Chapter 12

Jenica was a goddamn natural.

She blushed at all the right moments. She rebelled beautifully. And she played right into my game.

None of it was a lie.

I’d been painfully hard for her for months. And that dress really had haunted my dreams.

But seeing her sprawled out in a lacy bra and thong on the bed? Yeah, that image would absolutely be overtaking the previous one.

That she’d left her heels on only added to the allure of her pose.

She had placed her arms over her head without me even asking, giving me an unobstructed view of every part of her.

She wasn’t nervous or embarrassed. She owned her sensuality instead, her eyes—still covered by the mask—observing me with interest.

“You’re teasing me again, Jenica.” I started unbuckling my belt, allowing the threat of my movements to linger between us. “Maybe I should flip you over and see how red I can make your ass first. Then you’ll feel my markings every time you squirm in agonized bliss while I torture your clit with my tongue.”

Her lips parted, the faint hint of pink on her cheeks telling me she wasn’t entirely opposed to that plan.

I pulled the leather from the loops and allowed the belt to drop. “Or maybe I prefer just teasing you endlessly instead.”

She shivered, her expression remaining unchanged.

So spankings appealed to her. But they weren’t a requirement, either.

I filed those little details away as I started unbuttoning my shirt. Her gaze tracked the movements, her blush deepening with her rise of anticipation.

It was a heady sensation to be admired like that by such a gorgeous woman.

I pulled off my shirt, aware of her approval in what she found beneath the fabric. My arms were fully inked with a few tats completing the masterpiece along my shoulders and upper pecs. But the majority of my chest and abs were just skin and muscle, my daily workouts showcased by the defined lines of my abs.

I worked hard.

And I very much appreciated her noticing.

That adorable pink tongue traced her lower lip, her eyes glued to me as though she wanted to lick every sculpted line of my torso.

I just might let her play.

AfterI tasted every inch of her.

I slipped out of my shoes and unfastened the top button of my dress pants, then placed a knee on the bench at the foot of the bed.

“Are you wet, Jenica?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her back arching in blatant invitation.

“Are you aching for me, baby?”

Her thighs visibly flexed as she repeated, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I replied, bending forward to place a kiss on her calf. It wasn’t a normal place to start, but I’d learned long ago that women enjoyed being worshipped.

And the longer I worshipped them in the places they didn’t expect, the more aroused they became.

Jenica was no different, her legs tensing and squirming as I kissed a path from her knee down to her ankle.

I caressed her dainty foot and removed her strappy heel, then repeated the action with her other leg.

She released a little moan at having her feet free from the shoes. I massaged them a little, giving her some relief before moving off of the bench and onto the bed to better reach her thighs.

“I love your legs,” I confided softly, memorizing her with my mouth and hands. “So long and lean. You teased me with them in that dress at the wedding, then gave me a full view during class. I’ve been dreaming about having them wrapped around my waist while I fuck you into oblivion.”

Another truth.

She would soon realize everything I’d said tonight was true.

I wasn’t sure what that would do to our relationship. But I didn’t really care right now. Not with her pussy only inches away from my face.

“I can smell you, sweetheart. So fucking sweet.” I nuzzled her, inhaling deeply and growling in response right against her clit. The fabric was so thin that I knew she would feel it, and her little responding moan didn’t disappoint.

But I moved on to her hip instead, continuing my torture of touching her everywhere else except for where she desired me most.

When I reached her tits, she was practically panting with need.

But like a good little sub, she kept her arms over her head.

Either Adalyn had provided a tutorial, or someone had read up on popular techniques.

Or someone has shown her this before, I thought, my gaze narrowing at the notion. She hadn’t actually answered my question regarding her experience.

My teeth sank into her fleshy breast, hard enough to leave a mark and eliciting a sharp gasp from her throat.

I didn’t explain the possessive need to mark.

Mostly because it wasn’t something I usually did.

But something about Jenica made me want to brand my territory, to ensure all men who came after me knew they didn’t belong here.

Just the idea of other males touching her caused me to bite her again, this time on her other breast.

“Pierce,” she breathed, her back bowing as she responded to the torment.

It was a favorable response.

One that told me she could handle a little pain with her pleasure. Even more than that, she appeared to like it.

Noted.

Her pale skin pinkened beneath my mouth, pleasing me immensely. Her ass would color just as beautifully—an image that had me rock-hard in my pants.

I ran my fingers up her sides to her arms, then lowered them so I could pull her bra straps down and expose her rosy nipples. They were so stiff that they looked painful.

But I didn’t touch them.

I merely blew on the tips before nibbling the flesh beneath.

Jenica whispered my name again, her body arching beneath me. I pressed my palm to her stomach to force her back down, then went to her neck to suck on the tender point above her pulse. “Do you feel hot, sweetheart?” I asked, my lips skimming her ear. “Like you’re on fire?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I want you burning so hot that you feel like you’re going to explode.”

She whimpered in response, the sound encouraging me to continue my teasing assault.

I removed her bra, setting it to the side, then lifted her arms back over her head. Only to straddle her waist and follow her wrists with my mouth. I planted my palms on the bed on either side of her and focused on memorizing the path of her non-inked forearm before teasing her inner elbow.

She squirmed beneath me, her thighs seeking friction.

I sat up and reached behind me to grab her legs. “These stay open.”

“Pierce.”

“Sir,” I corrected, giving her thighs a squeeze. “Do not close your legs unless I give you permission.”

Her chest heaved, her lips parting on a complaint. However, she somehow managed to force out a “Yes, Sir.”

So good, I thought, leaning down to press my mouth to hers in a soft reward for her compliance. She gasped a little, the contact clearly one she wasn’t expecting.

And the taste of citrus on her breath had me slipping my tongue inside.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

But now that my mouth was near hers, I wanted to kiss her. To devour her. To own her.

So I did.

I kissed her as though she were my one link to life. My new oxygen. My only reason to exist.

Fuck.

It was like kissing someone for the first time.

All my desire to tease left me on a breath, my body flattening above hers as I continued to explore her mouth.

Her arms came around my neck, which was a break in our scene, but I didn’t reprimand her for it. Mostly because I enjoyed it too much to demand she stop.

She drew her nails up and down my back, then started exploring my skin with her palms.

It was decadent.

Fresh.

Sweet.

Which wasn’t at all my usual flavor, but it suited her.

I gave in to the impulse to palm her breast and smiled at her hiss of breath. “Sensitive?”

“Yes…”

We were completely out of the scene now.

I needed to take back control, to continue this lesson. But I couldn’t. I desired her innocent touch and the allure of her mouth.

She branded me almost as much as I branded her, her nails going to my shoulders and biting into my skin as I tweaked her nipple.

Fuck.

I needed to taste more of her.

I licked a path down to her tits, taking her taut peak between my lips and swirling it with my tongue. Her palm went to my bare head, the touch burning me to my core.

It was so wrong. She wasn’t supposed to react like this. But I was too far gone for her to comment. This was merely an introduction. We would work on the rest later.

I continued my journey downward, her thong disappearing beneath my hands and leaving her pussy exposed to my view.

Shaved.

Pink.

Beautiful.

And wet.