6. Jafar #2
I turn on the water, test the temperature, and then strip.
Even with the time constraints in mind, I slow down, enjoying the way Yasmina’s eyes go wide with every piece of clothing I take off.
When I’m finally naked, I take her wrist and pull her into the shower.
There’s a tiled bench along one side of it, and that’s my goal.
I guide her down and crouch between her spread thighs. “Did you like Tink?”
She blinks. “Is that a trick question?”
I run my hands from her ankles up to her bruised knees and touch them gently. A quick kiss to each of them has her shaking in response. “It’s a question requiring an answer.”
Yasmina licks her bottom lip and allows me to arrange her on the very edge of the bench. “Tink is like one of those tiny, vicious dogs. She’s short, but she might be the meanest person I’ve ever met.”
“Mmm.” I squeeze her thighs, urging them wider. “And did you like her?”
“Yes…Daddy.” She says the word as if trying it out. Yasmina makes a face. “Why is that so sexy?”
“That’s an answer you have to figure out for yourself.” I mold my hands against her hips and up her waist to her full breasts. By now, she’s shaking with need. I’d like an entire night to acquaint myself with her body, her reactions, her .
We don’t have a night.
We have less than an hour.
I run my hands over her arms, noting the bruises on her elbows. I smooth a hand down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, parting my fingers to drag along either side of her pussy. “Are you going to be good tonight?”
She holds herself perfectly still, barely seeming to breathe. “I don’t know. I kind of enjoy being bad.”
“I’m aware.” I part her and idly run my thumb over her clit.
“Nothing wrong with enjoying the fight, but the importance of obedience cannot be overstated.” I finally meet her gaze.
“You think you can control things by pushing and snapping and drawing the reaction you want. You can’t.
You want something? Ask for it. When I feel like you’ve earned it, it will be my pleasure to give it to you. ”
She wets her lips again. “Okay, fine. I’ll play. Lick my pussy. Please.”
Got you.
I dip down and give her a long lick up the center.
Fuck, but she tastes divine. I should end it there, should prove my point, but I allow myself to suck her clit, to explore her with my mouth the same way I have with my hands.
Her thighs quiver on either side of my head, and fuck if I don’t love how she’s trying to be good and hold still, not wanting this to end any more than I do.
Unfortunately, we’re on a time limit.
I give her pussy one last thorough kiss. Enough to pull her to the edge but nowhere near enough to push her over. Then I raise my head. “Be a good girl tonight, and I’ll reward you.”
“You are such a bastard,” she whispers.
I push to my feet and pull her up to join me.
It’s quick work to soap her up and then wash her hair.
Another thing I’d enjoy taking more time with.
Another thing I have to put to the side for tonight.
For once, Yasmina doesn’t fight me. She just stands there and passively follows orders.
It won’t last, but if I wanted a passive submissive, I could have found one long before now.
I shut the shower off. “Get dressed and meet me at the front door in forty-five minutes.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She uses the term as a weapon, sugary sweet with a venomous center.
That’s my girl.
I scoop up my clothes and stalk out of the room, leaving her staring after me. The temptation to turn around, to drag her to bed and play out a new kind of game, is almost too much to resist. I have to maintain control, though. Tonight is too important.
The Underworld is a sex club, but it’s so much more complex than that.
Sex is one of its main attractions, yes, but power eclipses all else.
Every major player in Carver City has a membership there, and it’s where we conduct deals over drinks and occasionally a blow job.
No violence is allowed, on threat of expulsion and being eighty-sixed for all time.
All stand equal before the owner, Hades, and though the only territory he rules is the Underworld itself, he’s arguably the most powerful person in the city.
Bringing Yasmina there sends a clear message to everyone who matters. Balthazar is out. I’m the new ruler of his territory. It should also cut Ali off from anyone looking to ally themselves with him.
It’s more than that, though. I want to use our new standing to solidify power, yes, but I also want to see what Yasmina thinks of the club.
Even watching her reactions as we drove through the city was a revelation.
I can’t wait to see the way her eyes go wide, to see what gets her hot, to explore with her.
I stop in the middle of pulling on a clean pair of pants.
Yes, I can enjoy myself tonight, but I can’t afford to take my eyes from the prize. Getting lost in Yasmina, as appealing as it sounds, is not the endgame. In fact, it may just distract from the endgame.
I can’t afford to be distracted. Even by her.
Especially by her.