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In the deep ocean of his eyes, I find lust and desire. I find a raging need for control and ownership. I find the demand for my submission, but mainly, I find the burning flame of his love for me. And that is the only thing I need, the rest I leave for him to handle.
I put my hands behind my back and hold them together like I assume he expects me too. The look of approval he gives me reassures me. It also makes me proud. I want to please him so badly it burns in me.
He walks out of view and the next thing I know the mattress dips behind me as I imagine he’s putting a knee on it. I feel a silky material between my wrists and arms and my wetness doubles in anticipation.
Where did Jake learn to do this? And when did I start loving it so much? He jerks at the material in a tight, controlled movement and I feel my wrists clash together. I inhale sharply at the surprise, making a breathless sound. It doesn’t hurt but it was so sudden, I didn’t expect it.
“Three,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip not to reply or make any more noise.
He steps away and comes into view. I test the knots he’s done behind my back but they’re sturdy. I should feel trapped and scared, but I don’t. I feel more liberated than ever because I’ve got total faith in Jake. He admires what he’s done with a hand stroking his chin. My shoulders are slightly pulling but nothing that hurts.
“You look beautiful. I hope you’re not too comfortable.”
I open my mouth to say something, but his smirk reminds me I’m not supposed to. So I raise a brow in question instead.
“It’s not supposed to be comfortable, Angel. I want you desperate for me to make it better.”
I’m not sure I follow. I thought he wanted to pleasure me, us. Why does he want me uncomfortable? As he says this, I realize the silk around my wrists is tighter than I thought. Slight panic overtakes me, and I know my gaze must be sharper because his is daring me to say something.
“Jake,” I whisper agitated. “Be considerate. I’ve never done this before.” I squirm in my bonds and he chuckles slightly.
“Four.”
I glare at him. “Just tell me why you want me to be uncomfortable.”
“Five. Do you want to stop? If not, you’re going to have to work harder at submitting, Jamie.”
My name on his lips is like a spell. The level of desire in his voice makes me shiver and my thighs clench without control. I shake my head no. I don’t want him to stop, I’m just struggling to give him absolute control. But I’ll learn. I can do it, I think.
His smile screams satisfaction. “Five it is, then.”
He grabs his desk chair and places it in front of the bed but doesn’t sit. Instead, he comes close to me and without warning, he dips a finger between my folds and relishes in the wetness. I gasp but manage to keep it soundless. The pleasure that surges from my lower belly makes my heart beat too fast for me to handle.
He leaves his finger there but doesn’t move it in the slightest. The pad of it is at my entrance and the rest touches me all the way to my clit. I can’t control my body when it starts squirming and thrusting to get friction, desperate for more, desperate for him to slide deeper.
“Stop moving,” he snaps, and I jump in surprise. “You get what I give you.”
I will myself to stop moving and he keeps his finger still for another few seconds before adjusting. It’s an insignificant gesture, barely anything, but it rips a moan from my throat. I’m craving for more. I feel trapped in the bonds and this is the release I need.
“Six,” he whispers and slides in. He goes as deep as his finger allows and I barely refrain a sound. Instead, my breathing hitches and my chest rises and falls in pants.
“Tonight, if you want to come, you’re going to have to beg so, so hard, Angel. And only I decide if I’m going to give it to you. Yes?”
I nod quickly, the more I agree, the more he’ll be good to me. Give me what I want.
“Good girl,” he comforts me.
I feel rewarded when he lifts his other hand and pinches my left nipple, rubbing, and tugging. Then my right. He brings his mouth to my neck, slowly descends, and makes sure to give both my peaks the attention they deserve.
His finger is still moving inside me and it’s overwhelming, but not nearly enough. I writhe under his touch, but I know he won’t give me what I need. I do my best to not say a word, not make a sound. I’m not exactly looking forward to six spanks but somehow, I know that Jake will make it pleasurable.
He retreats his hand and takes his top off, giving me hope that this little torture session is over. I smile at him, encouraging him to come close to me again but he sits on the chair he’s put in front of the bed.
What is he doing? He can’t just leave me like this after working me up. I’m panting and my mouth is desperate for his. I feel my brows furrowing as he undoes his jeans and his rock-hard cock springs free. My mouth salivates automatically. I have become a master at satisfying Jake’s dick, and I know he loves when I suck him off. But tonight, I can feel he won’t put himself in this position. He won’t let me have any power over him.
He strokes himself, still sitting down, watching me intently, his eyes drinking every inch of my body. I struggle to swallow, my throat suddenly tight, my entire body thirsty for him. I want to feel him, drink him, touch him, become one with him. I wriggle in my bonds, so desperate to reach for him but he tuts me.
“Let’s see how long you last,” he taunts.
