Sophia revelled in throwing him off balance. She knew exactly how to push his buttons in the best way. As she took him back into her mouth, she wondered how far she could tease him before he snapped. The thought sent a thrill through her core.
Jake growled and fisted his hand in her hair. “You’re playing with fire, little one.”
Sophia hummed in response, the vibrations making Jake’s hips buck. She loved reducing this powerful man to putty in her hands. Or mouth, as it were.
Her fingers continued their ministrations between her legs. She was close already from all his earlier teasing. But she wanted to see how much further she could push things.
Jake’s grip tightened in warning. “Last chance to behave.”
Sophia pulled off with an obscene pop. “Make me,” she challenged, her eyes glittering with defiance.
Sophia’s lips stretched around Jake as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling along his length. The vibrations from her muffled moans sent shivers through his body. Her fingers worked frantically between her thighs, building waves of pleasure that threatened to crash over her at any moment.
Jake’s hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements. “That’s it, little one,” he growled. “Don’t hold back.”
A strangled cry escaped Sophia’s throat as her orgasm hit, her body trembling. Jake seized the opportunity, thrusting deeper into her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place as he fucked her throat.
Sophia’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She reveled in Jake’s dominance, in being used for his pleasure. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as he drove deeper.
“Fuck, Soph,” Jake groaned. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She hummed in response, the vibrations drawing another moan from him. Her tongue worked along his shaft as he thrust, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.
Jake’s hips stuttered as he neared his peak. “I’m close,” he warned. “You ready to swallow it all?”
Sophia nodded as best she could with her mouth full, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Jake cursed under his breath at the sight.
With a final thrust, he came undone. Sophia swallowed eagerly, not letting a drop escape. Only when Jake gently tugged her hair did she pull back, gasping for air.
“Good girl,” Jake murmured, helping her to her feet. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.
Jake broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to Sophia’s neck. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin as he tugged her head to the side, exposing more of her throat.
“You come so prettily,” he murmured against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “But unfortunately, you were still naughty. You know what that means, don’t you?”
Sophia’s pulse quickened, a mix of anticipation and defiance coursing through her veins. She knew exactly what he meant, but couldn’t resist pushing his buttons.
“Oh no,” she said, feigning innocence. “Whatever shall I do?”
Jake’s low chuckle rumbled against her neck. “You still need to be punished, little one.”
Sophia pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, raising one eyebrow in challenge. Her lips curled into a smirk as she uttered, “Do your worst, surfer boy.”
Jake’s eyes darkened at her taunt. God, how he loved when she got sassy. It made breaking her down all the sweeter.
“Careful what you wish for,” he growled, his hand sliding down to grip her ass. “I might just take you up on that.”
Sophia’s heart raced, arousal pooling low in her belly. She knew she was playing with fire, but couldn’t bring herself to care. “Promises, promises,” she teased.
In one swift motion, Jake spun her around and bent her over the nearby dresser. His hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room.
“You were saying?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.
Sophia gasped, the sting blooming across her skin. “Fuck,” she hissed, fingers gripping the edge of the dresser.
Jake’s hand came down again, harder this time. The impact sent a jolt through her body, pain and pleasure intertwining.
“Still think I’m all talk?” he taunted, caressing the reddening flesh.
Sophia bit her lip, torn between defiance and surrender. Part of her wanted to sass back, to see how far she could push him. But a larger part craved more of his punishing touch.
“N-no,” she managed, voice breathy. “But I can take more.”
Jake leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, I know you can, little one. And you will.”
His hand came down again and again, each smack sending waves of sensation through her body. Sophia’s moans grew louder, more desperate with each impact.
“Fuck, Jake,” she gasped, hips pushing back instinctively. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly. “I thought this was supposed to be punishment. Sounds like you’re enjoying it a bit too much.”
Sophia turned her head, meeting his gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark with lust, cheeks flushed. “Maybe you’re not trying hard enough,” she challenged.
Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Careful what you wish for, darling. I might just break you.”
A shiver ran down Sophia’s spine. God, she hoped he would.
Jake’s hand snaked around Sophia’s throat, fingers pressing lightly against her pulse points as he tugged her upright. Her back collided with his chest, skin tingling where they touched.
“I wonder what I should do next,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. His other hand continued its rhythmic assault on her ass, each smack sending shockwaves through her body. “You aren’t learning your lesson, are you?”
Sophia’s breath hitched, caught between the pressure on her throat and the sting of his palm. Her mind raced, torn between defiance and submission. She wanted more needed more but admitting it felt like losing some unspoken game.
“No, sir,” she finally breathed, voice rough with desire.
Jake’s grip tightened fractionally. “And why is that, little one? Too stubborn? Or just hungry for more punishment?”
Sophia’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction. “Maybe… maybe both,” she admitted, heat flooding her cheeks.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Always so honest when you’re desperate.” His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Tell me what you want, Sophia. Beg for it.”
She swallowed hard, pride warring with raw need. “Please,” she whispered, then louder, “Please, sir. I need more. Whatever you want to give me. I can take it.”
Jake’s hand stilled on her ass, now caressing the heated skin. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now let’s see just how much you can really handle.”
Jake’s hand left her throat as he stepped back. “On the bed,” he commanded, voice low and gravelly. “Ass in the air.”
Sophia’s legs trembled as she moved to comply. “Yes, sir,” she breathed, positioning herself on the mattress. The cool sheets were a stark contrast to her flushed skin as she pressed her cheek against them, raising her hips.
She heard Jake moving around the room, opening drawers and rummaging through things. Her anticipation built with each passing moment, imagination running wild with possibilities.
“I can’t trust you not to play with yourself,” Jake said, returning to the bedside. “So I’m going to tie your hands behind your back.”
Sophia’s pulse quickened. “Yes, sir,” she replied, a hint of eagerness creeping into her voice.
She felt the smooth slide of a silk tie around her wrists as Jake bound them securely. The loss of control sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
“And to make things more interesting,” Jake continued, his tone playful yet commanding, “I’m going to cover your eyes.”
Sophia bit her lip, equal parts nervous and thrilled. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
As Jake’s fingers brushed her face, settling a blindfold over her eyes, Sophia’s other senses heightened. The scent of Jake’s cologne, the sound of his steady breathing, the lingering sting on her ass everything became more intense in the darkness.
“Now,” Jake’s voice came from behind her, a hand trailing down her spine, “let’s see just how good you can be for me.”