Owned by Fate (Serve #1)(27)

“Caroline.” He paused to warn her, voice harder than before.

“Master, please.”

Blasted by satisfaction, Jonah drew hard on her clit one final time, rolling it on his tongue. She shook on the dresser, rattling the mirror against the wall. Knowing he’d f*ck her soon, he added a third finger just as she came, but he didn’t cease his ministrations. Caroline’s climax still quaking through her, Jonah pumped his fingers deep and licked her until she came twice more. By the time her third orgasm subsided, her lips were raw from being bitten. Voice hoarse from begging for more, more. He wanted to hear her say the words. Needed to see those fantasy lips say things they never imagined saying.

After tightening the blindfold, Jonah dragged her off the well-used furniture and propelled her toward the bed.

“Tell me what more means, Caroline.”

“You,” she sobbed. “I want you.”

Jonah pulled her back to his chest and thrust his erection up against her ass. “You want to take care of this for your master?”

“Yes.” She circled her hips against him so enticingly and with such desperation, he almost gave in and entered her. “Please let me.”

“How are you going to make me come, baby?”

Her frustrated whimper earned her a slap of his hand. “With my body. My…*.”

“Good girl.” Jonah gritted his teeth but couldn’t hold back his rumble of satisfaction. “Now tell me again what you want.”

“Your… Oh, God, your cock.” Her body started to tremble. “Please.”

With a firm hand on her back, he pushed her forward so she stood bent over the bed, then rolled on the condom he’d pulled from his pocket. Power flowing through his veins, he picked up the paddle. “Get your ass in the air, Caroline. I’m about to give you exactly what the f*ck you need.”

She liked the position. He could tell by the way she tilted her hips, tossed her hair back with a flick of her head. When she turned her head toward him and said, “Yes, Master,” it nearly undid him. He wanted to grab her hips and f*ck her senseless, but the paddle felt too damn good in his hand. Forcing himself to land a soft blow first, he felt his good intentions melt away with each slap of leather on flesh, leaving pink marks that would still be there tomorrow to remind her of him. Of who’d owned her tonight.

Taking a chance, he slapped her harder than before, clenching his fists when she only tried to get closer. “Careful, baby. You’re giving yourself away. You love it, don’t you? That sharp bite echoing between your gorgeous, shaking thighs? Who’s the one providing the bite, Caroline?”

“You are, Master.”

“That’s right.” He dropped the paddle on the bed and slipped two fingers inside her, holding them tight and deep. “Thank me for your punishment.”

“Thank you.” Caroline’s words ended on a scream when he withdrew his fingers and buried his rigid cock to the hilt. Jonah’s vision blurred at the overwhelming pleasure her tight entrance afforded him. Fuck, it felt like she was trying to squeeze him out and suck him in at the same time. He’d never been so lost in the need to thrust, while being held back by the voice compelling him to cherish the singular feeling. When she spread her thighs wider and begged breathily, the former won.

Jonah planted his fists on the bed and worked his hips, grinding into her slowly, before rearing back and slamming home once more. He repeated the movement several times, each time better than the last. When her back and shoulders began to tremble, Jonah realized he’d been holding back from taking her hard because he wanted to see her face as he did so. In one quick movement, he withdrew, flipped her over, and yanked off the blindfold.

A moan broke free from him at her expression. Utter ecstasy blanketed her features, driving him into a frenzy. His ferocious thrust propelled her up the bed, her thighs circling his waist and holding tight. Jonah manacled her wrists above her head with one hand and threw his head back to avoid the picture she made beneath him, afraid it would make him come too soon. No one can have her but me. No one can have her but me. The chant repeated itself over and over in his mind as he gave in to the vicious urge and f*cked her without an ounce of restraint.

“Jonah.” Her head tossed on the bed, face flushed, breasts bouncing in time with his drives. “Master.”

“Goddammit, Caroline. If I’d known, if I’d even had a f*cking hunch you’d feel like this, I’d never have been able to wait. You’d have been introduced to my cock that first night.” Jonah grabbed one of her ankles and threw it over his shoulder, changing the angle as he continued to pound into her. “Come hard, baby. Show me how much you love it.”

“I love it. I love it.” He felt her inner walls clench around him, and it drained the last drop of his sanity. Her entire body was wracked with tremors then, eyes disappearing into her head. “I’m coming again… Please…don’t stop.”

Jonah brought his body down hard on top of her, pinning her with his weight and thrusting deep to help her ride out her orgasm. “Who owns you? Who owns this body?”

“You do. Oh, God.”

He finally allowed himself to climax, unable to hold back another second when her * began milking him rhythmically in a way he knew would cause him to harden every time he remembered it for years to come. A rush of something transcending pleasure gripped him, taking over his body. “Goddamn, that hot little * is working me so f*cking good. Don’t stop. Jesus, baby, f*ck.”