Page 24 of House of Horrors

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Jason’s eyes drop and a deep, animalistic growl escapes him. I open myself wider. His chest heaves, releasing each shaky breath. I enjoy watching his silent battle.

He wants you, the voice inside me insists.

“You look a bit hungry, big Brother.” I smirk, glancing down to where his erection strains against his jeans. “Or maybe you need to feed me.” The room grows darker, the air thick with our lechery. Nothing else exists but the two of us.

The room’s energy caresses my skin, my nipples pebbling under its soft touches. We’re going to rise above all else, two gods crowned by the voice that named us. Jason’s power surges outward, tangling with my own until a magnetic current sparks between us, charged with both darkness and desire.

My hand slips down my stomach and between my thighs, a moan escaping from my lips. Take me. Fuck me, I plead with my eyes.

His fists are tight, knuckles white. Jason’s body trembles as his resolve slips away. He wants me.

My finger circles my clit, smearing my arousal. The intensity of Jason’s darkened gaze leaves me breathless—his stare alone will send me crumbling into the depths of my lust.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

The thrill of having Jason as my captive audience has me releasing another moan. I watch him hesitate before he surrenders. He lowers himself into the chair before me like I’m the God to which he’ll pray. I reward his obedience by spreading my legs wider to give him a perfect view of my pussy. I part my center, making sure he can see how badly I ache for him. Jason needs to know what he’s missing. And if he’s brave enough, he can have me.

I sink my middle finger into my warm heat and cry out. Jason’s eyes don’t leave me while my touch burns hotter, each breath caught somewhere between tension and anticipation. The room blurs. My body tightens around my finger. If I’m not careful, his gaze will make me fall apart on its own.

“Fuck, Jason,” I moan, daring to pump my finger in and out. My other hand grabs my breast and I squeeze, my wetness growing. Everything in me wants to shut my eyes and revel in the ecstasy, but I force myself to keep my focus on Jason. He continues to meet my gaze, and I refuse to back down, lifting myself higher and higher in the throes of pleasure while fucking myself with my finger. I’m impressed by his control, but I don’t want him to be just an observer.

“Stop fighting and fuck me.” His lips part as I moan again, my hand moving faster. “Or are you a coward?”

My taunt lands exactly where I need it to. The instant his hands find my thighs, I snap my legs shut, pleasure disintegrating. I whimper from edging myself. It’s torture, but punishing Jason is more important.

“Daisy,” he growls.

I lick my lips. “Beg.” Just one small word and all sound is ripped from the room.

Jason lets out a loud, exasperated breath. I wonder, has anyone ever challenged him like this? The thought is thrilling. I want to push him even further, and be even worse. He’ll never know peace when I’m around.

“Excuse me?” Jason drags my body closer to him, and I plant a boot against his chest, forcing distance between us. My resistance only fuels his desire. It’s a calculated move because Jason thrives when challenged. Lucky for him, I love putting on a show.

“Beg. You still need to make up for being an asshole earlier.” A woman never forgets when she’s been wronged.

“You think you can control me?”

I laugh, throwing my hair back. “Baby,” I purr, “I’ve already got you on a leash. Now, be a good boy and beg. Beg like you mean it.”

He tightens his grip around my ankles, and his eyes betray the moment he gives in.

“Daisy, please.”

His sorry little effort sends me into another fit of giggles, and I can hear his teeth grind. No self-proclaimed tough guy enjoys being the punchline.

“That was so pathetic. Maybe I’ll find someone else who can do the job right.” I sigh loudly. He growls, unknowingly falling into my trap.

“Daisy, I’m sorry for being an asshole. Please let me make it up to you. Let me show you how sorry I am. Please, Daisy.”

A grin stretches across my face. I can’t help but imagine how hard it must have been for Jason to apologize, and the thought sparks a wicked curiosity. Just how far can I push him? He’s always so sure of himself, always in command. It would be delicious to unravel that composure, to see him kneel and learn the art of true submission. And, of course, how to beg the right way.

“No.”

“Fuck you,” Jason immediately retorts. Heated waves simmer off him.

“You wish.”

We lock eyes in a wordless standoff until he finally breaks. Jason lunges to claim me, his chair crashing to the floor.