Chapter 10 #2
What does he want with me? He doesn’t grab my wrist and pull me onto him; he’s waiting for me to follow his instructions, and I’m not sure I want to.
His brow rises, challenging me to defy him.
I should. I stand, tossing up my options.
But I don’t want to leave his side. This is the fucked-up thing with him.
I stay. With shaky legs, I move to sit on his lap.
“Not always such a brat.” His voice is a low rumble in my ear, it makes my stomach flip. And I go to stand again, over this shit already. But he wraps an arm around my middle, stopping me. And that sends my heart into overdrive.
He picks up a remote and flicks on the flat-screen TV in front of us. The same surveillance screens I saw come up in his club flash onto the screen. “You want help with your work?” I ask, trying to work out what on earth he wants with me right now.
He presses a hand to my front, so I’m forced to lie back on him, his body a comforting warmth it shouldn’t be right now when I’m mad at him.
“You wanted to know what happens at my bar, and you have bitten into my work time with all your huffing and puffing.” He flicks to one of the black scenes and a couple flashes up in a darkened room.
“So how about a lesson instead?” The woman is bent over a black leather bolster, her ass bare, her hands bound at her back with some type of cuff, her ankles attached to the legs of the bolster.
The man is in a dark suit and holds a paddle of some sort, slapping it against the palm of his hand as he walks by her.
I swallow the lump now lodged in my throat. “Are you allowed to watch this?” I ask, half turned on, half mortified, because I know this is playing out in real time, and it feels all kinds of wrong that I can see it. “This seems like a massive invasion of their privacy.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “He’s a client of mine, breaking in a new sub, and wants some pointers. So yes, I have permission to watch their scene.”
I glance over my shoulder at him. “You’re like a coach for the doms?” A sentence I never thought I would say.
His lips twist up at the sides, and a shadowy delight dances in his eyes. “Don’t look so horrified.”
“I’m not horrified. I’m curious, I guess.”
“Watch,” he demands, moving me so I’m forced to look back at the screen and not at him.
The man brings the paddle down onto her ass. She hardly flinches, even though it leaves a pink mark on her ass cheek. As he repeats the action, I see her lips moving silently as she counts along with him. “Is this what you want to do to me?” my voice shakes out. “I’m not going to let you hurt me.”
“There are lots of different types of punishment, flower.” Why is there so much delight in his voice as he says those words?
“You want to hurt me?” I ask, confused.
“I want you to submit to me and trust me in every way. Yes, some of the punishments will hurt, but I will bring you overwhelming pleasure as well. Like when we stayed here last time. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
I purse my lips, not sure how much I want to give away. Yes, I enjoyed our time together. It was hot in a way I had never experienced before. But that doesn’t mean I want him to hurt me. “This is what she was talking about, wasn’t it?” I whimper.
“Who?” he growls.
“Olivia.” Her name drips off my tongue like poison.
I didn’t even really get a good look at her, but I hate her.
She’s his ex, and I know they had something I will never be able to offer him.
I promised myself I would never bring this up with him, but I can’t help it.
“She said I wasn’t the right girl for you, and you would get bored of me and go back to her. ”
I feel his whole body stiffen under me as every muscle clenches. “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping. It’s a terrible habit that will get you killed.”
I huff out a laugh. Is he kidding me? “That’s what you took out of my comment.
You’re unbelievable. I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was stuck in a hospital bed waking up from a coma.
You’re the one who let her into our room,” I spit back, his authoritarian attitude getting on my nerves.
And it’s nearly impossible to argue with him while I can’t even see his face and we’re sitting like this.
“If you were listening, then you know I have no intention of going back to her. What we had was in the past. Olivia is bitter I moved on, that’s all.”
I try to look back at him, but this time he moves his arm, holding me in place so I can’t see his face.
The distance he creates between us gets under my skin.
His every action just proves me right. “But we both know she’s right.
I’m not what you need. I have no idea about any of this kinky stuff you’re into, and I’m not sure I want to know. ”
“You will know what I teach you,” he grumbles as if it’s so damn simple. “Keep your eyes on the screen, flower, this is a lesson you should learn.”
Tears choke up my throat. I’m trying to be real with him, and all he’s focused on is the couple on the screen. “Jagger, I’m serious, what if I can’t be who you want me to be?”
He leans in, his lips brushing ever so lightly over my shoulder. “You will be, sweetheart.”
I will be? Is he even listening to me? But something in the deliberate way he places kisses down the side of my neck has me melting into his body, when I know I should be getting up and leaving.
I don’t want his rules and his punishments.
I want him, the real him, the guy who started to open up to me after he punished me and fucked me like he hated me.
He’s inside someplace, but he’s only ever shown me small glimpses.
With nowhere else to look, the couple on the screen demand my attention. He has his hands gripping her hair tightly at the back of her head as she sucks his cock. It’s rough and erotic as hell, sending a pool of moisture between my legs. I don’t think I can be that girl for him.
“I won’t touch you, not yet.” His voice ghosts over my ear as his hand snakes around my front and laces around my neck, firm but not painful, like he’s just holding me in place so close to him. “Let’s see how well you can follow my instructions.”
“Okay,” I murmur, so damn turned on with just the pressure of his hard cock under me, his voice in my ear and the show on the screen in front of us. I’m not sure I want this, but I want him, and I know he comes with this whole fucked-up side of him.
“Slide your hand between your thighs and play with that perfect pussy for me.”
I groan and slide my pussy over his cock straining against his jeans, the rough pressure too good already.
My hand moves up my thigh and between my legs slowly, not sure if I should be doing this or not.
When I get there, I find my pussy is slick with my arousal.
My fingers glide through my folds easily.
“That’s it,” he growls, and I’m sure I feel him grow harder.
I slide my pussy over him, knowing I’m making his jeans all wet, but he doesn’t seem to care, and it feels too good for me to stop.
My fingers slide through my juices, rubbing over my clit.
It’s swollen and so sensitive that a shiver runs right through my body.
How can this be turning me on so terribly?
The couple on the TV change positions, and he has her on her back, legs spread out wide. His hand around her throat. He fucks her hard and fast. She looks utterly blissful as she cries for more, tears streaming down her face.
“Does my flower like being a voyeur?”
“No…” I lie, and his hand tightens around my throat in warning. “Yes,” I whimper. Damn it, how can he do that? Read me so well I can’t lie to him.
“You just broke a rule.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, a flush of heat coming over me.
His hand loosens its grip, sliding down my body. “You will be.” He grips my breast through the fabric of the T-shirt, squeezing. “Push two fingers deep inside that tight little cunt and then bring them up to my mouth. I need to taste you.”
I moan as I do as I’m told, gasping as I slide my fingers into my core. My pussy pulses, wanting more, but I take them out just as quickly, looking over my shoulder at Jagger as he takes them in his mouth.
He curls his tongue around my fingers and sucks. “Fuck,” he growls when I pull my fingers free. He flicks off the screen. His hands moving to my hips, he picks me up and places me back on the coffee table facing him. “Spread your legs.”
My cheeks glow with heat. I’m frozen to the spot with the intense way he’s looking at me.
He raises a challenging brow. “Are you going to disobey me? You’re already in a lot of trouble, flower. Are you willing to push it further?”
I shake my head frantically. “No.”
“Then open up for me.” He motions with his hands for me to widen my legs.
This time I do, the T-shirt rises, and I know he can see my pussy on full display for him.
His eyes burn into me, their intensity like a scorching fire. “Take it off.”
I tug at the bottom of Cruz’s T-shirt and pull it over my head, discarding it on the floor.
His lips curl into a cruel smirk, the corners tilting up in pure self-satisfaction. “Play with yourself. Don’t cum!” He undoes the zipper on his jeans, releasing his massive erection, stroking his hand up and down his shaft as he watches me.
I swallow the lump in my throat, not sure how I obey him right now when I’m already trembling all over with a desperate need to fall apart for him.
Having eyes on me is something I was getting used to, working at the club, but it was never like this.
The tension between us is so thick, I can hardly breathe.
Pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock, and I can’t help but lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Instead, I toy with my clit, rubbing over my most sensitive spot. My other hand moves to my breasts, plucking at my nipple, putting on a show just for him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He strokes back and forth more aggressively this time.
“I want to taste you.” I almost beg him, not able to stand the distance between us anymore.
He shakes his head, his rejection jarring. “Stretch yourself for me.” He takes my hand and moves it, helping me push two fingers deep inside. “How many can you take?”
Oh fuck. I push in a third. “Three.”
“You can take more for me.”
“Jagger,” I whimper his name, not sure if it’s a warning or a plea. I’m so out of it right now I don’t know what I want.
“Show me four, sweetheart.”
I lean back onto the table, adjusting my position so I can spread my legs wider. I ease my fingers inside, stretching myself for him. I’m so slippery, the four fingers glide in. I cry out, trying not to cum when I’m so damn turned on.
“That’s it, flower, fuck, your cunt looks so good all stretched out and glistening for me.” His hand movements are more deliberate now, like he’s punishing himself.
“Jagger, I’m going to cum.”
His eyes lock with mine. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he groans, thick spurts of liquid spilling from him and onto his hand. His hand comes to mine, stopping me from moving, and I think he’s going to take over and give me what I need. “That’s enough.”
“What?” I gape back at him, my pussy throbbing, so desperate for a release.
He leans in. “Not all punishments will cause you pain,” he whispers, deprived and low enough to make me want to slap him.
“You can’t leave me like this,” I whimper.
“My rules, I can do anything I want.” He stands, glaring down at me like the motherfucker I know he is. He zips up his pants. “I’m going to take a shower.” He turns and strides toward the door.
“I’m going to find Asher and Cruz. Pretty sure they will be more than happy to help me out,” I snap back under my breath.
His dark chuckle fills the room. “Try it, flower, see how well that goes down.” Then he’s gone, and I’m left staring at his back as he moves away.
Fucker. How can he make me want him and hate him at the same damn time?
My body is alight, tight and tense all over.
I need release, but I’m not prepared to push it.
I know he’s keeping his distance because I’m not well enough to take whatever it is he has planned for me.
Pain, I’m sure of it. Today was just a test, and right now, I don’t want to do anything to make him change his mind.
I’m not sure I’m ready for Jagger like this.
Maybe his cop friend is right, and I never will be.