Page 20 of Desperate Measures
She blinks. “Excuse me?”
“You bend over a lot, Yasmina? Seems to me that you like tormenting men simply trying to do their job.” I force myself still, force myself to wait to see what she’ll do.
Yasmina drops the towel. “Oops.” She turns and bends at the waist to pick it up, moving slow, her legs parted just enough that, yes, I get an excellent view of her pussy.
“Don’t move.”
She freezes, her hand on the towel. “If I had clothes, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
I push off the wall and move toward her slowly. “If you think that, you don’t know much about men at all.”
“Well, I was a virgin until, like, twenty-four hours ago, so…”
Something like guilt rises in the wake of her words. Virginity might be nothing but a social construct, but her inexperience combined with my fucking her on the floor like we’re animals? I press a hand to the small of her back. “Are you sore?”
She draws in a sharp breath like she’s about to rip me a new one and then curses softly. “I’m fine. Your cock is impressive but not that impressive.”
I smile, knowing she can’t see the reaction. “Spread your legs wider. If you’re going to give me a show, do it properly.”
“You’re so freaking bossy, Jafar. I should start calling you Daddy.”?2
My cock goes so hard, I have to pause to keep from freeing it and driving into her right here and now. “You should.” I palm her pussy, laughing hoarsely to find her drenched. Of course she is. Yasmina loves these games as much as I do, even if she fights me every step of the way.
Because she fights me every step of the way.
I scoop her up, ignoring her protests, and stride to the elevator. A few minutes later, I haul her into her bathroom. “Stay.”
“Bossy,” she mutters.
I turn on the water, test the temperature, and then strip. Even with the time constraints in mind, I slow down, enjoying the way Yasmina’s eyes go wide with every piece of clothing I take off. When I’m finally naked, I take her wrist and pull her into the shower. There’s a tiled bench along one side of it, and that’s my goal. I guide her down and crouch between her spread thighs. “Did you like Tink?”
She blinks. “Is that a trick question?”
I run my hands from her ankles up to her bruised knees and touch them gently. A quick kiss to each of them has her shaking in response. “It’s a question requiring an answer.”
Yasmina licks her bottom lip and allows me to arrange her on the very edge of the bench. “Tink is like one of those tiny, vicious dogs. She’s short, but she might be the meanest person I’ve ever met.”
“Mmm.” I squeeze her thighs, urging them wider. “And did you like her?”
“Yes…Daddy.” She says the word as if trying it out. Yasmina makes a face. “Why is that so sexy?”
“That’s an answer you have to figure out for yourself.” I mold my hands against her hips and up her waist to her full breasts. By now, she’s shaking with need. I’d like an entire night to acquaint myself with her body, her reactions, her.
We don’t have a night.
We have less than an hour.
I run my hands over her arms, noting the bruises on her elbows. I smooth a hand down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, parting my fingers to drag along either side of her pussy. “Are you going to be good tonight?”
She holds herself perfectly still, barely seeming to breathe. “I don’t know. I kind of enjoy being bad.”
“I’m aware.” I part her and idly run my thumb over her clit. “Nothing wrong with enjoying the fight, but the importance of obedience cannot be overstated.” I finally meet her gaze. “You think you can control things by pushing and snapping and drawing the reaction you want. You can’t. You want something? Ask for it. When I feel like you’ve earned it, it will be my pleasure to give it to you.”
She wets her lips again. “Okay, fine. I’ll play. Lick my pussy. Please.”
Got you.
I dip down and give her a long lick up the center. Fuck, but she tastes divine. I should end it there, should prove my point, but I allow myself to suck her clit, to explore her with my mouth the same way I have with my hands. Her thighs quiver on either side of my head, and fuck if I don’t love how she’s trying to be good and hold still, not wanting this to end any more than I do.
