Owned By Fate(37)

“I don’t need you to tell me you liked it, Caroline. I can tell by how proudly you’re showing off your hot, tight, obviously unfucked ass to me.” He kissed her right cheek, dragged his tongue up to the small of her back. “But I want to hear you say it anyway. Tell me how you got wet every time you sat down this morning. Were you scared to move in case these damp thighs slid together and everyone heard?”

“Yes.” She heaved a jagged breath and pushed her ass into his hands. “Feels so good… Don’t stop.”

Her words, her reaction, confirmed that she needed this. Maybe even as much as he did. But Jesus, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to taste her skin, because his mouth wanted all of her now. No. Sore. She’d told him she was sore. The soothing circular motion he made with his hands was causing her thong to shift to the side, giving him a glimpse of the delicious, slick spot beneath. Christ.

“You’re not too sore to have your pussy eaten. Are you, Caroline?”

“N-no. No.” She tilted her hips higher with a moan. “I need you to. Please.”

The words were still leaving her mouth as he jerked her panties to the side and ran his tongue from her entrance down to her clit. Her muffled scream and writhing hips told him she was still overly sensitive from last night. If he kept up this concentrated attack, it would be over too quickly, and he wanted to savor her for a while. He used the pad of his thumb to tease her with slow circles while he continued soothing the pink skin of her ass with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“God, I love it when you beg.” He went back down and gave her clit a hard lick. “When your bottom stops stinging, you’re going to beg me to rough it up again. Hearing those words will be almost as sweet as your pussy.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer, had grown desperate to see her reach fulfillment. Never ceasing in his gentle stroking of her bottom, he flicked his tongue against her clit, burying his face between her legs so he could suck her into his mouth and draw deeply.

“Master. Yes, yes… Oh, God.” He wrapped an arm around her hips at the last minute to keep her from collapsing as she shuddered violently. Her close-mouthed scream was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard, hot enough to make him want to give her another release, but she surprised him by abruptly sitting back on her heels. Before he could order her back into position, she turned around and…kissed him. It wasn’t tentative or reluctant, either. It wasn’t a kiss that said she knew this thing between them was wrong but couldn’t help her need for it. No, this was surrender. She clutched the sides of his face and opened her mouth for his tongue, daring him not to enter. As if he had a choice when she tasted so fucking sweet and was finally, finally letting herself go, right there in his arms.

Jonah knew what would happen next, though. He’d throw her down onto her back and fuck her until she screamed loudly enough for the limousine driver to be seriously worried. And when it was all over, she’d tell him he was bad for her. She’d walk away. So he wouldn’t give her what she so clearly wanted, as painful and difficult as it would be. He knew all about pain, though, and he could play the long game if it meant seeing her again. In fact, he was starting to think he’d do just about anything for that. Furthermore, he’d come to see her only after vowing to himself that it would be for her only. He’d initiated her into his world last night, and it had been his responsibility to comfort her. Not leave her worse off than before.

Her hands fumbled with the fly of his pants, stopping to squeeze his pulsing erection. Jonah groaned at the pressure he’d been craving, but going completely against his instincts, he stayed her wrists by grabbing them. “No, sweetheart.”

“No?” She heaved the single word. “Please, I need to…I want to use my mouth—”

“No.” Damn, he was a bastard. To punish her like this. The way her mind worked, she would go crazy knowing this encounter had been one-sided and left unfinished. Hell, it might kill him, too. But he couldn’t let her get away with the damage she’d done. Not without being disciplined. “Not this time.”

“Jonah.” She said his name like a curse, shrewd eyes clearing of just enough lust to analyze him. “This is my punishment, isn’t it? You’re punishing me.”

He stared at the ceiling, hating himself as she shoved her skirt back down and crammed her hand against her mouth. Outside, he saw Serve come into view and rolled down the partition separating them from the driver.

“Please make sure to take Ms. Preston back to the same spot where we picked her up.”