Owned by Fate (Serve #1)(10)

“You’re goddamn right you love it.” He pumped his finger deep inside her continuously, while keeping the circular pressure on her clit. “Not half as much as I’m going to love proving it. Come on, baby, give up that first orgasm so I can see to your second.”

Caroline tried to force oxygen into her lungs but couldn’t. Who speaks like that? Her nipples swelled with each touch of the feather, until she could feel a tethered line connected between her breasts and her core. Sunbursts formed behind her eyes as the orgasm sped close, gripped her, and catapulted her to somewhere otherworldly. Caroline was only given a scant moment to brace herself against the chaotic rush, severing her ties with reality, when Jonah spun her around and forced her chin up while she was still mid-scream.

“Perhaps it won’t take as long as I thought to get you ready for me.” Jonah laid his hands flat on the wall above her head. In one swift movement, he dipped his knees and levered her against the wall, holding her off the floor with his hips and nothing else. Caroline moaned and writhed when she felt his erection between her legs, hard as steel. “I bet you’d like it now, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to unzip my pants and f*ck you so hard you won’t be able to speak for a week?”

Caroline thought she might have nodded. “Please,” she whispered.

“No. You’ve had your pleasure; now I’ll take mine from those bratty little lips. They’ve been taunting me since you walked into my club.” He leaned in, eyes lit with something close to a frenzy as they zeroed in on her mouth. “Lick them for me.”

Without hesitation, Caroline’s tongue smoothed over her bottom lip before trailing over the fuller top one. It dawned somewhere in whatever consciousness she had left that they hadn’t yet kissed and it felt like sacrilege. She suddenly wanted that intimacy with a blazing intensity that defied logic. “What are you waiting for? Kiss me, Jonah.”

“Call me Master, and I will.”

She swallowed hard against the warning that echoed in her head. Bad idea. This is a very bad idea. But wanting to kiss him more than she cared about the consequences had her slipping off the precipice. “Kiss me, Master.”

A rough sound emanated from his throat as his mouth consumed hers. He sucked her top lip into his mouth before licking deep, tasting her so thoroughly, so demandingly, that her head spun. She felt his powerful body shudder, displaying a weakness so inconsistent with his strength, it shot her full of potent confidence. Made her want to exploit that weakness even further. In the back of her mind, she recognized the truth of his earlier words. She did hold the power. It was her final thought before everything but Jonah faded to black.

He dropped his hands to grip her bottom as he walked them backward toward the bed. When he sat on the edge, still kissing her furiously, her naked center pressed down onto his arousal, drawing her fleeting attention to the fact that she was completely naked and he still wore pants. The visual swamped her with heat.

Jonah pulled away for a split second, and they both gasped like Olympic swimmers coming up for air. “Fuck, Caroline. Wrap your legs tight. I want to feel the * I just finished satisfying.”

She did as she was told, squeezing his hips between shaking thighs, and started to rock. Her sensitive flesh quaked and dampened at the incredible sensation of riding his rigid erection.

“Good girl, just like that. Now a little more of that mouth and I’m going to come.” He wound her hair tight around his fist. “After this, the next time I come, it’ll be inside you, baby. That’s a f*cking promise.”

Their mouths met in a turbulent meshing of lips. Jonah used her fisted hair to control the angle of her head as he drew a little of her soul out with every lick of his tongue. Caroline had no idea how long the kiss went on before he started groaning. It started as a distant rumble that grew louder until it turned into a loud, urgent growl. His hips began pumping upward beneath her, matching her rhythm, then increasing it, faster and faster until she couldn’t tell which one of them the throaty noise came from. Another orgasm, twice as intense, gathered in her belly like an oncoming storm, tightening her limbs. Sensing how close Jonah was to his own release and wanting to find completion with him, she slipped her hand between their bodies and stroked her clitoris once, twice, and let bliss spiral through her.

Jonah jerked away with a strangled groan, his chest and arm muscles contracting under sweat-dampened skin as his fists dug into the mattress. Still lost in the throes of her own climax, Caroline watched him in awe. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he roared, he was male perfection. Absolutely magnificent.

A moment passed wherein they both struggled to regain their bearings. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she’d brought this powerful man to such a stunning release. As for what he’d done to her, without even being inside her…and the things he’d said…there wasn’t one experience in her past with which to compare it.

Jonah’s head finally came up, and their gazes locked. A corner of his mouth quirked up with lazy satisfaction, and she felt her own expression sheepishly mirror his. One of his hands reached toward her, seemingly to stroke her cheek…when Caroline heard the unmistakable sound of flesh being abused. Jonah’s hand paused in midair, his smile fading into a grim line.

It sounded as though it were coming from the room next door. Loud feminine wailing interspersed with the slap of a foreign object against skin. Suddenly, whatever moment had passed between them felt tarnished and cheap. Caroline’s surroundings greeted her in a dizzying rush, her conscience finally showing up after an hour-long vacation. She was sitting, stark naked, on this almost stranger. An almost stranger who owned this very club and practiced BDSM as a lifestyle. If she’d let him, he would be giving her the same kind of treatment as the woman next door, enjoying her discomfort.