Chapter 292
Chapter 292:
“I love you,” I murmur, my voice soft but raw with sincerity. “Always p>
Her lips curve into a tired, satisfied smile. “I love you too. Forever p>
Ace hums in satisfaction, retreating to the back of my mind, but I know he’s not gone. Jasmine brings out the beast in me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
For now, though, I hold her close, my lips brushing against her temple.
That wasn’t all. We’ve been starved, Ace and I. Hungry and craving her for weeks. Each passing day of seeing her without being able to touch her felt like hell. Pure torture.
But now, we’ll make the most of it. Moments with Jasmine are like drawing sweet nectar straight from the heart of a flower.
The first time wasn’t enough. This time, I have a blindfold and kinky tools.
I tighten the silk blindfold around her eyes, ensuring it’s snug but not too tight. Jasmine’s lips part, her breaths shallow, her body trembling with anticipation. She’s standing in the center of the room, completely naked, her hands bound behind her back with soft leather cuffs.
“You look fucking exquisite like this,” I murmur, circling her slowly, letting her feel my presence while denying her the comfort of seeing me. The soft light touches her skin, bringing out the shape of her body, making every little shiver and movement feel alive, as if the light itself is responding to her.
“Ryder,” she breathes, her voice shaky with excitement and a touch of nervousness.
“Quiet,” I snap, my tone firm but controlled. I press a finger to her lips, and she stills immediately. “You speak when I tell you to. Do you understand p>
“Yes,” she whispers.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back until her throat is exposed.
“What p>
𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓
“Yes, Sir,” she corrects, her voice soft but steady.
A wicked smile spreads across my face. “Good girl p>
Her body relaxes slightly at the praise, but I don’t let her linger in comfort. I step away, letting the silence stretch out, the absence of touch making her shift on her feet. I grab the riding crop from the table and drag the leather tip lightly along her skin—over her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, across her stomach.
She sucks in a breath, her body tensing under the teasing touch.
“You’re trembling,” I taunt, tracing the crop along the curve of her hip. “Are you scared, Jasmine p>
“No,” she whispers, her voice a little too quick, a little too breathless.
I chuckle darkly, snapping the crop against her thigh—not hard, but enough to make her gasp.
“Liar p>
Her lips part in a soft moan, her body swaying slightly. I step closer, pressing my chest against her back, my cock hard and straining against my jeans. My hand slides down her stomach, fingers brushing against her slick folds.
“You’re soaked,” I murmur against her ear, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy p>
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes, her hips pushing forward, desperate for more contact.
“Patience,” I growl, pulling my hand away.