âÂ
âBut. If this one here is unhappy at all,â he nodded to you before finally looking in Savannahâs direction. âI wont hesitate to kick you out flat on your ass.âÂ
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