Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) (12 page)

As we finished our meal, Blake suggested that we go into his media room and watch something. It was only ten, so not all that late, and besides, we’d have plenty of time to sleep later. There were more pressing matters to deal with.

CHAPTER NINE

Blake

Things had been different ever since I made my deal with Penelope. She wasn’t the typical type of woman I knew, and I wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or not. I knew she liked me, I could tell, but she was still a mystery to me, as were the things she did to me. All of the other women I’d been with had been very vocal in how they felt about me and asked me to do things for them. Penelope wasn’t like that. She didn’t hang on me, didn’t ask me for new jewelry, didn’t try to hop on me in public and ride me like Seabiscuit. She was more reserved and didn’t seem to need that constant attention that usually drove me away. That was something worth exploring, in more ways than one.

She and I walked out of the dining room and to my media room, which was dark, enclosed, and more than comfortable. Leather recliners and couches lined the leveled steps that were perfectly aligned so nobody in front of you would ever obstruct your view, no matter how tall they were. I should know, as Jamal Herman, the seven-foot-five basketball star, had been in here more than once. I sat behind his tall ass and never had any problems at all. This room was an engineering marvel that could rival the Great Pyramid.

I flipped a switch as we walked in and the faint scent of buttered popcorn drifted out of the vents. A soda machine and candy display held everything imaginable to make you feel that you were at the theatres without all the hassle of annoying patrons.

I walked up to the top row with Penelope right behind me before grabbing my touch-screen universal remote and sorting through a compendium of movies that I had collected over the years. I had almost everything imaginable, and I was even sent new releases that weren’t yet in theatres from time to time just for being me. Being a billionaire has its perks, all right.

“
What genre do you prefer?” I asked.

“
I’m okay with anything, really. It doesn’t matter,” she said.

I scrolled through the pages upon pages of movies and settled on some horror flick that had just come out in theatres last week. It looked like a budget flick, the whole indie style, but sometimes those are the best ones after all.

The lights dimmed and my projector started to stream the movie in the highest definition on the market today. It almost made you feel like there was actual blood squirting all over you, and not just on the screen.

As we both sat on the black leather couch, I wrapped my arm around Penelope and pulled her in a little closer. She snuggled up to me, her left hand on my chest, and I saw her eyes widen while she watched the movie. Whenever something jumped out she jumped a little herself, before catching herself and trying to stay strong. She was so cute.

I didn’t pay much attention to the movie, as I had too much on my mind. My company’s board of directors wanted us to merge with that other corporation to make some mega one, but I knew it was a bad idea. Why would we do that, especially when we were still expanding at a magnificent rate? It seemed like mergers were either for when you’re just starting out and have no bargaining chips, or when your business has gone so downhill that you need that defibrillator to keep you and your business alive. We were in neither of those situations, and I wasn’t going to allow them to throw away everything I had built. I had worked too hard to let it all go down the toilet.

The other thing I was thinking about was attached to me literally at the hip right now. I didn’t get into this arrangement to actually start liking her. This was all about me keeping my ass out of trouble and keeping myself from losing it all through a lawsuit because I was too stupid and needed to get my dick wet. I’d date her for a little while, buy her a few things to keep the stew sweet, and then as time wore on I’d break up with her and things would go back to the way they were before. Sure, it might sting a little on my end, but it was what needed to be done. If I had to lead her to believe things were kosher and we were something we weren’t, then fine. I didn’t want to hurt her, but then again I didn’t value her above my company. After what was done to me those years ago, I’d never value another woman higher than my company or own personal achievements. Never again would I be so blind.

I felt like I had been sitting on that couch for hours before the movie finally ended and the gore fest was over. I clicked a few buttons on my remote and turned off the projector as the lights came back on.

“
That was a really good movie. I wasn’t even scared,” Penelope said.

“
Then how come you jumped and gasped a few times?” I asked.

“
Did not,” she replied, as she got up off the couch.

“
Did so,” I replied.

“
Nope,” she said, crossing her arms.

“
I caught you,” I said, as I stood up and tossed the remote down onto the couch.

“
Doubtful,” she replied.

“
You have a feisty side, don’t you?” I asked, as I grabbed her hips.

“
I may not be a Latina, but I have some spice in me,” she replied.

I could easily tell she was trying not to smile, as she looked away so she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of looking me in the eyes. It was hard sometimes when we had moments like this. I wanted to be a little more cold and reserved, but sometimes you just can’t help yourself no matter who you are or want to be. Sometimes you lose yourself in life’s little moments and can’t hold back.

I leaned in before she quickly turned and matched her lips with mine, as if she were waiting for it all along. With our eyes shut, I felt her hands run up and down my body as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in closer. I gripped her hips like I was clinging for dear life before she pulled her head back like she was motioning for me to suck on her neck. I did without her even saying a word, and I could feel her blood course through her arteries like a hungry vampire as she moaned my name.

“
Blake,” she moaned, the same way she did the first night I slept with her.

I gently bit her neck, not hard enough to leave a mark or break skin, but hard enough to make her know I was there and I could dig my incisors into her at any moment. My cock grew larger in my jeans as I reached around and gently grabbed her ass, slapping it hard in the same place I had slapped it that first night. She jumped a little before giggling like a little schoolgirl being punished by her teacher.

“
Fuck me,” she moaned.

“
I don’t think you could handle it again,” I said.

“
I can handle all those eight inches like a fucking champ,” she whispered.

“
Are you sure about that?” I asked.

“
If you don’t take me to that little room of yours right now I’m going to push you down and ride you until your dick goes numb,” she said.

I grabbed her hand and with super-speed whisked her up to my library, whose books held more stories than just the words inside. I pulled the secret book, unlocked the door, and took her upstairs.

We’ll see who goes numb, Penelope.

CHAPTER TEN

Penelope

I had never been ravaged the way Blake ravaged me. He was like a hungry, insatiable animal that could never be calmed. I met a familiar sight when he took me up to his little room for another night of lust and fun. The room was in order exactly the same way as when I first came in here, even though Blake and I had made it a little messy after our first encounter.

He squeezed my ass hard as we walked over to the bed, which was perfectly made without even the slightest wrinkle in the sheets. I turned around, his hand never leaving my ass, and he pushed me back on the bed before I could even press my lips against his. I propped myself up with my elbows before he pounced on me, putting his weight against me, his lips touching mine once again.

He kissed me with a primal ferocity that I couldn’t quite comprehend. How was it possible to be so passionate with somebody you barely knew? I didn’t know the answer to that, but then again, I couldn’t say I cared all too much. I was on the receiving end of that primal passion, and I wasn’t going to question it. It was too orgasm-inducing to question.

His tongue quickly found its way to mine, his strength easily outmatching mine. I put my hand against his cheek, feeling his prickly five o’clock shadow, almost like sandpaper against my palm.

I gasped for air as a little bit of space appeared between our lips. With my eyes closed and his body pressed on top of me, I could feel his cock growing larger. His jeans must’ve had trouble keeping it back.

His hand ran down my side, and I felt a tingle whenever his skin was flush against mine. He had such power over me, especially when we were together like this, and I loved it more than anything. I loved it when he had his way with me and made me feel like I was the sexiest and most important woman in the world.

His hand snuck under my shirt and with his palm and fingers flush against my ribcage, snuck under my bra and squeezed my bare breast. I let out a moan that vibrated against his luscious lips. He squeezed and twisted my nipple gently as I wrapped my arms around him and snuck my own hands underneath his shirt. Each bump of his abs felt pronounced and strong, almost like I was touching a god. His pecs, hard and strong, felt like mountains that I wanted to climb all night long. His large, bulging arms made me feel secure when they were wrapped around me. He was perfect in every way.

His hand left my breast and exited my shirt before he got up off of the bed and walked over to one of his dresser drawers. What could he have for me now? Were we using blindfolds again? What about handcuffs? Maybe even a paddle to spank the bad girl out of me?

He didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer and perused it before pulling out a couple items. They were ropes, two of them, and I started to wonder what they were for.

“
What are you using those for?” I asked.

“
Since we have our little arrangement, I thought we could kick things up to the next level. I’m going to tie your hands to the bed posts, Penelope,” he said.

“
And then what?” I asked.

“
Everything
,” he replied.

Blake propped me up with a few pillows as I lay there, naked and excited. He was only in his boxer briefs, a welcome sight, as he wrapped the ropes around my wrists and tied the loops around the top of the bedposts. I looked down at him, my feet on the bed and my knees bent, as he got onto his stomach and put his face down into me.

His tongue flickered against my clit and I instantly felt a shockwave of pleasure course through my veins, all the little hairs on my arms standing up in attention. I let out a girlish squeal before closing my eyes, not obstructed by a blindfold this time, as I tried to feel every vibration he gave me.

His fingers pressed into my thighs, and I could feel his stubble against my inner thighs. It didn’t hurt, but added another layer of sensation that I desperately wanted.

I felt two of his fingers push against me and start to slowly enter as I flexed my abs and let them in. I could hear my wetness engulf them as his thumb pressed against my clit and started to slowly rub it. I jerked a little as I received hints of pleasure that made me have uncontrollable reactions.

“
How’s that?” he asked.

“
Good,” I muttered, as his fingers continued to slowly come in and out of me.

“
How about now?” he asked.

Before I could answer him, the pads of his fingers flickered upwards against my G-spot and I pulled against the ropes. I thought I was going to break the wooden bedposts.

“
Oh my god,” I moaned.

“
I think you like that,” he said, and I could hear the happiness in his tone.

He did it again, this time faster, and I held my breath as my abs flexed and my ass came off of the bed. He stopped and I let go, falling back down. I was finally able to breathe again, and boy did I gasp for air.