Page 41 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

THIRTY-FOUR

My heart fluttered in my chest as I waited for his next move. His fingers traced the side of my face. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, lingering there, and it took all my self-restraint not to let each of his fingers fall in between my lips and prove I was ready.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured.

I hadn’t even noticed.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Are you nervous, Tara?”

I swallowed hard, but my voice still came out unsteady. “No.”

Jason’s brow lifted, amused by my attempt at defiance. “No?” he repeated.

His hands slid down my arms, gripping them just tight enough to remind me who was in control. My breath shuddered out of me, and I hated how my body reacted to him. To this . We were sick, damaged at the very least, for enjoying our dynamic.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispered, “do you want me to fuck you?”

My whole body tensed, heat rolling through me like a slow burn. I tried not to melt under his searing touch and stumbled over my answer. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it come from me in short, ragged breaths. My shirt was crumpled on the floor, and I was exposed from the waist up.

I clenched my jaw, my pride fighting a losing battle.

Jason leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me what you need.”

My heart pounded. I had never been like this with anyone before. Never let someone control me like this, never felt the thrill of giving in.

But with him?

With Jason, it felt right.

He slid a hand into my hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. I shuddered, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

What the hell was wrong with me?

A part of me, one I hadn’t even realized existed until recently, thrived on the way he handled me, the way he expected me to obey.

And worse?

I liked that he knew it.

“You want me to take you here?” he taunted, tracing my neckline with his devious lips. “Maybe the on the wall…” He tugged on my nipples and smirked at the sound that left me. “Or the desk.”

Any more of his teasing and I would be standing in a puddle.

“I could bend your tight little ass over anything in this room and make you scream my name until it’s all you can remember. Is that what you want?”

I squirmed against him, trying to regain some semblance of my dignity, but his palms slid down the small of my back, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me further into him.

“Yes, just please fuck me already,” I begged. Our lips were so close I could almost taste his bittersweet flavor dancing on my tongue. “I’ll do anything.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”

I shouldn’t have said that.

Jason shifted, and I felt his length underneath me. Then he said, “No.”

I blinked at his answer. “What?” I gaped at him.

“I think you heard me.” A sinister smile toyed at the corners of his lips.

“Why not?”

I had been so preoccupied that I hadn’t noticed the way I had been moving over his lap, grinding against him through his jeans.

“I’ve made this too easy for you.” Just listening to those words made me scoff.

My outburst earned me a look that I knew meant I would be punished later.

“You said you would do anything,” he reminded me. I nodded before he could finish his sentence. “So beg.”

I stared at him in wonder. “I?—”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, but how—” The look came back for an encore.

I was beginning to feel like I was back in grade school, so when I raised my bound hands as best I could and waited for him to call on me, I was already aware that I would pay the price.

He sighed in exasperation at my antics. “Yes?”

“May I speak, sir?” Sarcasm seeped off my tongue in pools, but the expression on his face was too priceless.

“You may,” he allowed.

“I have one question, but it’s a two-parter, so?—”

“Tara,” he warned.

I knew by his tone that I needed to keep my mouth shut. “Right, so the first question is more of a statement really. I thought I was begging already and?—”

“Tara,” he said again.

“I’m a little confused because you’re clearly hor?—”

Jason pulled the belt off my wrists and gagged me with it, mid-sentence. My complaints were muffled, and I was pissed.

“Over my lap. Now.” Jason didn’t wait for me to comply and he gladly took matters into his own hands.

Before I could attempt to say an audible statement along the lines of ‘ Fuck off ’, my ass was propped up on his knee.

His fingers stroked my clit, and I groaned. “You like that?” he taunted.

I said something along the lines of “ You’re a fucking dick.”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I can’t really hear you.”

The gag muffled my cries as he pumped a finger in and out of me. I moved my hips against his leg, and just as I was approaching my orgasm, he stopped.

He knew what he had done. It was the plan all along. “Still think you’re in control?”

I let out a muffled noise against the gag, my frustration and arousal tangling together until I could barely think straight.

Jason chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

My face burned, half from embarrassment, half from the realization that I wanted more.

I wanted him to keep pushing me.

I wanted to know how far I would go for him.

How far he would take me.

Jason leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re still fighting it,” he said, his fingers brushing the side of my thigh. “You can’t stand the fact that you actually enjoy being told what to do.”

I wanted to deny it. But then he slid his hands lower, gripping me like I belonged to him, and suddenly, denial wasn’t an option.

Jason pulled back, and for a moment, I thought he was done, that maybe he’d had his fun and was ready to leave me there.

But then he spoke again. “Get on your knees.”

And without thinking… without hesitating…

I obeyed.

“Ass in the air.” He waited until I was properly spread in front of him before untying the gag.

I heard him walk away and wondered if this would become another one of his disappearing acts. A few moments later, he came back with a spatula.

I stared at him blankly. “I make breakfast with that.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he retorted before smacking my bare ass with the spatula. I moaned, but I felt stupid doing it. “You can edge, but don’t come without permission.”

My body shook as I pressed my hand against my cunt.

I made small circles around my clit to not face the torture of being forbidden to come.

“Faster,” Jason commanded.

A moan slipped out of my lips as I pleasured myself, the warmth between my legs growing rapidly with each movement.

“Please, let me come,” I begged.

“So soon?” he teased.

“Please.” I could feel his eyes roam my body like a predator.

“No,” he said, and then I heard the click of the T.V.