A grin spread across my face.
The temptation to mess with him begged to take over. I promised to be his Sub but not to make it easy for him.
Before he could react, I pushed my body against his, feeling the solid warmth of him against my skin. The look of confusion on his face was electrifying, and I took sick pleasure in the power shift. For just a second, I had the upper hand, and it was intoxicating.
Jason seemed stunned by my boldness, letting me roll my hips up and down on his shaft. But it wasn’t long before he snapped out of his trance and yanked me off by my hair.
My yelp echoed through the room. Jason used my hair as a leash and pushed me down on the table. I felt his hands work quickly, fastening the chains around my wrists and ankles, ensuring I had no chance of getting away—not that I wanted to. The slight jingle of the metal as he secured me was the only sound, save for my shallow breaths.
Pinned in place, I could only stare at the wall in front of me, unable to see what he was doing behind me.
“Tell me,”—Jason’s grip tightened around my hips—“did you think I’d let you get away with that?”
I shook my head. My lip ached from where I bit at it.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Probably not.”
His hands slipped away from my hips, leaving my skin tingling from the absence of his touch. Then, a sharp tap on my ass sent a shiver of anticipation through me. My stomach twisted, heat curling low inside me.
“Then you disobeyed so I’d fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice, and it made my thighs press together.
His hand moved over me, teasing, his fingers trailing lower until he touched me where I needed him most. A gasp escaped my lips as he rubbed circles against my clit. Then, just when I thought I might melt under his touch, he withdrew the toy inside me.
The emptiness lasted only a second before he slid it back in, agonizingly slow. I clenched around his cock, my body betraying me.
“Faster,” I whimpered, barely able to hold myself up.
“I was going to be gentle with you tonight,” he drawled. “But you shot that plan straight to hell, didn’t you?”
Before I could process his words, his hand came down sharply against my ass. My legs nearly buckled as the sharp sting turned into something needy inside me.
It was painful, and humiliating, but the arousal running down my legs proved my interest. For whatever reason, one I liked to believe was derived from my absent parents, Ilikedit.
“You’re going to count to twenty,” he ordered. “Keep your legs spread so I can see that cunt.”
My breath hitched, but I obeyed.
The first slap made me jolt. “One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
By the time I reached eighteen, my lips quivered. Staying in position was almost impossible as the stinging climbed up my spine.
“Why am I punishing you?” he demanded.
I forced my voice not to shake as I replied, “I used your cock to please myself without permission.”
His palm came down again, stinging more each time it met my skin. “Nineteen.”
“And who am I?”
“My Dom.”
