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“You’re mine now,” Jason mentions, trailing his fingers down my stomach, plucking the button of my jeans open, and sweeping his fingertips across the hem of my panty line, my knees wobbling unsteadily. “It’s up to me whether to keep you safe or to toss you out there to the wolves.”
I gulp hard as he runs one finger down my lace-covered mound and strokes close enough for him to feel my heat. I don’t move a muscle. Frozen to the core. He’s a millimeter away from my clenching pussy, no doubt feeling the slickness he’s conjuring as he strokes me.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice straining.
Jason’s hot breath gusts against my ear, teeth grazing my earlobe. “To find out for sure that the feelings between us are mutual.”
Biting my lip, I stifle a moan as the pad of his finger teases the edge of the lace, wishing he would delve inside. It’s too damned hot and cramped in here to be fooling around like this. A trickle of sweat rolls from my hairline and down the side of my temple.
“You wish,” I reply, pushing his buttons.
“If they weren’t, you’d be telling me to stop,” Jason mentions, raising a fair point. “Is that what you want, Peaches? Do you want me to stop?”
I snatch a ragged breath. “No,” I admit, my cheeks blazing with heat.
“Didn’t think so. But you doubted me,” Jason gruffs, his tone lethal as he slides his finger and thumb beneath the elastic of my thong, stroking at first, teasing his way inside, and then plunging between my folds, taking my clit hostage with a light pinch. “You still doubt me even though you’re dripping wet.”
“Screw you, asshole,” I reply without thinking, my sharp tongue getting me deeper into trouble. I like his dominance more than I should, my traitorous pussy creaming at the contact. “If you’re gonna spank me, just spank me already.”
Jason chuckles, and it’s the dark kind that hints at brutal savagery. “Careful, Peaches. Your caustic mouth is making my dick twitch. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to leave here with a limp and a smile. Keep pissing me off and you’ll have difficulty sitting for the next week.” He screws his finger deep inside my wet heat and wriggles it around. The gentle stretch feels amazing, not that I’ll tell him that. I fight the urge to moan, chewing my bottom lip as he works, but then he starts thumbing my clit with slick dexterity, and I’m done. My eyes roll into the back of my skull, electricity crackling through the bundle of nerves. I try to stop the moans from tumbling from my mouth, but it’s no use. I’m not in control here. Jason is, and I rest my head back against his shoulder and enjoy it.
“That’s it,” Jason coos into my ear. “Let me take care of all that stress.”
“It’s gonna take more than that,” I say, meeting his gaze.
Jason exhales with a breathy chuckle. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. You’ll be taking a lot more from me by the end of tonight. And if you insist on running that mouth of yours, I know the best way to plug it.”
“And you can go fuck yourself,” I say defiantly, seeing stars as his skilled fingers dance around my pussy like he’s playing an instrument.
I shudder through my climax, my palms pressing flat against the door, feeling the warm trickle of juices running down my thighs. Jason adds another finger, swirling those dexterous digits around the creamy puddle he’s created, then he pulls them out and presents them at my lips for me to suck clean.
“Taste yourself,” he encourages, his tone dripping with sin. I part my lips, and he stuffs his fingers inside, and I taste my sweet, tangy juices on Jason’s warm, salty skin.
“Juicer than a peach,” he says, turning me around to hold my jaw, angling my face to his. “How about you give me some of that sugar and see if you really do taste like peaches?” Jason dips down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, controlling the movements, and determining the speed and pressure. It’s perfect. Enough to melt my insides and leave me gasping. His fervent tongue boasts the tricks he’s learned when eating pussy, and the contrast of his cashmere lips versus his rough stubble stamps its branding mark on me, leaving me flushed and desperate for more.
“You’re perfect just as you are, Kiera. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, for what it’s worth,” Havoc tells me, and it sounds like he means it. “But the wolves are out there hungering for your blood, and I’m not one to share. So, here’s how it’s gonna be. You’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl, and then we’re gonna parade your spanked ass around the club for all to see.”
My legs shake and wobble unsteadily as Jason drags my jeans and panties down my damp thighs, then steps on them, bunching them around my ankles. He growls with annoyance as he’s forced to remove my shoes, and then finishes yanking off my jeans, leaving me standing here bare-assed.
“Bend over the desk and angle that fine peach up for me,” he commands me, his voice stern and full of authority. “If you try to use your hands to cover yourself, I’ll be forced to tie them down.”
I do as he says, too aroused to refuse, and shaking all over. I should feel humiliated and violated, but I don’t. It feels good to relinquish control and hand it to someone who’s making me feel this good. I trust that he’ll keep his word. If not to me, then to Bodie. Obey Jason, and he’ll help me. Refuse him, and I don’t want to think about the consequences. Maybe he’ll throw me to the wolves as he mentioned. But somehow, I doubt it. Something tells me that beneath his tough exterior, there’s a decent guy buried deep down in there somewhere. I bend over the desk, move aside a stack of papers, and rest my elbows against the scuffed woodwork. Jason slaps my ass lightly as if to watch how it wobbles. He does this several times on either side. The first couple of slaps feels good, but then he applies more force, and it soon starts to sting. As the swats get harder, the impact sparks fire across my skin. I hear Jason spitting into his palm, and then another five-fingered blaze scorches the opposite cheek. Again, and again, it burns. The tears fall from my glazed eyes, and the sobs skitter through my lips until all I see is a thick white misty fog. All the pain, the tension, the helplessness, and the sheer frustration that I’ve been feeling all start to melt away with the final few smacks. It leaves me feeling cleansed and revitalized. The veil lifts, and the hot tears feel like they’ve purified my soul.
“Had enough?” Jason asks, his tone firm, but I detect some underlying remorse there too.
“Yes,” I sob, unable to take another swat.
He grabs both sides of my glowing ass. “Do you accept my claim on you?”
“I guess,” I reply with a sniff.
Jason presses his fingers harder, dragging a painful squeal from my lips. “Not good enough. Try again. Do. You. Accept. My. Claim. On. You?”
“Yes, yes,” I reply, both because it’s what I’ve always wanted, and fuck, because my butt stings like a son of a bitch. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You better,” he replies, letting go and stepping back. “In that case, put your panties back on but not the jeans. We’re leaving, and I’m afraid you’ve got to do the walk of atonement to prove you took your punishment.”
I’m slightly disappointed by this as I was hoping it would lead to a happy ending.
