Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Oh, mother, did Anna just take a look at the pinnacle of perfection? The light brown, sun-kissed coloration that Jerome had in some way highlighted the rippling, utterly drool-worthy abdominal muscles that he possessed. Six-pack be damned. The man sported a six-pack of abs. And excellent pecs as well, with just the appropriate amount of hair strewn around around the dark, flat nipples.

The exquisite line of hair that trailed seductively downward and broke at the depth of Jerome's inverted navel was, without a doubt, the most alluring characteristic that Jerome possessed up to this point. It then proceeded lower till it vanished into his jeans, providing her with a road map to sin and feeling that she couldn't wait to investigate.

The sensation of excitement spread to each and every nerve ending in her body as heat gathered between her legs. She was damp, but not because it had rained recently. Wet from the desire to have. A need that had been building up in her since she'd first met Jerome a week prior, but which had never been satisfied in its whole or to its full potential.

Her eyes traveled up that tempting strand of hair in a long, deliberate motion. She commanded, "Complete," even though the tone of her voice was noticeably more impacted than she would have preferred it to be.

He replied, "Whatever you want," as he reached for the button at the top of his jeans.

"Remember that," she remarked, realizing that at this pace, the list of desires was going to have a good chance of being a long one. She desired, desired, and desired. After that, I desired some more. On top. In the lower part. Sitting. Standing. But not quite yet. Not until he has put her through as much pain as she has put him through. Not until the scoreboard was completely accurate and balanced.

While she waited breathlessly for everything to be disclosed, the zipper on his jeans began to slide down. Unfortuitously, he diverted his path for a moment, leaning down and removing his shoes and socks in the process. She reluctantly acknowledged that it had to be done, but she was getting restless for her prize, which was a good look at Jerome in his natural state.

When the denim was finally able to slide down of his long limbs, the boxers did the same thing. They disappeared in a swift movement, exposing sinfully flawless flesh and leaving little behind save the bare necessities of male perfection. Jerome stood in front of her, his cock protruding forward and his entire six foot plus inches of taut, delectable muscle — the kind of physique that came from devoting countless hours in the gym.

Anna deliberated while clenching her bottom lip. Crawl straight up to him and give him a lick, or stand up and give him a great visual walk around while you check out that tight ass of his that is now naked. He had the right to wait for her to finish speaking. Sadly, this meant that she had to hold back as well.

After getting to her feet, she moved fast to be behind him. He made a move to turn around. Anna put her hands on his hips. "Don't even bother to consider it. Right now, I'm hosting my own show.

"If you were naked as well, we'd both have a better time with this."

She mumbled, "I'm enjoying myself just fine," as she ran one palm over the contour of one firm butt cheek. "I'm having a great time." Oh my god, that was enjoyable. Tight. Muscular. Her mind raced with more images, including him on top of her, a mirror above them, and a breathtaking perspective of his body as he pumped blood into her. Her body was desperate for gratification, and her sex was tense. She decided to settle for more exploration, palming the other cheek of that fine ass, and then sliding her hands over the back of his upper thighs. She was satisfied with this.

She purred, "You are enjoying yourself, Jerome," as she scooted closer to him with her fingertips skimming his waist, teasing low on his stomach, and tormenting him with how close her hands were to his erection. "You are enjoying yourself," she said. "You are enjoying yourself." "Aren't you?" Her fangs grazed across his shoulder as she bit him.

As a response, he said, his voice cracking with desperation, "You're killing me and you know it."

“Am I?” Anna questioned him in a tone that portrayed her as innocent while she removed her hands from his stomach and turned to face him. While she steadfastly refused to look at his cock, her eyes remained fixed on his. "How can I help you feel better?" is a question that's often asked.

"Take off all of your clothes." It was a directive, after all.

“No.” She flashed a sultry smile at him. "However, I am confident that I can satisfy your requirements in some other way."

She took a step forward and moved his stiff length to her immediate left, being careful not to contact it with any part of her body while she did so. She slipped one hand through the brown hair that was scattered across his chest.

He made a grab at her, but she pushed him away with a punch. “No. Don't make me tie you up. I have no doubt that you have the means necessary right here in this fortified enclave."

She used her fingernail to irritate the cut on his nipple. As Jerome sucked in a delicate breath and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes that were filled with passion, he resolved to exact revenge on her. "At a later time, I'm going to make you pay for this."

Something gave her the impression that she would take pleasure in paying the consequences of her actions, but she kept this information to herself.

That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of you, considering that you're the one who got us into this situation in the first place.

"I have never once asserted that I am a gentleman, have I?"

Her mouth became a pout. She nodded in agreement as her fingers traced the sculpted features of his chest before moving gently to caress his stomach and brush the dark hair in the area around his hips. "That's right," she said. "I see what you mean." "But again, I'm not exactly the girl next door either," she said. "But then again..."

He accused her of being "more of an ice princess."

Her eyebrows furrowed in response to the accusation, and she moved her hand quickly as she issued the punishment by wrapping her palm securely around his cock. She probed his length and teased his head while demanding to know, "Does this feel like ice?" She did this while spreading the drop of moisture there around the smooth tip.

He managed to get a retort in despite the fact that a low murmur of pleasure flowed out of his opened lips. "Darling, we are both aware that you have no compassion in your heart. Otherwise you'd let me touch you."

She pushed herself up onto her toes while her fingers continued to work on his cock and her lips took a breath from his mouth. It won't turn my stomach to see you get what you deserve for your wicked behavior. Simply put, allowing me to manage the situation makes you feel vulnerable, and you don't enjoy feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t feel exposed at all,” he said swiftly, a flippant edge to his voice. "Perhaps you are the one who does it. It's possible that this is the reason you're reluctant to let me touch you.

Anna recoiled in surprise and glared at him as his comments touched an unanticipatedly sensitive nerve, which she did not appreciate in the least. It appeared as though he was aware that he was correct, and his attitude was one of subtle mockery. She fell to her knees as a result of her intense desire to remove that hot and smartass look from his incredibly attractive face. She would demonstrate command to him.

She leaned back on her heels and wrapped her fingers around the foundation of Jerome's erection as she relaxed. Bringing the velvety tip of his cock close to her mouth, causing her breath to get agitated while also causing her chin to tilt higher and her eyes to find his. Who exactly is in charge here?

The suspense had caused his lips to become thin, and his entire body was stiff. He spoke softly, his voice cracking slightly as he added, "You do, caria." "I have never contradicted myself."

Although not directly, he had inferred his own power over the situation. After she had her way with his erection, she refused to give him any more satisfaction. “Yes.” The first word was sharp, and the remainder of what she said was an explanation for her behavior. "You did."

He said this between tight teeth, "If you didn't have control, I would have my hands in your hair right now, pushing your mouth back to my cock." But heed this warning. He paused, quite obviously to allow the significance of what he had just said to sink in. "If you tease me too much, I might end up taking more than just control of the situation."

His statements provoked anger while also providing intellectual stimulation. This man was an impossibility in every way. At this stage, the vast majority of males would beg. He issued orders, demands, and threats to take her into custody. And despite his attitude and the fact that he resisted her demand, he made her feel quite attracted to him. She was aware of the trembling in her thighs as well as the ache in her sex organs.

The jerk, to be sure. He had no chance of winning. Before this was over, he would have to beg.

Anna slid her tongue down his length, licking him with long, tease-filled caresses as she watched him watch her, his eyes arousing her need due to the hunger that was evident in his sight. She worked him over with her tongue, caressing him over and over again while trying everything she could to prevent herself from taking him all the way into her mouth. Jerome did not touch her and did not ask for what she knew he wanted...what she wanted—for her to take all of him. Despite this, he showed restraint and did not ask for what she wanted.

After some time, she gave in to her own desires and sucked him into her lips, taking pleasure in the sound of his breath entering her ear. And despite the fact that she was interested in observing the need in his features, she found herself preoccupied with tasting him instead. As she began to suckle him thoroughly, with the intention of experiencing the joy that comes from delivering pleasure, her lashes landed on her cheeks. Her nipples were in pain, and her clitch was throbbing. She longed for him to put his hands on her. In spite of this, he did not. She was aggravated by his ability to control himself.

She was dead set on driving him over the edge, so she sucked him deeper into her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft as she did so. Even as Anna's mouth moved back and forth, she continued to pump her fist. It felt like his hips were working against her hand. She palmed his ass and used it as an anchor for her body as he drove more forcefully and more quickly. She was able to detect the briny evidence of how close he was to being set free. So close. She was overcome with contentment, which compelled her to coax him farther into his zone of pleasure. She explored every nook and cranny of his ass by running her fingers along the cracks and crevices with her fingers.

The moment that Jerome's hands went into Anna's hair, as if he feared that she would stop working him or tasting him, was the moment that success came to Anna. Instead of pushing his hands away as she might have done a few minutes earlier, she did not. She was hoping that he would show up. They were curious as to whether or not she had managed to win over this influential man. She nursed him all the way through. He was hers now, yet he was lost to passion and to the fact that she had taken control away from him. Oh, how much pleasure it brought her! She was victorious the moment he touched her head, the moment he started to cling to the idea of letting go.

But just as she believed she had won, Jerome pounced on her and shocked her, catching her completely off guard. It was a swift and forceful motion on his part, but he managed to extricate himself from her grasp. Before she even realized what was happening, he had knelt down, lifted her up, and carried her as though she weighed nothing. She could either let her legs dangle or she could wrap them around his body, which is what she did. Ultimately, she chose the latter option. His hands became entangled in her hair as it was beginning to become dry, his lips claimed hers, and his tongue set her ablaze, snatching her protests with its perfect combination of sourness and sweetness. Everything in her life seems to dissolve into that one instant, into Jerome's kiss, and into his body.