Page 66 of Jerk
I own her.
Reaching for that choker, I pull her open lips closer, just so she’s grazing mine with hers. A spark erupts that makes her jolt back, but I keep her close, tightening my grip on the chain.
“Spread those pretty legs for me.” She shakes her head, but she doesn’t grunt. So I part those legs with my knee, making sure to press it against her warm centre. Another soft sound leaves her as my abs tighten, savouring the way she stares into my eyes when I push harder. That glare softens as her hips start to work with me. “You should’ve answered my texts, Hannah. You should’ve spoken to me when we had the chance.”
Removing my knee, I release the choker and glide my hands up her calves, to her thigh, pushing up her dress. It’s impossible not to bring my lips to her warm skin, planting soft kisses on herthigh while I grip the other. Then I replace my knee with two fingers against those nude lace panties. Warm. Damp. Mine.
My eyes graze up her body, her chest heaving. Her eyes glance around, but I want them back on me.
“Let them watch, Kitten. Let them see what you’re so afraid of.” My fingers find her clit, rubbing it in circles until her legs fall open. Perfect. I settle the toy between her legs, the vibration shaking her thighs as she squirms. As she loses that bit of control. She closes her legs, releasing a long moan. “Don’t fight it.” Raising the vibrations gets her head to fall back, her body writhing against the bulbous head of the toy. “You wanted to show how much control you had over me on campus.” I remind her. “You want control? Then control yourself.”
Flicking the toy off, her head pops up, those honeyed eyes on mine again. She looks conflicted, glancing between the party and me, but I don’t see anyone else.
She says something, the gag stopping her words from escaping.
“What’s that?” Flicking the toy on again, her cheeks redden, and she can’t hide that filthy need inside of her if she tried. She writhes against the vibrator, her legs opening and closing around it. “Look at how needy you are. Look at how desperate I get you.” Moving behind her, I drop my head to her ear and I make sure she hears every word. “Tell them you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, so I stop the vibrations. Her body slumps forward, her legs falling further apart. When I start the toy again, those eyes come right back to me.
“That’s it,” I chuckle. “Look who’s controlling you. Look at who’s in charge.”
Her skin, flushed and dewy, reminds me of every single time I’ve had her against my body. She rocks her hips, her head falling back as another moan escapes under that gag.
Stopping the toy, I tug on her leash. “Unh, unh.” Moving closer to her face, I tip her chin so she looks at me. “I want you to see who’s making you squirm, understand?”
She shakes her head again. Such a fucking brat. That only makes me grin as I start the toy again. My fingers on each side of her face, I force her to look at me as she grinds her body against that toy.
“Let me guess…” I stare into those dilated eyes, shimmering under the lights. “You wish you were grinding against my cock right now, don’t you?” I lower my lips to her ear again. “I’m so hard for you, Hannah. I wish you could feel it.” She moans at my words, and I stop the toy again.
She keeps moving her hips, letting out a long, needy moan. Like she’s whining for more. Whining forme.
“You’re fucked, Rowen.”
It’s too easy to ignore that voice right now, goosebumps rising on her skin, her thighs trembling.
“What’s that?” I lift her chin back up to me. “You want more?” I tap the toy on and off, her body responding with each strong pulse. I can see her trying to pull from her restraints, and that only makes me chuckle more. “Be a good girl for me then. You want control? Then control yourself. If you don’t grunt, I won’t stop.”
After giving her a second to respond, I turn the toy back on. Her back arches against the chaise, her eyes squeezing shut. So I stop. She lets out another whiny moan, no longer bothered about our audience. Good. I don’t care either.
“You can’t control yourself around me, Hannah.” I turn the toy on again. “And you can’t control me. So stop trying.” She moves her hips with the rhythm of the vibrator as I wrap one arm around her throat. I can feel how warm she is, how rigid her muscles are. And just when I think I’ll take her there, I stop again.
The look in her eyes as I torture her with pleasure almost makes me lose control, my cock throbbing against my silk boxers.
“Tell them who you belong to.” Tugging the velvet strings keeping her gag in place, it falls out of her mouth, spit dripping down her chin. Those lips hang open, a strangled noise releasing, but I’m not playing around. I stop the toy again. “Tell them who the fuck you belong to, Hannah.”
She can’t stand it any longer, the way she grits her teeth, fighting back her moans and any urge she has to let go. So I heighten the vibration before my hands come around to her tits again, pinching those hard nipples until I hear her gasp. She pants when the toy stops, her body tensing when I pinch those nipples harder.
“Fuck. You,” she grits. “Oh god, fuck you!” She’s so restless it’s hard for her to stay still, her body moving on that chaise like a worm.
“Who the fuck do you belong to, Hannah?” Just when she catches her breath, I turn that toy on again. Her back arches against me, her heartbeat pounding against my pecs. “Who controls you?”
“You!” She screams, chasing that release as her body gives in. “You! You! You!” This one’s intense, and I chuckle against her ear as she gives me her all.
Tipping her head back, I give in and plant my lips on hers as the rest of the room disappears. Her hips lift off the soft cushion, her back pressing into me as I let her ride out her reward. I hold her as she shakes, her body quivering until she collapses into me, her back hot against my chest.
“You did so well,” I croon, running my hands over her swollen nipples as I finally bring the toy to a complete stop. My arms wrap around her as she catches her breath. “Such a good girl.”
She curls up against me, turning away from the crowd. Settling on the chaise with her, something takes over me as she rests her head on my chest. Something warm. Something hard to ignore.
