“My little slut,” he murmured, not hiding the tenderness in his voice.
He slid two fingers inside her pussy and hell, she was soaking, primed for him.
“Look at you, so wet already when all I did was destroy your dress. I haven’t even punished you yet,” he said in a reprimanding voice. He added a third finger in her and stuck out his thumb to caress her clit.
“Sir.” That seemed the only word she was capable of uttering. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Jane eyed it and licked her lips, but over-eagerness didn’t make her break composure.
“You want this in you?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You know what to do.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Hmm?”
“Please fuck me. Remind me who owns me, Sir.”
Jacob smiled down at her like a teacher about to reward his apt pupil. He guided his cock head into her entrance. They’d dispensed with condoms two months ago. Jane was on the pill and he was clean. He even showed her the test results. Jacob normally didn’t have sex with the subs in the club. Most of his pleasure was derived from dealing pain, but with Jane, he made an exception.
Jacob didn’t push in right away. He smeared pre-cum over her thighs, her clit, over her soft folds, like a beast marking his territory. Jane moaned above him.
“Please, Sir.”
That second plea broke him. He penetrated her in one merciless push that left her gasping for air and him groaning. Jacob pulled her hands from her neck and pinned them above her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him forward. Jacob should reprimand her, but he was too lost in her. Her pussy always felt so tight, so perfect around his cock.
Impatient, mouthy, and broken in ways she didn’t understand yet, Jane wasn’t the world’s best sub but right now, she was the perfect woman for Jacob.
Chapter Three
Jane drowned. With every thrust, Jacob continued to pull her under. Sex always came after punishment, an afterthought. The appetizer, not the main dish. Jacob got off on her pain, her humiliation. Tonight, he showed her a different side of himself she never knew existed. For a man who prided himself on his perfect control, Jane didn’t realize he was capable of unraveling.
Jacob left ardent kisses on her throat, more teeth marks down the line of her quivering body. He held her in a bruising grip, but she liked it when he made her his own personal canvas to do what he willed. The leash he put on her earlier still dangled between her breasts, a constant, welcomed reminder of their roles.
Jane panted. If he didn’t hold her wrists in place, she would’ve left half-moon cuts on his skin. He always used cuffs and knots to hold her in place, never his hands. The warm contact of his rough, big fingers holding her captive somehow made everything more intimate, special.
She had no idea what had come over Jacob tonight. This could be a one-off. So be it. She’d milk every single moment, engrave it in her memory.
Pleas escaped her lips, but she couldn’t make out the words. He took her faster, deeper, his breaths harsh. Her heart beat like a tiny caged bird in her chest, fighting to get free. Jacob changed the angle of his hips and brushed against her sweet spot. She gasped, eyes widening. He aimed for that special place over and over again.
Each time he hammered into her, he made sure his cock hit her sensitive, tingling clit. She gasped, her cry silenced by another demanding kiss. She couldn’t come, not without his permission, yet she could feel the pressure threatening to burst inside her. He lifted his lips from hers.
“Sir, please.”
Jacob nipped on her bottom lip. “Go ahead.”
Jane orgasmed in a paroxysm of pleasure. Her vision blurred. Her mind soared while her body remained locked in place under him. He pulled his softening cock out of her and rested it against the curve of her belly. She was aware he watched her like a hawk but that was fine with her. He owned her body and held her heart prisoner. Her reactions belonged to him as well.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Jane could fall asleep right here in his apartment with his cum drying on her thigh, but they were only starting.
Jacob released her hands and got off her. He let her catch her breath for a few minutes. Like always, she couldn’t read the expression on his face. A snap of his fingers and renewed energy flowed back to Jane’s limbs. She extracted herself from the sofa and fell without much grace to her knees.
Jacob stood in front of her and tipped her chin with his fingers. She had no other choice but to look up at him. He put two fingers under her collar and gave it a tug.
“Up,” he ordered.