Page 10 of For Love & Torture
Chapter 5
Isabel
I can’t see the look on his face as I’m lying on my stomach, but the air has gone as cold as ice and he isn’t saying a word.
I’ve fucked up.
It’s only been a couple of weeks since the man hired me. I knew this was going to be a very complex job, but I had no idea I’d find out my boss is afraid of love.
I roll over and see he’s wearing a frown. “That scares you, doesn’t it?”
“What? Love?” he asks as if that’s ridiculous, shaking his head. “No, I’m not afraid of much, Isabel. Now, turn back over. I wasn’t done.”
I roll back over, but I could see it written all over him. He is afraid of love—or something like that. Maybe commitment is what he has a fear of. But he is scared, and the word did put him off. A thing I didn’t mean to do.
What’s wrong with me?
I get this high paying job that allows me to get fucked by one of the best looking men I’ve ever seen and I’m already messing things up.
“I was just kidding. I could never fall in love with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I smile as I bait him.
He flips me onto my back as he narrows his dark blue eyes at me. “And why is that, exactly?”
Pushing my hand through his thick and perfectly kept salt and pepper hair, I gaze at his chiseled features, his plump lips and fantastic body. “You’re far too handsome. I don’t like being with men who are better looking than I am. It’s demoralizing.” It’s not exactly a lie. I’ve never been with a man, romantically, who’s as hot as Grant Jamison.
He’s brutally hot. Tall, tan, muscular, and that salt and pepper hair makes him look like a distinguished, sexy as hell older man, despite him being in his late thirties. And he knows how to work that massive cock of his too!
Rubbing my feet, he keeps looking at me with a bit of worry in his gorgeous eyes. “So, what kinds of guys have you been serious with?”
Do I hear a tad bit of jealousy in those words? I must be reading too much into the question, this is just business, after all. “I had a couple of high school boyfriends that I dated for a few months each. Being originally from Seattle, one of them was in a grunge band, and the other was a gamer who skateboarded a lot.”
“And they weren’t attractive?” he asks as he switches to the other foot, massaging it perfectly. It isn’t ticklish at all, which is hard to do.
“Not really. I’ve never judged a book by its cover. I look deeper than that. Tad, the rocker, was cool. Mostly because he was in a band. He had long hair that was dyed jet black. His nose was big and long, his lips were thin, and he was very pale. But he kissed good and fucked me well.”
“Okay, so if the guy is good at sex then he stands a chance with you?” he asks then chuckles.
“Why? You thinking about how things would be if I gave you a chance? Because you out-fuck any man I’ve been with, Grant. Hands down.” Might as well be honest with the man. He did fuck me better than I’ve ever been fucked before.
“You’re just saying that because I sign your paychecks,” he says as he runs his strong hands up and down my calf. He wears a knowing grin, making me think he believes me, regardless of what he’s just said.
“I am not just saying that. And the answer to your question is, no. Sex isn’t a prerequisite to being my man. The real thing I look for in a guy when I’m getting serious is his heart. He has to have a ton of it. I want to be able to look into his eyes and know he loves me. He has to be secure enough to let love lead him around by the nose.”
His frown is back again as he moves up to massage my upper thigh, and the tips of his fingers are getting close to my pussy, which is still prickling with desire. “I could never do that. I couldn’t be that guy. Love isn’t a thing I think is smart. I sure as hell wouldn’t be lead around by it. If I ever do fall in love, and that is a big if, then I’ll be wary of it. I’ll make sure it doesn’t take me over. That’s dangerous. Maybe not for everyone, but it is for me.”
Dangerous?
Now my curiosity has been piqued. “Did you have a bad breakup or something?”
“No. Not me, personally. But someone in my family had the worst breakup anyone can have.” His eyes go glassy for only a moment then the look vanishes, like he’s put up a wall to block off his emotions. No smile warms his expression now.
“Tell me about it, Grant.” I sit up and run my hands up and down his arms. Even though we’re still virtually strangers, our relationship has been anything but typical so far, and I want him to know he can talk to me about anything. “Climb in this bed with me and tell me what happened that has you thinking love is dangerous.”
He looks into my eyes for a long time. I can tell he’s fighting some unseen demons that lurk inside of him. Then he shakes his head. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t talk about it. So let’s talk about what we did. What did you like the most?”
Okay, I’ll let it go. For now. “The flogger. How about you?”
A smile curves his plump lips. “How my cock felt inside of you.” He looks right into my eyes as his hand moves up to cup my chin. “You have a great pussy, Isabel. It’s tight as hell.” He gives me one slow, sexy kiss.
