Page 110 of A Taste of Torment
I lean against the back of the chair and just look my fill.
Jarron is breathless too, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He watches me for a few moments, and then his head falls back as he works to keep himself calm.
“What do you want?” I ask him, voice near hoarse.
“This isn’t about what I want,” he answers quickly.
“I know that. I’m not saying I’ll do any of the things you tell me, but I’m asking. What would you like me to do?”
He licks his lips and lifts his sharp gaze to examine me again. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
I look over his body. The sharp edges of his stomach muscles are quite tempting. I step forward slowly. His eyes flare, heat radiating from them.
I can’t help but smile as he squirms.
He’s right; this makes me feel powerful. And I really like it.
I wait, only because I like how desperate he seems. I run my tongue over my teeth, and his gaze snags there. His eyes are unfocused, clouded with near-pained lust.
Finally, I put him out of misery—just a little. The moment my fingers come into contact with his skin, he gasps, head lolling back. I follow each line of his stomach muscles up and down. Indulging in every moment, with no regard for him.
Finally, when I reach the ridge just below his pecs, I put both palms over his stomach and drag them down slowly. Jarron breaths through his teeth.
When I reach his pants, I hook one finger inside his waistband and still.
He shivers.
I consider the many, many other things I could do. Would like to do.
But I set my line, and I don’t want to cross it now. My heart is pounding, thrill throbbing through me at this new game.
“Do you have a key for those?” I ask, eying the cuffs. I hadn’t thought about the after part of this.
“Somewhere in that mess. If you’d like me released, though, just say the word.”
“Okay, I want your arms released,” I say, wondering what he intends to do.
His muscles tense, bulge, and with one twisting motion, the cuffs break free in a snap.
“You broke them,” I complain.
“I can get more.”
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “The cuffs didn’t even do anything if you could get out with hardly any effort at any moment.”
He smiles. “It was the principle. I’d do anything you want. And if you really want to have the upper hand, you can always use that potion of yours.”
My eyebrows rise. That’s a thought, isn’t it? Then, he’d really be at my mercy. My lips curl into a cruel smile. “Another time.” I left the potions in Bea’s room anyway.
Jarron seems to like that answer. He steps forward, hunger in his eyes, arms just beginning to stretch toward me.
“Ah ah!” I chide, finger pointed at his chest. “Just because you’re free from the chains, doesn’t mean you’re free from me.”
He swallows, chin dipping so he’s looking down at me, his eyes black. He waits.
