by Roxy Sloane
“Yes, sir.”
She quickly gets up and hurries out of the room. I go pour myself another drink and pace back and forth across the room. I can tell myself it’s just to make her wait, make her want me, but fuck, I know the truth. I’m already so hard again it hurts.
I take a long gulp of whiskey.
Get it together.
I’ve dominated women in my time. There’s an art to it. A skill. Sure, every chump with a riding crop thinks they have what it takes to control a woman, but they don’t even have a clue. Real submission is earned. It’s a gift. And tonight, I’m going to give it to Chloe until all her troubles seem a million miles away.
And then I’m going to fuck her like she needs. Balls-deep, begging for mercy, impaled so deep on my cock she forgets her own name.
She asked for it. And I’m damn sure I’m going to deliver.
11.
CHLOE
I wait nervously in the bedroom for Jase. My dress is folded neatly on a chair, and I’m totally naked here, perched on the edge of the bed.
I can’t imagine what he has planned.
My heart is racing, and my whole body is wound tight. Giving up control like that was incredible, and I feel like I could come from a single touch—but no matter how tempting it is to slide a hand lower, I remember Jase’s steely orders and resist.
God, he’s sexy when he’s in charge.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but I’m on edge. Alive. I shift on the bed, my ass still stinging a little from his spanking. I lift myself up a little to check my reflection in the mirror, and I’m thrilled to find it’s red with the imprint of his hand.
Is it terrible that I loved it—every last stroke? I can’t believe he just put me over his lap like that, but damn, it turned me on.
And when he stroked my tender flesh . . . ?
I shiver, full of anticipation. He seems to know all my darkest, kinkiest secrets, and I can’t wait to see what else he’s going to do.
Whatever it is, I already know, I’ll obey without question. Already, the terrible scene at the ballet feels like a lifetime ago. I asked him to make me forget, and he’s definitely doing that. I just wish this distraction could last forever, and I would never have to think about Aleksander again.
Then I hear footsteps, and the world shrinks back to just this room. I sit back down, my pulse racing. Jase appears in the doorway. He’s got his shirt unbuttoned, and a glass of whiskey in his hand, and God, he’s never looked sexier.
“Lay back and close your eyes,” he says, moving to the dresser. He sets his drink down, and opens a drawer. I strain to see what he’s getting.
Jase glances back. “Am I going to have to teach you about obeying me again?”
“No, sir.” I quickly scoot back and do as he says—even though part of me wants a repeat of that sexy lesson. I close my eyes and wait. I can hear him moving around the room, and my anticipation grows.
When will he touch me?
I feel silk against my cheeks, and then Jase is slipping something over my eyes. A blindfold. The world goes dark as he takes my hands and slides them flat on the sheets, spreading me open.
My heart skips.
“What a body.” Jase’s voice is low and ragged. “You’re a work of art, baby.”
I feel something trail over my bare skin. Soft. Teasing. Is it fabric, maybe? A tie, or something else silky. Either way, it feels incredible, and goosebumps rise all over me.
I squirm, impatient. I want his hands on me, hard and rough like I know he can. I want his body pressing down on me with delicious weight—and his cock, God, that thick, driving beast of a cock fucking me hard until there’s no room in my mind for anything but pleasure.
But instead, Jase keeps caressing. Barely touching. Drifting over my breasts and stomach and slipping over my thighs.
I let out a noise of frustration. I’m wet and aching for him, my clit so tender I could scream.
“Something wrong?” His voice is laughing. He’s loving this.
“You promised me hard,” I whisper, arching up against his touch.
“And you’ll get it. But first . . . I want to hear you beg.”
“Please,” I offer immediately, but he just chuckles.
“That’s not begging, baby. You don’t even know what it means to beg. But I’m going to take you there. Until you’re wound so tight you’d do anything for my cock.”
I shudder at his words, but still, I need more. Damn him!
“Trust me,” he whispers, dropping a kiss on my lips.
I finally relax into his lips. I do trust him. There’s no one else I would do this for: exposing myself, putting my body entirely at his mercy. He kisses me thoroughly, sliding his tongue deep as his hands finally glide over my breasts and graze and toy with my nipples.
I moan.
Jase keeps up his whisper-soft torment, kissing lower after the trail of his touch. I feel his mouth against my skin, and the rasp of his stubble, and I press eagerly against him. But Jase always ducks back, never touching hard enough. Never giving me what I need.
I writhe in frustration.
“Shh,” he soothes me, skimming that silk over my thighs. The fabric slips between them, against my hot, wet core, and I gasp.
“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy.” I feel Jase’s weight shift on the bed. He nudges my thighs wider, until I’m totally spread-eagled.
God, my heart is racing.
Please, I beg him silently. Just touch me. There. Please.
I can feel his breath against me, hot. I raise my hips but he pins them back down again. “Not so fast. Let me look at this gorgeous cunt.”
I clench in anticipation, just imagining him there. Staring at me with those piercing blue eyes and that ravenous stare. It turns me on to think of it. My skin tingles, and I grip the sheets to keep from reaching for him.
How much longer will he make me wait?
Suddenly, he takes my hips and flips me over, face-down in the pillows. Then I feel his mouth on me: kissing slowly down my spine, inch by inch.
“Mmm . . .”
His tongue glides over me, swirling patterns on my skin. I’m wound so tight, I clench my thighs together, pressing into the mattress. It’s pure torment, to feel this touch with no release in sight. I’ve never been wetter, never ached to be filled like this before.
“Jase,” I whisper, my voice breaking with need. “Please.”
“Louder.”
He kisses over the curve of my ass, tugging my hips back so it’s jutting in the air. I shiver, feeling exposed; his breath on my skin and his tongue slipping—
“Jase!”
Oh my God!
He laughs, low, and then I feel it again. The hot, wet slide of his tongue, circling my asshole and lapping at my tender skin.
I flinch away on instinct, but his steady hands hold me in place. “You know you want it,” he teases me wickedly. “Just relax. That’s an order.”
He spanks me lightly, then starts his licking again, and fuck, it feels so good I have to moan.
“That’s right,” his words rumble against me. “That’s my dirty girl.”
Holy crap. I hold onto the sheets for dear life. I can’t believe this is happening—or God, that it feels this incredible. I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t want it.
But I do.
His tongue nudges at me, and then one hand is slipping around between my thighs to stroke at my clit.
Yes!
I cry out in pleasure, bucking eagerly back against his mouth. Those fingers circling, his tongue sliding . . . oh God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before!
“Easy there.” Jase pulls away, and I whimper. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
He spanks me again, and then the mattress shifts. He’s gone. I inhale, disappointment flooding through me. Fuck, I was getting so close. It felt so good. And now he’s going to take it all away?
But in a moment, he’s back
again, kissing and nibbling at my hip. I relax, relieved—and eager to get back to that unbelievable pleasure.
“Now, where was I?” he teases, sliding a hand over my ass. “Here?” He dips to nudge at my swollen clit. I shudder. “Or here . . .” He delves further still, sliding two fingers into my wet, aching pussy.
God yes, there!
Jase pumps, once, twice, but before I can come clenching around his hand, he pulls away. I whimper again. “Oh, don’t worry.” Jase sounds smug. “You’ll like this next part.”
He returns to circling my clit, too soft, but just as I’m about to scream in frustration, I feel something nudge against my ass. Something cool. Hard. Probing.
I inhale in shock. What’s he doing?
“Relax,” Jase murmurs, and he strokes my clit so sweetly I can’t help but melt in his hands. Fuck it. I don’t care what he does to my body, as long as it keeps feeling this good. Over and over he teases me, nudging the toy deeper, stroking my clit just a little harder, dipping his fingers inside my slick pussy until I’m right up on the edge again: thrusting against his hand, desperate for the touch that will send me over the edge.
“Please,” I beg him, louder now. “This is me begging, OK?”
“Nice try.” Jase’s voice is thicker. “You’re not even close.”
“I am. Fuck, I am.” I make another noise into the pillows and thrust back against him. “I’m so close.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Jase’s hands come hard to grip my hips, and then—yes!—I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance. He spreads me wider, and slowly sinks inch by inch into my slick, needy pussy.
I moan into the darkness. God, it’s so good. He’s filling me, deeper. Finally. But this time, it’s different. The toy in my ass is stretching me already, and now with his cock inside my pussy, I feel fuller than ever before. Totally invaded by him, stretched to my limits.
Jase begins to thrust.
Oh God. I can feel his cock rubbing deep inside me, the friction against my walls mingling with the tension in my ass. The thin barrier between them is overwhelmed with sensation. Fuck, this is intense!
I have to gasp for air, holding on for dear life.
“You feel that, baby?” Jase coaxes me, slowly withdrawing almost all the way, then drilling back inside me, all the way to the hilt. “That’s what it feels like to take me all the way. Your ass, your sweet cunt, it all belongs to me.”
“Yes.” I sob with the pleasure of another deep thrust. “I’m yours. It’s all yours!”
“Damn right it is.”
Jase sinks into me again and lets out a groan of pleasure. I love that he loves this, too. That I’m not the only one going crazy with the sensations, my whole body overwhelmed with a pleasure like I’ve never felt before. Over and over he sinks into me, so slow I can’t find the rhythm. I’m blindfolded and completely at the mercy of his lazy, deep thrusts and that unfamiliar fullness in my ass making everything feel so much more intense.
I feel Jase lean over me, shifting our positions so he can kiss and nibble at my shoulder. His cock drives into me harder, and I cry out, thrusting back to meet every stroke. “Now for the fun part,” he says, and before I have time to even react, he flips some kind of control and that sweet, slim little toy embedded in my ass buzzes to life.
I scream with pleasure.
“Now beg for me, baby,” Jase growls, tugging at my hair. He arches my body, and slams into me. Fuck. So hard. “Beg for me to let you come.”
Let me? I’m already clinging to the edge of sanity, crashing through every limit I’ve known. My body is shuddering with pleasure, those wicked vibrations sending me to heaven and back as his cock surges inside me. The tremors echo through my whole body, caressing me from the inside out with pure, reckless ecstasy.
This is insane. This is incredible. This is—
“Please!” I don’t care that I’m screaming. Dear God, it feels so good. “Please, Jase, I’m coming. I’m coming!”
He buries himself inside me again with a roar, surging up to hit my G-spot as the vibrations ricochet deep inside my ass. I shatter, screaming, pleasure slamming through me in the most intense, dirty orgasm I’ve ever known.
Oh. My. God!
I collapse in the pillows, but Jase isn’t done. He keeps fucking me, deeper, harder—riding out my climax until I can’t believe it, but I feel another one cresting.
“Jase . . .” I whimper. He can’t be serious. I don’t think my body can take another explosion like that, but I don’t have a choice! He pins my body to him and grinds up deep inside, rubbing my clit in a new burst of pleasure, and fuck, I come all over again, clenching around his cock in wild spasms as the pleasure rips me apart. I feel him come with a roar, shuddering into me until we both collapse on the bed.
Jase slowly pulls off my blindfold, and the dim light comes flooding in. He eases out of me, and then pulls me close to spoon against his chest.
I try to remember how to breathe.
That was incredible.
That was insane.
As sleep finally catches up with me, I only have one thought in my mind.
When can we do it again?
12.
CHLOE
When I wake up, it’s morning, and I’m curled in Jase’s bed. My body aches—but in the best way. Damn, last night was hot.
I roll over, straight into a gorgeous hunk of pure muscle. Jase is sitting up, the sheets falling off his incredible body.
“Good morning, love.” Jase smiles down at me. “How are you feeling?”
I yawn. “Sore. You weren’t lying when you said I’d feel you for days,” I add, smiling.
He laughs. “We’ll see about giving you something else to feel.”
Jase leans over and kisses me. A sleepy Sunday-morning kiss that fills my whole body with happiness. “Now, that’s the way to wake up.”
He gently pulls back and studies my face. “Are you sure you’re OK?”
“Besides blushing every time I think of what you did to me.” I grin. “I’m not going to ask what other surprises you’ve got in that drawer of yours . . . just as long as you show me, and soon.”
Jase pauses. “I meant it about what happened last night, with the guy from the ballet.”
I freeze. My delicious morning-after glow disappears, and reality comes crashing back in.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I turn away and get out of bed. I grab his shirt from the floor and tug it over my head. “Breakfast?” I say brightly. “Coffee, at least. I’ll go start making something.”
I hurry out of the room, but not before I can see the concern in his eyes. Dammit. I wanted to forget Aleksander even exists, but I know there’s no hiding it from Jase.
He’s a man who always gets to the truth.
I go to the kitchen and busy myself getting coffee started and hunting around in the refrigerator for eggs. I find pancake ingredients in the pantry, so I start cooking and say a silent prayer that Jase takes a hint and lets the whole thing drop.
Jase strolls in, shirtless in a pair of jogging pants. He sees me whisking batter and grins. “Now this is every man’s fantasy.”
“You haven’t tasted them yet.” I heat the skillet. “For all you know, I could be a terrible cook.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jase comes behind me and slides his arms around my waist. “You make up for it in the bedroom.”
I don’t relax against him, and I can tell Jase knows I’m still on edge. “Just tell me one thing,” he says, his voice low and determined. “Did he hurt you? Because I swear, if he laid one hand on you—”
“No!” I spin around, shocked. “He never hit me. It wasn’t like that, I promise.”
I see the relief in his eyes, and I wonder, what dark past is he hiding of his own?
“Good.” Jase nods abruptly. “But that doesn’t explain the look on your face when you saw him. I won’t push you,” he adds. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s OK.
But if there’s anything you want to share, I’m listening.”
I swallow back the lump in my throat. I wasn’t expecting this kind of compassion. But Jase has always surprised me. Just when I think I have the man figured out, he shows me a side I was never expecting.
“He was . . . my first,” I admit, before I can stop myself. “My first love, my first obsession, my first everything.”
And my biggest mistake.
Jase leans back against the counter, giving me space. Watching me, his expression kind and open. It gives me the strength to continue.
“He was my teacher. Married, of course, but he knew all the right things to say. Still, I should have known better.”
“You were just a kid,” Jase says softly.
I shake my head. “I was old enough. And the truth is, I wanted him. I was crazy for him, I had been ever since we met. Looking back now, I know how fucked up it was. He . . . encouraged my crush, made it seem like he was the only one who really understood me, you know?” I give Jase a regretful smile. “I made myself sick sometimes, rehearsing around the clock to impress him, and when he wasn’t satisfied, it felt like my whole world was falling apart. I would have done anything for him,” I say sadly, remembering. “So when he finally seduced me, it felt like . . . some kind of reward. That I’d finally proved I was worthy of his attention.”
Jase curses under his breath. “Motherfucker.”
I don’t disagree. It was only after I had time and distance that I realized how twisted the relationship had been. He was my teacher, he was supposed to look out for me, instead of preying on my insecurities and innocence.
“What happened in the end?” Jase asks. “I looked at your records. You dropped out suddenly, and disappeared.”
I nod. “Everything was going so well. At least, I thought it was. We were together, I was dancing the best of my life. And then . . . I had a pregnancy scare. I was actually happy, can you believe it? I thought it meant he would finally leave his wife, and we’d be together. A family.” I shake my head at my own foolish innocence. “But he was furious. Said I’d done it on purpose, to trap him. That I would destroy his career and my own, too. It turned out to be a false alarm, but he broke things off and swore that nobody would believe me. If I ever told, he would say I was sick, obsessed with him. I was devastated. I couldn’t take it, I quit and moved back home. It was . . . a dark time,” I admit softly. “I’d lost everything I ever wanted, everything I thought made me worthwhile. I don’t know what I would have done if Miss Kay hadn’t stepped in to take care of me. She saved me,” I say simply. “She saved my love of dance.”
