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Jasper had done as he was asked and trapped her beneath the lights, sending her into an anxiety attack that made her leap off the front of the stage and bolt...straight into her Dominant's arms. But the fear in her eyes remained with Jasper whenever he closed his eyes and thought about her—the terror in her gaze when she realized she was caged in with the beast had been that of an animal, vulnerable and defenseless, locked in a small room with death looming.
It had all worked out for the best, he reminded himself.
So would this.
With a bag of chips, a box of cookies, and the bottled water in hand, Jasper checked the doors were locked, the lights were off, then headed back upstairs. Navigating the darkness easily, he slipped into Anarchy's room and paused, listening to the slow, easy rhythm of her breathing. Still asleep, good.
Setting the goodies down, he stripped and eased under the covers. He didn't realize how chilled his skin was until he curled an arm around his sleeping kitten's warm waist and shocked her awake with an outraged yelp. "Sorry, Anarchy. Go back to sleep."
"Where the hell have you been, Antarctica?" she demanded, squirming as he yanked her back against his body, curling around her and savoring the welcome heat. "Get off me, you lunatic! Do you know how cold your...oh, that's just mean."
He slipped his hand down, covering her mound with chilly fingers. "Be a good girl and warm your Dom up while he cuddles you, kitten, or I'll heat my fingers up in this slick pussy. Of course, those noises you make might be enough to wake my cock up; in which case, your ass will be enough to get my blood pumping."
The mention of her ass was threat enough to subdue her argument. She sighed and snuggled back into him. Her small huffs of indignation told him it was under duress, but he didn't care. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept with a woman in bed. There certainly hadn't been teasing threats and fun involved.
"Do you have to go into the office tomorrow?" he asked, pressing his nose into her hair.
"No, not tomorrow. I fell behind on my workload while you were away, so I have lots to catch up on, but I'm doing it all from here. Perks of being a graphic designer. I'll have to go in on Wednesday for a meeting, no exceptions. My boss isn’t lenient when it comes to meetings and non-attendance." Her voice was softening, slowing. She hummed under her breath and curled her fingers around his wrist. "This is nice. We should do it more often."
With her safe in his arms, Jasper couldn't agree more.
*
Morning rolled around too soon.
Before Anarchy opened her eyes to the dim light leaking through the curtains, she listened to the trill of birds outside and wished they'd shut the hell up. They had all damn day to sing their hearts out, yet they started at the crack of dawn.
"Not cool," she muttered.
She was warm and comfy, content to sleep the day away. There was a solid wall of heat at her back, and a hand sliding down her thigh, up again. She felt herself go damp, her body needy after spending the night cozied up with a man. Arching her hips, she was rewarded with fingers petting her pussy, parting her labia to delve inside.
"Good morning, kitten." Jasper's voice was rough with sleep. "I trust you slept well?"
She couldn't remember the last time she'd fallen asleep so quickly or so deeply. Truthfully, she was shocked he'd stayed with her. Thrilled, actually. After all the sex, it had been nice to drift away knowing her lover was still there, rather than analyzing why he was in another room, choosing not to be with her. "Yeah. I like sleeping with you."
"And I love waking up with you," he purred in her ear, lazily strumming her clit with his thumb, using light strokes to tighten the ball of desire centered in her womb. His fingers thrust deep. "Are you on birth control, Anarchy?"
Oh God. Please tell me this is leading where I hope it is. "Yes, Sir."
"Hmm. Did Atticus use a condom when he put his cock in you for that one stroke?"
Poor Atticus. He'd gotten all suited up for the party and barely gotten through the door before she kicked him out. "He did, yes. I know he gets tested and he's clean, but I..." Shit, was this really the time for confessions? "I've been yours from the start. I didn't want anyone else but you to be inside me without protection, even though you mauled my heart to shreds. Master Atticus understood. He's a nice man."
Jasper sighed and nuzzled her neck. "Atticus is the one I trusted you with for a reason—he's the best man I know, alongside Braun and Liam and Loki. I'm sorry my idiocy caused you and him pain, kitten. I only wanted the best for you, and I hoped you'd see that eventually. Turns out I was wrong." He kissed her shoulder. "I wasted time when I could have been doing this."
Archie tilted her head to give him better access, then choked on an inhale as his teeth sank slowly, painfully into the curve of her shoulder. The low grunts she made were almost whimpers, and as the pressure increased bit by bit, she felt Jasper's thick erection grow against her ass. She mewled when his knee pressed into her thigh, urging it forward.
The bite mark throbbed when he released her flesh, then his voice joined the pulse of pain until they twined together into one weirdly arousing combination. "We have somewhere important to be this morning, Anarchy. I want you to feel me with every step you take, remember what it's like to have my cock bruising this little cunt whenever I'm not with you." Removing his fingers from the wet, swollen mess between her thighs, he rolled her onto her stomach, and guided his cock to her.
She opened herself further, spreading her thighs as wide as she could manage. She moaned, welcoming the push of his crown, sucking in a breath when Jasper shifted his position to brace his big body over hers. "Bite me again, please?"
"Such a sweet masochist, asking so nicely for pain," was his response. His head bent, lips skimming her skin. "It's making me hard, thinking of you wearing my marks on your body. The imprints of my teeth turning black and blue." His tongue lapped over the first bite; his lips kissed it. "You don't come until I do, kitten. I want you to milk every drop of cum out of me."
As far as warnings went, Archie thought it sucked. His hips drove forward, spearing his cock inside her with a single thrust that stole her breath. Her inner muscles rippled frantically around him, welcoming him home with spasms of delight. A strangled cry escaped her as she arched, then morphed into a scream when teeth clamped down on her shoulder just an inch from the previous wound.
Her brain short-circuited, flying high and leaving her body suspended in ropes of bliss and agony.
Her lover gave her no time to recover, using his body as a weapon. Hammering her into the mattress with all the raw power of a man on a mission. The ropes tightened too fast for her to control, squeezing her orgasm into existence and forcing it to rise quickly.
