Page 31 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

TWENTY-SIX

Waiting was the worst part; Jason’s eyes drank in every insignificant move I made. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine, making it impossible to relax. The only sound breaking the silence was the jingling of keys as he swung them casually from his fingers.

The rhythmic clinking was hypnotic, and my imagination ran wild with what he might do next as I fought to stay calm. I must have been a sight to behold, completely immobile, exposed, and utterly at his mercy.

As if sensing my spiraling thoughts, Jason finally moved, closing the distance between us and unhooking the chain from the pipes.

He led me by the chain, the cool metal brushing against my skin, to the table across the room. Without hesitation, he swept everything off its surface with one motion, the toys scattering onto the floor. “Bend over,” he ordered.

No please or thank you. His mother must be so proud , I thought wryly, though the sarcasm barely registered against the heat pooling in my stomach.

But manners were the furthest thing from my mind when I glanced up at him. His eyes locked onto mine, assessing my hesitation.

“Are you refusing?” he asked, tilting his head, as if daring me to test him.

A grin spread across my face.

The temptation to mess with him begged to take over. I promised to be his Sub but not to make it easy for him.

Before he could react, I pushed my body against his, feeling the solid warmth of him against my skin. The look of confusion on his face was electrifying, and I took sick pleasure in the power shift. For just a second, I had the upper hand, and it was intoxicating.

Jason seemed stunned by my boldness, letting me roll my hips up and down on his shaft. But it wasn’t long before he snapped out of his trance and yanked me off by my hair.

My yelp echoed through the room. Jason used my hair as a leash and pushed me down on the table.

I felt his hands work quickly, fastening the chains around my wrists and ankles, ensuring I had no chance of getting away—not that I wanted to.

The slight jingle of the metal as he secured me was the only sound, save for my shallow breaths.

Pinned in place, I could only stare at the wall in front of me, unable to see what he was doing behind me.

“Tell me,”—Jason’s grip tightened around my hips—“did you think I’d let you get away with that?”

I shook my head. My lip ached from where I bit at it.

“Answer me,” he commanded.

“Probably not.”

His hands slipped away from my hips, leaving my skin tingling from the absence of his touch. Then, a sharp tap on my ass sent a shiver of anticipation through me. My stomach twisted, heat curling low inside me.

“Then you disobeyed so I’d fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice, and it made my thighs press together.

His hand moved over me, teasing, his fingers trailing lower until he touched me where I needed him most. A gasp escaped my lips as he rubbed circles against my clit. Then, just when I thought I might melt under his touch, he withdrew the toy inside me.

The emptiness lasted only a second before he slid it back in, agonizingly slow. I clenched around his cock, my body betraying me.

“Faster,” I whimpered, barely able to hold myself up.

“I was going to be gentle with you tonight,” he drawled. “But you shot that plan straight to hell, didn’t you?”

Before I could process his words, his hand came down sharply against my ass. My legs nearly buckled as the sharp sting turned into something needy inside me.

It was painful, and humiliating, but the arousal running down my legs proved my interest. For whatever reason, one I liked to believe was derived from my absent parents, I liked it.

“You’re going to count to twenty,” he ordered. “Keep your legs spread so I can see that cunt.”

My breath hitched, but I obeyed.

The first slap made me jolt. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

By the time I reached eighteen, my lips quivered. Staying in position was almost impossible as the stinging climbed up my spine.

“Why am I punishing you?” he demanded.

I forced my voice not to shake as I replied, “I used your cock to please myself without permission.”

His palm came down again, stinging more each time it met my skin. “Nineteen.”

“And who am I?”

“My Dom.”

“And you are?”

“Your Sub.”

The final number came out as a whimper.

Jason leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. His body pressed against mine, his cock teasing against my slick pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you, but I promise you won’t enjoy it. I’m going to bury myself so far inside your cunt that you’ll scream. Tears are going to stream down your face, and it’ll almost be as wet as your pussy.”

Jason spun my body around so he could watch as he broke me. He reached for the clamps still on my nipples, tightening them until a strangled moan slipped from my lips.

He didn’t wait before forcing himself inside me in one hard thrust. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms. There was no time to adjust before he pulled back and drove into me again.

Every stroke knocked the air from my lungs, my body stretching, burning, taking everything he gave. I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

When our eyes met, his were dark with hunger, with control. He was going to break me, and I wanted him to. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. His teeth found the crook of my neck, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper.

The pain mingled with the sensation of becoming his sent me spiraling into a trance.

By the time Jason finished and started to lead me out of the secluded basement, I didn’t protest. He pulled me to my feet, guiding me toward the door. My legs wobbled, barely holding me up, but I followed.

The flashing lights woke me up and snapped everything back into place. Oh God.

All at once I became aware of my surroundings, and I tried to shrink behind him, my naked body too exposed. My legs wobbled as I followed Jason, refusing to walk any further down the hall.

“We can’t go out there,” I hissed, growing frantic. “The girls from work will see me.”

But he didn’t stop.

The music got louder. My stomach crawled into my throat.

“Jason, please don’t,” I pleaded.

Before I could protest further, he spun, pinning me against the wall. His hand pressed down on my shoulder, his face inches from mine.

“What did you call me?” Chills ran up my spine at the sound of his voice.

“I-I-Uh—” Words refused to form as I stared into his eyes.

His gaze held me still. “Answer me.”

I swallowed hard.

“Your name,” I whispered.

And I knew, instantly, that was the wrong answer.

Jason’s hands pressed harder against me, his grip firm, demanding. A sharp gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver through me.

“Do you think it’s appropriate for my Sub to say my name?” His voice was low, controlled, but I knew better than to mistake it for kindness.

My heart pounded. I kept my eyes down, but his hard cock pressed against me, a silent promise of what would come if I trusted him.

“No, sir,” I mumbled.

Jason nodded, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing line down my spine.

“From now on, you will do what I say, when I say it. We already discussed your limits, and I will never break that trust. If you want to go over everything, we can, but not in the hall.”

I swallowed, my pulse hammering.

“And as for your friends…”

His gaze bore into mine, penetrating deep within me.

“I hope they see you.” His eyes darkened, and I swallowed down the argument in the back of my throat. “I want them to see you led out by a chain, your skin completely bare except for where I taught you how to be a good slut.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

“I want everyone in the room to turn and stare at the best toy I’ve ever created.”

My lips parted, but before I could respond, Jason tilted his head.

“If you don’t shut those pretty lips of yours,” he said smoothly, “I’ll ruin them.”

I should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve wanted to run, but instead, I felt my thighs clench, my body betraying just how much I needed him to make good on the threat.

With that, he turned, leading me down the hallway without another word. The sound of my own breathing filled my ears as we stopped at the last door.

Jason pulled a key from his pocket, sliding it into the lock with ease. The soft click of the door unlocking made my pulse jump. Then, the lights flickered on. I barely managed to swallow the startled gasp that rose in my throat.