Page 26 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

TWENTY-ONE

“Green.” The only word I could make out before my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

He has green eyes . A shade of dark pine focused on my stunned expression.

I shifted under the sheets, trying to act casual, but my nerves were impossible to hide. His attention, solely focused on me, sent waves of adrenaline through my body. The smirk curling his lips told me what I already knew: he wasn’t buying the act.

“Is that what your dream was about?” he asked. He was enjoying this far too much.

But there was no point in lying anymore. “Yes.”

Jason slipped out of bed and glanced over my body, his eyes sliding over my exposed skin. I swallowed down the urge to lunge and demand he fuck me against the wall as hard as possible.

Finally, he took a seat at his desk. Piles of half-finished projects sat on top of it and threatened to topple over at any moment.

Waiting for acknowledgment drove me up the same wall I dreamed of him pinning me against.

The ceiling fan groaned with every slow spin, filling the silence.

Before I could come to my senses, he spoke, “Breakfast?”

My mind blanked. “What?”

“Do you want breakfast?” Jason’s back faced me as he fiddled with a toy.

“Sure.” I hesitated. “That’d be nice.” What time is it?

Jason ordered the food and made small talk about the weather while we waited. Once breakfast arrived via delivery man, he cleared off a nearby table for the food. I watched him lay everything out before he invited me over.

I sat down but continued to watch him from the corner of my eye. His soft smile and uncombed bedhead were enough to make any girl melt. I struggled to avoid asking why he hadn’t mentioned my submission since it happened. Was he not in the mood? Did I have morning breath?

Maybe he wasn’t interested anymore but was too polite to say so.

Oh God. I pushed the unsettling idea to the side, and we each grabbed the food that looked most desirable to us. I picked an omelet accompanied by a bagel while Jason opted for eggs sunny side up.

I ate in suspicion of his motives. I shouldn’t have expected any action before I took a shower. Keeping my head down and avoiding his eyes, I silently crafted an escape plan.

When we finished, he cleared the table and sat back down in front of me.

“So,” he started, “if you’re serious about being mine for two months, then I want to discuss it with you first.”

My eyes caught on the shallow dimple near his smile. It was distracting, but I nodded, unsure of what else to do.

“When you’re with me, I’m in charge.” Jason met my gaze, and a weird sense of déjà vu hit me. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t have a say in what happens to you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. That seemed counterintuitive.

He noticed and leaned forward slightly, his voice softening as he explained, “I want you to feel comfortable and for this to be a pleasant experience for you. So, if you’ll submit to me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

“If you have any concerns or limits, then I expect you to tell me about them,” Jason added. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Everything about him put me on edge, but there was something strangely reassuring about the way he spoke, like he genuinely cared. I shook off my disbelief and forced myself to say something, “I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

Jason’s understanding smile sent shivers down my spine. “Anything else?” he asked.

I shook my head and forced myself to stop fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

“Okay then.” Jason stood up but kept his focus on me. “Strip.”

The command took me off guard, but the look in his eyes was enough to tell me I should obey.

I lifted my shirt, my mind racing as I tried to read his thoughts. But my telepathic skills, as usual, were nonexistent.

Another second ticked by, and I kicked my shorts onto the floor.

Jason motioned for me to continue my disrobing.

I unclasped my bra and wondered why my hands were shaking. He’d already seen my naked body in many different ways, but this time my nerves screamed for me to stop. It wasn’t business anymore.

He had to want me, in a real way, and I wasn’t sure I could maintain his interest.

When all my clothes were in a pile, Jason nodded. “Good, but next time I tell you to strip, move a bit faster. I didn’t ask for a striptease.”

“Fine.” The sharp tone left my lips before I could check myself.

His soft expression hardened instantly, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous edge crept into his face.

“If you continue to talk to me like that, I won’t hesitate to give you your first lesson in punishments,” he warned.

The words were meant as a warning, but they only intensified the ache between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold myself together while my body betrayed me.

Jason stood and crossed the short distance between us. Every step made my heart pound louder in my chest.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “And I’ll enjoy making you whimper in submission,” he whispered.

I could practically hear the blood rushing through my veins.

“I know you want that.” He nipped his teeth over the skin of my neck. “You want me to fuck you until you forget why you waited so long to agree to this.”

He pushed me against the side of the table and sandwiched me with his body. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against my stomach. I held back a moan. His hand traveled down my abdomen and grabbed me. His breath rolled off my shoulder as he explored my dripping pussy.

My breathing hitched when he pushed two fingers inside me. “You’re so wet already,” he mused.

I bit back a whimper. His fingers rubbed the inside of my walls until my legs shook.

“I should fuck you right now on this table,” he added, as if pondering the idea.

He slid another finger into me and stroked my G-spot. I ached for more than fingers the longer he teased me.

Meanwhile, his other hand toyed with my nipples. The warm sensation inside me swelled until it hit an insufferable wall. Jason watched my face twist in pleasure and smirked while I remained on edge.

We both knew what I needed to orgasm.

Jason forced a moan off my lips, and my pride unraveled with it. “Please, fuck me.”

He’d already made me beg more than I ever had in my entire life.

The sound of my own pleading voice made cum start to drip down my thighs. Jason parted my legs without resistance, spreading me for his enjoyment.

“You look so sweet,” he teased, “already begging for me to fuck you.”

There was nothing I wanted more. We were so close, and my heart pounded in suspense. Finally, nothing was holding us back.

My head spun as I processed the sensation of his lips against my thighs. He kissed me with the desire to drive me mad. I instinctively tried to close my legs, desperate for some kind of relief, but his hands held me in place, keeping me open for him. Vulnerable. Exposed.

“Jason, please,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t give in. Instead, he continued to tease me, keeping me right on the edge.

“Say it,” he ordered, his lips brushing against my skin.

“What?” I struggled to catch my breath.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

My body was no longer my own; every spark of electricity racing through me seemed to answer to him. There was no room for anything else. No doubts. No fears. Just him.

He circled my clit with his tongue, and a shockwave of pleasure spread through me.

“That didn’t sound very convincing,” Jason scoffed. Never mind that my thoughts were limited, and my vocabulary was restricted to “yes”, “please”, and “right there.” He expected too much from me,

My frustration fused with the pleasure flowing through me. Waiting to have an orgasm had become an impossible task but was maddeningly bittersweet.

“Don’t cum until I say so,” he growled, as if I needed to be reminded. My body twitched as he stood and pressed himself against me.

“I want you to fuck me.” The words came out as a low moan. “I’ll do anything,”

Jason’s possessive stare sent a rush of heat through me, leaving me weak and trembling with arousal. Without a word, he grabbed my waist and bent me over. My chest pressed against the cool surface of the table, and his grip tightened at my hips.

I stayed there, motionless, with my heart pounding as I waited for him to fulfill his promise. Every second stretched endlessly, the anticipation twisting through me like a live wire.

He pressed his cock to the entrance of my pussy.

I sucked in a breath and eagerly grasped the edge of the table.

After weeks of waiting, dreaming of what it would feel like to be his, it was finally happening.

Jason’s hands were firm as they gripped my hips, grounding me while my body trembled with anticipation.

I couldn’t stop myself from squirming, pressing against the tip, desperate for more.

With one swift motion, he pushed me flat against the table, the cool surface pressing into my skin. “Lie still,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with a teasing laugh that made my cheeks burn.

A helpless whimper escaped my lips as he stretched me. The feeling was overwhelming, and pleasure surged through me like a wave I couldn’t outrun. I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the scream building in my throat, but it escaped in fragments when he pulled back and drove into me again.