So he was either caught up in Angie or testing him. Jared’s money was on the latter.
North started to move his hand again, a small grunt escaping him. Which meant he was close to the edge, close to falling over.
“Like I said, North really needs to come. A whole week of being teased . . . your balls must feel like you’ve got two bowling balls strapped between your legs, do they?”
North shot him a look.
“Poor North,” he said with false sympathy.
As he spoke he ran his fingers over her arms and up her neck, trying to get her used to his touch. She flinched in the beginning but as North provided the show, she settled in, relaxing.
Perfect.
Reaching around her, he undid a couple of buttons on her pajama top. “What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“Red, Sir,” he said.
“Red, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“You’re being such a good girl. North, play with your balls for a moment. I don’t want you exploding just yet. And you definitely can’t come without my permission.”
North stopped touching his dick, cupping his balls instead.
“Do you want to see our boy come?” Jared asked her. “Do you want to see him fall apart?”
It was the only time when North wasn’t totally guarded. When he let go a bit.
She nodded.
“Words,” Jared ordered as he cupped her breast. “How does that feel, North?”
“Like fucking torture. I need to come.”
“My poor boy. Not yet. You can hold on a bit longer, I’m sure.”
North glared at him.
Yep, North was nearing the end of his patience. Jared liked to push, but he didn’t want to push him so far that they both regretted it.
“Play with your cock again while I play with our girl’s nipples.”
He slid his other hand over her free breast. Then he played with her nipples until she was shifting around on the chair, her breathing fast and erratic.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know,” she replied. “Please touch me. Please make me come.”
“Hmm, but you’re being punished. As North will tell you, you don’t get to come while being punished.”
She let out a small cry. “That’s so unfair!”
“My poor girl,” he said. “You’re wound up so tight, aren’t you? But you’re going to have to wait.”
What she didn’t know was that he wouldn’t make her wait too long. He wanted to see her cry out, wanted to hear her beg.
