Chapter 30
Cassie wokeup wrapped in Jesse’s arms. His warm body pressed against hers, sending prickles of awareness to her core.
He was still sleeping. His chest rising and falling with each breath. They’d been up late the night before.
She pressed a kiss to his neck and started to move away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was deeper than usual.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He peeked one eye open. “Start the shower. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
It was then Cassie remembered that today, she was at his mercy. She was to serve him, all day. Did that mean she was going to have to kneel to take a shower?
She scrambled off the bed and padded to the bathroom to take care of business. After washing her hands, she turned the water on in the shower, allowing it to heat up.
The bathroom door opened, and Jesse strolled in. He walked over to the toilet and relieved himself, not seeming to mind she was watching.
Jesse didn’t comment as he finished up and headed into the shower. He held out his hand toward her, and she took it, letting him lead her into the spray.
Turning her so her back was to the water, he wet her hair, then took a step back. He moved her out of the water and reached for the shampoo bottle.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands in her hair. He was careful around the tender spot on her head but made sure to remove any dried blood from the area.
He rinsed the suds from her hair before squeezing a large glob of conditioner into his hand. She could stand here all day if he continued to touch her like this, his fingers massaging her scalp.
Once the conditioner was on, he focused on washing her body, taking his time as he worked over her skin from head to toe. She was a ball of nerves by the time he was done. All she needed was a little pressure on her clit and she’d explode.
But he didn’t touch her there. Not like she wanted him to.
He used the detachable shower head to rinse between her legs, opening her folds so he could clean her, but it was all very clinical. The only attention her clit got was when the water hit it as he moved it over her skin. It wasn’t enough to do anything but tease her.
Jesse replaced the shower head and rinsed her hair before shifting her to the side and wetting his own hair. He lathered his head with shampoo, rinsed, then picked up the conditioner. She didn’t know what to do. “Would you like me to wash you, Sir?”
He rinsed his hair before answering her. “You can wash me after.”
“After?”
He reached behind her and tossed what looked like a garden mat onto the tile in front of him. “On your knees.”
Cassie looked down at the mat, then lowered herself onto it. She’d been wondering when her punishment would start. Although she wasn’t sure how sucking his cock would be viewed as punishment. She enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth. Loved hearing his breathy moans as she pleasured him.
His erection stood proud, pointing directly at her. She wasted no time circling her fingers around his base, opening her lips, and taking him inside.
Jesse put one hand at the base of her neck. He cupped her cheek with the other, careful to avoid her tender spots. His thumb grazed the side of her face as she bobbed her head, rubbing her tongue against his length.
Her clit was pulsing with need as she serviced him. She was so horny, she wanted to reach between her legs and relieve the pressure.
With her free hand, Cassie went to touch herself.
“No.” His grip tightened on her neck.
She froze.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.”
Cassie balled her hand into a fist and pressed it against her leg. She began bobbing her head along his erection again, but it must not have been to his satisfaction because he started moving his hips, driving his cock into her mouth faster and harder. She was having trouble keeping up with the pace.
She concentrated on her breathing as he used her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat and she tried her best not to gag. Then he was coming down her throat, the saltiness coating her tongue.
Jesse pulled out of her, his erection softening. He tilted her head up, making her look at him. His thumbs brushed the tears from her cheeks—tears she hadn’t realized had fallen.
He helped her to stand, then handed her the soap. “You may wash me now.”
Blindly, she ran the soap over his body. She could still taste him, her sex still aching with need. When she washed his cock, he stood stoically while she did it, as if it were no big deal for her to have her hands on him—as if he hadn’t been in her mouth minutes before.
When she finished soaping up his feet, he helped her to stand once more and leaned into the water to rinse. He made sure her hands were free of soap, then turned off the water.
Jesse was waiting with a towel when she exited the shower. She felt self-conscious, exposed. More so than she’d ever felt with him.
He dried them both, then went to his closet to dress. She had a feeling she’d be left naked for the day, and she’d been right. Sort of.
After dressing himself, he disappeared into his closet for a few minutes. When he returned, he held a pair of red heels in one hand and something she couldn’t make out in the other.
He set the heels in front of her and offered a hand to steady her as she slipped them on. They were taller than she was used to, which made her feel unsteady. Jesse was patient, allowing her time to adjust to them before releasing his hold on her.
It was then he opened his other hand, letting her see what else he’d brought with him from the closet. It looked to be two red hearts. She didn’t get to look too closely, though, before he began securing the first one to her right nipple.
With that in place, he moved on to her left nipple. It was only then she got a good look at what he was putting on her. They looked like drop earrings, but instead of studs at the top to go through your ears, they had loops that went around her nipple.
He finished securing the second one, then backed away from her several paces to observe her from head to toe. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, but she was also positive he wasn’t concerned with her feelings right now.
They moved into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wood floor as she trailed behind him. He stopped in front of the table and patted the top. “Sit here and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy while I make us breakfast.”
Cassie hopped onto the table. She opened her legs, but they weren’t wide enough for his liking. “Lean back on your elbows.”
She complied—the new position causing her back to arch and her chest to push forward.
“Hm. Almost there.” Jesse lifted her legs, bending them and setting her feet on top of the table. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy on full display. “That’s better,” he muttered before turning his back on her and going to get something out of the refrigerator.
She stayed there until he’d finished cooking, then he helped her to stand. Again, he made sure she was steady before letting her go. He placed a pillow beside his chair and had her kneeling at his feet. The tiny hearts swung from her nipples, reminding her they were there.
He speared a piece of melon on his fork and held it in front of her mouth. She opened her lips, and he fed it to her. It was strangely sensual having him feed her like that. Not to mention, the cool air wafting over her naked body. She was both turned on and self-conscious at the same time.
After they’d finished eating, he cleaned up and moved them to his study. “Wait here.”
He left her standing naked beside his desk. She had no idea what he had planned for her today and she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to love it.
A few moments later, he returned with the coffee table. He placed it a few feet in front of his desk, turned the opposite way.
Cassie knew what was coming before he said it. “Lie down on the coffee table and spread your pussy for me. I want to enjoy the view while I work.”
She lay down, her back flat this time, and propped her heels on the edge of the table. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, but she was so embarrassed she wanted to hide.
Jesse stood over her, gazing down at her body. He ran a single finger down her torso but stopped at her bellybutton. “Why are you here?”
Cassie swallowed. “Because I disobeyed you and put myself in danger.”
He looked her over once more, then walked to his desk and took a seat. She stayed in that position while he checked his email and made a couple of calls. He’d ignored her for the most part, but every now and then she’d feel his gaze on her.
She had no idea how long she’d lain there before he addressed her. “Go get me some water and make me some popcorn. I need a snack.”
He was talking to her. There was no one else in the room.
Cassie closed her legs and turned to put her feet on the ground before sitting up. Her legs were a little stiff from being in the same position for so long, but it wasn’t too bad. The worst part was her nipples. They’d been hard this entire time and even the slightest movement was sending little zings to her clit.
When she returned with his snack, he began eating it without any instruction on what she was supposed to do. She felt lost. Was she supposed to stay standing there or go back to the coffee table?
She wanted to ask but decided against it. He was proving a point. She was starting to get it, and it was making her feel even worse than she had before.
At ten thirty, Jesse closed his laptop, moved it to the side and pushed back from his chair. He lifted her up and set her on top of his desk.
He stood, towering over her, a hungry look in his eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat and that primal need clenched deep in her belly. She knew that look. Knew what it meant.
His lips crashed over hers, his tongue plunging inside her mouth. He cupped her breast, kneading it and brushing his thumb over the already sensitive tip. It reminded her of the time he took her against the wall. It was raw and full of need.
With his other hand, he inserted two fingers into her pussy. She spread her legs open for him, needing his touch more than she could explain. But all too soon, it was gone. He was gone.
She opened her eyes, and he was already rolling on a condom. He lined himself up and pushed his hips forward. “You’re calling your doctor tomorrow. I’m tired of these fucking condoms.”
Her pussy throbbed, needing more of him. “Yes, Sir.”
He pushed her back onto his desk, digging his fingers into her hips as he took what he wanted. He fucked her hard, bouncing her against the desk until he found his release. Not once going near her clit.
Again, her body was humming, even more than it had been before, and she was being denied.
She knew why. He’d told her this would be punishment, but she hadn’t truly understood what he’d meant until now. This was torture. Not in the traditional way. Not because of physical pain, but because she wanted to be his in every way. To feel the connection with him as they both found release. Both found pleasure in each other.
By putting herself in danger, she’d disregarded that connection. She’d disregarded him.
Cassie spent the rest of the morning at his feet, resting her head in his lap. He hadn’t required it, but she’d needed to feel close to him and his only reaction was to run a hand over her head in much the same way one would pet a cat.
Jesse made them lunch, then moved to the couch. He brought the coffee table back to the living room and had her lying on it while he worked on his laptop. Later in the day, he had a conversation with Craig and his dad. She’d only heard one side of the conversation, but she didn’t get the impression any of them were happy.
It was almost four when he finished his last call. She stayed where she was, unsure what came next. The workday wasn’t technically over, but he’d made no move to call anyone else or reach for his laptop.
“Come here.”
She rose from her perch on the coffee table and went to him. He had her lying down on the couch, her head in his lap. She snuggled against him, needing to feel his touch.
His fingers trailed down her arm, tickling her skin before traveling back up again. Over and over, he did this until goose bumps started to form.
“Crystal agreed to a DNA test.”
“How do you feel about that?” She’d been quiet for most of the day, not speaking unless he asked her a direct question.
“I don’t know. Glad, I guess. I want answers and this is how we get them.”
She nodded.
His hand strayed from her arm to her breast, absentmindedly massaging her. “How are you doing?”
Cassie tried to ignore the way her body came to life. She’d been wet all day, and he hadn’t allowed her any release. “Fine.”
He chuckled. “Even I know that when a woman says she’s fine, she’s anything but.”
That made her laugh, but it was short-lived. He tugged at the nipple jewelry she was wearing, and a surge of energy went directly to her clit. “Please don’t tease me, Sir. I’m not sure I can take any more.”
Instead of stopping, he did it again, this time on the other nipple. “Are you wet for me, Cass?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does your pussy want to be fucked?”
She pressed her legs together, looking for some kind of relief even though she knew she wouldn’t get it. Not from that anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
He helped her to sit up and straddle him. “I need you to tell me if this is what you want. Not just the sex, but this kind of relationship. With me.”
Cassie had a lot of time to think over the course of the day. Even though it had been humiliating being on display as she had been, the worst of it was when he ignored her. When he used her and seemed to discard her. It had driven the point home. “Yes. I want to be yours.”
He nodded. “Unzip my slacks and take out my cock.”
She did as he instructed. He lifted his hips, allowing her to free his erection.
Out of nowhere, he handed her a condom and she rolled it down his length. She could feel the heat from her pussy radiating against his thighs.
Jesse lifted her up and set her down on his cock. He felt bigger like this but still so very right. She’d never get over how wonderful it felt having him inside her.
“Ride me,” he said, leaning back against the couch, his arms at his sides.
Cassie lifted herself up, then sank back down, reveling in the feel of him stretching her. She braced her hands on his shoulders and her eyes drifted shut.
“Look at me, Cass. I want to see you when you take me into you. I want you to know who you belong to.”
“I know who I belong to.”
“Say it.” His voice was possessive.
“I belong to you.”
He took hold of her hips again, digging his fingers into her skin. “And you won’t put yourself in danger again.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “No, Sir. I won’t put myself in danger again.”
Jesse kissed her hard, using one hand to hold her head in place while the other guided their movements. He was lifting his hips at the same time he was driving hers downward, their bodies crashing into one another.
Cassie felt her climax building. She hoped he wouldn’t leave her hanging again, but she had no way of knowing. His mouth dominated hers, taking it to the point she could barely breathe.
A deep rumble vibrated from his chest right before he stiffened. She whimpered, knowing he’d climaxed and fearing he was going to leave her wanting again. Then she felt his thumb on her clit. “Come.”
His sharp command was all it took. Her body had been coiled tight from all the teasing he’d done throughout the day, and it burst with so much force it was almost painful. She cried out, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her orgasm rocked through her.
Jesse covered her mouth with his, capturing her scream. Pleasure rippled through her, seeming to go on and on.
He held her tight until her orgasm had subsided. She buried her face in his neck, trying to regulate her breathing again. Her body was coated with sweat, and now that she wasn’t frantic with need, she was getting cold.
As if reading her mind, Jesse stood. She wrapped her legs around him, not caring where they were going, just knowing she didn’t want to let go of him.
They ended up in his bathroom. He turned on the shower, not releasing her, and waited for the water to heat before carrying her inside. “Baby, I need to get rid of the condom. Put your feet down on the tile.”
She let her legs fall, but she didn’t release him.
Jesse chuckled as he untangled her arms from around his neck. He gave her a kiss. “Two seconds.”
He left her in the shower so he could dispose of the condom and his clothes. A few seconds later, he was back. He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against him.
His hands were gentle against her skin as he washed her. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her lips. She felt cared for and loved.
She looked up at him, knowing this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. “I love you.”
Jesse brought their mouths together for another lingering kiss. “I love you, too, baby. Always.”