Chapter 25

By the time he was fully seated, Emma was writhing beneath him. Each twist of her hips made the shaft inside of him jerk, change angles, slide against his flesh in maddening ways. Gideon’s earlier words came back to him. He could touch himself. He could stroke himself as he rocked up and down on the toy, but he chose to grip Emma’s hips instead. He held onto her with firm fingers, his grip tightening as a second thin cut opened on his back. He felt Gideon’s teeth immediately after the whip, scraping across his skin, drawing fresh blood. Jesse shivered, even though his skin felt flushed and more sweat dotted the back of his neck.