Page 12 of The Bad Man
Against all reason, my nipples tighten, and I feel myself getting wetter by the second. "What if I want you to do them to me?"
“How can you say that? Do you even know what you want?” He’s so close I can feel his breath against my lips.
“I want you.” The words slip out, and Jamison’s eyes widen.
Then his mouth crashes down onto mine, and I moan at his possession. His tongue demands entrance, and he tastes me like he’s trying to memorize my essence. When his hands go to my hips, he pulls me against him and grinds his cock into my stomach. I whimper at the contact and wordlessly beg for more.
I feel his fingers at my back a second before he unhooks my bra and then pushes me against the cool wood. My bra falls to the ground as he reaches for my wrists.
“I’ll try to control myself.” His grip is gentle as he raises my arms above my head. The cool metal goes around my wrists before I hear a click, locking them into place.
Fear and desire swirl together in my throat, and it seizes to the point that I can’t speak. All I can do is try and breathe as he runs his hands down my body and then over my bare breasts.
“I want your submission.” He’s laser focused as his thumb brushes over my nipple and he stares into my eyes. “But I want to force it out of you.”
When it comes to Jamison, I’m terrified I’m going to give him more than he’s asking for.
Chapter Ten
JAMISON
Mia’s slight nod is all I need before I bend down and take her nipple into my mouth. She cries out, and a warm shiver of pleasure shakes me to my core. I tongue the hard bud over and over as I bite the tender skin around it and then move to the next.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, and she hesitates. I bite down a little harder on the underside of her breast, and she squeals before doing as I order.
“Stop,” she says quickly, and then it turns into a moan as I lick the bite and then suck on it.
“More.” That’s all I can think as I keep licking her everywhere.
“Please stop, Jamison.” The words are breathy as her excitement builds.
Am I a monster for wanting this? Maybe. I’ve been in lots of therapy while stuck here, and it didn’t take me long to discover that seeing these kinds of things at a young age had an irrevocable influence on my sexual desires.
The first time I caught my father tying a woman up to a contraption similar to this, I remember wanting to run in and save her. But as I watched them, I began to realize she liked it. Not only that, she begged him for it.
“I’m sorry, angel. I have to do this,” I tell her as I fall to my knees in front of her. “Look at the mess you’ve made of your panties.”
The entire crotch is soaked through, and my mouth waters at the sight. I lean forward and lick the cotton material, then hum appreciatively at the taste. Grabbing the front, I rip them off her body and then force her legs wider apart.
“No, no, no,” she whines, and her protests are like a siren’s call.
I pin her against the wood with my forearm, and she cries out. My nails are short and dull, but when I drag them down her thigh, they leave red streaks behind them. She’s whimpering as she tries to get out of my hold, but all it does is make my desire spike.
“You want this.” I shove her legs apart roughly and bite the inside of her thigh.
“Jamison!” She screams my name so loudly it echoes in the room, and I didn’t know I could get this hard.
My mouth finds its way to her cunt, and I bury it against her warm, wet heat. She pulls against the restraints as I suck on her clit and then slide my hand between her legs.
“Oh god.” She’s panting now, and I can feel her hips rocking against my face.
I slide two fingers between her legs, and when I thrust them inside of her, she cries out. She’s so fucking tight, and all I can think about is how good it’s going to feel when she’s wrapped around my dick.
“It’s too much.” The protest is weak, but I still like it.
“You can take it.” I slide in a third finger, and she whimpers. “Spread your legs wider.”
“No.”