Page 61 of Jase
Bad.
Bad.
So bad. He could hurt me. Hell, I could hurt him.
Laying back, I lifted letting him pull down my panties. The devilish smile was immediate. As he began to lower, I eased my arm back up towards my chained wrist. I tried to imagine both hands being cuffed as he settled between my legs. His gaze stayed on mine while he dipped down, tracing his tongue from my clit to my entrance. Heat surged through my body at the pleasure. When his tongue pushed into me, my good hand tightened to the chain even more.
“Jase.”
He moaned, sucking against my folds; taking his time, fucking me even more with his tongue. My legs trembled as I tried not to come on the spot. He was good. Unbelievably so. His finger eased inside of me, stretching me wide. My mouth shot open, and I managed to hold in my pleas as he sucked over my clit.
“Jase. Jase, I.” My head lifted, realizing his eyes were still transfixed on me. They stayed watching, seeing everything. The intensity should have thrown warnings, but it didn’t. His energy called to me. It promised me security, ecstasy…possibly something darker.
“You like this.” The tip of his tongue flicked, sending my legs jolting through the building inferno. It wasn’t a question, and I knew he demanded an answer.
“Yes.”
“Then why are you holding back?”
Another digit entered me while he teased even more with slow licks.
“I don’t want to come yet. It feels too good.”
“I’m not talking about you coming.I know you’ll come. What I want is to hear you. The real you.You’re holding back. Are you being quiet because you’re afraid someone will hear?” His head lifted, and he pushed his fingers deep as he rose, leaning down to kiss me. He pulled back, thrusting as he continued. “They won’t. I want you to scream, baby. Yell, go wild if that’s what’s inside of you. Don’t you dare fucking rob either of us of your desire because you’re afraid. Short of a grenade going off, no one will hear a thing outside of this penthouse. Trust me. I’ve made sure of that.”
There it was. Those flags that insinuated on something darker. It was more than the aura he displayed from his gaze. Being safe and keeping people out was one thing. Soundproofing his place was quite another. My mind ran with scenarios as to why. Privacy? Torture? Had he been killing before I gave him reason to? Hadn’t he hinted to such? Questions swarmed, but they didn’t stick around. I wasn’t afraid of either answer. I should have been, but all I knew was that Jase had rescued me. He didn’t want to hurt me. A part of him needed me, and an even bigger part of me needed him.
“Alright. Okay.” I opened my legs even more. It was as if his command was a key, unlocking a new part of me. I yearned for this. I understood orders. I was good at following them.
“That’s it. Just like that, baby.”
He whispered against my lips as his thumb worked magic over my clit. The moan came naturally. Heat ignited again, and I let it build, giving myself over to the blissful burn, completely. The thrusts from his fingers were slow and steady, feeding the part of me that was so close to release. Back and forth my head shook. The continuous little whimpers turned into full-pledged begging as I tried to move faster against him.
“Yes. Yes. I can come, right? I want to come. Jase?”
Silence had my lids fluttering open. He was inches above me, still watching. Still taking in every little sound or movement I made.
“Can I come? Please?”
One second.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I bit my lip trying not to cry out as his lids narrowed even more. I was so close. I was walking the blade of the sharpest knife, and I was nearly begging at the top of my lungs for an answer. Again, I rotated my hips, crying out as I nearly unraveled.
“Come.”
Screams did leave me then. I jolted through the spasms at his command, kicking my legs out. I didn’t understand it, but I knew I needed more. More than an orgasm. More than his fingers. More than pleasure.
“Jesus.”
Jase made something between a moan and a groan as he waited for me to become still. The moment I let out a sigh, his fingers withdrew, going right into his mouth. As he sucked on the digits, I was left feeling emptier than before we’d started. I lifted my injured arm towards him, confused when he shook his head and stepped off the bed. There was a wildness in his stare. One that sent chills racing down my heated skin.
“Did I do something wrong? I tried not to hold back.”
