Page 144 of Wanting What's Wrong

“Open the little one. Then, we’ll take a break.” A tidal wave of desire courses through me as he makes contact with the slip of fabric between my legs. I yield to the mini convulsion, listening to his breathing, feeling the warmth on my neck.

I’m hyper aware of everything. The bolts of pleasure drivingthrough me as his fingers stroke through my panties. The hitch of his breath. The way he’s pulling me tighter and tighter against him, his fingertips pressing into the flesh on my shoulder.

My hands shake as I fumble with the other little box, the music on the surround sound seems to get louder, the same as the way my heart is thundering in my ears.

“Open it, my lil’ mint.” His touch and his words are hauntingly possessive. Soft and sweet but dangerous and dominant.

My clit has developed its own heartbeat as well, and Jack’s fingers are focusing more and more on that sensitive spot as he plays between my legs.

I rip away the paper, revealing a small pink leather box and hold my breath, the entire simple moment becoming so intense, I’m dizzy, the edges of the room fading.

“Here.” Jack slips his arm from over my shoulders and takes the box, flipping it open with his thumb as I cover my mouth, muffling the excited scream that tumbles from my lips.

It’s only partly from the gleaming emeralds that dot the eyes of a platinum frog with a keyhole in his belly. The rest of him is set with tiny, shimmering emeralds, there’s a small key in the box as well and containing my excitement becomes impossible.

I bounce on the sofa cushion as Jackson’s fingers slip under the elastic around the top of my thigh and dive right into what feels like the center of my soul.

“Take it out of the box, baby. This is so you’ll always know you are mine. Because, you are mine. Youbelongto me. And this little frog will help remind you if you ever forget.”

He swirls his fingers around my clit and there’s a tiger inside me that is determined to claw its way out. I hold the jewelry in my hands, resting my head on the back of the sofa, moaning and opening my legs, wanting more.

“But, it’s more than just a pretty collar for my little girl. It’s got sensors, when it’s against your skin, it’s sending me all sortsof data. Your temperature, your pulse rate, if you’re moving or being still and…if your wet or dry.”

“Wet,” I mumble.

“Yes, baby. A different kind of wet than this.”

I flutter my eyes open to see him licking the slick sheen off his fingers, then taking the necklace and locking it with the key around my neck.

“I’m the only one that can take this off.” A low rumble vibrates from his chest as his fingers return to my willing, waiting and wet pussy. “You want more?”

“Yes. More,” I manage on a desperate croak. “More.”

“You earned it earlier. I’ll reward you when you are good. Sometimes with good feelings down here…” His voice glides into me like honey into warm tea. “Special feelings for my baby from Daddy to only you. Now, another rule…you always tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you tell me, lil’ mint. Always, I’ll want to know.”

“It does feel good. Like nothing ever before.”

“Have you ever touched yourself? Can you remember?”

My face flushes with his question and I’m so distracted but I try to think. “I think so. Maybe? But, I don’t remember this feeling. I remember trying, I think, but that’s all.”

I want to turn and mount his lap, needing the friction. My nipples are in painful, taut peaks and my body is making demands that are impossible to ignore.

His eyes look like he’s on fire. Burning up like me. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make the good feeling even better.”

There’s music in my head. Something I don’t recognize. But it swells and surges with the feelings in my core.

“Kiss me,” he says, the words harsh and commanding as Jack leans forward, his fingers exploring my opening, and I need more of everything he’s offering.

I obey, reaching up and pulling his face to me as his lips consume mine. His tongue swipes between my lips, warm andfull as I melt into the sofa. He tastes like the cinnamon coffee he drank earlier and I love the warmth of his tongue against mine.

He kisses me slowly. With a softness as though we have all the time in the world while he’s driving me crazy with his hand inside my panties.

The warmth between my legs gushes as the wet noises drift upward as his fingers move faster between my legs. The kiss ignites something deeper as Jack moans and makes his own painful sounds, his big body turning toward me as a finger breaches my opening, sliding until the tightness down low stabs me with a pinprick of pain.

I gasp and Jack pulls back, that fire in his eyes turning dark. “That’s what you’ve saved for me.” He eases his finger in and out, not pushing any deeper, and the tension in my belly is ready to explode. “Spread your legs for Daddy.”

“I want…” Is all I can manage as he withdraws his hand, his brow tight as the need he’s created becomes a monster inside of me, demanding release.

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