Free Blood Yellow by Ashley Nemer Page B

“They are just waiting for the opportune moment. Have no worries, they will seize the omm and dispose of the baby.”
    Jonothon lowered his head and began kissing her thighs; he worked her legs open enough so his lips could touch the inside of her right leg. He kissed his way along her pants, knowing how soft the skin was on the inside.
    “You are pushing it, Jonothon. I told you not to touch me in my office.”
    “Who would dare come into your private area unannounced?”
    “You did.”
    “That is beside the point; you were waiting on me, and I have business with you.”
    “I might have business with someone else.” She brought her hand to his head, running her fingers through his hair moments before fisting it and pulling his head up to look at her face instead of her legs.
    “You are not above the rules; you are to suffer the punishment for breaking into my office.”
    Jonothon’s fangs showed as he gave a smile. She could see them dripping in saliva, his need for her evident in his stare. “Yes, ma’am, if that’s what you wish.” He stood and began to move to the couch when Leigh, out of nowhere, flashed to his side and pushed him up against the wall. Her knife was in her hand as she took the tip and began slicing the shirt off of his chest.
    “Leigh…”
    She silenced him by placing the knife against his lips, making sure his words didn’t come out anymore. “The only time I want to hear you speak is when you are begging for mercy under my knife. Until then, silence.”
    He watched her eyes flash radiant colors of green as the wall began to shake. Wood from inside the wall came out and grabbed his arms, securing him to the wall in a standing position.
    “Leigh, what are you…”
    She kissed him before he had a chance to refuse, her hand on his chest, her nails digging into his pectoral muscle as she raked them down his skin, three nail marks leaving a bloody trail along his unmarred, tan skin.
    “What was that?” she asked, her knife tip pressing against his sternum, twirling in her hand.  His blood rose to the surface, a little drop breaking free and trailing down to his belly button.”
    “Nothing, ma’am.”
    “That is what I thought.” She leaned her head to his chest and let her tongue run down his body, right down the center until she reached his pants. She took the knife and sliced the belt open. She put the tip against the base of his stomach as she saw his body jerk and heard him cringe.
    “Don’t trust me?”
    “You are always threatening to castrate me.”
    She looked up at him and smiled as the knife pressed into his clothing and started traveling down, releasing his erection and causing the pants to drop to his knees. He bit back a refusal as he felt the tip of the knife slice right next to the base of his cock. He closed his eyes and tried to remember that he had entrusted her with his life numerous times; this was just one more.
    “Look at me,” she ordered.
    Jonothon opened his eyes and looked down at Leigh. The fanged grin she displayed sent terror down his spine, and this was why he loved her.
    “Do you think you deserve to live past this moment?” she asked just before her tongue slipped out and ran along his length. She knew he was slowly losing his control, she saw his knees momentarily give way.
    “Yes…please…” He leaned his head back against the wall, praying that she didn’t torture him to his death, but if she did, it would be worth it. His hands balled into fists when he felt her hot mouth around him. Her tongue licked and glided along his skin, causing his shaft to jump in her mouth. He wanted to pull free of the restraints and touch her.
    “Leigh,” he let out with an exasperated sigh as he felt her knife running up his inner thigh then circle around his sac. Terrors flooded him as her threats became a suddenly real and imminent fear. “Leigh no…please.”
    Her fangs scraped along his sensitive, hard erection as she freed it from her mouth, her