Asshole.
“Please,” I beg. “I need to come so badly.”
He gives me a sympathetic smile. “I know you do.”
He resumes the vibrations against my clit, but only for a few seconds. My pussy throbs with need.
“Please, please, please,” I say. “I’ll do anything you want!”
“Of course you will. You don’t really have a choice.”
I let his words sink in. What does he mean by that? Is he suggesting he’s not going to honor the safeword?
“I could have my friends come down and fuck you to pieces,” he explains. “Host a party and put you on display, let all the attendees feel you up, inspect your holes, and cover you with cum. Maybe I’ll sell you to the highest bidder.”
He stares at me with a graveness I don’t expect, like he actually means what he says as opposed to painting a scenario to arouse me.
“Would you like that, princess?”
Not sure if he’s being serious, I reply, “Maybe.”
“You know there’s nothing to stop me from selling you into the sex trade. Pretty thing like you with a taste for kink could net some good change.”
He’s joking. He’s too rich to need to do anything like that.
When I look away in thought, he grabs my jaw to turn me back to him. “Or I could keep you for myself. Make you a bona fide sex slave. Trust me, it’s not as much fun when it’s not a fantasy. This shit actually happens in real life.”
Okay, now he’s beginning to creep me out a little. His statements remind me that Chase is probably sitting in his car, wishing I’d hurry up and let him know when we can get back home. I should probably text him an update in case he’s worried. For the first time ever, I’m kind of glad my dad has a bodyguard on me. If it weren’t for Chase, and what Jack describes is real, then I’d be in serious trouble. Bound to a cage, naked, I’m completely at Jack’s mercy.
As if he can see my realization, Jack lets go of me and looks satisfied. He places the vibrator back at my clit. “What have you learned?”
Learned? I don’t get it. Did he say what he did to arouse me or freak me out? Why would he be trying to teach me anything?
Turning off the vibrator, he slaps me a few times. “Answer the question.”
“Not to trust assholes,” I reply.
“And how do you know if a guy is an asshole? Did you know I was one?”
I stare deep into his eyes. They’re so dark, and he’s so hard to read. “Are you one?”
“Yes, I am.”
A shiver runs up my spine. My pulse has quickened. “Sooo, all that stuff you just said, you mean it? You’d sell me to someone?”
He doesn’t answer right away, which makes me more nervous.
“You’re not ready,” he replies. “You have a lot more training to go through.”
He’s kidding. He’s got to be kidding.
He turns on the vibrator and runs it up and down my clit. Though my arousal took a dip, it quickly returns. With his other hand, he massages a breast. Ilovehaving his warm, strong hands on my body. Some men might as well have paws for hands, but all of Jack’s grips, all his caresses, feel spot-on. And even though I wouldn’t actually want to go through any of what he described, the fantasy of it turns me on, especially the one about being his sex slave.
“Please, Sir, can I come?” I ask as politely as I can. “I’ll take care of that hard-on for you really good.”
But a knock on the door interrupts us.
A voice says through the door. “Andrian’s trying to reach you.”