He exhales a shaky breath like I’ve surprised him. Hell, I’ve surprised myself, too. Jonas cups my ass, stilling me. “Because you’re a little slut, Blake. You play the sunny princess, but what you really need is to be fucked dirty and put in your place.” His cock is already hardening again and he exerts the smallest pressure on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips. “Tell me it’s not true.”
“I…” I stare at him. “It’s not true. I want to be good.”
“No, you don’t.” He lifts a brow. “That’s why you’re rubbing your pussy all over my cock right now without permission.”
He’s right.
His hand goes back to my hair and he wraps it around his fist again, guiding my face to his until we’re kissably close. Unforgivably, intimately close. “If you change your mind at any point, you fucking tell me. Promise me that or this goes no farther.”
“I promise.” When he still hesitates, I run my hands up his chest. I wish he was naked, but there’s time for that. “I trust you, Jonas.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.” His expression is almost tormented. “Maybe you shouldn’t trust me at all. The things I want to do to you, baby girl. I want to fucking defile you.”
7
I want to defile you.
“Do it,” I whisper. “I’m right here. I want you to. I need you to.”
Jonas bends me back so that my breasts are in his face. I’m still rolling my hips, still rubbing myself up and down the length of his cock. It feels so good, I never want to stop, but I also need more. I let him take my weight, trusting him to keep me off the floor. He’s still holding back. I don’t need to see his face to know that.
There’s only one thing to do. I up my game. “Please.” I lift my hips just enough that his cock presses to my entrance. “I need your cock.”
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he says it so mildly, as if commenting on the weather.
“I’m on the pill,” I gasp. “I, uh, I’ve been tested recently.” Right after I broke up with my last girlfriend a few months ago. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“I have, too.” He says it so quietly, I can barely hear the words over the pounding of my blood in my ears. “Still not a good idea. I get a feel for this pussy bare, I might never give it up.”
Surely I just heard him wrong. Or it’s all part of the roleplaying we’ve fallen into so seamlessly. Outside of sex, Jonas seems to barely tolerate my presence. Hell, even with sex, he seems to barely tolerate it, though that has a distinct flavor of desire. He’s trying to shock me again, trying to scare me off as if being here in this moment is anything but exactly what I choose.
In this moment, what I choose is to be the dirty little slut he’s named me with such fondness. “Please, Daddy. Please fill me up.”
His exhale against my chest is almost shaky. For a moment, I think he’ll give me exactly what we both obviously want. I really should know better. Jonas shifts his grip on my hair, pulling me up so that our faces are even. He’s regained control of himself. His expression offers me nothing, which only makes me want to provoke him more. Jonas gives my hair a little tug. “I said you have to earn this cock and I meant it. You’re nowhere near that yet.”
I’m not?
I lick my lips, achingly aware of how closely he follows the move. “What do I have to do to earn it?”
“How quickly you ask that. You really would do anything, wouldn’t you?” His mouth twists like he’s unhappy with the revelation.
I know it pisses him off, but I really can’t think up much that he could do that I wouldn’t be into. Not when he’s already broken several of the rules I was sure I wasn’t into. I’m not willing to eliminate much ahead of time… But I think hard, trying to come up with something to appease him. “I don’t think I’d like to dress up like an animal.”
Jonas blinks. “You don’t think you would?”
My cheeks heat, and it feels like that embarrassment is coating my entire body, driving my desire higher. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before. Are you into that?”
“No, Blake.” He says it so drily, it’s like the words have sucked up every bit of moisture in the room. “That particularly kink isn’t an interest of mine.”
“Oh.” He’s still waiting, so I dig deeper. “I’m good with spanking and some really rough sex, but I don’t really want any heavy pain stuff.”
“That’s more than fair.” His grip gentles in my hair, moving to my neck and massaging the tight muscles there. “Give me one more.”