Distracting the Billionaire's Son by Jordan Bell Read Free Book Online

I
looked at him, gave him my whole attention. My whole obedience. I knew what was
happening, knew this was his response to his father’s verbal public whipping. I
could feel the need in his voice to control something, anything. Me. “You will
not climax. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Don’t you dare disobey me.”
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    He held my eyes and I didn’t dare look away. I needed his
power to keep me from disobeying him, especially when he slid my panties aside
and pushed his fingers into me. His face remained hard and impassive, but his
breathing became quick and irregular when he discovered how desperately turned
on I was by him.
    He slid his fingers in and out of me quickly, groping and
probing feverishly for some hidden treasure within my soul. Jonah pushed his
palm against my clit and rubbed while he fingered me, sent shockwaves of
intense pleasure into my body and I had no idea how he wanted me to obey him
when he did this to me. Kittenish mewls escaped my lips, moans like begging I
couldn’t possibly quiet. My thighs quivered under his expert ministrations, so
much so I thought I was likely to collapse before I could possibly climax.
    “Control yourself,” he whispered and I was at once desperate
and ashamed. How did this man have such wanton control over me like this? Why
couldn’t I control myself? It made no sense. I’d never have been attracted to
someone like him before in my life.
    “Control yourself right now . Don’t you dare take your
pleasure from me without permission.”
    I was panting and so was he. He worked his fingers roughly
between my legs, pressing me back with his body, and his breath felt so hot on
my face. He was so close I thought he might kiss me. He moaned quietly when I
tilted my head back and whimpered, ashamed and insanely more turned on in that
moment than I ever had been in my life. His hand was absolutely soaked I was so
hot for him. He groaned and pressed his mouth against my throat and sucked like
some kind of unchecked teenager.
    “Please,” I begged. “Please Jonah.”
    “What?” he whispered, his mouth moving irresistibly close to
mine.
    “Let me come. Please let me come for you.”
    He rubbed his body against me, the size of his engorged
erection pressing into my hip through his pants. “Mmm. Do you deserve it? Do
you honestly think you deserve it?”
    “Yes, yes please, Jonah. Please .”
    Abominable bastard stopped fingering me right at that
moment, cupped me in his hand and leaned his mouth against my ear. He kissed my
earlobe with almost affection. Almost.
    “No,” he whispered, barely more than a breath. “You don’t
deserve it. Not yet.”
    And then he pushed away from my body, abandoned me there,
and walked out from behind the building and back to the party without another
word. I stood there with my head back against the wall, shock and shame and anger
coursing through my body. I gripped my skirt up around my hips even still. My
neglected pleasure soaked the thin fabric pressed between my thighs. Denied. Monster . How could he do this to me twice in a row? How could I have so
eagerly let him?
    Why did I wish, more than anything else, he’d change his
mind and come back to fetch me, to press me into the sand and take me in the
cooling waves?
    I waited several agonizing minutes, but he did not come back
and strangely, even though I was seconds away from bursting through the dams
and letting the fireball in my belly explode, I didn’t touch myself. He’d told
me not to climax until I was given permission and something in the way he’d
said it, demanded it, also made me want to listen even now. I fixed my dress,
my panties, my hair, and stumbled down the beach back to the party as if
nothing had happened. I didn’t look for him when I returned to the crowd,
didn’t search for him, but I could feel him everywhere. I could smell him. He
was near, always, but I didn’t have the strength to