But she wasn’t sure she hadn’t lied. The idea of bondage sounded primitive and tacky on the surface. Something only people who couldn’t respond to “normal” sex did. But in a handful of minutes, Jack had forced her to face her own fantasy.
“That’s better, but you’ve got to stop questioning what I say. I tell you, you do it. This isn’t a negotiation.”
That grated against her independent nature…even as it made the knot in her belly clench tighter.
“You’re arrogant.”
“And that isn’t going to change. You better start following directions, little girl, or there will be consequences.”
Morgan wanted to rail at him, deny that his power appealed to her. It would only start a fight they didn’t have time to finish. If she wanted to get out of here with her pride in tact, she needed to convince him she was ready to leave here and fool her stalker. And she needed to convince the people they’d see that she was completely familiar and comfortable with Jack touching her.
“You got what you wanted. My hands are against the wall. I know you’re going to grope me in public. I’ll keep any surprise or discomfort to myself. Can we end this now?”
“You’re not ready.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“So, if I do this…”
His hand slid back inside her thong, fingers circling her clit before dropping down to her slick opening. He pushed two fingers deep inside her. His left hand traveled down her stomach, then covered her clit.
Unable to help it, she gasped.
“See, you’re not ready,” he said and began massaging her clit, while the fingers embedded inside her toyed with her until they encountered a bundle of nerves Morgan hadn’t known she possessed. He rubbed there unmercifully, slow, insistent strokes ripping a scream of tingles deep inside her.
Orgasm raced toward her, like a car speeding through traffic lights to the edge of a cliff. Her channel clenched in weeping hunger around his fingers, her body begging for release. His teeth nipped at her neck again. Then he pressed himself against her backside, grinding an unmistakably large erection into the cleft between her ass.
At least she wasn’t the only one affected, she thought as her head lolled back on his shoulder, perspiration breaking out all over her body as his fingers continued to fill her, toy with her clit. Her chest heaved with every breath. This was insane. Madness! The edge of pleasure was killing her. When had she ever been so aroused so quickly?
The feelings built, until she felt pleasure fill her up, nearly to the exploding point.
Then he withdrew his touch, easing his hands out of the thong and onto her hips. “No coming, not unless I say so.”
Before she could stop it, a whimper escaped her throat.
Jack kissed her neck again, a brush of lips, a sting of teeth. “You’ll thank me later.”
Morgan couldn’t imagine why he thought so. Her body was so tightly strung. He’d aroused her so thoroughly, she was tense, her mind racing. If he touched her in public, she’d probably climax so viciously, she’d black out.
His hands grazed up her abdomen again, to her br**sts. He fondled them, rolled her aching ni**les between his fingertips once more. She arched into his hand, grinding her ass against the impressive erection behind her, biting her lip to hold in a groan.
He stepped away with a laugh. “Nice try.”
“Jack…” She didn’t want to beg. Really. But how was she supposed to keep her wits around the bad guys when her body ached so badly?
“Are you going to question me again?”
The tone of his voice told her that would be a very bad idea. But leaving her wanting like this was no better. Still, a glance over her shoulder at his suddenly forbidding face stilled the plea on her tongue.
“No.”
“And if I—” he reached down, into her thong once more and rubbed her clit with his finger— “did this…”
Pleasure shot through her again, fresh and ferocious. She whimpered and thrust her hips into his touch. So, so close…
Again, he withdrew. “Excellent. Now you don’t jerk away when I touch you.”
“You’re going to leave me like this?”