Greed(White Collared Part 2)(8)
She still wanted him.
In a rich, deep tone she’d come to recognize as his Dom voice, he said, “Now, there are several different slave positions, each with their own meaning and benefits. I’m not going to bother with the punishment poses since you’ll be limited to playing scenes solely with me, and you need to worry only about the ones that I prefer. The first is the display pose. Get down to your knees.”
She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this wasn’t real, and sank to her knees.
He pressed his hand on the middle of her spine. “Back straight. Spread your legs as wide as your shoulders.”
She complied, feeling a bit like she was doing yoga. Except yoga had never turned her on like this. Every command out of his mouth made her a little wetter.
“Good,” he said, stepping in front of her to observe. “Palms up on your thighs.” He smiled. “Beautiful. If you were naked, your pussy would be on display for me, and you wouldn’t be able to hide your arousal.”
The glint in his eyes told her his statement was more than hypothetical. He knew exactly what this was doing to her. “I . . . uh . . . what about my gaze, Jax?”
“Straight ahead. If I’m in your line of sight, I prefer you keep your gaze on me unless I state otherwise. At the club, you’ll observe several subs and slaves keeping their heads lowered in respect to their Master. To be safe, avoid looking any Dominant in the eyes.”
He stared at her for what seemed like forever and then circled to stand behind her again. “Next we have a variation of the pose you’re in. Rest your weight on your heels and arch your back slightly. Clasp your hands behind your back.”
Her nipples peaked against her camisole, and her core began to throb in a steady beat. If she didn’t come soon, she’d have to excuse herself to the privacy of her shower to take care of the matter.
“Lovely,” he whispered before resuming his Dom voice. “The last one is the offer pose.” He returned his hand to her back and pushed. “Bend forward and stretch yourself out with your wrists crossed. Thighs at a forty-five degree angle.”
Her heart couldn’t take another minute of this and neither could her pussy. She propelled herself to her feet. “I think we’re done for today. Thank you for training me on the poses, but it’s probably best we don’t spend any time alone together other than when we’re at Benediction. I know Nick wanted you to play chauffeur for me, but it’s not necessary. He overreacted because I’m his intern and he cares about—”
He shoved her against the back of the couch, the bulge of his erection prodding her butt. “He said he spent the night. Did you fuck him?”
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs. Curious how he’d respond, she decided to spur his ire. “What do you care? Last night you practically had one foot out the door before I’d finished coming.”
He yanked her hands behind her and pressed closer, imprisoning her. Her breath caught in her throat from the shock of his rough treatment.
Demonstrating his strength, he gripped both of her wrists with one of his large hands. The other slid under her tank and up her abdomen, between her tingling breasts, and up to her neck. He wasn’t gentle as he twisted her by the chin to look at him. “I still feel your hot pussy clenching around my cock. Smell your honey on my fingers. Not twelve hours ago, I was deep inside you. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes. I know what that means,” she said breathlessly. “Nothing. It means nothing.”
His lips curled into a snarl. “It means you belong to me. I won’t share you, Katerina.”
With Jax at her back, she didn’t know what she felt for Nick. She only knew she’d go insane if he didn’t fuck her soon.
She bucked against his hold in a half-hearted attempt for release. “I’m not a possession, a little doll you take off the shelf to play with when you get horny and then reshelf and forget when you’ve had your fill.”
He laughed and bit her earlobe, tugging on it until she cried out. “I’ll never have my fill of you. Before last night, I’d been celibate for eighteen months. I tried to be gentle with you because you deserve to be treated like the fragile doll you are. I don’t want to break you, Katerina. I thought I could be someone else for you, but it’s not in my nature anymore. That’s why I left.”
Her body turned to rubber, pliant under his hands. “And now?”
“I can’t stay away. Since you walked into the interrogation room at the police station, I’ve wanted to make you mine. My wife’s blood was still on my hands, and I was fantasizing about cuffing you to the goddamn table and fucking you then and there. Is that the kind of monster you want?”