Lights flip on the second we step inside. I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s a relatively normal looking bedroom. Jafar clears his throat, and I drag my attention to him. He points to a series of switches next to the door. “You control the transparency of the wall here.” His finger moves to the red button. “Panic button. It will bring Hades’s people running.” He points to a camera tucked into the corner of the room. “Once your membership passes the three-month mark, you have the option of turning off the camera while you play.”
“My membership.”
His lips quirk. “Starts tonight.”
A lot of information to process, but I allow it to slide away for when I’m alone. Right now, it’s easier to focus on Jafar and what he expects of me. To anticipate my reward.
He leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. “Your reward, your choice, baby girl. How do you want to play this?”
I open my mouth to tell him that he’s ruining the fantasy, but it’s not the truth. He’s giving me a choice, a clear choice. He has been since the beginning, even if it suited my purposes to pretend otherwise. Part of me still wants to push him, to make him choose so I don’t have to. The rest of me knows Jafar won’t let me get away with that. I lick my lips, gathering the shreds of my courage. “Make me, Daddy.”
His dark eyes flare hot enough to scald me to the core, but he doesn’t move. “Remind me of your safe word.”
Remind myself, he means. “Rajah,” I whisper. The thrill I get out of the fight, out of telling him no, is unparalleled, but it only works if there’s no miscommunication between us. I know that. I’ve always known that.
I take a step back and he pushes off the wall, stalking toward me. My heart leaps in fear and desire. Yes, this. This is what I need. Him chasing me down and fucking me back to safe ground. I step out of my heels and pick up my skirt so I won’t trip on it. There isn’t much space to maneuver in this room. I have to get the bed between us.
I bolt right as he grabs for me. He catches my skirt and yanks me back a step, but I’m not going down so quickly. I jerk away, ripping the fragile fabric. The sound only makes me hotter. Wetter.
He sees it. Of course he sees it. His grin is nearly feral. “I’m going to rip that dress right off your body.”
“You’re going to try.” I scramble back to the edge of the bed, only then realizing what a poor plan this was.
Or a brilliant one.
He’s on me before I reach the corner of the mattress. Instead of tackling me, Jafar hooks an arm around my waist and tosses me onto the bed. I land and flop onto my back, aiming a kick at his head. He laughs. The bastard laughs. I kick out again, and this time I make contact right in the center of his chest.
Too late, I realize he allows it.
Chapter 11
Jasmine
Jafar grabs me behind my knees and drags me to the edge of the bed. I fight, need spiking every time he overpowers me. He flips me onto my stomach and jerks me half off the bed so my toes barely touch the ground. He kicks my feet wide and steps between my thighs before I can close them. I curse and wriggle, but he’s got me pinned by the back of the neck before I can move an inch. “Sloppy, baby girl. You gave me more of a fight last time.”
“Fuck you!”
He rips my dress up the back, baring me from the waist down, and delivers a stinging slap to first one cheek and then the other. “The proper response is ‘Fuck you, Daddy.’”
“Fuck you, Daddy.” It doesn’t come out as sharp as I’d like. Instead, it’s dangerously close to a moan. In my current position, I’m helpless. I can’t touch the floor enough to leverage myself away, not with my legs spread like this. Not with his hand on the back of my neck, pressing down just enough that I can’t escape.
“You’ve been bad, baby girl.” He delivers another stinging slap to my ass, the spike of pain shooting directly to my clit. “I should put you over my knee for that alone.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Do it.
His dark laugh is my only answer. “You keep telling me no, but your pussy is telling me yes.” He shoves two fingers into me, not easing me into it. I cry out. I can’t help it. Just like I can’t help spreading my legs wider yet and arching my back to offer myself to him. To allow him deeper. His thumb presses against my ass, a pressure that makes me freeze on instinct. “Do you know what I thought about when I saw you walking in the halls of your father’s house?”