Hate Me Today (Save Me #3) (19 page)

Her head flips around so she can see me. “I started sobering up the second you started touching me.” Letting her eyes connect with mine, she pleads with me, “Please don’t stop.”

Sliding my hands around her, I splay them across her stomach. I reach down, cupping her through her jeans as I pull the blue strap of her bra down her arm with my teeth and unlatch it, letting it slide down her arms. The button on her jeans slips out of the hole effortlessly and I slide both hands into the sides to help her shimmy out of them. I have to bite back a laugh when I see her ass. The word "Super Ass" is stamped in bright red across the blue fabric stretched across her ass.

“Is this the best part you were referring to? Because I think the part underneath them is better.”

I drop to my knees, pulling the last of her clothing to the floor with me and run my fingers and nose up the inside of her thighs. I tease her, tracing the seam of her pussy with my fingertips. She’s already wet enough that I could slip right in without a second thought; but I won’t. There’s too much I want to do, too much I need to make up for, but I also need her to know that this behavior isn’t something that deserves rewarding.

Drawing back, both hands land against her ass at the same time, causing it to turn pink almost instantly. Vanessa lets out a yelp at the impact but relaxes into me as I rub the sting away and repeat myself.
I bury my face between her thighs after a few more spanks, swirling my tongue around her clit before adding two fingers into the mix. I pump in and out of her until she’s teetering on the edge and back off. She cries out when I stop and stand up.

“Whose body is this?” I whisper against her ear as I slap her clit.

She doesn’t answer me. I know she’s holding back, afraid to admit that she’s still mine even though she already did the second she let me take over. I pull back, slap again and grind my palm against her clit, reminding her that I don’t like repeating myself.

“Yours,” she sobs, “
it never stopped being yours.”

“Good girl, now put your clothes back on.”

I pull her against me, pushing the tears away from her face with my thumbs before leaning in and kissing her with everything I have. I can see the question in her eyes, sensing it in the way she moves. Wondering why the hell I started something if I wasn’t going to finish it, so I answer her without her having to verbally ask.

“Do you think you deserve to come right now? Drinking and working yourself around a pole for strangers isn’t something I reward.” She nods sadly, letting me know she understands why I’m punishing her. Except it’s not just her I’m punishing; it’s me too. The rock hard cock
in my pants is a painful reminder that I’m the reason all of this has happened in the first place and I tell her just as much. “Leave the tie where it is, you’re going to need it later.”

A small smile creeps across her face with my promise and I slip back into my jacket, kissing her one more time before I lead her out to my truck so I can drive us back to my place and finish what I just started.

Vanessa

The half hour it takes to get from Cherry Poppins to Jason’s house sobers me up enough to let me start freaking out about what I did and what I am about to do. Did I seriously just try to strip for a club full of people? I got drunk and made bad decisions that will most likely end up on the front page of a trash mag tomorrow morning.

On top of that, the second Jason drops his voice, demanding my attention and commanding my body, I drop my panties. Fuck my life, I’m that girl. I don’t want to be that girl. I want to be the strong independent woman I know I am in the back of my head. Somewhere in the front though is the little voice telling me I love him and the way he takes away my control. That may have started with me asking for it, but he owns it now.

The same way he owns me.

The silence in the truck is deafening
; causing me to overthink something that should come easy, that did come easy. I’m strung tight, each nerve ending is on fire and I swear if we hit another bump, or I shift just right, the seam on my jeans will hit my clit and I’ll come instantly.

I rest my head against the cool window, watching the trees and cars fly by as I overthink things. The words tumble out of my mouth as we pull onto the private road leading to Jason’s house.

“You can just drop me off at Abby’s. I’ll call Mandi or a cab to come get me and bring me back to the hotel. You don’t have to take care of me and I don’t want to go through you telling me to leave again.”

I swear Jason hits the br
akes before I finish talking. He throws the transmission into park, swings his door open, rounds the truck and rips my door back before I have another chance to think. My seatbelt gets undone and he turns me so he can settle between my thighs, framing my face with his calloused hands so I can’t look away.

“You’re right, I don’t have to take care of you. I could have told Mandi no when she called me and asked for my help, but I didn’t. Let’s get one thing straight so I can get us the two miles down the road and finish what I started at the club. I don’t do anything I don’t want to, you should know that by now. Did you ever think that I know
that making you leave was a mistake? Well, I do. I realize it every goddamn day. When I wake up, I reach for you but you aren’t there because I’m an idiot. But what makes me even more of an idiot is not telling you that before right now. I should have begged you to stop the second I said leave, but I didn’t and I can’t take that back.”

I can’t breathe as full on panic mode sets in. I told him I loved him, he watched me walk away when he told me to go and now, now he tells me it was a mistake. Well no fucking shit
, Sherlock, I could have told you that and saved us both the past month of shit. It’s like he knows I’m getting in too deep and exactly how to pull me back. He drops his hands and lowers his voice. The deep, gravelly sound hits me, soothing me and I immediately drop my chin to my chest without thinking.

“You’re coming home with me. If I didn’t want you there, you wouldn’t be in my truck on my road right now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I would usually add a Sir in with my response even though it was something we never really decided on, but right now I can’t. He might set me on fire with one look, one touch or one word, but he broke my trust. Without that trust, this doesn’t work right and he will have to earn it back.
He doesn’t push the fact that I didn’t say it either, by the look in his eyes he knows exactly why I didn’t. Instead, he lifts my face and kisses me. I grab his arms, holding on for dear life as I open and he explores my mouth, tasting every inch.

Guilt creeps over me when I realize that I’ve been drinking and now he’s tasting it on my tongue. I try to pull away but instead of letting me, he wraps my hair around his hands and tugs back so my mouth opens more and dives back in. I finally give in, melting into Jason as he takes everything he wants from me. When he’s finished
, he swings my legs back into the truck and closes my door. Climbing back in, he continues down the road until we pull up to his house.

We make it about two steps in the door before he tells me to meet him in the bedroom. I strip my clothes off as I go up the stairs, fold them and set them in the chair by the door. I close my eyes, pushing out every bad thought and focus on the sounds around me as I stand in the middle of the room waiting for Jason.

I hear his footsteps on the floor behind me but I don’t move or open my eyes. A drawer opens and my heart speeds up because I know what is in the drawers in this bedroom, I just hope I’m right. I jump when Jason’s fingers connect with my sides, his breath on my skin. The fabric of his shirt rubs against my back as he presses against me to set something down on the bed.

“Turn around and undress me.”

I do as I’m told, slipping the buttons through each hole and it isn’t until the forth button that it strikes me as odd that he’s wearing a suit instead of his usual clothes. I don’t stop and ask him about it though, if it’s something I should know about I’m sure he will tell me. I slide his shirt over his shoulders and lay it over the back of the same chair my clothes are on before settling my hands on his belt. He settles his hand on top of mine, telling me to stop and climb on the bed instead.

I don’t waste any time sliding myself into the center of the bed, resting my head on the soft gray pillows. I track Jason with just my eyes as he moves around the bed, grabbing his phone off the dresser and plugging his headphones in before coming back to me.

Jason kneels on the bed securing my hands into the straps we put in a few weeks before he told me to leave. He reaches behind him, pulling a blindfold from his back pocket. I lift my head and close my eyes when he secures it behind my head. My world goes black and all I can do is listen and feel.

“So while you were you up here waiting, I was downloading a new song.”

He slides one of the headphones onto my ear and presses play. The song I stripped to for him plays as he continues talking.

“You’re going to listen and sing until I tell you to stop. You stop singing, I stop what I’m doing and make you start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I reply, licking my lips.

I hear his belt clang against the floor and squeeze my thighs together, knowing that at some point, Jason will give me what I need most. Him.

The bed dips and he settles between my legs, forcing them apart before reaching up and plugging my other ear with the headphone. He starts the song over and I do as I’m told and start singing.

It’s easy at first. The only reason he touches me for the first time the song runs through is to slide my legs up so my heels are pressed together against my ass and he pushes my knees down until they touch the bed.
The second time through is a bit tougher. The tip of something cold touches my skin, dragging down my chest, circling around my nipples, over my stomach and it isn’t until he slides it into me that I realize it’s the glass piece we bought with the bed straps. My breath hitches, I stumble over a few words as the weight settles inside of me but I don’t stop so neither does he. He doesn’t move the piece though, just lets it lay inside of me but it’s enough to start driving me insane.

I feel his weight shift, cool air blowing on my clit for a second before he swipes his tongue across it. I mess up, completely losing track of where I am in the song and moan instead of continuing to sing. Jason pulls the glass dildo from inside me and restarts the song and process over again.

I make it through the next time without stopping. My voice gets high and squeaky, but I don’t stop and I guess that’s all right because he continues with his glorious torture. The sudden vibrations against my thigh tells me that I’m screwed though. I know that feeling and there is no way I will make it through Jason using a damn body wand on me without screaming my way through an intense orgasm.

Just when I think he’s going to touch me though, the vibrations disappear. The bed shifts again and suddenly he takes everything away but the straps and blindfold. I feel his breath on my lips as he pulls one of the headphones from my ears. I keep singing because he hasn’t told me to stop and I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing yet.

A quick “Good girl” and peck to the scar near my collarbone and he’s gone again, situating himself between my thighs again. He grabs my ankles, spreading them as far apart as they go and he lets go, knowing I will keep them there. His thighs brush against the back of my legs and my eyes roll back when I feel the warm head of Jason’s cock slide through my lips. I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my ass and feeling him against me, knowing at any second he can be inside me makes it worse.

Just as quickly as it’s there though, it’s gone. I resist the urge to cry at the loss of contact. The words to the song flow out even though I am breathless, completely spent. I think I’m in the clear, think maybe he’s going to take it easy on me but I know I’m wrong and he proves it with a swift slap to my pussy.

My back arches as I cry out, forgetting about the stupid song I’m supposed to keep singing along to. All I know is the feeling rushing though my body. The sting against my clit that has me back on the edge of coming so hard I’ll probably pass out.

“You stopped singing.”

“Please!” I beg even though I really have no clue what I’m begging for.

He chuckles and slaps my clit again. My feet hit the bed, pushing my thighs together to relieve the stinging and without thinking, I flip over. My arms tangle since I’m still tied. Jason grabs my hips, hoisting me so my ass is in the air and pushes my legs apart.

“This position is fine by me,” he says, his lips running over my spine as his fingers draw lazily from my pussy to my ass and back. “I actually might like this idea even more.”

He pulls the remaining headphone away and tells me to make whatever noise I want. I want to thank him, to beg him and to scream at him all at the same time, but I settle for thanking him like a good girl and rest my forehead against my twisted arms as he uses my body to make us both feel good.

When he slides inside me, I swear I’m in heaven. It’s the best feeling in the world and I cry out as he begins to rock slowly in and out. He grabs the tie around my neck and pulls it taut, reminding me that he’s in control of everything. I feel pressure against my ass from his fingers and I know what he’s going to do so I relax and push back against him, allowing him to slide his fingers inside me.

Jason talks to me the entire time. I don’t have a clue what he’s saying though because I’m so focused on not coming until he tells me to. The vibrations start against my thigh again and I begin begging shamelessly for him to allow me to come. I can’t handle it anymore.

Jason leans forward and chuckles, the wand pressing against my pubic bone as he slams into me. “I never said you couldn’t come. I just told you you had to keep singing.”

The wand hits my clit, the vibrations send my body into a frenzy and I lock up. I scream incoherently as I come so hard I swear I will die before it stops. Jason follows me over the edge, his movement erratic. He pulls his fingers out of me, drops the wands and wraps his arms around me, pinning me to him as he bites down on my shoulder, yelling something that sounds like my name.

He unstraps my arms and pulls the blindfold off as he rolls us to our sides, facing each other. Aftershocks rush through my trembling body while he holds me against him and I feel myself starting to drift into sleep. As much as I want to stay awake, to savor this because I don’t know where I stand, I can’t keep my eyes open and pass out while Jason rubs my wrists where the cuffs bit into the skin when I flipped myself.