He pressed forward. Moving slowly. Inch by inch. Torturing her. That’s what he was doing. He wanted to make her suffer.
The bastard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered as he reached up and pulled off her blindfold. She blinked, clearing her vision. His eyes were dark with desire as he stared down at her hungrily. “You feel so damn good, kitten.”
“So do you.” She wished she could put her arms around him as well, but she didn’t want to risk further punishment by moving them. Instead she watched him as he moved, thrusting his hips, pressing deep inside her. She clenched down around him. He brushed against her clit, and she cried out. She couldn’t last. Sweat coated her trembling body as she clenched her teeth together.
“I need to come!”
“You’re going to hold off,” he told her in an icy voice. “You’ll hold off for me. Because your Dom demands it. Look at me, into my eyes.”
She stared up into his hazel-colored orbs. His gaze was firm. “You’ll do this. For me. Because I command it.”
Her body melted. “Yes, Sir.”
He drove in then out, moving faster, harder, but their eyes remained locked. She saw the moment he reached his peak. His lids nearly fluttered shut, and his lips curved up slightly before he gave a cry. And, despite the fact her body was hot and heavy with need, she had never felt closer to someone before.
10
Molly flipped over the grilled cheese sandwiches and then stirred the soup bubbling on the stove. As far as dinners went, it wasn’t exactly gourmet, but right now, the idea of tomato soup and gooey cheese sandwiches sounded perfect.
She hummed happily to herself. She probably had a few minutes before Jake finished his shower, so she plated everything then moved to the fridge. The cool air called to her. She sighed, wishing she could stick her whole ass inside. Her butt and thighs were hot and still stinging. Although that pain was nothing compared to the throbbing of her clit. She pouted a little as she pulled out some orange juice.
She couldn’t believe the big, bad Dom still hadn’t let her orgasm. After he’d come, he’d undone the cuffs then pulled her into his arms and held her, murmuring gentle words. She’d liked that part. If she’d been allowed her release, the whole experience would have been damn near perfect. Yeah, the crop had stung, she’d be feeling its effects for a while. But the mix of the pain, and Jake’s commands had allowed her to find a freedom she’d never felt before. And the way he’d taken care of her after had shown her another side of him. A sweeter, softer side.
But he still hadn’t let her come. She’d thought about taking care of it herself. Wouldn’t have taken much. Except he’d informed her that touching herself there was off-limits.
Bastard.
When he’d pulled her into the shower, she’d had high hopes of some relief. Instead, it had just made things worse. Having access to that gorgeous body of his could never be a negative, but having him wash her, while brushing up against all that sexy goodness had just made her hornier. At least he’d taken that damn plug out.
She pressed her legs together. She was dying here. Surely the crop was punishment enough. She poured out the juice then moved back to the fridge, leaning down to place it in the bottom of the door.
“Now, that’s a sight I could get used to seeing in my kitchen,” Jake murmured.
She stood, turning with a cry, placing her hand on her chest. “Jesus, man, give a girl some warning.”
“Sorry.”
Hmm, he didn’t appear all that sorry as he strode towards her, his gaze intent. When he drew closer, he reached behind her and pushed the door to the fridge shut.
“The sight of your bare, red ass as you leaned over gave me lots of ideas,” he told her.
“Yeah? Do those ideas include giving me an orgasm?” She slapped a hand on one hip, giving him a disgruntled look.
“Aw, poor baby, are you in need?” He pushed her hair behind her ears then cupped the back of her neck, tipping her chin up with his other hand.
“Yes, I am. I’m in a great deal of fucking need.”
“Good. I want you to remember this feeling. Then do what you have to in order to avoid it in the future, understand?”
“I’d like to again point out that there is a lot to be said for positive reinforcement.”
“Be a good girl and you might just get some of that positive reinforcement.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Something smells good.”
“Just grilled cheese and soup. You know, you have a serious lack of junk food in your cupboards. Not a pork rind in sight.”
“We need to have a chat about your love of pork rinds. All that salt cannot be good for you.”