Page 27 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

TWENTY-TWO

With each thrust, I gasped for air, my body trembling under his control. Jason’s hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me to meet him with every movement. Cum leaked down my legs and covered us both.

Jason reached around and pinched my exposed nipples as he buried himself deep inside me, and I whimpered at the sensation.

My cry elicited a seductive growl from his lips. He pulled out before spinning me around by my waist. His face was flushed with lust while my chest rapidly rose and fell against him. His arms tightened before lifting me onto the table.

The cool surface eased the throbbing between my legs. “Lay down,” he ordered, loosening his grip, although he seemed reluctant to let go.

Jason didn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, he grabbed my leg and lifted it to his side, holding me in place with ease. His striking green eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Before I could recover, he smacked my aroused clit with the back of his hand; a moan fell off my lips at the sensation.

My hands found their way into his dark, messy hair, and I tugged, desperate to feel even closer to him.

He just winked at me, that playful smirk making my heart race, before leaning down to my chest.

When his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive skin, a shockwave of pleasure shot down my spine. I held my legs open, letting him push deeper as he moved on top of me.

His attention shifted from my chest, and his hand closed around my neck, squeezing just enough to pique my interest and keep me wet for him. How many kinks could he possibly unlock for me in one day? Admittedly, I hadn’t been very experimental before him.

My orgasm swelled inside of me, and my back arched as I approached the edge, my nails digging into his back so hard I was sure I’d draw blood.

Jason read the signs and chuckled before saying, “Don’t cum.”

I groaned as he pushed me closer without giving me what I desired most. My eyes rolled back as he reached between my legs and stroked my throbbing clit. He was torturing me, and finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“ Jason .” His name flowed off my lips as the wave of pleasure crashed over me. I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, too greedy to stop myself.

He groaned as my pussy clenched around him, using his arm to support himself so he didn’t fall on top of me. After I released my grip, Jason slowed down. He stared into my exhausted, satisfied eyes with an amused grin on his face.

“I told you not to cum,” he reminded me, raising an eyebrow.

“I… uh…” Still recovering from my long-awaited, much needed orgasm, I stammered something stupid in my defense. “Didn’t hear you?”

Jason backed away, his expression amused. He made it impossible to follow directions, and I had a feeling he enjoyed the panicked look on my face.

If he would leave me tied up with a vibrator pressed against my clit for hours as a test, what would he do as a punishment?

I didn’t have long to wonder.

“On your knees,” he ordered, backing away from the table.

I swallowed at the sight of his cock dripping with the proof of my disobedience. I had never perfected the art of having a subtle orgasm, and I worried that Kitty had already opened the store for the day, overhearing our table fucking.

Post-nut clarity is a bitch.

“Now,” Jason commanded. “Or I’ll drag you myself.” He wasn’t concerned with being discovered, but I had more to lose. For example, my dignity, my friends’ respect, and my ability to feel the back of my throat after he fucked my face.

My curiosity finally won out, so I swallowed my lingering hesitation and dropped to my knees. I bit back a moan when my slick thighs rubbed together, reminding me that one orgasm was never enough. My clit pulsed and begged for more attention, but I had a feeling it’d have to wait.

Jason grabbed my face and tilted my head up, so I was staring at him. My heart pounded as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, lingering there before he pushed it into my mouth. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I wrapped my lips around his thumb, sucking with his eyes focused on mine.

After a moment, he slid his thumb out, replacing it with three fingers. The stretch took me by surprise, but I fought back the moan rising in my throat. My thighs pressed together instinctively, desperate for relief, and Jason noticed. He was leaving me in suspense on purpose.

The faint, salty taste of my cum lingered on his fingers, a reminder of how easily he’d taken control.

“You can do better than that,” Jason chided. I took it as a challenge.

My throat tightened as his fingers slid to the back, and I fought the urge to gag, tears welling up in my eyes. I focused on his expression, the soft curve of his lips, and the approval flickering in his eyes.

Jason’s gaze never wavered, and when he gave me a soft, almost tender smile, my chest tightened. My jaw ached in anticipation. I could taste the tip of his cock on my lips when someone knocked on the door.

My eyes darted past Jason, but he seemed unconcerned.

He ignored the knocking, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I reasoned with myself, pushing aside the nerves building in my stomach. The door was locked. As long as we weren’t too loud, there was no reason to rush.

I flicked my tongue over the head, and he groaned.

“It’s an emergency!” Kitty’s panicked voice interrupted my first lesson in submission.

I fought the urge to take him into my throat before she could steal his attention away.

“This isn’t the time for the silent treatment!” she yelled, growing impatient. I wondered why Kitty would assume Jason was giving her the silent treatment, but I wasn’t curious enough to stop.

Jason put a finger up to his lips and smiled before continuing to defile me. I held back a whimper as his length slid to the back of my throat; I wanted more.

Kitty continued banging on the door until it became too much of a distraction.

“ Dammit ,” he mouthed so she couldn’t hear his frustration. I tried not to laugh at the disappointed expression on his face. “What do you want?” he finally asked, not hiding the annoyance in his voice. He pulled out of my throat, and I stifled the protests forming in the back of my mind.

“Open the door.” Kitty knocked louder, knowing she had his attention. But if he listened, she’d get an eyeful of bare ass.

Not that she’d ever seemed bothered by nudity.

“I’m busy.” He looked down at me and winked.

My heart fluttered at the sight. For the first time, being his secret wasn’t a bad thing.

“Doing what?” Me . I imagined the door opening and Kitty seeing me on my knees with cum running down my legs.

“None of your business,” Jason replied smoothly, his gaze dropping to my lips as if he’d already forgotten she was there.

“This is important!” she pleaded, and I winced.

I wondered if a shipment of double-ended dildos ended up in Japan instead of Ireland.

Jason shook his head. “It can wait.” His attention lingered on me, making my heart race even more. I liked this side of him––the side that told everyone else to fuck off when he was with me.

Kitty let out a frustrated sigh. “Anna is in the hospital.”

The playful grin vanished from Jason’s face. His eyes flashed with panic, and without a word, he turned away from me. My chest tightened as he left me kneeling on the cold cement floor. Who the hell was Anna?

I watched as he grabbed his jeans from the pile and yanked them on in a rush. He gathered his phone off the floor, where it had fallen after what I hoped would be our first round of fucking.

Kitty paused to listen through the door. “Is someone else in there?”

My knees ached from kneeling on the cement floor without his cock to distract me.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Jason said as he grabbed a shirt from the closet. I stayed quiet, frozen as Jason quickly buttoned up his shirt.

“Whatever,” Kitty scoffed, clearly annoyed. “Tell her I said hi.”

I bit my lip, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t bring myself to ask. The worried crease in Jason’s brow told me everything I needed to know: Anna, whoever she was, mattered to him.

He turned back to me, his expression softening as he gave me a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry,” he said.

I swooned at the image, but then I thought of Anna, the girl he was leaving me for. I couldn’t shake the jealousy bubbling up inside me.

He added, “I have to take care of something.” He headed to the door, glancing back at me. “I’ll be back later,” he called over his shoulder, not stopping his steps.

The door clicked shut before I could find the words to ask if he wanted me to wait.

With no instructions to keep me occupied, I bent down to gather my clothes from the floor. My bra dangled off the chair, and my shirt was crumpled by the table.

After a solid five minutes of searching, my thong was nowhere to be found. I sighed again, deciding to call it a loss.

Time crawled by as I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs bouncing impatiently. It had been over an hour, and Jason still hadn’t come back to finish what he’d started.

Unable to sit still any longer, I tiptoed to the door and cracked it open, peeking into the hallway.

The plan was to bolt out of the building so I wouldn’t have to answer any questions.

I didn’t want them to think I was screwing with their ecosystem.

Jason had always been reserved, keeping a distance from the other girls, until me.

Jade’s voice interrupted my train of thought, “He’s great, Mom.” I could practically feel her eyes rolling from behind the wall. “No, this one’s not married.”

I listened to her defend her dating choices until she started ranting in rapid Spanish.

I shut the door with as little noise as possible. Time for Plan B. I scanned the abandoned room for another way out.

My focus shifted to the window I’d shimmied through while filled up to my ears with tequila. I groaned at the idea of sneaking out like a cheap one-night stand. Beggars can’t be choosers.

With a resigned sigh, I dragged the table beneath the window. It screeched against the floor, making me wince. Climbing onto it, I pushed the glass up, saying a silent prayer.

The next few minutes went as easy as squeezing a turkey through a paper towel roll. Which was how my mother described giving birth to me. My arms burned as I tried to hoist myself through the narrow opening, and I silently berated myself for skipping so many gym days.

Images of Jason walking in and catching me stuck halfway through the window flashed through my mind, spurring me to move faster. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to wriggle free and land on the alley floor with a graceless thud.

I dusted myself off and headed toward my apartment.

It was a short walk, and one I was becoming accustomed to. The city was wide awake, unlike me, still tired from my restless night. I pulled Jason’s shirt tighter around my body, promising myself that I only took it to conceal my lowcut top. I wanted to avoid as many stares as possible.

By the time I reached my building, the bronze railing of the stairs felt cool under my palm. I trudged up to my floor thinking, not for the first time, that I should really consider a first-floor apartment.

I sucked in a deep breath as my door slammed behind me. I couldn’t remember breathing during the whole walk home. My mind raced with questions. I wondered who Anna was and why I felt so sick when Jason jumped to her aid.

Kitty’s treatment of him didn’t scream business relationship, either. She didn’t sound afraid or intimidated by the reclusive owner.

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the doubts creeping in. But as I pulled Jason’s shirt tighter around me, the smell of his cologne lingered, making it harder to let go of the doubt.

The memory of his hands roaming over me made heat pool low in my stomach. My thighs clenched involuntarily.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. I needed a cold shower. That was the only way to calm down before I did something stupid—like dig through my purse for his card and call him, begging for answers or worse, begging for him .