Her Godfather: A Dark Romance (With FREE Bonus Book: Trapped In His World) (12 page)

“She is very much oblivious to my extracurricular activities. I have never touched her.” I let out a relieved breath. I find that I am quite relieved. He produces a blindfold and moves to cover my eyes.

“No, wait, I want to see what you’re doing.”

“Now what fun will that be, Navia?” he drawls.

I swallow hard as the world goes dark. Standing before him naked, tied and blindfolded leaves me feeling immensely vulnerable. I am at his mercy, his to do whatever he wants with my body. I’m terrified, but strangely turned on at the same time. He is silent. I don’t know what he is preparing to do. I cock my ear to listen to his movements. He comes up behind me and wraps his large hand around my neck. My breath hitches in my chest.
Please don’t kill me.
All he does is lean down to whisper in my ear, “Now your punishment for disobeying me begins. You can tell me when it is too much and I will stop.” He releases me and there is silence once again. I cry out as pain flashes across my bottom.

“Ouch! What the hell are you doing?” I can’t believe he is whipping me. Why do I find it so…
erogenous
? He whips me again, hard. I moan, and my fingers clench. My nails dig into my palms when the leather connects to my skin once more, with more force than before. Tears spring in my eyes behind the blindfold.

“Are you sorry for being disobedient, Navia?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I whimper. “No more, that’s enough.”

He whips me again, taking me by surprise. “Is that how you beg for something?”

I quickly catch on, “No more,
please.
”

“Good girl.” I feel his hand rubbing my bottom. “Are you all right?”

“I-I think so.” My ass still stings and I am pretty sure my skin is red and welted.

“Did you like that?” he asks softly, his breath caressing my neck.

I shiver when he reaches around to palm my breasts. I choose to be honest, “I-I’m not entirely sure if I like it or not.” His hand abandons my breasts to caress my abdomen, inching lower. The feel of his palms against my skin is amazing. My head falls back to lean on his shoulder. His hand is between my thighs. He reaches the other up to release my hair from its bun. My hair tumbles down my shoulder in dark waves.

“I’m ready to fuck you now, Navia. Are you ready?” His words send another involuntary shiver down my spine.

“Untie me first, please,” I whisper.  He growls. My request angers him. I remember what he said before. The only thing he wants from me is silence and obedience. He suddenly pushes me forward and the ropes pull against my wrist until my skin starts to burn. He grabs my hips and pushes into me without warning, wrenching a loud cry from my lips. My muscles grip him tightly and he lets out a groan. He stretches me over the limit, pounding into me over and over. I wish he would slow down. My mind is aware of the pain, but my body revels in the pleasure at the same time. The only things keeping me standing upright are the ropes binding me to the bedposts and Jason’s hands on my hip. I don’t know if I can take any more.

“Jason, it’s too much,” I sob. He reaches around to remove the blindfold. I blink several times as light pierces through my retinas. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back and around to look at him. The position is painful on my neck, but he doesn’t let go.

“It’s not. You can take it, Navia. I want you to take all of me.” I look into his eyes. The darkness that I see startles me. It’s as if he is a different person right now. He is almost animalistic, uncaring whether he hurts me or not. He finally releases my hair to grip my neck. His grip tightens, and I fear he will cut my breath off completely. I gasp for breath, tears spilling down my cheeks. I want it all to end, but I know I will miss the feel of him inside of me when it is over. The pressure inside of me releases, and my orgasm rips through me with an intensity almost too much for my body to handle. “
Jason
!” I cry out, startled at the greatness of my release. I have never experienced an orgasm so powerful. 

He roars his release, and I feel his body shudder. His grip around my neck loosens and I draw in a deep breath. I can’t stop the tears from running. My emotions overwhelm me and I let out a loud sob. It’s all too much. I hate him for the things he has done to me, but a part of me likes it. The ropes dig into my skin. I feel ashamed for allowing such brutality on my own body. I cry because of what I glimpsed in his eyes. He loves all of this. He loves to hurt women; he is depraved. I feel stupid for thinking that we could have a real relationship and for thinking that he actually liked me. He wouldn’t hurt me if he had any real feelings for me. I wail uncontrollably.

“Navia?” He stares at me with a mixture of confusion and horror. For the first time, he looks helpless. It seems like he has no idea what to do. He wasn’t expecting such a reaction from me.

“I want to go home,” I whine like an injured child. He swallows hard and quickly unties me. I collapse as soon as I am free, and he scoops me up before I hit the floor. He holds me in his arms. I’m confused by his sudden gentleness.

“Navia, did I hurt you that much? I’m sorry.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks. I pull my head away, not wanting him to touch me, yet reveling in the comfort of being in his arms. This is what I wanted from the beginning: the gentle, caring Jason. Where the hell has he been?

“Take me home,” I demand.

“No,” he states.

Outraged, I push at his chest, “Excuse me? What do you mean ‘no’? Let me go, I can damn well take myself home.” I hiccup as a result of my crying. I can just imagine how horrible I look right now, all red eyes and blotchy skin. My anger increases when Jason refuses to let me go.

“I won’t let you go until you forgive me.”

“Why do you even care if I forgive you? You obviously have no feelings for me,” I hiss. “I’m just someone you can carry out your sick fantasies on.”

He finally releases me and I spring off his lap to retrieve my clothes. As I dress, I notice that he paces the room and runs his fingers through his hair intermittently. He spins around to pin me with brooding eyes. “I’m not going to just let you go, Navia. I told you, I do like you.”

“Then why do you hurt me?”

“It’s complicated. I just… I don’t know why I like that kind of thing.” I glare at him. He damn well knows. He just refuses to tell me, the bastard. But I can’t ignore the tug on my heartstrings due to his tortured expression. The big, strong man who is always in control now looks lost and tortured. “Navia, I have never felt so bad about hurting a woman as I do now. You’re different.” I stare at him and him at me. We hold each other’s gaze for a good two minutes. I let out a breath. I can’t leave. I have been sucked back in. He says he has feelings for me. Hope flickers inside of me. Maybe with a little work I can help him to change.

“OK, so where do we go from here?”

A smile spreads across his face. “Dinner?”

“That sounds lovely, but I would still prefer to just go home this afternoon. That is, if you are giving me the rest of the afternoon off.”

He looks like he is about to protest, and I hold my breath. I wait for him to start barking orders as usual.  “Sure, I will take you home.”

I beam. He is already making progress. Maybe this can work after all.

Chapter Six

“
This
is where you live?” Jason is horrified when he pulls up to my apartment building. “My God, Navia, this place doesn’t look safe. You can’t stay here.”

“We can’t all be billionaires and live in a penthouse in upstate New York. Besides, I have been living here for a whole year without incident.” I turn to him, “Thanks for the lift.”

“I will walk you to your apartment.”

My eyebrows shoot up, “Are you sure you want to leave
this
car parked out here in
this
neighborhood?”

He smirks, “I’ll risk it.” He walks with me up to the fifth floor. I stop in front of my door. “Well, this is me.”

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” I open the door. “Please, come in.” I walk in and dump my purse on the coffee table. “Would you like something to drink?”

He glances at his watch, “No thanks. I have to get going in a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure you reached inside safely.” His eyes roam around the apartment. “This place looks like it will crumble at any minute.”

“It’s what I can afford. I don’t have a steady job, remember?” I am reminded that I only have three more days to work for Jason. I suspect I will be seeing more of him after.

“I can find you a much better apartment, in a safer neighborhood.”

“Thanks, but no, I would never be able to afford rent for anywhere better.”

“You wouldn’t be the one paying the rent,” he states softly.

I shake my head vigorously, “Oh no. I will not be your kept woman.”

He lets out a snort, “Kept woman? You do remember that we are in the twenty-first century? It wouldn’t be a big deal, Navia. At least you would be safer and I would have peace of mind.”

“I will be fine, I promise. What you can do is help me find a good job like you said, and I will take everything from there.”

He sighs, “Fine.”

That’s it? No further argument? I am impressed with his new efforts not to be overbearing. He pulls me into a kiss that leaves me breathless at the end. “I will see you at work tomorrow, then?” he asks.

I nod. “Of course. Bye.” I watch him saunter out the door. I make sure it’s locked before I sag against it. A smile spreads across my face. Do I now have a— dare I say it—boyfriend? It would seem so. Jason wants to keep seeing me. There is still a little doubt in the back of my mind though. Today’s activities are still fresh in my mind, and there is no ignoring the soreness between my thighs or the bruises on my wrists and ankles. I suspect that my bottom is bruised more than anywhere else. By the time tomorrow comes, I am going to have a hard time sitting down.

*

Two days later I am sitting at the desk in Jason’s office. It is my last day. Chloe will return from her honeymoon tomorrow and resume work on Monday. A feeling of loss grips me. I probably won’t get to see Jason every day after this. The past couple of days have been a pleasure for me, getting to see him walk through the door in the morning. He always gives me the once-over, I-want-you-now look, and calls me into his office, where he shows me how much he missed me the night before.

I haven’t gotten a minute alone with him all morning. The office has been busy, with men and women coming in for various meetings. I have answered so many calls that my hand hurts from picking up the phone so often. A group of men walk into the office, ready for their meeting with Jason. “Good morning gentlemen,” I smile. “I will let Mr. Black know you are here.” They nod and smile.  I get up to knock on Jason’s door. I push it open and stick my head in. “The men from Central Technologies are here. Should I send them in?”

His eyes lower to my breasts, emphasized by yet another dress that shows off my hourglass figure. I deliberately wear them because Jason expressed that he loves to admire my curves. “Not quite yet. Come in and lock the door.” I do as I am told. “Come here.” I walk quietly to him and he reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. “I have not gotten the chance to kiss you or touch you all morning.” He pulls my head down to his, holding my lips captive with his own.

“There are people outside waiting on you,” I murmur against his moving lips.

“They can wait,” he whispers. “What is it about you, Navia? I can’t get enough of you. I would love to take you home right now, tie you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

I stiffen at the mention of being tied up. But my panties are now wet with desire to be ravished by him. “We have to stop; your clients will suspect something if I’m in here too long.”

He sighs and reluctantly releases me. “Fine, we’ll finish this later. Send them in.”

I open the door and call the men inside, “Mr. Black will see you now.” I step aside to allow them entrance. One of them brushes his arm against my breast as he passes. It was obviously a deliberate move. His eyes move slowly down my frame. “Will
you
be staying for our meeting?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes, “No, I will not be staying.” I catch the feral gleam in Jason’s eyes as he glares at my admirer.

He seethes. “My secretary is not here for your pleasure, Mr. Goldberg,” he hisses. The man is taken aback, obviously not expecting to be reprimanded. Satisfied that Jason stood up for me and put the man in his place, I send Mr. Goldberg a superior look before closing the door.

The day drags on until the clock finally strikes five. My time here has come to an end. I begin to remove all traces of myself from Chloe’s desk. Jason walks out of his office and places a check in front of me. “Ms. Watson, it has truly been a
pleasure
having you here this past week.” He gives me a lascivious grin.

I smirk. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Black. It has likewise been a
pleasure
working for you.” I glance down at the check, my eyes widening in shock. It is way more than the agreed amount. “Uh, you’re giving me a lot more than what was agreed upon.”

“I am aware of that, Navia. I was very much conscious and alert when I wrote it.”

I glare at him, “Are you by any chance compensating me for sexual favors?”

“For God’s sake, get over yourself, woman. It’s nothing like that. I happen to think you did a great job, and I owe for overtime… and maybe I want you out of that crummy apartment.” I roll my eyes in exasperation. We are back on the topic of my crappy apartment again. It has been a constant subject of argument for three days now. He is relentless.

“Thanks, but I think I will put the money to other uses. You know, like pay my bills.”

He frowns, “Fine, it’s yours to do with as you please.”

I smile sweetly, “Thank you so much for realizing that.”

He arches an eyebrow, “I should put you over my knee for getting smart with me, young lady.”

I groan, “Please don’t.”

“Meet me in my office in five minutes. I believe we have unfinished business,” he declares before sauntering off. I hope he isn’t going to actually put me over his knee. I finish packing up and head to his office. I can predict what will happen, so I turn the lock. His piercing blue eyes never leave me as I walk slowly toward him. There is something that I have wanted to try; something I have never done before.  He frowns when I reach him and spin his chair around. For once he is not the one in control. He has no idea what I intend to do. My lips curl into a seductive smile and I drop to my knees, reaching for his belt. His eyes widen as realization hits him. Lust flashes in his eyes, and he assists me with unbuckling his belt. I bring his zipper down and free his cock from the restraint of his underwear.  I take him into my hand and stroke tentatively.

I look up at him and admit, “I have never done this before.”

Male satisfaction gleams in his eyes at the news. “I’m glad to hear it,” he says hoarsely. I lick my lips and slowly take him into my mouth. He draws in a sharp breath.

Startled, I stop. My eyes fly to his face. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, keep going,” he bites out through clenched teeth.

I lower my head again and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He moans and leans his head back against his chair. I take him deeper into the warmth of my mouth and slide my tongue against him in an up-and-down motion. His fingers bunch in my hair a little too tightly and he pushes my head down, forcing me to take him deeper. “That’s enough,” he growls, forcing my head up with his hands.

I frown. “Aren’t you enjoying it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No baby, if you continue, I will come in your pretty little mouth.”

My eyes widen, “Oh.” That’s something I have never even thought of. When I think about it, I really am very inexperienced when it comes to sex.

“Get up,” Jason demands. I stand on my feet. He pulls me down so that I straddle him. I slide down onto his cock with agonizing slowness. I gasp when he pushes the rest of the way into my tight passage.  His jaw is clenched, “You’re so tight and warm. You feel damn good. Ride me, Navia.”

I begin to move on him at his command, increasing the pace of my hips as I go along. He clutches my hips and surge upward, matching my every movement. His hands force me to move faster. All of a sudden he loses control. I am now standing, bent over his desk, and he is taking me from behind. He drives forcefully into me. I stifle a moan, remembering someone could come to the door at any minute. Jason takes hold of my neck and forces my back into a painful arch. “No Jason, please don’t,” I beg, alarmed. I hate when he loses control, going from gentle to cruel in a split second. My body can only take so much.

He spills into me moments later. I stand up and straighten my dress when he pulls out of me. I rub my neck and gasp for breath. He seizes my shoulder and spins me around. I am visibly upset. The bruise around my neck from the afternoon at his house is still present. Luckily I have been able to conceal it with makeup. He looks guilty.  “Shit, I’m sorry Navia. I lost control.”

“It’s OK,” I snap. “Just forget it.” I lower my lashes to hide the sadness in my eyes. I wonder if we can ever have normal sexual intercourse without him treating me so roughly.

*

“You dirty little bitch,” Chloe says playfully. “You have been seeing my boss for a whole month and you never told me.”

I look around. “Just talk a little louder, I don’t think the lady across the street heard you,” I hiss, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Chloe giggles, “I’m sorry. But it is a hell of a shock to me. By rights, I should be pissed at you. I’m your best friend, for crying out loud, we tell each other everything. How could you keep such a juicy tidbit from me for so long?”

I sit back in my chair. We are seated at an outside table at our usual coffee shop. “I just felt uncomfortable about the whole thing. I mean, he is your boss. I didn’t know how you would feel about your friend dating your boss.” I look down at my hands, “I suppose I didn’t want you thinking less of me.”

“What? Why would I, Navia? You’re a grown woman and he is a grown man.”

“Well, the whole thing started while I was his employee.” I still feel ashamed when I remember that I had sex with Jason on my first day working for him. I choose to leave that piece of information out. Chloe does not need to know that. For all she knows, we just started sleeping together after dating for weeks. Technically, I didn’t lie to her. She came up with that assumption on her own, and I merely chose not to correct her.

“Oh please, that doesn’t count. You were just there the one week.” She sips her coffee and shrugs. “I guess when you hit it off with someone, you just hit it off. No control over that. So there is no way I could be mad at you, although you should receive some kind of punishment for keeping the affair from me for so long.”  I wince at the word punishment. I get enough of that from Jason in the bedroom. “Are you OK, honey?” Chloe asks.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Why?”

She sighs, “I don’t know, you just seem sad lately, and those dark circles under your eyes are hard to miss. What’s bothering you? It can’t be the job situation that you are depressed about this time. You’ve got a great job now.”

“It’s nothing, really. I guess I just need some rest.” The truth is I have been down lately because I have failed miserably in my attempt to bring Jason out of darkness. I thought I could change him, but he still takes pleasure in torturing me just about every night. I don’t sleep because I stay up all night crying and wondering what I’m going to do. I don’t know how much longer I can bear being hurt at the hands of the man I have somehow fallen in love with. I suppose I fell for his gentler side over the past five weeks.

Chloe frowns, “Are you sure it’s nothing? Are you happy with Jason? You know, Navia, I can’t help but notice the bruises that you try to cover up.” She points to the fading bluish mark circling my wrists. “Does he hurt you?”

Yes, but not in the way she thinks. “He is not abusive, if that’s what you’re thinking. We just engage in a little… rough play in the bedroom, on occasion.”

Chloe gawks at me, “OK, you don’t need to go any further. I really don’t want to know.” She chuckles, “You crazy kids.”

I feel the need to protect Jason and his secret because I love him. I don’t want Chloe to think any less of him. He really is a good a man. He just has a dark side. We all do. Some people’s dark sides are just darker and more dangerous than others. Now I sound like I am trying too hard to convince myself that I need to stay with Jason. I feel like I need to get away from Chloe before I break down into tears. I make a show of checking the time, “I need to run, Chloe. I have something to take care of before I go to work.”  I gather my handbag and get up.