GLASS_ A Standalone Novel - Arianne Richmonde Page 0,117
Janie had me doing cartwheels for her. And my cock was always at the ready with Janie—all she had to do was look at me with her big eyes, and that was it—it drove me wild. Her mind, her body, her soul—I wanted all of it and wasn’t able to explain why. My love for Janie felt unfathomable, almost painful it was so deep. She was fiercely loyal, had been by my side all through the coma, though she refused to go into details—insisted I wasn’t strong enough to talk about it. Whatever, I was happy just to have her at my side. The rest could wait. This loyalty of hers was truly an aphrodisiac. After all the crap I’d gone through with Natasha, having a special woman like Janie so crazy for me was a true gift, and one I didn’t take lightly.
But after that beautiful blowjob, she’d woken the sleeping bear. And he was growling for more honey.
No, roaring for more honey.
“By the way,” I told her, “I have a surprise for you.”
She widened her pretty eyes. “As long as you don’t relapse, I’m up for a surprise.”
My eyes trailed down to Janie’s pretty pink pussy, all wet and waiting, plush and soft. I’d asked her the other day how it got to be so smooth and she’d said something about a Brazilian. At first I balked—she’d fucked a Brazilian while I was in my coma? Then I laughed with relief, remembering what that meant. All the more inviting for me. Nothing hidden, all on display . . . I couldn’t wait to get right in there.
But first . . .
“Close your eyes, baby.”
“Why?” she asked in a singsong voice, obviously suspicious.
“No questions, just be a good girl and do as your told,” I said, only half in jest. I knew that Janie liked being ordered around by me even if she pretended she didn’t. That’s what had started her crush in the first place. My dominant personality. Actresses fall in love with their directors, all too often. Why? Because they subconsciously love being subjugated even if they scratch and fight like tigers in denial. Now I was about to put that theory to the test.
I grabbed the lined handcuffs from my suitcase—the ones I’d ordered, along with the other toys I’d bought for our “rehearsals” for the film.
“Spread your arms as well, so you’re like a starfish.”
Janie obliged, her eyes still closed. Then I looked at the bed and laughed. The headboard was a soft, upholstered thing with button tufts. There were no posts to latch the cuffs to. I threw the cuffs back in the case.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just me standing here naked with my great big erection. The male body isn’t very graceful, I must say.”
Her eyes sprang open and she sat up. She bit her lip lasciviously and raked her gaze to my navel and below. “Grace, maybe not, but Daniel, you’ve got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen in my life. Forget the surprise, we’ll do it another time. Come right here, right now, what are you waiting for?”
She looked exquisitely beautiful. I never got enough of that little heart-shaped face, framed by her mane of dark hair. Her pert round breasts—the perfect handful, her rosy nipples peaked and alert. Smooth silky skin, pale as a lily. I felt instantly bad for having wanted to play dirty games when she looked so innocent and fresh-faced. This moment should be about making love, not about wild sex games. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. Fuck, I was an asshole sometimes. I needed to get a grip on my libido and calm the fuck down. But I was truly addicted to her. I stood there, mentally counting to ten, to stop myself from ravishing her like a hungry Viking. I remembered the airplane trip when she had burst out crying. Janie fancied herself as a tough, modern woman, but at heart she was as fragile as glass. And I didn’t want to chip her, let alone break her. She’d been ill, and in the hospital, on top of it all. I made up my mind, right there, that I’d go easy even though she aroused the carnal monster in me.
“What’s wrong? Janie looked alarmed, her doe eyes wide. She glanced anxiously at her ring as if I were about to change my mind about our marriage and yank it off her finger. As if.