Hot Ticket
Page 24
Jace closed the door and followed Aggie into the sanctum. She slid the door closed, startling him. When he turned to look at her, she locked it. Her eyes were as cold as arctic steel. He didn’t know if she was actually pissed at him or if it was all an act. Its source didn’t matter. Her glare made his c**k swell uncomfortably in his jeans.
Her gaze unwavering, Aggie backed him into a corner. She slid her riding crop under the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it a few inches. Her eyebrows rose, and she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted twice. He peeled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She lashed him across the belly, and his entire body jerked. The tip of her crop disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. She slid it further down, along the entire length of his cock, and then pulled the crop free. Again she raised her eyebrows at him, but said nothing.
Shuddering, he released his fly and pulled his c**k free of his pants. It stood at rigid attention between them. She didn’t strike him for obeying her. Just continued to stare at him and wait. What did she want?
“Aggie?”
She shoved a ball into his mouth and fastened the gag around his head. He’d told her last night that he didn’t like to be gagged. When he lifted his hands to release the gag’s buckle, she turned and strode away in that prowling cat walk she’d perfected. He lowered his hands, the gag still in place, and watched her move toward the table where her whips and paddles rested from least to most vicious in a neat line. She set the riding crop down, third in line, after a small paddle and a larger wooden one, and selected her fourth tool—three whips on a short handle. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the clothes on the lower half of his body a pointed look.
Did she want him naked? Would she hit him if he did what she wanted?
He pulled off his boots and shucked his pants, kicking them aside. Wearing nothing but his socks, he waited. She smiled at him coldly and sashayed her way back in his direction. She turned him to face the wall. He felt the cool leather of the three whips slide sensually over his naked back, bu**ocks, between his legs to tease his balls, his ass**le, up his back again to his shoulders. She lashed him once, twice, between the shoulder blades. Sweet, sweet agony. His c**k twitched in anticipation. She didn’t give him more though. Something cold wrapped around his neck and tightened just short of choking him. A collar? Was she really that determined to treat him like a f**king dog? She leaned against his back, the luscious globes of her br**sts pressing into his flesh. She slid the tails of her whip up and down his belly. Whenever the ends of the lashes brushed his cock, he tensed. Concentrating on sensation, he relaxed. He didn’t even notice the cuffs attached to his collar until she had his left wrist immobilized in one.
Jace grabbed the collar’s fastening with his free hand. He’d had enough of this. She had no right to—
Her whip cracked against his ass. He went still, relishing the pain. Oh yes. That’s what he needed. She struck him again and again until he went limp against the wall, his face pressed into the padding. That’s when she secured his free hand to the other cuff attached to his collar. Now that she had both his hands trapped and useless, she grabbed him roughly by the collar and turned him to face her.
“You do not treat me with disregard,” she growled.
Jace’s brow furrowed with confusion. Disregard? What did she mean?
“I am in control.”
Yeah, fine, she was in control. Was she going to hit him some more?
She fastened a leash to his collar and tugged him out of the corner. His first instinct was to fight. He struggled to repress that urge as she pulled him down to the floor on his knees. He stared venom at her for treating him this way.
Aggie stood over him, gazing down with confusion in her pretty blue eyes. “You really don’t like this, do you? To be treated like a dog?”
He shook his head.
“Huh. I thought you were just putting on a tough guy act. It really is just the pain you want.”
I tried to tell you that, he wanted to yell, but couldn’t because she’d gagged him.
“Do you want me to free you?”
He nodded.
“Too bad. You need to be taught a lesson.”
Why? he tried to say. It came out as a muddled sound deep in his throat.
“You made me submit to you and then the minute you finished getting off, you discarded me. You wouldn’t even come in my mouth.”
The tears in her eyes totally threw him for a loop. He hadn’t discarded her. He couldn’t think of anything but her all day. Not even when he should have been worrying about Trey’s injury and recovery. And he’d just assumed she wouldn’t want him to come in her mouth. Most women didn’t like it. He had pulled out as a courtesy, not as part of some stupid dominance game. Why was she twisting everything around?
“I hate you for making me feel like this,” she said.
She shoved him down on his back.
“This needy, stupid, totally mixed up weakling is not me, Jace.” She glared at him. “You will come in my mouth this time. Do you understand?”
He was strangely glad she’d gagged him at that point, because he would have laughed at her demands. Silly woman. She didn’t have to restrain him for that. He nodded obediently to make her happy. Or himself happy, he wasn’t sure which.
Aggie lowered her head and sucked his c**k into her mouth. His body jerked in response. One of her hands massaged his nuts. The other gently twisted the base of his shaft while she sucked the head of his c**k into the back of her throat. She remembered their rhythm and used it relentlessly, as she swallowed him and withdrew, swallowed him and withdrew. He groaned against his gag, his hands tightening into fists in his restraints. This much pleasure couldn’t be right. He closed his eyes and let the feelings consume him. The tug. The heat. The friction. Slick. Moist. Pulling at him. Pulling. His orgasm approached within minutes. Something about her dominating him and then admitting that he made her weak pushed him to the edge of bliss quickly. His body tightened with inevitable release, and she cracked her flail hard against his lower belly. He erupted in her mouth with a strangled cry, his muscles rigid as he let go of everything for a few moments of blissful surrender. She allowed his fluids to fill her mouth before she swallowed. He lay there, trembling in the aftermath, trying to catch his breath by sucking air through his nose. She lifted her head and stared at him for a few minutes. “I have another lesson for you.”
If this lesson was anything like the first, he was more than ready to learn.
Her gaze unwavering, Aggie backed him into a corner. She slid her riding crop under the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it a few inches. Her eyebrows rose, and she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted twice. He peeled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She lashed him across the belly, and his entire body jerked. The tip of her crop disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. She slid it further down, along the entire length of his cock, and then pulled the crop free. Again she raised her eyebrows at him, but said nothing.
Shuddering, he released his fly and pulled his c**k free of his pants. It stood at rigid attention between them. She didn’t strike him for obeying her. Just continued to stare at him and wait. What did she want?
“Aggie?”
She shoved a ball into his mouth and fastened the gag around his head. He’d told her last night that he didn’t like to be gagged. When he lifted his hands to release the gag’s buckle, she turned and strode away in that prowling cat walk she’d perfected. He lowered his hands, the gag still in place, and watched her move toward the table where her whips and paddles rested from least to most vicious in a neat line. She set the riding crop down, third in line, after a small paddle and a larger wooden one, and selected her fourth tool—three whips on a short handle. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the clothes on the lower half of his body a pointed look.
Did she want him naked? Would she hit him if he did what she wanted?
He pulled off his boots and shucked his pants, kicking them aside. Wearing nothing but his socks, he waited. She smiled at him coldly and sashayed her way back in his direction. She turned him to face the wall. He felt the cool leather of the three whips slide sensually over his naked back, bu**ocks, between his legs to tease his balls, his ass**le, up his back again to his shoulders. She lashed him once, twice, between the shoulder blades. Sweet, sweet agony. His c**k twitched in anticipation. She didn’t give him more though. Something cold wrapped around his neck and tightened just short of choking him. A collar? Was she really that determined to treat him like a f**king dog? She leaned against his back, the luscious globes of her br**sts pressing into his flesh. She slid the tails of her whip up and down his belly. Whenever the ends of the lashes brushed his cock, he tensed. Concentrating on sensation, he relaxed. He didn’t even notice the cuffs attached to his collar until she had his left wrist immobilized in one.
Jace grabbed the collar’s fastening with his free hand. He’d had enough of this. She had no right to—
Her whip cracked against his ass. He went still, relishing the pain. Oh yes. That’s what he needed. She struck him again and again until he went limp against the wall, his face pressed into the padding. That’s when she secured his free hand to the other cuff attached to his collar. Now that she had both his hands trapped and useless, she grabbed him roughly by the collar and turned him to face her.
“You do not treat me with disregard,” she growled.
Jace’s brow furrowed with confusion. Disregard? What did she mean?
“I am in control.”
Yeah, fine, she was in control. Was she going to hit him some more?
She fastened a leash to his collar and tugged him out of the corner. His first instinct was to fight. He struggled to repress that urge as she pulled him down to the floor on his knees. He stared venom at her for treating him this way.
Aggie stood over him, gazing down with confusion in her pretty blue eyes. “You really don’t like this, do you? To be treated like a dog?”
He shook his head.
“Huh. I thought you were just putting on a tough guy act. It really is just the pain you want.”
I tried to tell you that, he wanted to yell, but couldn’t because she’d gagged him.
“Do you want me to free you?”
He nodded.
“Too bad. You need to be taught a lesson.”
Why? he tried to say. It came out as a muddled sound deep in his throat.
“You made me submit to you and then the minute you finished getting off, you discarded me. You wouldn’t even come in my mouth.”
The tears in her eyes totally threw him for a loop. He hadn’t discarded her. He couldn’t think of anything but her all day. Not even when he should have been worrying about Trey’s injury and recovery. And he’d just assumed she wouldn’t want him to come in her mouth. Most women didn’t like it. He had pulled out as a courtesy, not as part of some stupid dominance game. Why was she twisting everything around?
“I hate you for making me feel like this,” she said.
She shoved him down on his back.
“This needy, stupid, totally mixed up weakling is not me, Jace.” She glared at him. “You will come in my mouth this time. Do you understand?”
He was strangely glad she’d gagged him at that point, because he would have laughed at her demands. Silly woman. She didn’t have to restrain him for that. He nodded obediently to make her happy. Or himself happy, he wasn’t sure which.
Aggie lowered her head and sucked his c**k into her mouth. His body jerked in response. One of her hands massaged his nuts. The other gently twisted the base of his shaft while she sucked the head of his c**k into the back of her throat. She remembered their rhythm and used it relentlessly, as she swallowed him and withdrew, swallowed him and withdrew. He groaned against his gag, his hands tightening into fists in his restraints. This much pleasure couldn’t be right. He closed his eyes and let the feelings consume him. The tug. The heat. The friction. Slick. Moist. Pulling at him. Pulling. His orgasm approached within minutes. Something about her dominating him and then admitting that he made her weak pushed him to the edge of bliss quickly. His body tightened with inevitable release, and she cracked her flail hard against his lower belly. He erupted in her mouth with a strangled cry, his muscles rigid as he let go of everything for a few moments of blissful surrender. She allowed his fluids to fill her mouth before she swallowed. He lay there, trembling in the aftermath, trying to catch his breath by sucking air through his nose. She lifted her head and stared at him for a few minutes. “I have another lesson for you.”
If this lesson was anything like the first, he was more than ready to learn.
