Caroline didn’t have an answer for that. At that moment, she couldn’t recall them deciding not to have sex together. Had they decided that? What the hell for? She opened her mouth to pose the question, but Jonah spoke first.
“Do I need to remind you again that I’m in control here?” His voice cracked like a whip, infinitely different from before. This is Jonah the Dom, she realized, ignoring the unwelcome thrill that came along with that knowledge. “Get your hands back up on the wall immediately before I forget myself.”
Breath racing past her lips, pulse hammering, she did as he commanded. The first touch of his fingers between her legs almost wrenched a scream from her throat. Until that moment, she hadn’t been aware of exactly how close she was to the edge. How far the explicitness of the situation in itself had pushed her. With an iron will, she forced herself to remain still.
He tapped a single finger over her clit. “When is the last time you were properly fucked, Caroline?”
She couldn’t hold back a moan, her knees starting to tremble. “W-what? I—”
“Never. The answer is never, because I’ve never fucked you.”
That one thick finger traced along her opening, then eased inside her in a slow, slick push. Already, she could feel herself tightening around him, liquid decadence gathering in her belly, waiting to be expelled. She wouldn’t last. Just a little more and she’d be sent flying. Having his skillful touch between her legs had her hovering on the brink, but when Jonah began tracing her nipples with the feather as well, Caroline nearly imploded.
When he spoke, his voice had deepened to an unrecognizable degree. “Maybe it’s better that I don’t fuck you. This impossibly tight pussy would involve a lot of time and trouble for me.” He worked another finger inside with a grunt. “I’d need to eat you, baby. For hours. Just to get you ready. And even then, I’d have a motherfucker of a time sinking as deep as I require.” Keeping two fingers lodged deep, Jonah began worrying her clit with his thumb. “Would you be worth my trouble, Caroline?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Unquestionably. I could come right now, simply by kissing your pouty fucking mouth.” His middle finger hooked inside her and teased that secret hidden spot. “How does that make you feel?”
Release within her reach, she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out. “I love it.”
“You’re goddamn right you love it.” He pumped his finger deep inside her continuously, while keeping the circular pressure on her clit. “Not half as much as I’m going to love proving it. Come on, baby, give up that first orgasm so I can see to your second.”
Caroline tried to force oxygen into her lungs but couldn’t. Who speaks like that? Her nipples swelled with each touch of the feather, until she could feel a tethered line connected between her breasts and her core. Sunbursts formed behind her eyes as the orgasm sped close, gripped her, and catapulted her to somewhere otherworldly. Caroline was only given a scant moment to brace herself against the chaotic rush, severing her ties with reality, when Jonah spun her around and forced her chin up while she was still mid-scream.
“Perhaps it won’t take as long as I thought to get you ready for me.” Jonah laid his hands flat on the wall above her head. In one swift movement, he dipped his knees and levered her against the wall, holding her off the floor with his hips and nothing else. Caroline moaned and writhed when she felt his erection between her legs, hard as steel. “I bet you’d like it now, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to unzip my pants and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to speak for a week?”
Caroline thought she might have nodded. “Please,” she whispered.
“No. You’ve had your pleasure; now I’ll take mine from those bratty little lips. They’ve been taunting me since you walked into my club.” He leaned in, eyes lit with something close to a frenzy as they zeroed in on her mouth. “Lick them for me.”
Without hesitation, Caroline’s tongue smoothed over her bottom lip before trailing over the fuller top one. It dawned somewhere in whatever consciousness she had left that they hadn’t yet kissed and it felt like sacrilege. She suddenly wanted that intimacy with a blazing intensity that defied logic. “What are you waiting for? Kiss me, Jonah.”
“Call me Master, and I will.”
She swallowed hard against the warning that echoed in her head. Bad idea. This is a very bad idea. But wanting to kiss him more than she cared about the consequences had her slipping off the precipice. “Kiss me, Master.”