Jakarta's Trust (Castle Phantasie Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

stop, but the safe word he had established wouldn’t pass her lips. She trembled with a combination of cold and fear, but still couldn’t say ‘fantasy’. She had every right to end this ridiculous game now, before one of them got hurt, but she couldn’t do it.
    From somewhere, she summoned a surge of strength, pursed her lips, and leaned against him. He remained stiff for a moment, but then relaxed against her, shifting her balance again. She clawed for support, but her cuffed hands found nothing. One of his arms remained around her back, as the other slipped between her thighs. She never could have imagined she could get aroused under the circumstances, but her pussy responded to his caress by supplying more moisture.
    “You’re doing great.” He circled her clit between his thumb and finger. He applied more pressure, and his pinkie flirted with the opening of her pussy.
    She fought back the urge to thrust against his finger, knowing she could fall if she did. The temperature was in the lower-twenties, and her nipples ached with the cold, but she burned inside. Part of her still had the urge to demand he stop, but the other part surrendered to his passionate ministrations. She tried to block all thoughts of her precarious position from her mind and concentrate on his hand working its magic. Soon, an orgasm built, and his encouraging, “Come for me, Jak,” was all she needed.
    Her body shook under the onslaught for several seconds, and she couldn’t seem to draw in a deep breath. He continued to stroke lightly as convulsions swept through her. The orgasm took the edge off her desire, but wasn’t fulfilling enough to satisfy her. Her heart raced, and it was several minutes before she regained any awareness of her surroundings.
    Slowly, she realized his arm was no longer around her back, and she was perched on the rail just by her own balance and his hand between her thighs. She stiffened and felt herself inching backward. She reached for him, breaking the silence rule once again. “I’m falling.”
    “I know.” He sounded calm. “The question is, do you think I’ll let you fall?”
    Her brain raced. She tried leaning forward, hoping to drop onto the balcony if she slipped, but he wouldn’t let her. His hands prevented her from moving toward him.
    Her only options were to stay erect or lean backward. Fear stirred in her, and she couldn’t help remembering the times Darien had hurt her, threatened her, and pushed her beyond her limits. Until tonight, she never could have pictured Teague having the same sadistic tendencies. It didn’t fit with his personality. So, how could he do this? Was he getting off on her fear? Did he want her to fall?
    It was almost as if he read her mind. Considering how well he knew her, he probably didn’t need to be clairvoyant to know her thoughts. “Do you think I’ll reach out and save you before it’s too late, or do you think I’m like your ex-husband? Will I watch you suffer for my own enjoyment? Tell me what kind of man you think I am, Jak? Do you trust me?” He asked the last question with intensity, as if everything depended on her answer—which it did.
    His point couldn’t have been clearer. As she perched on the rail, feeling gravity struggling to assert itself on her, with only his hand between her thighs keeping her steady, she understood what he was trying to tell her.
    She had automatically assumed he was doing this for his own sick pleasure, had even compared him to her ex-husband, who had been the most sadistic bastard to ever live, and it had been second nature to do so. She  didn’t  trust him enough, not as she should.
    She whimpered, but not with fear. It was pure mental distress. After two years of knowing him, of seeing what kind of man he was, she hadn’t been able to move past the lessons she had learned at the hands of her ex-husband during a three-year period of hell. Everything about Teague proclaimed he was a decent, trustworthy man, but she