Sinners at the Altar (Page 105)

“Take your shirt off, babydoll,” Fire said. “I want to see if the rest of your body is as cut as your biceps. I can tell you work out.”

Was she fucking serious? He looked at Aggie for guidance.

“Is there something wrong with your hearing?” Aggie asked, her voice low. Cruel. Delicious.

“You know I don’t take orders, Mistress,” he said, which wasn’t exactly true. He would eventually do what was asked of him, but he needed a bit of convincing first.

Fire’s jaw dropped. Aggie just lifted an eyebrow at him.

“I think he doesn’t want to take his shirt off because he’s afraid to take your lashes against his bare back, Fire,” Aggie said. “That’s what I think.”

Jace immediately tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side.

Fire chuckled. “You do know how to gain his cooperation, don’t you, Ice?”

“Sometimes,” Aggie said. “It took me a while to figure out what makes him tick.”

Jace’s jaw set in a harsh line. He didn’t like to be talked about as if he wasn’t there, and he had half a mind to collect his shirt and put it back on. The other half of his mind was already anticipating the zone, so he stayed where he was and didn’t respond.

“What makes him tick?” Fire asked, snapping her arm out to the side unexpectedly and making the end of her whip crack.

At the sound, Jace’s belly tightened and his nipples went hard. The small silver hoop in his piercing gave him a distracting jolt of pleasure in the tiny bit of erect flesh. Fuck. His nipples weren’t the only things that were erect. He already ached for release.

“I’m not telling,” Aggie said. “Figure it out for yourself.”

“Afraid I’ll take him from you?” Fire asked with a smirk.

“Not at all,” Aggie said. “I want to see if you can handle someone like him without losing your head.”

The way she had their very first session. She still apologized to Jace about it. Not that he needed or wanted her apology. He’d loved every minute of her harsh treatment. Sometimes he wished he was still capable of sending her into a rage. Sometimes he wanted her to beat the shit out of him. But most of the time, he liked how well she knew his body.

Aggie flicked his nipple ring with the end of her riding crop. “Maybe I should take the edge off before we get to work,” she said. “You look like you’re about to explode already. Do you need to come before we begin?”

She really was getting soft on him. Half of his torture today would be holding back his sexual release.

“No, Mistress,” he said. “I can wait.”

“He is filling out those jeans very nicely,” Fire said, cracking her whip again.

Jace groaned in torment. He wished they’d quit talking and get down to business.

Aggie slid the tip of her riding crop down his belly in a Z-pattern, slowly bumping over each section of his six-pack, until the small square of leather rested against his low waistband just inside his hipbone. It was one of his most sensitive spots, and she damned well knew it.

“Unfasten your jeans,” Aggie said.

Jace was more than ready to show her just how hard she made him, but two things made him hesitate. He wasn’t sure he was delirious enough to allow Fire to see him in such an aroused state. And Aggie’s retaliation was so much sweeter when he refused her demands.

“Unfasten them for me,” he said, holding her gaze. “Mistress,” he added as an afterthought.

She lashed her crop against his hip—once, twice—and then slid its tip down the solid bulge in his pants. He drank in the delicious sting in his flesh, craving more, much more.

“I’m going to whip him just for disobeying you,” Fire said, and she lifted her arm to draw the length of her whip back.

Aggie caught her wrist. “No. You don’t give him what he wants when he disobeys. You give it to him when he obeys.”

Fire drew her eyebrows together. “And what does he want?”

“You can’t tell by looking at him?” Aggie lashed his lower belly several times, and Jace’s head tilted back as goose bumps rose to the surface of his awakening flesh.

Oh yeah, hurt me, Aggie. Please hurt me.

“You got yourself a pain pig here, Aggie,” Fire said.

She wasn’t the first domme to label him with that title, but it wasn’t completely true. At least not since Aggie had discovered what really got him off.

“Do you want her to try out her whip on you, Jace?” Aggie asked.

“Yes.”

He jerked when she brought the end of the riding crop down on his chest, next to his pierced nipple.

“Yesssss?” she prompted.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Then unfasten your jeans. I want them at your ankles.”

He struggled with the conflict between his desire for pain and his embarrassment at the thought of exposing himself to Fire. No woman but Aggie had seen his cock since he’d met her. He was surprised she was willing to allow another woman to look at it. Didn’t she want it all to herself? Aggie waited patiently, and Fire tapped her toe on the cement while he contemplated his next move.

“I say we hit him until he does what you say,” Fire said.

“Yes,” Jace said immediately. “Do that.”

Aggie chuckled. “Not a chance.” To Fire she said, “That doesn’t work on him. He’d let you hit him until your arm gave out or he was unconscious.”

“Can’t I at least hit him once? I obviously don’t have your patience.”