“Okay then.” Jason stood up but kept his focus on me. “Strip.”
The command took me off guard, but the look in his eyes was enough to tell me I should obey.
I lifted my shirt, my mind racing as I tried to read his thoughts. But my telepathic skills, as usual, were nonexistent.
Another second ticked by, and I kicked my shorts onto the floor.
Jason motioned for me to continue my disrobing.
I unclasped my bra and wondered why my hands were shaking. He’d already seen my naked body in many differentways, but this time my nerves screamed for me to stop. It wasn’t business anymore.
He had to want me, in a real way, and I wasn’t sure I could maintain his interest.
When all my clothes were in a pile, Jason nodded. “Good, but next time I tell you to strip, move a bit faster. I didn’t ask for a striptease.”
“Fine.” The sharp tone left my lips before I could check myself.
His soft expression hardened instantly, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous edge crept into his face.
“If you continue to talk to me like that, I won’t hesitate to give you your first lesson in punishments,” he warned.
The words were meant as a warning, but they only intensified the ache between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold myself together while my body betrayed me.
Jason stood and crossed the short distance between us. Every step made my heart pound louder in my chest.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “And I’ll enjoy making you whimper in submission,” he whispered.
I could practically hear the blood rushing through my veins.
“I know you want that.” He nipped his teeth over the skin of my neck. “You want me to fuck you until you forget why you waited so long to agree to this.”
He pushed me against the side of the table and sandwiched me with his body. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against my stomach. I held back a moan. His hand traveled down my abdomen and grabbed me. His breath rolled off my shoulder as he explored my dripping pussy.
My breathing hitched when he pushed two fingers inside me. “You’re so wet already,” he mused.
I bit back a whimper. His fingers rubbed the inside of my walls until my legs shook.
“I should fuck you right now on this table,” he added, as if pondering the idea.
He slid another finger into me and stroked my G-spot. I ached for more than fingers the longer he teased me.
Meanwhile, his other hand toyed with my nipples. The warm sensation inside me swelled until it hit an insufferable wall. Jason watched my face twist in pleasure and smirked while I remained on edge.
We both knew what I needed to orgasm.
Jason forced a moan off my lips, and my pride unraveled with it. “Please, fuck me.”
He’d already made me beg more than I ever had in my entire life.
The sound of my own pleading voice made cum start to drip down my thighs. Jason parted my legs without resistance, spreading me for his enjoyment.
“You look so sweet,” he teased, “already begging for me to fuck you.”
There was nothing I wanted more. We were so close, and my heart pounded in suspense. Finally, nothing was holding us back.
My head spun as I processed the sensation of his lips against my thighs. He kissed me with the desire to drive me mad. I instinctively tried to close my legs, desperate for some kind of relief, but his hands held me in place, keeping me open for him. Vulnerable. Exposed.
“Jason, please,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t give in. Instead, he continued to tease me, keeping me right on the edge.
