“The man you love is about to fuck you into next week, Caroline.” He took the front of her dress in his hands and ripped it down the middle, exposing her knockout body clad only in a shear black bra and panties. She jumped a little but kept her eyes trained on him. Good girl. He hadn’t even needed to instruct her. She’d known. “You’re going to love me even more after this. Every time I push one of your limits, you’ll love me more and more until you feel me inside you when you walk down the street. Until you hear my voice speaking in your ear at work, in the shower. Everywhere.” He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, groaning at the sight of her straining pink nipples. “You’ve already shattered all my limits, baby. I’m going to make sure you catch up.”
“Jonah.” She gasped when he stooped down and threw her over his shoulder. Without thinking, he brought his hand down on her ass hard, earning him a moan. “Master.”
Satisfaction hitting him in the chest, he continued to the bed and stepped onto the ultra-firm mattress, setting Caroline back onto her feet. Some of her hair fell into her eyes, across her puffy lips. It was all he could do not to forget himself and drag her down onto the mattress. He could see in her eyes that she needed this show of trust and acceptance, though. Maybe even as much as he did, which was amazing in itself, since he needed it so badly it hurt.
The suspended metal bar above them reflected the subdued light of the bedroom. How many times had he pictured her restrained here but never expected to witness it? For the first time in weeks, the conflict in his head quieted in recognition that he had everything he’d ever wanted. She was standing right there in front of him, looking up at him like he dictated the tempo of her pulse. It was time to prove the truth of that.
Jonah nudged her forehead with his own. “Unzip my pants and take out my cock. Do not touch it after that. You may only look.” He reached up and curled his right hand around the cool metal of the suspended bar and bit back a groan when her fingers began to work his fly, nudging his throbbing erection in the process. “You’re going to be on display for me. I’ll fuck you fully clothed while you writhe around naked, taking what I give you. While you’re attached to this bar, I’m in charge of your next breath. Do you understand, Caroline?”
“Yes, Master.”
Jonah let his fingertips coast down her rising and falling breasts, dipping his fingers teasingly between her legs to find her wet. Perfect. He took hold of each hand in turn and secured them to the bar. The sound of leather sliding through the silver buckles sent power through his body, stiffening the back of his neck, his jaw. He looked over his woman, arms shackled over her head, body stretched to accommodate the bar’s height. My offering. He wondered what she’d say if she knew he’d come to this room and adjusted it to her size a week ago, needing to picture her here, like this. But never expecting it.
She never took her gaze off him, and it held so much trust and anticipation, he had to force himself to focus on his task. “Are you sure you want this, Caroline?”
“Yes,” she said. “I remember my safe word. Just…please.”
Jonah yanked her panties down to her knees and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. Her scream was primal, and it echoed inside his head, mating with his own wicked urges. The sound of her hands already pulling on the restraints made him growl. His woman was hungry. Still, he didn’t move his fingers, didn’t thumb her clit like she needed.
“Oh God, oh God. Jonah, please.”
He removed his fingers from inside her, spun her around, and snapped the riding crop against her ass.
“Master,” she sobbed. “I meant Master.”
Before she’d finished speaking, he’d turned her back around and slid his fingers back inside her heat. “Go on, beg for it, baby.” He leaned down and tongued the tip of her right breast before moving to the left. “While you do, I’m going to suck your pretty nipples until they’re red and slippery. If I’m pleased with how well you beg, I’ll remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. But don’t you dare move while I’m sucking at you. I don’t care how good my fingers feel between your legs, you don’t move.”
A shudder passed through her, and he tried to absorb it with his mouth. “Okay. Just…please. Don’t stop.”
He was inclined to strike her backside with the riding crop again for issuing demands, but he was too desperate to taste her. It had been too fucking long, and he could barely see straight over his starvation for her. He licked over the pointed peak of one breast before suctioning his mouth to it and drawing hard. Her hips jerked, thighs flexing and tightening around his hand between her legs. Jonah released her nipple with a pop and looked into her heavy-lidded eyes while he slapped her ass with the crop.