A Kinky Start.

Chapter 12.

Jasmine knew she had agreed to be a good girl some seconds ago but the idea of submission doesn’t seem to seat well with her.

Walking into the red room to meet Jerald seated on the black chair with arms spread widely accros the arm rest spiked something against her guts.

Her heels click against the wall, echoing at every step she took.

The black lace clung against her body. Dangerous and delegate.

Seated on the black couch like a shadow form, he watched her.

His eyes moved against her body, shoulders tensing.

He had envisioned her in this set, but nothing would have prepared him for how perfect she bodied the lingerie.

His jaws tightened against his mouth as his eyes hovered around her body.

Gosh! She had the perfect body.

A waist that would fit into his perfect grip when he desires doggy.

A boobs that would fill his entire palms, and an ass that his hand would never get tired of spanking.

His throat budged as he swallowed in, trying to stay composed, but his cock was already growing hard in his trouser.

Jasmine’s legs quivered from the weight of his gaze, he had been glaring in her. And strangely, she didn't find it discomforting, she found it appealing, loving every inch of how his eyes caressed her body.

Her thighs clamped softly, struggling to decipher every burn between her thighs.

She moved her eyes away and immediately, they landed on the wall. Her breath hitched as her eye drank in the sight of the wall, a place where leather, steel, and silk hung like promises.

Her brows knitted, confusion hinting on her gaze. She looked around, chains gleamed. Paddles waited. It didn't seem like the room she had been in last night. This room didn't whisper, it command but it was still the very room she had knelt in front of him and taken his cock like….

Her thighs pressed harder, nipples tightening. Just a day in this room and she was already carrying a memory she couldn't heal past.

Jerald rose. That one action sent a jolt against her knees but she braced up, shoulders high, but she couldn't dense the intimidating aura he excused.

He stood tall. Towering over everything in the room. Her eyes moved around his body. God! He was built by the devil! Muscled in a way that looked carved, not grown. Every inch of him spoke of power and danger curved into flesh.

As he moved, he took a deliberate calm step toward her.

Her pulse stuttered, she took a step backward, instinctively.

He took another closer, shoulder spreading wider than the earth itself.

But she replaced it, moving back with a stubborn expression but he was faster.

Taunting her by taking every step closer and dragging his lips into a grin that didn't reach his eyes.

Then suddenly, her back touched the cold war and he stopped, standing barely an inch away from her.

Jasmine’s breath flattered. He was closed. So fucking close. Her breath coiled like serpent, wrapping around her throat.

She swallowed, glaring up at him with a feisty eyes.

Her pussy tingled, sensation burning down her nerves. But she refused to cower.

He was so tall. So… her eyes moved down his body, hands itching to touch his chest.

She pressed her thighs harder in an attempt to decipher all that was going down between her thighs, but he suddenly raised a hand, moving it closer to her cheeks.

His fingers grazed her cheeks, warm and firm it almost made her slump. He tilted her face up, daring her to look at him, when she did, her eyes met his—fierce and unbowed.

Jerald’s eyes moved against her lips. Oh! How he would love to fucking devour this cute lips of hers,

His knuckles trailed from her cheeks, moving down until it stopped again at her chin.

“You did well yesterday,” His voice rumbled, coming out low. “Master Will reward you today.”

Reward. Her stomach flipped, excitement roaming around the pit of her belly. What would his reward be like? Bound her to the wall and fuck her hard like slut?

Jasmine blinked, her thoughts fluctuating. No. This should not be happening. She shouldn't be desiring him. And that feeling. That weird feeling in her belly. Damn it! They better not be butterfly or she would reach out to every feathers and pluck them out until they were no more.

This feeling was out of reach. This was a one-month contract. She didn't have the right to enjoy it.

With her chin raised, she replied. “I do not need your reward. Just get to the deal.”

Jerald’s face dropped, the word strucking him like a dagger.

His blood spiked, roaring against his ear.

She just turned him down. The realization hit him like a switch flip, before he could control his leash, he had grabbed her throat, spun her around and pressed her against the wall.

Jasmine’s breath locked, face pressing against the cold wall, as he choked her from behind.

Her core tingled as he leaned in, his clothed shaft pressing against his ass.

She shut her eyes, trying to decipher every thought, but they seeped in, taking over every image.

Jerald leaned in closer, face hovering around her ear.

His voice dragged against her ear like a blade. “Do. Not. Push. Me.”

A mischievous smirk hinted against her lips. “Or what?”

Jerald gritted, chest burning in something he couldn't quite express.

His hand lingered around her throat, then he pulled away, barely holding himself together.

“Go stand on the gate.”

His voice reverberated through the air, his command low and lethal.

Jasmine's eyes followed the gesture to the tall structure at the center of the room. Her eyes moved around the cold black iron, breath still uneven. It was shaped like a gate, like a cage turned open.

Her brows knitted, questions and anticipation curling in her throat.

She looked back at him. “Why?

Jerald shot her a dagger glare. “You do not get to question me, Jasmine. Do as I say.”

His voice was sharped, and the edge carried an intensity she couldn’t quite defy.

With an eyeroll, she walked towards the gate, muttering something too low for him to catch.

The moment she got to the gate, sometning shifted, her body leaned into the the structure, reluctant, but ready.

Jerald took a step forward, walking closer to the gate.

Silence dropped on the air, wrapping around the room like silk,

From behind the gate, he took her wrists, spreading them apart against the frame. Leather cuffs clicked in place, bounding her in.

Jasmine let in a deep swallow. She didn't fight, rather, she trembled… not in fear, but in anticipation.

Then he moved very swiftly, hands spreading her legs apart.

He hooked the cuff, legs tied. Bounded, open, and most certainly, vulnerable.

Helpless, Perfectly helpless just the way he liked it.

She stared at him, noticing the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Her lips parted, eyes moving around her tied body.

“What are you doing to me?”

Jerald didn't say a word instead he reached for the red blindfold. A silk material. Soft yet wicked.

Her breath turned hot against her throat as he stepped behind her.

Her body stiffened, curiosity wrapping around her like a fog.

She could feel him, the heat that his body radiated from behind.

His hand moved forward, dropping the material against her skin.

“What… are… you doing?” her voice quivered, coming in sharp and uncertain.

“Blindfolding you.”He answered, his tone casual as ever.

Jasmine heart leaped. “But…”

“Shhhh…” Jerald commanded, voice turning dangerously soft. “Dont say a word. I am the leader here and you… you will follow.”

Jasmine let down the foggy breath her jaws clamping. Yet nothing propelled her to resist.

It was bad that she trusted him this way, this was not what her Aunt Beatrice had thought her but there was something about Jerald that ticked the boxes for her, and it was strange. Strange that she was trusting a man she met 4 days ago,

Jerald’s hand moved as he tied the silk around her head, slipping it over her eyes, knotting it snugly behind her skull.

The moment her sight vanished a soft gasp escaped her lips.

The darkness made everything louder.

Her chest rose and fell in a way she could barely define.

He moved to the front of her bound body, picked up the paddle from the wall. It was a sleek piece of black leather. He trailed the edge of it along his own fingers, eyes trailing down her body.

Fuck! She was perfect! The rise of her breast, the faint sheen between her thighs, the shape of her body, the almost visible sight of her pussy.

He licked on his lower lips, cock kicking against his pant.

“Pick a safe word.”

Jasmine licked on her button lips nervous… And damn! That act had his jaws clamping. She was such a tease. How could she be effortlessly obvious at how hard she was breaking every of his freaking damn resolve.

He wanted to fuck her. To pin her body to the wall and fuck her hard, but… if he had a taste of her now, then that was it. It was never going to desire her again. No woman had been to his bed twice. Non.

Nervously, Jasmine let out, her words breaking through his thoughts. “Black.”

A small knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Black it is then.”

Like the moment of ruin had came, be stepped forward, close enough to let his breath graze her skin. “Since you do not want rewards, Master will punish you.”