When Jarred purred, it shot straight to her clit, and Wave couldn’t help the little moan that broke free.She could feel his cock growing hard between them and wiggled in an attempt to rub against him.
“Damn, precious,” Jarred groaned.“How badly do you want those burgers?”
“I’m not hungry anymore.Take me to bed, pet,” Wave growled and nipped his earlobe, before reluctantly sliding down.“As soon as I get things locked up.Go wait outside,” she ordered him.Then she rose to her tiptoes and kissed him quickly one more time, before pushing at his chest.“Go!”
Somehow,bysomeunknownmiracle, Wave managed to keep her hands off of Jarred’s cock while he drove her to the Powerhouse mansion.They stumbled up the stairs together, and Jarred slammed the door and then locked it.
The tension in the room ratcheted up when he turned around and met Wave’s eyes.She bit her lip and looked him up and down before blurting out the question that had been bothering her.
“Do you want to be my pet for this, Jarred?”
All the tension leaked out of his body, and he swallowed before answering, “Yes.”
Just one word and the tone of his voice held pleading and hope and a myriad of other emotions that Wave couldn’t focus on, or she would lose her nerve.So, she smiled and nodded.The need to take care of him and make him feel so good he forgot his name rose deep within her.He was hers.She would never share him.
“Mine.”The siren’s growl broke free before she could bite it back.Jarred nodded, eyes turning hooded.Not an inkling of resistance to her claim.Wave shuddered as the feeling settled low in her stomach.
Slowly, she walked over to Jarred and stopped just before her nose made contact with his chest.“Undress me,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate, pulling her shirt over her head and then snapping her bra open.The clothes ended up in a pile on the floor when he dropped to his knees and unlaced her sneakers.Her jeans dropped to the floor a moment later, and Jarred’s eyes burned holes into her panties.The whole time he’d been efficient and touched her only minimally, but now Wave could see he was close to snapping.
“Where’s the lube, pet?”Her question made his gaze jerk up, and then he cleared his throat.
“Nightstand, top drawer.”
“Undress and bring it to the shower.”She didn’t wait to see if he followed her instructions, she wanted to make sure the water was nice and warm by the time he came.And he would come.A small smirk stretched over her lips.Water was her element after all.
Chapter 37 – Jarred
Jarredhesitatedatthebathroom door.Wayla was standing under the water, all slick and wet and delicious, and the devious smirk playing over her lips made his cock ready to burst and butt clench.
“Coming, pet?”she purred.
“If you’ll let me,” he blurted out, and Wayla’s delighted laughter eased some of the tension, allowing him to walk slowly over to her.
“Oh, I won’t be denying you anything tonight, pet.In fact, I plan to make you come until you beg for mercy.”She grabbed the lube from his hand and set it on the shelf before pulling him under the water with her.Her eyes and tone turned serious then.“You say apple and I’ll stop, Jarred.Got it?”
He nodded.
“Say it,” she demanded.
“Apple,” he choked out, throat too tight to speak.
“Good pet,” Wayla softened and lifted a hand to cradle his cheek.“You tell me if you want me to slow down, or if you don’t like something, but I need you to promise me you’ll say apple if you want me to just stop.”
Now the words came easier, and Jarred nuzzled her palm.“Yes, mistress.I’ll say apple if I want you to stop.”
Wayla’s expression shifted again, and Jarred’s cock stood to attention immediately.“Good pet.Now turn around so I can wash your back.Lean your hands on the wall for support and keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
Quickly, he followed her instructions and then almost lost his balance as several tiny strands of water wrapped around his limbs and pulled his legs further apart.Those strands tugged at him until Wayla hummed, satisfied.
Water.Jarred gulped.He was in a shower with a storm spirit with unlimited access to water, and while she might suck at shielding, her control over water was splendid.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as another strand of water wrapped around the base of his cock like a ring.The same pressure then twined around his balls before tightening just enough to pull a grunt from him.
The smell of his own soap filled the air as Wayla began to wash his shoulders.Her hands were firm and unhurried as she massaged his muscles there before almost hugging him from behind to reach his chest.The light pinch on his nipples was just a tease, too light to penetrate the haze building in his mind.
“Harder, mistress, please.”
