Chapter 2 #2
I looked at his hands, which still held my wrists in place. “So how does this work then? Am I supposed to obey your every command?”
Jake shook his head. “Not at all. You’re the one who draws the boundaries, and I lead within those confines.”
I didn’t exactly understand, but some crazy part of me wanted to trust him, so I nodded.
“We need a safe word,” Jake explained. “So that if you need to stop or take a break, you can use it to inform me.”
It sounded like he had experience with this kind of thing. Which, if he had, made me trust him that much more.
“Have you done this kind of thing before?”
“I have,” Jake confirmed. “I've also handled your type before.”
I rolled my eyes at that. There he went again, going on about ‘my type’ and whatever. “And what might that be?”
His smile turned wicked. “A brat, of course.”
I had no idea what a brat meant in the context of domination, but I sure as hell didn’t like that he had called me one. I let it go, because honestly, I just wanted to get to the fun part already.
I had had enough with the talking. “Our safeword will be…”
“Red?” he offered.
I wrinkled my nose. “That works, even if it lacks some creative flair.”
That made him chuckle, which I found I didn’t hate hearing.
He let go of my wrists and instead took my face in his hands. He had a small, amused smile. His gaze danced over mine. “Promise me you’ll at least try to be compliant?”
I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise I’ll be perfectly obedient,” I said with a careless shrug. “It totally depends on how good of a Dom you are.”
His heavy, lidded gaze returned as a response to my sass. “I love it when you act so bratty.”
Heat flared down low. For a moment, I was frozen with the intensity of his words. Bratty? He liked it?
I had never heard anyone say something like that before.
Hell, I couldn’t even be mad, because he hadn’t meant it as an insult. He genuinely looked like he meant it as a compliment.
“Um, thanks?”
I guess we had nothing left to discuss, given that his mouth came crashing over mine.
He kissed me with a certain roughness, making me wonder if he had been holding back earlier.
I leaned into the sensation, kissing him back just as messily, finding that the roughness of his mouth was exactly what I wanted right now.
The heat of our breaths mixed with our labored sounds. I couldn’t stop feeling him up, gliding my hands all over his skin.
His body heat was intense, as though he was made of literal fire.
Jake’s lips attacked my neck next. I gasped as his teeth pressed against my skin, sending a delicious flutter of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I raked my fingers through his hair as he groaned, sucking on the racing pulse in my neck.
That was definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow morning, but the pain, I found, was not entirely unwelcome, and in fact, my body craved more.
“Take off your pants,” I whispered. “I want to taste you.”
“Say ‘please’,” he rumbled against my neck. “And I’ll consider it.”
I had almost forgotten that we were playing that kind of game, completely distracted by our heated exchange.
I didn’t ask fast enough, so he bit down on my neck.
I cried out in pain. “Ah—”
“Dawson,” he growled my name, which I found insanely sexy. “Say ‘please’.”
“P-please,” I tried, testing how the word tasted in my mouth.
It felt totally foreign. It was a word I almost never used.
Jake smirked, kissing the spot he had just bitten. “Not used to niceties, are you?”
“Not really,” I answered honestly.
He flashed me a dark, devious smile. “Well, I think the word ‘please’ suits you.”
My cheeks burned even more. I didn’t know how else to respond to yet another one of his strange compliments.
He stepped back from the counter, undoing his belt buckle. “What are you waiting for then? Get on your knees.”
My heart stuttered at the command. I slid down from the counter and lowered myself to the floor, exactly as he had asked. I was surprised at how easy it was to obey him. Did some part of me actually enjoy this?
He unzipped his pants, shoving both layers of fabric down to his mid-thighs, and revealing his monstrous cock.
Alright, so, monstrous was a bit of a wild thing to think, but it was, like, big.
Like, big big.
“Open,” he said with one hand on his cock and the other grabbing me by the jaw.
I parted my lips as he pulled me closer to his massive heat. My lips pressed against the tip of his head, and I opened wider to take him inside.
As I glanced up at him, and when our gazes met, I almost melted in a puddle of heat. He looked so damn threatening, with his body towering over me.
I slurped down on his length, taking him in as deep as my throat would let me.
Jake settled in with a slow, raspy sound, closing his eyes. With a firm hold on my jaw and light-handed guidance, he started gliding my head up and down his cock.
Fresh tears stung at the corner of my eyes each time he settled against the back of my throat.
“Mmph—” I slapped his thigh.
With his eyes still closed, he said, “Slap three times if you need to stop.”
I didn’t want to stop, so I didn’t hit him again.
He continued, and his cock grew even harder with each thrust down my throat.
“Ah shit—” Jake cussed. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, Dawson.”
Not as good as you taste, was what I wished I could say.