Honey looks delighted. Angel hides a smile.
The bedroom door shuts, and Jaeger lays me on the bed.
“What’s this about?” I prop myself to my hands. Jaeger gets down on his knees at the foot of the bed and reaches up to unzip my jeans. He drags them off along with my panties and draws me closer so my legs dangle over his shoulder.
“I’ll be quick,” he tells me and seals his mouth to my sex.
My hips rise up, and I’m shuddering in no time. He flattens his tongue and batters my clit. I writhe, already hurtling toward an orgasm.
And then he stops.No!
“Jaeger?” I struggle up so I can grab onto him, but he’s already pulled away. I’m soaking wet, and he uses my panties to mop up my juices, being careful not to touch me too much.
“Don’t cum. Not yet.” He keeps re-dressing me, first sliding my legs back into another pair of panties and then my jeans. Iwhimper, the mere brush of a fresh pair of underwear enough to make my pussy throb.
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.” Jaeger cups the back of my neck and kisses me, his face wet. I surrender to him if only to show how much I need him. I’m grasping his shoulders and trying to pull him on top of me when he lifts his head and fixes me with a stern, sexy glare. “If you cum, I’ll know. And you will be punished.”
I gape at him but can’t suppress a flare of excitement at his threat of punishment. “Why?” I ask, too overwhelmed by horniness to be wary. “What’s going on?”
He strokes my cheek. “There’s a party tonight.”
My brain is filled with pink fog, but a light flares in the distance as I make the connection. “Is that why you sent the dress?”
“Yes. You’ll come to the party as mine.” He’s still cupping my cheek, looking supremely satisfied.
I remember what Honey said about Pandemonium being held at a BDSM club. “You mean… your submissive?”
He sets his hand lightly around my throat. “Mmhmm.”
The fog clears. The ache in my pussy is enough to make me cranky. “And I’m just supposed to go along with this?” I demand.
Jaeger sticks his face close to mine. “Do you want to cum?”
I growl at him.
He just kisses me again and buttons up my jeans. He gathers me in his arms, and I bury my face in his neck.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I groan in answer. I want to cum. I want answers about tonight’s outing, but more than that, I want to cum!
“Love you, bunny,” he murmurs and strokes my curls. I rear back to search his face, but there’s nothing but calm assurance in his expression.
He loves me?
“And you love me.” He sounds sure.
My heart trips over itself. To hide my unsteady breathing, I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him. “I do?”
“Yes. You do.” He gazes at me with such satisfied assurance I can’t meet his eyes.
“I think you’re being an asshole.” I sound cranky as hell.
“You like that most of all.”
I growl, and he chuckles. Another kiss, and he carries me back to my friends.
