Master's Reward.

Chapter 22.

Jerald placed his left hand on the wall, caging her between himself and the surface.

His eyes roamed around her body, body boiling with desires. Fuck! She was perfection. Seeing her from this close end spiked something wild in his blood. A desire more dangerous than he could let out.

His breath hitched, nose flaring softly as her cologne wrapped around the walls of his nostrils.

Jasmine’s skin prickled from the closeness. His body radiated something strong. A deep heat that had her pussy tingling with desire.

His hand moved closer to her face, then softly—very softly—he began to trail his knuckles across her cheeks.

Jasmine’s breath hung against her throat. Her body arched, his touch burning through her skin like a match pressed to paper.

Oh God. This was not right. This desire. It was unwelcome, yet every pore in her skin opened, accepting the sensation that his gentle touch weaved into her.

Then slowly, he leaned in, burying his face against the nape of her neck.

His actions mirrored a hunger Jasmine couldn’t help but love.

Then he kissed her neck, letting his lips linger on the spot for longer than two seconds.

Jasmine gasped softly, his tongue wetting her skin. Her knees nearly buckled. Her breathing came uneven, shallow, as his mouth dragged heat down her spine.

Jerald sniffed her in, his nose trailing against her bare shoulder, dragging slowly, possessively.

“Those words… did you mean them?” His voice was breathless against her skin.

Jasmine’s eyes opened, and realization dawned on her. He heard her interaction with the lady.

She cleared her throat, hemming softly. “Yes…” she replied, voice coming out in a soft whisper.

Jerald’s jaws clamped. She meant it? She meant what she said—that she didn’t care about him, just the money.

His hand moved, trailing down her cleavage until he found her boobs.

Jasmine gasped at the gentle graze of his fingers against the exposed part of her breasts. Her lips parted as he moved his hand into her clothes, dropping kisses on any spot on her shoulder and neck that he could reach.

His hand fondled her breasts, and she arched, body pressing into his touch. Her nipples hardened against his palm.

“That’s it,” Jerald moaned, his voice breathless. “That’s your body reacting to me, Jasmine…”

His fingers moved, searching for her nipples, slow and sensual.

He knew she was lying when she said she cared about the money and not him, but what he didn’t understand was why it angered him so much that she didn’t care.

His lips trailed against her chest, moving down to her lips. His breath hovered over hers, warm and wanting.

Then all of a sudden, Jasmine pulled away, her breathing heavy.

Jerald glared at her, his brows tugging into confusion.

“What?”

Jasmine reached for her dress, which was already slipping away, arranging herself properly.

He had a lover he was waiting for. She couldn’t allow herself to get sexually attached to him.

All these corner-side kisses and touches would only lead to a desire she could never have.

Her brows tugged softly, and she replied, “Just because you are my master doesn’t give you the right to touch me. And pull away whenever you want to.”

Out of context, but it was the only thing she could come up with. She needed him to stay away. Her body was arching too much. Desiring more than she could afford.

If she wasn’t pleasuring him in the red room, then she didn’t need all of these sneaky touches.

Jerald’s lips curled into an invisible smile. So his actions last night had affected her? His cock twitched, and the knowledge sent an awkward sensation down his spine.

He took a step closer, eyes drinking her in softly until she began to melt again.

He moved closer, caging her between the wall and himself just like seconds ago.

Jasmine glared at him, breaths locked against her throat.

What is it about him that she desired this much? What is it about his hands that she couldn’t let go of?

She shut her eyes, trying to get the thoughts away for a second, but within that second, his knuckles were back to trailing down her cheeks.

Her eyes snapped open. Her lips parted as she made to say a word, but nothing came out.

Jerald’s cock twitched. His thumb moved to her lip and he trailed it gently across her lower lip, rubbing with slow pressure.

Jasmine’s body slumped, sensation running cold below her skin before it exploded into warmth.

Her eyes turned heavy, desire, want, and need returning just like they had left.

Her body surrendered, pussy dripping wet for him. Her breathing picked up, sharp and needy.

“I will make it up to you…” his voice was soft. Soft yet husky.

Her stomach curled, tightening into a home of pleasure.

Her lips parted and the word dropped low from her lips.

“How?”

Jerald’s eyes moved around her body, worshipping her with every movement until every goddamn layer of feistiness had been peeled off.

Then he moved his hand to her chest.

“This…” he said in a mumble, yanking her clothes off. It rippled in her ears like a breaking spell.

“Oh my goodness.” She gasped, voice sharp across the hallway.

“What… are you… doing?” Her voice stuttered, coming out in a whisper.

Slowly, Jerald lowered his head, eyes holding seductively onto hers.

“This…” he said, claiming her already erect nipples into his mouth in one swift movement.

“Goodness!” Jasmine gasped, her body arching into him as the pleasure from his wet tongue crashed against her body.