Jax
“I know you can fuck me harder than that—”
Her voice was cut off as my hips slammed into her. She braced herself on the headboard, one hand digging into the leather, the other grabbing the leash that was attached to the collar on my neck.
She pulled it harder, enticing me to move even faster.
One of my hands was on her hips, slamming it into me for an even stronger thrust. The other was against the headboard, balancing myself.
Sweat rolled down my body and onto the beautiful line of her back.
I wouldn't allow myself to get distracted by the delicate tattoo there, my urge to worship the goddess under me too strong.
She had picked a curved fake cock that, instead of being strapped onto me, fit inside me. Her pussy sucked me in eagerly, and with each thrust, it rocked against my G-spot.
“Am I fucking you good, Mommy?” I asked, my lips coming to her ear.
Flames burst in my belly, but for her, I ignored it. She was the center. My everything. My orgasm hinged on hers. If she wasn’t coming, then neither was I.
“So good… Ah, fuck! There—”
I had shifted my hips and found the place that made her grip on the leash tighten. It forced me closer and made it a bit more difficult to fuck her, but there was no way I was going to disappoint this queen.
“You’re fucking ethereal,” I panted. “Your body. Fuck, the noises you’re making. I need it all.”
“Then work harder for it.”
My hand left her hip to reach under her and find her clit. She fully melted into the headboard as I played with it.
“Oh… Oh, yes, good girl. You’re Mommy’s good gir—”
She came with an explosive cry. I fucked her through it, never giving up until she went slack, and even then I was slowly pumping into her.
“Can I come, please? Have I been good enough?”
“Lie down,” she ordered breathlessly.
I carefully pulled out of her and let her push me onto the cold silk sheets, the coolness stark against my hot, sweaty skin.
She positioned herself over me, one hand holding the dildo that was still inside me, and slowly started rocking it into me. I arched into her, my pleasure skyrocketing.
My legs fell open for her.
“You’ve done so well for me,” she cooed.
My hands came up to play with her mask.
“May I?”
“Only if you take off yours.”
I let out a whine as she paused her thrusting.
Ripping my mask off, I bared my face to her, and she did the same. Her makeup had been badly smudged, but it made her all the hotter. Her light brown eyes stared into mine with a sparkle I was glad to have put there.
She started fucking me again, but I was gone. The moment I saw her entire face, I was falling into an orgasm.
“Fuck yes.”
My eyes fluttered shut, loud moans fell from my lips as my cunt pulsed around the dildo. She went harder, extending my orgasm beyond my limits.
Only when I fell weightless against the bed did she pull it out of me to fall on top of me, allowing me to wrap my arms around her and pull her close.
My lips went to her hair, leaving kisses whenever I could reach.
“You were perfect,” I murmured.
“Two million dollars’ worth?” she asked and propped herself up to look me in the eyes.
“I would have paid even more for tonight.”
She bit her lip.
“Why?”
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” I admitted. “And I just had to have you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
I ran my hand through her messed-up hair. The dark red locks had fallen out of her updo, no longer held in the perfect position they’d been when I first saw her.
But what I didn’t tell her was that she was wrong. I knew her. I knew her all too well.
“I would like to know you better.”
My comment shut her down. It was subtle, but I could see it in the way her face hardened. She had erected a wall between us.
“You were so good,” she said, running her finger down my chest and circling my nipple. “You get a request from me.”
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
Her eyes shot to mine, then to my lips. With careful hands, she cupped my face and slowly brought her mouth to mine, giving me a light, innocent kiss.
But I wasn’t stopping there.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, twisting us to deepen our kiss. She moaned into me as our tongues played together, my piercing hitting her teeth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, quickly turning the sensual light kiss hot.
“Can I taste you again?” I asked against her lips.
She let out a small laugh. “Again?”
“I’d never stop if you let me.”
I kissed down her body, stopping to bring her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. When I finally settled between her legs, I left a kiss on her mound.
“One more time, then aftercare, okay?” she asked as I looped my arms around her thighs.
“How about three?”
Before she could reject, I brought her cunt into my mouth.
When she cried out, her back arching, I pulled away.
“Shall I keep going?”
Her hands were in my hair, forcing me back to her.
“Fuck… Fine. Three.”
I smiled against her cunt before diving back in. We agreed on three, but it was easy to go to four. Then five. I was trying to bide my time.
Because once we were outside this room, reality would sink in on us.
I wasn’t going to let her go, not after I had her. And once she found out who I really was, there was no telling what she would think of me.
So for now, I would give her everything. And tomorrow I would come clean.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Sloan said as we met in her office the next morning.
I ran my hand through my hair, exhaustion settling in.
“You don’t get it—”
“It was my idea to bring her in! I’ve known how much you wanted her, so I gave you your chance, and you didn’t come clean—”
“What did you want me to say? Hey, I know I just bought you for two million dollars, but are you still going to want to fuck me after knowing I’m your daughter’s friend?”
Sloan gave me a deadpan look, silence spreading throughout the small office space.
“Yes! That’s exactly what you should have said! And don’t downplay it—you’re best friends.”
I sighed and leaned against the wall of her office.
“I’ll come clean, I promise.”
She finally nodded and sank back down onto her chair.
“You better because my wife thinks she is the best curator out there, and the club has paid her a hefty sum.”
Guilt ate at my insides as I let the words settle between us.
I had wanted to tell Liz the truth so many times, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I’d been selfish.
I knew who she was the moment she stepped onto the stage. I wasn’t planning to purchase anyone, but that was Sloan’s surprise to me.
She knew I had a thing for my best friend’s mom. Sloan had gotten it out of me when she jokingly asked me what it would take to actually enjoy the benefits of the club I provided security for.
“An extremely hot MILF by the name of Elizabeth Thorne,” I’d said.
Little did I know one day she would deliver. Her being the art curator for the club was a coincidence.
I had gotten to know Claire in college and only saw her mother by chance. She showed up for her graduation, and I found myself taken by her beauty. They were so close that I found myself backing away, but if there was a place where I knew her mother would show up, I made sure to as well.
There was something about her. I couldn’t pull my eyes away, and, at first, I couldn’t really home in on what drew me in. Of course she was superhot, but it was more than that. After a while, I started realizing it was the look in her eyes—the look of someone who’d been through something.
I recognized it—it haunted my eyes at times too, especially in my high school pictures.
That look led me to start my own security company.
And then I started noticing more about her. How she kept whatever was hurting her out of her relationship with Claire and put on that bright smile of hers.
Maybe her mask worked on everyone else, but not me.
It made me want to know even more about her.
Apparently, I wasn’t very memorable, though I wouldn’t hold it against her—Claire never liked sharing much about her life with her mother, so I guessed she wouldn’t really talk about me.
That was probably better at the time. It saved me from getting too attached and making a fool of myself.
Or maybe I thought I wasn’t attached. Because now that I had her once, I wouldn’t know how to live without her.
I didn’t care that she was Claire’s mother. I didn’t care that she was older than me.
She’s mine.