Jonas (Darkness #7)(10)

“If you’re trying to seduce me to make me an idiot, I’d prefer the whip,” Jonas said.

She glanced down at her body in confusion before slowly walking toward him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She lowered herself to kneel directly in front of him. Her sweet breath fell across his face. Her baby-blue eyes held his. A small crease formed between her eyebrows, giving her away.

“You got to this part too soon,” Jonas helped. “You’re supposed to wander around and show off your wares. Then, when I’m salivating, you’re supposed to slink forward. Maybe put your groin in my face or something. Then kneel. Then tease me. When I beg, that’s when you ask questions or whatever it is you want. You got here too quick.”

Anger flashed in her eyes.

“Plus, you still look uncomfortable,” Jonas continued. “If you can’t pull off a cleavage show, how are you gonna pull off near-nakedness? What are you going for, anyway? Love via my dick, or something? I said I’d answer your questions.”

Her mouth turned into a hard line before she abruptly stood. “Fine. How about this.” She stalked back to the corner and came back with a wooden paddle. “Want pain? No problem.”

With only a small grimace from what must’ve been the pain in her side, she leaned down, swung her paddle back, and delivered him one hell of a blow. The slap hit off his wounds from earlier and spread the pain across his chest. Aching bites tore into him as the wounds, barely knitting together, all broke open. He sucked a breath in through his teeth.

“Hurts, huh?” she taunted. “How about this?” She hit him again. Then once more, pounding him with the blunt object with such violence he had an instant hard-on.

“Again,” he breathed, falling into it.

He felt another solid slap. And another. She was taking out her aggression on him, but doing it with an air of precision he hadn’t had before. The landing of each blow was well-placed for maximum effect. She’d chosen the paddle so she could beat the hell out of him without rendering him unconscious or killing him. And she stood over him with a mastery and dominance that set him on fire.

“Again,” he repeated.

The blows stopped. His erection throbbed. He opened his eyes to find her staring down at him with a crooked smile. “You’re on my time. You’ll get punishment when I say you get punishment. And right now, I need an answer or two before I take you higher.”

Jonas’ mouth dropped open as his dick gave a lurch. His ardor rose. His eyes traveled her beautiful face and then dropped down to her perfect body. Great gods he wanted her. This strong, dominant woman who was so full of pain and loathing for her life that she didn’t realize the strength she possessed. He could help her—bring out the wild vixen in her. And, in turn, she could quell his beasts. She could take control while he happily lost it.

She’d just figured out his weakness. His real desires. Now the test of wills began.

“Take me higher? Sexually, you mean?” Jonas countered, trying to back her down.

The shadow passed over her eyes for a moment, but a glimmer came back in immediately. “I mean to beat the living hell out of you. And you’ll like it. And you’ll beg for completion. And if you do what I ask, I’ll free one of your hands for a time so you can take care of it.”

“It will be you who takes care of it. With your body. Or your mouth.”

A crease formed in her eyebrows as she wrestled with something internal. Anger flashed again. “I don’t give a crap how you take the pain, Jonas. You want to get off on it, what is that to me? Nothing. But the only person that is going to be f*cking you is yourself. In the meantime, you’ll tell me everything I want to hear. Starting now.”

He almost flinched as she rushed him in the heat of passion. Violence and aggression poured from her body. She slammed him with the paddle two more times before crossing to his back and hitting him three times there. He soaked in the pain. He let it swirl around him. He let it fire him up and then pool in the base of his cock. His past didn’t rear up, this time. The taunts didn’t come. The remembrance of lonely days or constant torture didn’t surface. All he could think was her and the moment. Her mad plight to use him to extinguish her rage.

“Touch me,” Jonas groaned as his body lit on fire from the inside out. “Please. Turn your pain into pleasure with me.”

The paddle didn’t return. She walked around to the front of him with hard eyes. “Does the human mage know Cato? Is it true he backed her?”

Jonas’ head was swirling. His cock was so hard he couldn’t think. She stepped closer, dousing him in body heat. Her breasts, barely visible, were so close. If she leaned down he could suckle them through her sheer dress. “Please.”

Her hand came up and slapped him across the face. “Does Cato back the leader of your clan?”

He opened his eyes and connected to her burning gaze. Passion boiled there. Not sexual, not yet, but something else. Wild abandon. A fighter crouched. A caged animal paced.

“I will not answer questions about the mage or the Boss.”

She kneeled in front of him slowly. Her soft hands trailed up his arms and to his shoulders. She glanced down between them. Following her gaze, he saw his dick straining out to her. He almost leaned forward to try and kiss her. To feel those full lips as she lost herself to ecstasy. But when her eyes came back up, that familiar haunt was there. That fear. That inadequacy.