Sarah nearly gasped at the bright lights. Above her head a gleaming glass ceiling looked as though stars were shining down on her. The three sides of polished glass reflected both her and Jake’s reflections. It was a far cry from the old and decrepit elevator where she'd had some of the best sex ever. She deliberately forced her mind not to think of that first incredible encounter. There was no doubt that this elevator was in top working condition and would not break down!
When it stopped, Sarah glanced up to see that they were on the 30th floor. She waited for the doors to open.
“They won’t open until I press the button, Sarah.”
Sarah frowned. “Excuse me?”
Jake shrugged. “If you won’t listen to reason, then you leave me no choice but to show you that we belong together.”
“We can’t keep the elevator up here, Jake. Others will want to use it.”
He smirked. “The thing about being rich, Sarah, is money buys me just about whatever I want. This elevator is out of order until we release it.”
Knowing he meant to prove his point with sex, Sarah shove past him. “Then I’ll open the damn doors myself.”
Jake whirled her around so she faced the back wall. He stood behind her, a head taller. “Look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want me.”
Sarah clamped her lips together, her gaze locked with his in the mirrored surface.
Jake rested his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back against him. “Tell me you don’t want to be my submissive.”
Again, Sarah kept silent.
“Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.” He bent his head and kissed her just beneath the ear.
Sarah shuddered involuntarily.
“Tell me you don’t want to get down on your knees and wait for me to tell you what to do.” His hands slid down her shoulders and his knees nudged hers from behind. He slid to the ground with her, both on their knees.
“Tell me you don’t want to undress and tease me by touching yourself and making my cock hard. Tell me that your panties aren’t wet just thinking about me fucking you right here and now.”
Sarah closed her eyes and bit her lip. Jake dropped his hands from her body, leaving her feeling cold and alone. Her body ached to do everything he’d just said. She wanted to do all those things and so much more. The silence grew.
Finally, she met his gaze.
“Tell me.” Jake’s voice was soft, almost a plea.
“Okay. Fine. I liked what we had, what we did,” she cried out. Tears fell down her cheeks. The pain and hurt rose to the surface. She’d hated spending those three nights thinking of him and Juliana, of Juliana doing all those things Jake asked of her.
“Did you sleep with her, Jake? After I left, did you fuck her?”
Jake shook his head slowly side to side. “The only one I want to fuck is you, Sarah.” He slid his hands across her shoulders and up her neck and beneath her long, blond hair. “She was never one of my subs. Before you, I went to clubs and only used professionals.”
Sarah’s shoulders sagged. “God help me, I can’t say no to you, Jake. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.” Damn, she was falling in love. At the moment, she didn’t care. She needed this man in a primal way, as well as emotionally. For better or worse, she would take whatever he offered, for however long he offered it.
“What do you want, Sarah?” Jake asked.
“I want you to fuck me, Jake. Right here, right now.”
He smiled. “What else?”
“I want to watch what you do to me.” She licked her lips. She was wet just thinking of watching Jake drive her past her breaking point.
Jake sighed and pulled her hard against him. His voice slid into the low, throaty baritone she loved.
“Rules, Sarah.”
Sarah couldn’t help the small, shaky giggle.
“I want to watch what you do to me, Sir,” she responded, giving him permission to proceed.
“Better. You’re a good student and I like to reward good behavior. Take off your sweatshirt.”
Sarah just then realized she was in an exclusive hotel, with a man who was rich enough that he’d commandeered an elevator, and she was wearing her old, ratty sweats. “Oh my god! I look awful!” Her eyes were wide with horror.