"Yes, Clay."She reaches down as if to stroke her wet flesh.
I seize her wrist."Uh-uh-uh, Jo.I'm in command now."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Down & Dirty
Jo's breaths shorten, her chest heaving, while a delicate sprinkling of pink dusts her cheeks.The scent of her hunger for me permeates the air, and every time she wriggles her hips, it makes her tits wriggle too.Jo and I have done plenty of dirty things together, but nothing like what I dreamed up a minute ago.I need to take her hard, make her scream---all while I remain in control of her desire until I allow her to come.
She's already naked.And my dick is already swollen.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, Jo?"My voice has grown rougher with need as I reach for the silk scarf draped over the chair.I'd bought it last week while Jo was in the grocery store.Now, her eyes widen, the pupils dilating as she watches me test the fabric between my hands.
"Clay..."she exhales, but there's no protest in her voice.Only anticipation.
I move closer, the scarf trailing along her collarbone."I asked you a question."
"Yes."The word comes out barely above a whisper."Yes, I'll be good."
I circle behind her, gathering her wrists gently."Obedient girls get rewarded."
Her pulse hammers against my fingertips as I bind her hands behind her back, not tight enough to hurt but secure enough that she can't touch me---or herself.And that's exactly what I want.
"I'll do anything you want," she whispers, a tremble in her voice that makes my cock throb."I'll do anything for you, anything at all.The dirtier the better."
"That's what I like to hear, baby."
I tug the silk knot once more, testing its hold before trailing my fingers up her spine.Every vertebra gets a touch, a reminder that I'm mapping every inch of her.Her breath hitches when I reach her nape, tangling my fingers in her auburn hair.With a gentle but firm grip, I tilt her head back until her eyes meet mine.
"If this gets too intense for you, baby, just tell me so."
Jo nods, her throat working as she swallows."Will you let me go down on you?"
"Not just yet.I've got plans for you."I graze my lips over one nipple, making her shiver."Now, get on your knees."
She hesitates for half a heartbeat---not in resistance, but in that delicious space between anticipation and surrender.I watch her eyes, darkened with desire, as she slowly lowers herself to her knees before me.The movement is graceful despite her bound hands, and the vulnerability in her posture sends a surge of possessive heat through my veins.
"That's it," I growl, my hand still tangled in her hair."Look at me, Jo."
She tilts her face up, and the sight nearly undoes me---her lips parted, cheeks flushed, those green eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and surrender that's uniquely hers.Even on her knees, there's something untamed about Jo Callahan that makes conquering her all the sweeter.
I trace my thumb across her bottom lip, feeling her quick breath against my skin."You know what I want to do to you?"
She shakes her head."Don't care.Whatever you want, I want too."
My cock has grown so hard that I have no choice now.I strip off my clothes, facing away from her.When I glance over my shoulder, she's gnawing on her lip, desperation clear in her expression.Then I turn around, holding my stiff cock with one hand.Jo whimpers.Her attention is focused on my swollen dick and the redness at its tip.She pants even harder as if my cock is the only sustenance she wants.
I move just near enough that when I brush my cock over her chest, a small drop of liquid glistens there."You want a taste, baby?"
Jo nods frantically, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I come closer, trailing my cock across her collarbone, leaving a glistening path on her skin.When I brush the head against her parted lips, she strains forward, eager to take me in her mouth, but I pull back just enough to deny her.
"Not yet, darlin'."I cup her jaw, my thumb pressing gently against her cheek."I want to hear you beg for it."
A flash of that trademark Callahan stubbornness crosses her features before melting back into raw need.With her hands bound behind her back, she can't reach for me---can't control anything.The realization makes her pupils dilate even further.
"Please," she whispers, her voice shaky."I need to taste you, Clay.Please let me."