Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Chapter Sixteen
Jasmine
Do you want to come?
My sex clenches. My lips part. My fingers curl into my purse.
My body screams yes, yes, yes. More, more, more.
I want everything Shep offered. All of it. All at once. I want his hands on my wrists. I want his body sinking into mine. I want him issuing dirty demands.
Something inside me wakes up. Some part of me that's been seeking attention for a long, long time. I've never played games like this before. I've barely allowed myself to consider them. Only when I heard rumors about Shep.
Even then, it was about him. I wondered what he wanted now. If he'd always wanted control. If he'd want to tie me to his bed.
Sure, the thought of his hands on my wrists made my sex clench, but I told myself it was something else. Memories of him. Loneliness.
Anything but a desire to be dominated.
I'm an independent woman. An independent woman from a country that's still under the thumb of an imperialist regime. In a place where everyone assumes Asian women are sex maniacs or docile housewives.
I can't want this. It goes against everything I believe.
But I do.
Right now, with his blue eyes fixed on me, and his voice low and deep—
Right now, I know. It's not simple curiosity. It's not memories of Shep taking my virginity.
It's the fire in his eyes. The threat in his posture. The heft in his voice.
I want him dominating me. I want it so badly.
"Yes," I breathe.
Am I being smart or foolish? Is it better to make him suffer from this pent-up desire or better to get what I want?
Holding out is stubborn. Giving in…
"Come here." His fingers curl around my wrist. It's a different touch than usual. Hard. Aggressive. Sexy as all hell.
He grips me tightly as he reaches around the coat check's half-door and unlocks it. He nearly drags me through it. Nearly pins me to the wall.
Then he releases me. Closes both halves of the door. Clicks the lock.
We're in a small room with a sparse silver rack. It's May. An especially warm day. Not many coats to check.
Still—"Is someone working here?"
"Do you see anyone?" He looks around the small space. It's smaller than his office. But that's not saying much. His office is enormous.
There's certainly nowhere for an attendant to hide. "No."
"Do you wish there was someone?" He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks. "Do you want someone else to watch you come?"
My veins buzz with desire. It sounds so hot when he says it like that. Do I want someone else? "Maybe. But I do want… I want you to watch."
His pupils dilate.
His expression shifts to something primal and predatory, like he's a wolf and I'm a scared little sheep.
But I don't feel like prey. I feel like a fucking goddess. "They're expecting us at dinner."
"You'll have to be fast then."
My chest heaves with my inhale.
"Are you wearing anything under that?"
"Yes."
"Take it off."
I nod and bring my hands to my hips. The slit of my dress. It's cut high enough it's easy to slip my hand beneath it. To find the edges of my smooth black thong—Alexa insisted on something seamless.
I slide the garment to my knees.
Shepard keeps his back against the wall. "All the way—"
"Help me."
He shakes his head. "What did I say, princess?"
"You won't touch me until I'm on my knees, begging for your cock." At the time, it sounded absurd. Right now, I'm buckling. My body is screaming now.
He nods yes.
"At all?"
"Do you want to come on my hand, princess?"
"Yes." It's not a plea. I'm not begging. It's a statement of fact.
"My cock?"
I nod.
"My lips?"
"Yes," I say.
"Yes, sir," he corrects.
It's absurd. He wants me to call him sir. It's completely ridiculous. But it's also the hottest thing I've ever heard. The words fall off my lips with no regard to my inhibitions. "Yes, sir."
"Not yet." His eyes pass over me slowly. My eyes, lips, shoulders, chest, waist, pelvis. The panties at my ankles. "Even if you do get on your knees and beg me to fuck your pretty mouth."
Fuck.
"First—" He moves closer. He lowers himself to one knee and he reaches for me, but he doesn't touch me. His fingers go to my lingerie. He pulls it to my feet without touching my skin. "Raise your foot."
I do.
He pulls the thong aside. "The other."
I do that too.
He takes my underwear and slides it into his pocket. "You don't need this anymore, princess." He stands. Takes one step backward. Presses himself against the wall. Strong, demanding posture that screams I'll give you want you want, when I've decided you want it badly enough.
My body screams yes, more, all, now, please. I can barely stand. I try to find steadiness, but the rack is in the way. Between my shoes and my shaking legs, it takes all my concentration to stand.