“But the anticipation is part of the fun,” I cooed. “And I need to see you’ve earned it.”
“Oh, I can earn it, all right.”
He stepped toward me, and I forced myself to keep dancing without touching him. His anticipation wrapped around me. I wasn’t out of this yet. How could I—
Then he groped at my breasts, and I acted on pure instinct. Spinning around, I slammed my hand between his legs, squeezing his balls hard between my fingers. “What did I tell you about punishment?” I said with a hint of whisper.
Jasper’s eyes widened, and I pressed harder. A sheen of sweat broke over his brow. He moaned, and then with a jerk of his hips, I felt him come in his pants.
Holding in a shudder, I stepped away before the wetness could slip through the fabric and onto my palm. I wanted to run to the washroom and scrub my hands until the skin was red, but instead I drew myself into a haughty posture. “Well?”
Jasper was still recovering from his orgasm, panting hard. Then he began to chuckle until he was practically roaring with laughter. I watched him warily.
“You, my dear,” he said as he got a hold of himself, “are a force to be reckoned with. There aren’t many who can please me in certain ways I enjoy so well. Ezra had better take care of you.”
“Yes,” I said, smiling thinly. “He had.”
“He certainly made the right choice sending you.” His eyes narrowed for a second, and his voice turned hard as steel. “You won’t mention our encounter to anyone.”
I could only imagine what the consequences of blabbing his secret would be, but I had no interest in gossiping about it anyway. I widened my eyes innocently. “All we did was have a few drinks and a good time.”
“Good girl.” Jasper smiled a cruel but pleased smile and looked down at the wet spot spreading across the crotch of his pants. “I think we’re finished here. Ezra can count on the Demon’s Wings’ support. The deal is done.”