Desperate Measures: A Wicked Villains Novel

by Katee Robert

  Jafar moves closer to the couch, forcing me in front of him. “I invite Meg over for a nice drink and you come in here in that dress.”

  “You bought me this dress,” I protest, pushing back against him, trying not to roll my ass against his hard cock. Wanton. Every time we play this game, Jafar makes me feel absolutely wanton. He boils me down to my very essence, to pure lust, pulling forth fantasy after fantasy and delivering them without qualm. The man is addiction personified.

  “I bought you that dress to wear for me.” He moves us forward another step. “Not so you can flash your pussy at our guests.”

  Meg takes a sip of her drink, as relaxed as if we’re having a normal conversation and Jafar isn’t forcing me closer and closer to her in short steps designed to draw out the journey. She tilts her head to the side. “She’s got a pretty pussy, Jafar. No wonder she wants to show it off.”

  “You’re wrong,” I whisper.

  “Am I?” She shrugs as if she doesn’t care one way or another. “I think your Daddy is right.”

  “She likes to play the tease.” His dark promise has me struggling in earnest. I dig in my heels and thrash, the movements driving the hem of my dress higher. Jafar pins my wrists at the small of my back and tsks. “Look at her, Meg. Putting on a show even now.”

  I struggle harder, but he bands his other arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet entirely. Two steps and we’re to the couch. I bite my bottom lip. “Stop.”

  “Jafar.” Meg’s voice is low, her amusement as cutting as Jafar’s threats. “Your hospitality leaves something to be desired if you can’t even train your girl correctly.”

  “We’re a work in process.” He moves my hands up to either side of his neck. “Keep them there.”

  “But—”

  “If you’re going to disobedient, I’ll tie you down.”

  Oh god.

  Meg leans forward, which is right around the time I realize she’s even with my hips, where my short dress has ridden up to indecent heights. She runs her thumbs along the hem of the dress, inching it a little higher, baring me. “No panties. A liar in addition to a little tease.”

  “I did tell you.” Jafar kicks my feet apart and spears a finger deep inside me. He withdraws before I can do more than gasp and holds it up. Another of those tsks that I love and hate in equal measure. “Meg, she’s ten seconds from getting off, all because she’s put you in a bad way.”

  “Wicked girl,” Meg murmurs. She looks over my shoulder, and I have no idea what she and Jafar communicate in that look. They have a history, but somehow the very thing that made me jealous a few days ago seems so … mundane. Something left over from the world of shouldn’t. I let it drift away as Meg runs her hands up my thighs. For all her angles, she’s so much softer than Jafar, her hands smooth where his are rough. I focus on her darkly painted lips and lick my own. She catches the movement and her low laugh has me clenching my thighs. “I think a punishment is in order.”

  “You took the words right out of my mouth.” He pulls my dress up my body and over my head, leaving the stretchy fabric tangled around my wrists on the other side of his head. It’s not truly trapping me, but the sensation feels like being trapped. Jafar spreads his hand over my lower stomach, forcing me still. “Have a taste, Meg. My baby girl is sweet as fuck.”

  She parts my pussy with her thumbs and breathes against my clit. “No coming.”

  “No coming,” he confirms.

  I can’t look away as she closes the last of the distance between us and gives my clit a teasing lick. Jafar always seems to go down on me like I’m the very air he needs to breathe. Not so with Meg. She tests me with little touches of her tongue, her gaze on my face as if filing away every minute expression.

  Jafar chuckles. “So fucking prissy.”

  “Mmm.” She lifts her head but her hand replaces her mouth, stroking me in light touches that curl my toes and have me fighting against Jafar’s hold. “How long did it take for her to come the first time? Did you go after her like a starving man?” Her smug smile contains a plethora of knowledge. “Finesse, my friend.” She pushes two fingers into me, expertly finding the spot on my inner wall that makes my knees go out.

  He adjusts his grip, catching me under my thighs and spreading me wide. Jafar holds me easily, as if he can bear my weight the entirety of the night if he’s so inclined. His bruising grip only makes the feeling of Meg’s fingers inside me all the hotter. I gasp out a breath. “Daddy, please. Please let me come.”

  “See.” She arches a brow.

  “Enough.”

  I sob out a protest, but Meg gives my pussy one last long kiss and slouches back against the couch. She’s left her mark on me in the way of her lipstick, and there’s something so obscenely sexy about seeing it smeared across the most private part of me. I want more. I want it now. “Please.”

  “Ah ah.” Jafar sets me back on the ground, yanks my dress off my wrists, and uses a hand on my shoulder to drive me to my knees. “You don’t get to tease her and then have us playing with your cunt for the rest of the night. Orgasms are a reward for good girls, and you’ve hardly been that.” He goes to his knees behind me, once again using his body to force mine closer to Meg. “Are you wet, Meg?”

  “Always.” She laughs. “But if you’re asking if that little show got me hot and bothered? Yes, Jafar. I said your baby girl is exquisite and I meant it.”

  “Take off her pants.”

  I reach for the front of her slacks with shaking hands. I know what comes next, the same way I know that Jafar wanted me to suck his cock when we played in The Underworld. I’m clumsy working the pants down her hips and off her legs, but it doesn’t matter. She’s beautiful. A skeleton key is tattooed high on her inner right thigh and a glint of metal piercing near her clit has my mouth watering. “Oh.”

  It’s only when Meg spreads her thighs that I remember I’m supposed to be resisting. I jerk back, but Jafar’s presence at my back means I can’t go far. “Don’t play the innocent now, baby girl. Look at how wet you got her.” He reaches around me to wrench Meg’s thighs wider.

  Her gasp has me shaking. I want her to make that noise again. I want to be the one to cause it.

  “Make her come.” His command ripples through me, burning through my last facade of resistance. Even as part of me wants to mirror the calculated way she licked me, I’m not capable of that kind of control. I run my palms over her thighs, touching Jafar’s hands briefly, and then up her narrow hips to push her shirt up over her breasts. The sight has me clenching my thighs together, and I waste no time dipping down to drag my tongue over her. I work the piercing with my lips, enjoying the contrast of metal and her soft flesh.

  Meg lets out a strangled laugh. “She’s enthusiastic.”

  “She’s a dirty little slut. She’s been fantasizing about getting her mouth all over your pussy from the second you met.” Jafar moves back, but I’m too focused on drawing another of those little gasps from Meg to worry about what he’s doing behind me. She tastes like sin and I can’t get enough. I know I’m in the submissive position, that Jafar—and to a lesser extent, Meg—are in control, but her thighs tensing beneath my hands because of what I’m doing to her sure feels like power to me.

  Meg digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer yet, guiding my mouth back up to her clit. “Right there.” She lets out a little moan. “Don’t stop.”

  It’s not enough, though. I want more of her. I push a single finger into her pussy and gasp against her when she clenches around me. Yes, yes, yes. I work a second finger into her. “I’m going to make her come, Daddy.”

  He strokes his hands up my hips, moving back behind me. I freeze. He’s removed his clothes while I was busy here. His cock presses against my entrance and I’m wet enough that the tiniest movement on my part would slide him into me. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, that I am supposed to wait for him to lead, that this is a trap.

  It doesn’t matter.

  I slam
back against him, taking his cock deep inside me. My moan turns into a cry of protest when he grabs my hips and forces me off him. “Do you see what I mean? The tiniest taste of cock and she forgets all about her responsibilities and tries to steal an orgasm.”

  “Naughty girl.” Meg tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me back to her pussy. She tightens her grip at the last second, holding me a bare inch from touching her. “Seems like she deserves a punishment.”

  “Seems like you’re right.” Jafar delivers a rough slap to my ass. I whimper even as the heat of the strike zings directly to my clit. “Make her come, baby girl. Don’t stop again.”

  Meg releases my hair and I immediately go back to working her clit exactly like she commanded. Jafar doesn’t stop spanking me, the rising tide of pain leaving me desperate. For what, I can’t begin to say. His cock. Meg’s orgasm. Their hands all over me.

  I suck hard on Meg’s clit and push two fingers into her. She laughs as she comes, her pussy clenching around my fingers in a way that has me moaning against her. I keep licking her until she pulls me away by my hair. “That’s enough.” Her laugh is more than a little breathless and a flush has warmed her pale skin. She grins down at me. “That was well done.”

  Jafar delivers one last slap to my ass and then palms me. “Drenched.”

  “Of course she is. She loves this.” She tugs my hair. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Look at that, Jafar. Honesty for the first time tonight.” Another tug on my hair has me writhing my hips, instinctively trying to ride Jafar’s hand even as he removes it. Meg smiles. “Tell us what you want. Be honest.”

  Somehow, this feels like the most daring thing I’ve done tonight. I force myself to meet her gaze. Force the truth from my lips. “I want to ride Jafar’s cock while you lick my clit and his cock.”

  If anything, her grin widens. “He’s right. You are a dirty little slut.” She looks at him. “Shall we give the girl what she wants?”

  I nearly topple over as I turn around to face him. As I suspected, he’s naked, his body an invitation I can’t ignore even if I want to. He pulls me up and takes my mouth, and knowing that he can taste Meg’s orgasm on my tongue has me running my hands up his chest and looping them around his neck, pressing my body against him and rolling my hips in invitation. When he finally lifts his head, his dark eyes are so hot, they sear me right to my soul. “If she asks nicely.”

  “Please, Daddy.” I kiss his jaw, his neck, his chest, working my way down to his cock. “Please, please, please.” I suck him deep, loving his sharp inhale the same way I loved Meg’s moans. More. He laces his fingers through my hair, but for once he doesn’t take control, he merely lets me suck him down as I beg without words.

  “I’d say she wants it,” he rumbles.

  “Mmm.” I feel Meg shift to the floor behind me before she slides her hand between my legs. “God, she really is drenched, isn’t she?” She explores me with her fingers in an absent sort of way, not trying to get me off, just seeming to enjoy touching me.

  “Next time, I’m going to bring in a few of the guys.” Aside from his voice dropping an octave, I wouldn’t know that he’s even remotely affected by my mouth around his cock. The fact they’re talking about me as if she’s not fingering me, as if I’m not sucking him off … I shiver and tilt my hips a little in invitation.

  Meg laughs and pushes two fingers into me. “I saw you talking with Hook while you fingered her. He could barely take his eyes off her and he couldn’t even see how wet she was. He’d give his right arm to be able to fuck her pussy while she sucks your cock. Or maybe fuck her pussy while you fuck her ass.” She presses her thumb to my ass, the sensation making me moan around Jafar’s cock. Meg gives a happy sigh. “I would very much like to watch it when it happens.”

  “That can be arranged.” He uses his grip on my hair to guide me off his cock. “Would you like that, baby girl?”

  The thought of two cocks filling me, of being caged in by two bodies, of being helpless and spread wide open … No question about it. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Thought so.” He stands and moves back to sit on the chair across from us. “Come on, then.”

  I scramble to my feet and nearly tip over when my knees try to give out. Jafar catches my hand and pulls me roughly onto his lap. He turns me to face Meg where she still kneels on the floor and uses his legs to spread mine obscenely wide. “I like seeing her lipstick all over your cunt, baby girl.”

  “Me, too,” I whisper.

  “Shall we let her get it all over my cock, too?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Come here, Meg.”

  I expect her to stand, but she crawls. There is absolutely nothing subservient about the motion. She’s lost her shirt somewhere along the way, and Meg puts on a show as she moves slowly toward us. I don’t draw a full breath until she’s kneeling between our thighs, and then I forget to breathe entirely. She wraps her hand around Jafar’s cock, but it’s my gaze she meets as she sucks him deep.

  One stroke. Two.

  Jafar lifts me and Meg moves his cock to my entrance. He slams me down on him and I can’t keep a cry inside. I wriggle, trying to adjust to his cock stretching me, but neither of them gives me time. His hands on my hips press me down, sealing us completely, and then Meg’s mouth is on my clit. All the finesse is gone. She does something with her tongue that has my vision hazing out. I scream as I come, riding out the long waves of orgasm that never seem to end.

  “Meg, enough.” At first I think Jafar’s warning is about what she’s doing to me, but I look down and realize she’s cupping his balls and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s hanging on by a thread.

  Meg knows, too, because she doesn’t stop. Not what she’s doing to me, not what she’s doing to him.

  “Fucking enough.” He spills us onto the ground, shoving Meg onto her back and dragging me down her body to push my face against her pussy. “Thank her for that orgasm, baby girl.”

  He pounds into me as I fuck her with my tongue. I can already feel another orgasm building, but I want her to come again before it happens. I want to feel her unravel and know that I’m the cause. Then her hands are in my hair and she’s guiding me back to her clit. I work it just like I did last time, taking her cues to drive her higher.

  “Getting distracted, aren’t you?” Jafar thrusts deep and slaps my ass. I cry out, desperately licking Meg until she’s coming, sucking and licking until she drags me up her body to claim a kiss. Jafar follows until we’re straddling her hips.

  That’s when he begins fucking me in earnest, his strokes going rougher, deeper. Being pinned between their bodies, the slick slide of their skin against mine … Perfection. I cannot put into words how good it is. Meg keeps kissing me and snakes a hand between us to finger my clit. I try to hold out, to make this delirious pleasure last forever, but it’s too good. I come, sobbing against her lips. My orgasm tips Jafar over the edge, his strokes going frenzied until he drives deep and curses.

  Time moves a little fuzzily after that. Jafar manages to get us both back on the couch and wrapped up in a blanket he pulled out from somewhere. Meg lounges like a jungle cat, all smug satisfaction as she watches me in Jafar’s arms. “She’s a keeper.”

  “I’m aware.”

  She gives one last full body stretch and climbs to her feet. “We should do this again sometime.” She pulls on her pants and blouse and slips back into her heels. Meg pauses to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “See you around, Jasmine.”

  Easy enough to read between the lines.

  Remember my offer.

  Jafar barely waits for her to leave the room before he stands with me in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.” He takes me up to the penthouse and straight to his room. A quick shower and then he tucks us up into his bed.

  It’s so right, so perfect. I want this feeling to last forever. An impossible desire.

  Dreams only last until dawn, after all.

/>   Chapter 18

  Jasmine

  I wake up alone. I’m not even surprised when I reach over to find Jafar’s spot cold. No doubt he left as soon as I fell asleep, content that he’d fucked me back to submission.

  I wish it were the truth.

  I wish I could be content in this place he’s put me. That I won’t constantly look to the sky I’m forbidden. I have been a bird in a cage my entire life. Handing me orgasms the way one pacifies a dog with treats isn’t enough. Jafar would know that if he wasn’t so focused on removing the threat Ali represents. The fact that he doesn’t only reinforces the truth—I will always be second to him. No matter what he feels for me, he will pick the territory first every single time.

  That’s not a reality I can make my peace with.

  My decision is jagged glass sitting in my chest, and every move drives the shards deeper. So tempting to lay in his bed all day and wait for him to soothe the feeling with his words and body, demanding submission from me that I’m only too happy to give. I love it, too, after all.

  I love him.

  The realization brings me no joy. If he were another man, if I another woman, then I could luxuriate in this truth. I could take it out and examine it at my leisure and revel in the feeling of being in love with a man like him.

  I’m not another woman.

  I’m Jasmine Sarraf.

  And I am done being a pawn.

  I pull up my contacts as I walk back to my room, look at the number I added there after my fitting with Tink yesterday. My thumb hovers over Meg’s name. If I do this, there is no going back. Jafar might have feelings for me, but he won’t allow that to get in the way of his plans—and his plans include me under this control. He’ll attempt to track me down and haul me back to this penthouse the first chance he gets. I hate the thrill that goes through me at the thought. This isn’t a game. This is my life. I push the button to call.