I moan as I do as I’m told, gasping as I slide my fingers into my core. My pussy pulses, wanting more, but I take them out just as quickly, looking over my shoulder at Jagger as he takes them in his mouth.
He curls his tongue around my fingers and sucks. “Fuck,” he growls when I pull my fingers free. He flicks off the screen. His hands moving to my hips, he picks me up and places me back on the coffee table facing him. “Spread your legs.”
My cheeks glow with heat. I’m frozen to the spot with the intense way he’s looking at me.
He raises a challenging brow. “Are you going to disobey me? You’re already in a lot of trouble, flower. Are you willing to push it further?”
I shake my head frantically. “No.”
“Then open up for me.” He motions with his hands for me to widen my legs.
This time I do, the T-shirt rises, and I know he can see my pussy on full display for him.
His eyes burn into me, their intensity like a scorching fire. “Take it off.”
I tug at the bottom of Cruz’s T-shirt and pull it over my head, discarding it on the floor.
His lips curl into a cruel smirk, the corners tilting up in pure self-satisfaction. “Play with yourself. Don’t cum!” He undoes the zipper on his jeans, releasing his massive erection, stroking his hand up and down his shaft as he watches me.
I swallow the lump in my throat, not sure how I obey him right now when I’m already trembling all over with a desperate need to fall apart for him. Having eyes on me is something I was getting used to, working at the club, but it was never like this. The tension between us is so thick, I can hardly breathe.
Pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock, and I can’t help but lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Instead, I toy with my clit, rubbing over my most sensitive spot. My other hand moves to my breasts, plucking at my nipple, putting on a show just for him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He strokes back and forth more aggressively this time.
“I want to taste you.” I almost beg him, not able to stand the distance between us anymore.
He shakes his head, his rejection jarring. “Stretch yourself for me.” He takes my hand and moves it, helping me push two fingers deep inside. “How many can you take?”
Oh fuck. I push in a third. “Three.”
“You can take more for me.”
“Jagger,” I whimper his name, not sure if it’s a warning or a plea. I’m so out of it right now I don’t know what I want.
“Show me four, sweetheart.”
I lean back onto the table, adjusting my position so I can spread my legs wider. I ease my fingers inside, stretching myself for him. I’m so slippery, the four fingers glide in. I cry out, trying not to cum when I’m so damn turned on.
“That’s it, flower, fuck, your cunt looks so good all stretched out and glistening for me.” His hand movements are more deliberate now, like he’s punishing himself.
“Jagger, I’m going to cum.”
His eyes lock with mine. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he groans, thick spurts of liquid spilling from him and onto his hand. His hand comes to mine, stopping me from moving, and I think he’s going to take over and give me what I need. “That’s enough.”
“What?” I gape back at him, my pussy throbbing, so desperate for a release.
He leans in. “Not all punishments will cause you pain,” he whispers, deprived and low enough to make me want to slap him.
“You can’t leave me like this,” I whimper.
“My rules, I can do anything I want.” He stands, glaring down at me like the motherfucker I know he is. He zips up his pants. “I’m going to take a shower.” He turns and strides toward the door.
“I’m going to find Asher and Cruz. Pretty sure they will be more than happy to help me out,” I snap back under my breath.
His dark chuckle fills the room. “Try it, flower, see how well that goes down.” Then he’s gone, and I’m left staring at his back as he moves away.
Fucker. How can he make me want him and hate him at the same damn time? My body is alight, tight and tense all over. I need release, but I’m not prepared to push it. I know he’s keeping his distance because I’m not well enough to take whatever it is he has planned for me. Pain, I’m sure of it. Today was just a test, and right now, I don’t want to do anything to make him change his mind. I’m not sure I’m ready for Jagger like this. Maybe his cop friend is right, and I never will be.
