Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

“Censorship?”

“Education. You have a safeword for a reason. If you use it, we’ll stop and talk things through. But I will not walk away.”

The knot in her stomach unraveled. “I can’t believe someone didn’t go through all this when you got here. I’m going to kill Saxon.”

Yeah, she wasn’t feeling overly generous towards him either.

“We’ll cover any others as they arise.” He ran his thumb across her lower lip. “That’s enough rules for the moment. “You took your discipline very well, kitten. Open up for me.”

She opened her mouth, and he pressed his thumb inside. Funny, it didn’t seem a very erotic action, and yet her clit throbbed, sending pleasure radiating through her abdomen.

“Suck.” His eyes darkened as he stared at her. With his other hand, he reached down and rubbed her clit. Back and forth, causing a groan to escape her lips.

“Like that, do you? Keep sucking. You stop, I stop.”

She sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. She was so goddamn close to coming. So, she continued to suck on his thumb, whimpers slipped from her as he lazily flicked at her clit with his thumb. She wanted faster. Harder. Without thought, she tongued his thumb, imagining it was his cock.

His eyes flared, and he swallowed heavily. He wasn’t unaffected by her, and it was a heady feeling. He moved his thumb harder. Faster. Her body tightened then released. She let out a cry, which she quickly managed to stifle. They weren’t exactly in a private place, although the booth was dark and there was plenty of noise from the dungeon beyond to drown out her cries of pleasure.

Jake pulled her down into a kiss. She’d expected something hard and hot. Instead he simply brushed his lips against hers. Once. Twice. She grabbed hold of his neck, pressing herself against him. Even though her orgasm still pulsed through her body, she was greedy; she wanted more. She licked his lips, trying to coax him into opening them. When he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, she tried to fight her way free.

“Jake,” she moaned.

“Stay still. You’re very undisciplined. It’s going to take me a while to teach you how to properly obey.”

And even then, she doubted she’d ever follow the rules entirely. He gave her an assessing look, as though he was having the same thought.

“You’re going to give me a lot of trouble, aren’t you?”

“Is that a bad thing?” She held her breath. She knew how he felt about controlling everything around him. Would he decide she was too much work?

He gave her a grin. “Not my ass that’s going to be paying the price.”

She smiled. “It could be. If you ever feel like swinging that way.”

He snorted. “That won’t ever happen.”

“Aw, too bad. I thought I’d look good wielding a whip.”

“A whip? Do you think you can just pick one up and automatically know what to do? Kitten, you are never going to be allowed near a whip. I’ve seen you trip over air. A whip would be way too dangerous in your hands. For you and everyone around you.”

She wasn’t that clumsy. Well, she hadn’t been until she’d moved here. She kind of wondered if it was because she was in such a rush to do as much as she possibly could.

She pretended to pout. “Fine. But I still think I’d make a sexy Domme.”

“You are incredibly sexy. But you are no Domme.” He grabbed hold of her butt cheeks.

“Offer me your nipples.”

She’d never done anything like this before. But as she cupped her breasts and offered them to him, she started to regret not being more adventurous. Taking more damn risks, working less and playing more.

You’re here now.

He reached down and took her right nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, her whole body clenched tightly. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the action, groaning.

“Damn, you have the prettiest breasts. Now when I look at you all I’ll remember is these lush beauties hiding beneath your clothes. I’ve got half a mind to never let you wear a bra again.”

“I’d get behind that if I didn’t want my boobs ending up down at my waist.”