Is he enjoying this?
Should I do more or less?
What if I’m the worst he’s ever had?
And judging by that secret Santa gift, and what I’ve heard, he’s had a lot.
Will he treat me like the rest once this is over?
Just like that, the sensation disappears just like it did all the other times before.
The disappointment and underlying sadness I usually feel quickly follows. Now, I am just wasting Jason’s time. I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling, before shielding my eyes.
“Bree?”
Jason’s tone is too much for me right now. I need to sulk in private. I roll off the bed and run to the door. It’s opened an inch before Jason’s palm slams against it, closing it again. He turns me to face him then pushes me against the door.
“What the fuck are you doing, Bree?”
“I need to go.”
His eyes blaze with anger.
“You shouldn’t have anywhere to be. I told you not to make any plans.”
He’s mad; I can feel his heat radiating off his naked body.
“It’s not going to work—”
“How in the hell would you know? We’re just getting started.”
His muscular chest heaves. Part of me finds his anger…exciting. I don’t get a chance to answer before he grips my jaw between his fingers and thumb, forcing me to look at him.
“Do I scare you, make you uncomfortable, or fear for your life?”
“No.”
“Then listen very fucking carefully. You came to me because you didn’t know what the hell you were doing. I’m in charge here, not you. The moment you agreed to enter my room, I became the owner of your pussy and responsible for its pleasure.”
I gasp but some of the arousal I lost is returning with each word.
“I don’t go to your lab or where ever the fuck you work to tell you what to do. You don’t get those options here.”
He picks me up by gripping me under my arms and presses me against the door. My feet are dangling, but I’m hyper-aware of our nudity. My heart’s racing, and it has everything to do with arousal and nothing to do with fear.
“You asked for this. I call the shots until the contract is fulfilled or expired. Don’t ever make that fucking mistake again.” Jason studies my face for a moment, his jaw clenching.
I’m so damn wet, and I don’t understand why or how.
“Wrap your fucking legs around me, now.”
I comply because his command makes me throb.
Without warning, Jason shoves himself inside of me. It’s a combination of pleasure and pain so shocking, yet acute, it steals my breath. Free from not supporting my weight, his hand finds my jaw once more and twists my head to the side. His beard tickles me before I feel his teeth briefly pierce the skin on my neck. My sharp inhale doubles as a moan.
“Looks like you like it rough, Bree,” he hisses in my ear with another hard thrust.
My entire body feels alive. I grab his shoulders to keep my balance as he begins to pound into me against the door. I feel pleasure I’ve never known. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t care.
