“I see. And what is it about having a woman submit that you like?”
Because he ached to gather her into his arms, he leaned even closer. Her pulse fluttered in her neck. He could practically smell her arousal. Holding her gaze, he dropped his shields and let her see his desire. “I enjoy bending a woman to my desires, seeing how much pleasure I can extract, and pushing them past their threshold into realms of pleasure they never knew existed.”
“And you like hitting them with a paddle?” she asked, a small frown dotting her brow.
He knew this might be a sore point for her. There were other ways to discipline a submissive. And he wasn’t a sadist, not that he didn’t enjoy turning a submissive’s ass red, but in her case, he could forgo that aspect and stick with kinky pleasure. “It depends on the submissive. I work to uncover what makes a submissive tick, get to the heart of her desires, and then give them to her. But to do so, I need to be in control. I love seeing a submissive blossom under my hand. It fills me with a sense of completion and drives my desires.”
As he spoke, her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. Jesus, she ached to submit. It was present in every molecule of her body.
She cleared her throat. “So, you don’t always have to hit?”
“It’s not hitting like you know it to be. It’s something Doms practice to deliver to submissives who need pain to gain their pleasure. It’s also something we used to discipline a misbehaving submissive. But if pain is a hard limit for a submissive, there are other ways to discipline one who misbehaves. For instance, denying them a climax is a method that works wonders.”
“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to his lips with blatant hunger.
It was all the invitation Jasper needed. He eradicated the distance and sealed his mouth over her silken lips, emitting a throaty groan. Because fuck, she tasted like whiskey and home. It was as if he’d been waiting his entire existence to kiss this woman.
Her startled moan provided him the opening he needed to plunge his tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth and taste her. Hot fucking honey spiced with whiskey. Her flavor rolled over his tongue and went straight to his cock. She mewled, returning his kiss with a voracious hunger that rivaled his own, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He plucked her off her seat and settled her astride his lap until there wasn’t a centimeter of distance between their bodies.
She fit him perfectly.
Fuck, he was in trouble. Because she fit him in a way in which no other woman ever had, her hot little body perfectly aligned as if she’d been molded by the creator specifically for him.
Jasper ached to devour her. His hands drew her body even closer until her hips and torso were flush against him. He groaned at the press of her hot cunt against his dick. He could feel her heat and wetness through his jeans. Drinking greedily from her mouth, he ached to feel her hot channel clasping his dick.
But he couldn’t rush this. Freya was skittish. He had to proceed slowly with his seduction; otherwise he would spook her, and she’d freeze up.
It’s why he gave her the room she needed and let her body speak while he kissed her. Waiting for the moment when her desire and need overshadowed her inner commentary.
Bloody hell, her honeyed sweetness left him aching to worship her.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth until she clutched his shoulders and rocked her hips over his crotch. His cock pulsed, aching to be freed.
Testing the waters, he drew a hand up the outskirts of her left thigh, delving beneath the material of her robe and nightgown. She didn’t stop him. If anything, her kiss turned hungrier. It was the only signal he needed to proceed. His hand reached her hip. He traced the flimsy string of the delicate panties on her hip.
He inched his hand closer to the promised land. His fingers dipped beneath the lacy fabric and found her bare beneath. He dipped a finger between her folds and was met with slick moisture.
God help him. She was fucking drenched—for him.
More. He needed to taste her everywhere. Jasper kissed his way down her neck while his index finger circled her clit. She gasped and rocked against his hand. Her fingers threaded into his hair as she held on.
Christ, he needed more; he needed fucking everything she would give him. Holding her close, he rose from the chair. She yelped at the sudden movement and clung to him. But then he set her bottom on the table and claimed her mouth in a torrid duel. He kissed her until she went fluid beneath his hands.
Her sweet surrender went straight to his dick. Had he ever tasted a woman so sweet before? One who engaged all his senses until she was the only thing he could see.
No, he hadn’t. And it made her fucking priceless. It made him want to give her the world and do whatever he had to do to keep her.
And then he peeled the robe off her shoulders. Gently, he drew the flimsy spaghetti straps of the nightgown down her arms until the material slid down and freed her breasts. Needing to see them, he tore his mouth from hers and stared. They were high and firm, big enough to fit his hand with stiff dark rose nipples he longed to suck.
“You’re fucking perfect, lass,” he breathed. He swooped down, surrounding a pert nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. She clutched at his head, arching her back, feeding him the mound.
He lashed his tongue against the bud, enjoying her gasped intake of breath and the way she fisted his hair in her hands.
Tenderly he lowered her back onto the table so he could feast on her bounty. When her nipple protruded in a lewd, angry red point, he switched to its twin, administering the same attention to the succulent bud.
His free hand slid down her torso to her thighs. Then pushed the nightgown up to her waist. He cupped her through her panties.
The slip of lace was fucking drenched. He growled with her nipple in his mouth. Hungry didn’t even begin to describe how much he ached to taste her.
Jasper released her nipple with a slight pop, lowering his body into a chair between her spread thighs. He shifted the lace to the side and stared.
Her pussy was pink and lush and wet, and all for him. He drew a thick finger through her folds, hissing out a breath at the heat rippling off her. She whimpered.
Jasper lifted his eyes and connected with her heavy-lidded gaze. “I’m going to make you come, lass, unless you safeword out with the word red. Understand?”
She gave a jerky nod.
“Give me your words, lass.”
“Yes. I understand,” she whispered. Her seductive alto was throaty with desire.
With her permission swimming in his head, he leaned in, inhaling her musky aroma. He parted her folds with his thumbs and drew his tongue through her crease. Her sweet flavor hit his taste buds, and he groaned.
With his gaze trained on her face, he flicked his tongue against her clit before circling the bud. He studied her responses as he ate her pussy.
“Fuck, I could eat this pussy all day, every day, and not tire of it.”
Jasper clamped his hands on her thighs and plundered her sex until she writhed with his name on her lips.
“Jasper, please.”
Her pleading went straight to his dick. And he went after her pussy like a starving man. He wanted to see what she looked like when she came. He thrust his tongue inside her sheath and teased her clit with his fingers. Before switching it up. He plunged two digits inside her taut sheath.
And it was his turn to moan. She was so fucking tight. She’d squeeze his dick like a vise grip. He sucked and nipped at her clit while his fingers fucked her pussy.