Owned by Fate (Serve #1)(26)

Jonah watched Caroline surrender before him, soaking in her gratified surprise greedily, needing every drop. At the first stroke of his paddle, he’d watched her mouth tremble, her pupils dilate. It had been insanely beautiful, her reaction nothing short of a masterpiece. This had to be it. The reason she had magnetized him from the beginning. Underneath her proper outward appearance, Caroline Preston had been waiting to be possessed by him.

He used the paddle’s surface to soothe her stinging flesh before raising the instrument higher and connecting once again, hard enough to jolt the front of her body into his. Breasts flattened against his abdomen, thighs rubbed and interlocked. His groan of pleasure was nearly drowned out by the sexiest whimpering noise his ears had ever encountered. It thickened his erection painfully behind his fly, but he refused to touch himself or allow any kind of relief. No, he planned to savor every second of his sexual high. One Caroline had effortlessly woven around him.

“Jonah…”

He brought the paddle down harder. “In my bedroom, you will call me Master.”

Caroline’s body shuddered violently. Her arms wound around his neck, and she buried her face in his throat. At first, the move, which begged for comfort, filled him with dread. Jesus, no. I’ve hurt her. But then he felt her mouth moving hot and wet across his skin, her lithe body dragging up and down against him, enticing, seducing as if it were necessary.

“Master, please…” she whispered in his ear. “I’m dying here.”

Jonah wound her hair in his first and tugged her back. Mouth swollen and slick, eyes glowing with kindled heat, she was a goddess. His goddess. “I’m going to love teaching you some patience, sweetheart. You don’t know what dying means yet. You’ll know when you’ve come for my mouth so many times, you’d sell your soul to be filled.”

With one hand, Jonah reached down and tore the insubstantial red panties from her body, rendering her completely, blessedly naked. Almost immediately, he had to battle the urge to drop to his knees, wrench her legs apart, and bury his tongue in her heat. Such little restraint was wholly unlike him, but just then he embraced it. Let it scorch through his chest and make him desperate. He was done trying to keep his beast caged in her presence.

Jonah tossed the paddle behind him onto the bed, then gripped her around the waist and boosted her up onto his dresser. “Spread those legs, sweetheart. Show me where the paddle made you wet.”

Her knuckles went white where she grasped the furniture’s edge for balance, making no move to obey him. She wet her lips nervously. Both telling signs that he needed to reassure her, pull back just a little, or he’d lose her.

Jonah leaned forward, pushed her hair back from her face, and kissed her, slowly and deeply. He could barely concentrate enough to draw the blindfold from his drawer. “Caroline, I find everything about you excruciatingly beautiful,” he murmured against her temple as he tied it on over her closed eyes. “Yes, I’m going to demand things from you. I very likely won’t be able to stop myself from taking you harder than I should. But underneath all of that, I’ll be in awe of you. Can you try and remember that?”

Her breath released in a rush. Jonah waited in limbo as a thousand different emotions radiated from her. Then she met his lips hard, legs spreading wide on the dresser between their bodies. A triumphant growl grated his throat, hands going to her knees to push them even wider. Wanting to keep his eyes on her but unable to keep them open because she tasted so sweet, he kissed down her neck, breasts, and belly until his mouth found her center. He savored her in a long lick, glorying in more of that addictive whimpering from above.

“When I left your office yesterday, did you do as I told you?”

The barest hesitation. “Y-yes.”

Jonah rewarded her honesty by sliding his middle finger beneath her, pushing it deep inside her. She shot forward on the dresser with a husky moan, but he settled her back with a hand on her heaving chest. “Tell me what sent you over the edge. Did the idea of my cock pushing past those prim and proper lips excite you? It excites the f*ck out of me, sweetheart.”

Caroline cried out when he gently licked over her clitoris, polishing it with his tongue. “Yes. No. I…” Restless fingers dug into his hair and tugged. “I thought of this.”

Jonah bared his teeth, pressing and humming against her core, knowing it would vibrate through her. He couldn’t prevent a smile when she began writhing before him, hips circling, her sexy little body already desperate for relief. On my terms, Caroline. “You came in your desk chair, underneath that cock-teasing skirt, didn’t you? Did you rub that silky garter over your clit and imagine it was my tongue, baby?” He placed just the right amount of suction over the bundle of nerves in question and took a long pull. “If you’d asked me nicely, I would have stripped you from the waist down and tongue-f*cked you on that desk, right underneath your college degree. Would you have liked the reminder that I don’t give a f*ck what your last name is?”

“Yes,” she cried as he went to work on her clit again, circling, rubbing, and sucking. He watched her, memorizing the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, growing painfully aroused by the sight of her nipples pouting and growing rosier by the second. Those gorgeous thighs trembled, even as they clenched around his head, telling him she was close. When her breathy whimpers grew louder, Jonah added a second finger, crooking and rotating it inside her one minute, thrusting it in and out the next. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Jonah, please.”