16. Res
16
Res
J axson answers on the second ring.
“Lauressa,” he says in greeting the way he always does whenever I have to call him. Before I can say anything else, he says, “Why didn’t you call me five days ago when Magdalene gave you this phone and a work space?”
I roll my eyes. “Of course the first thing you’d be concerned about is why I didn’t contact you to meet my weekly quota of worshipping you. I apologize, oh supreme one.”
“Lauressa.”
“You’re as clingy as Nala is when she wants attention,” I mutter. Then I say, “I had to make sure Abigail was okay.”
“I told you I’d make sure she was taken care of.”
“I know you did but—”
“Did you not believe me?”
“It’s not about not believing you. It’s about knowing for myself that she was okay for my own piece of mind so I could stop worrying about her,” I snap.
There’s a pause before Jaxson says, “So you weren’t worried enough about me to do the same? You wound me, Snow White. After all that I do for you.”
I scoff. “We both know you’re far from some potential damsel in distress. You can take care of yourself. Besides,” I add, knowing very well that what I’m about to say next is going to irritate him, “You’ve done your fair share of getting me into trouble these last few months as much as you’ve helped. So it really evens out to nothing I the end.”
By the way he’s huffed, Jaxson is as insulted by my statement as I knew he would be and says, “You’re lucky you’re six hundred miles away from me right now. You’re not lucky that I’m not going to forget your slight against me.”
“Keep count because I’m sure there will be more where that came from,” I say. “But as stimulating as the banter is, that’s not what I called you about.”
“What is it then?”
“I had my first processing class to take my rites today.”
“And?” he asks, not with disinterest but clearly knowing that I have more to say on the matter, which I do.
I get into everything I learned in my first processing class. From the weird history. From the subtle ways in which they start to teach new recruits to have complete obedience to the very obvious disdain for any information that’s outside the Sovereignty doctrine.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were excited to take your rites and join the Sovereignty.”
“I’m excited as an expert in my field to witness the inner workings of my field firsthand. Loving Eden was definitely high demand and cult-y, but to join the church you just had to be baptized like everyone else. I’ve never seen the beginning of an initiation process up close like this,” I say as I open a new file on my computer to document the entire experience.
“I suppose it would be to someone who’d never seen it before. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just another necessary thing,” Jaxson says.
“Of course you did. You went through the process. You grew up around it. Even knowing it was bullshit, it was your normal,” I reply.
“I didn’t go through the processing actually. I just took my rites.”
I pause at that. “Did you? Why?”
“Taking your rites is different for Sovereignty babies.”
“Sovereignty babies?”
“People born and raised in the Sovereignty,” Jaxson clarifies. “We don’t have to sit through processing. We’ve usually already had all that information indoctrinated into us by the time we take our rites at sixteen,” Jaxson explains.
“Sixteen,” I repeat.
It’s not unheard of to allow people to be inducted into a cult at such a young age, especially when they’re born and raised in it. Still, even knowing that, it bother me. It’s one thing for an adult to make that choice, even if they don’t have all the information. It’s one thing for me to make that choice, knowing exactly what I getting into and what I’m aiming to accomplish. But a teenager? They haven’t even had a chance to see the rest of the world and how differently people live. They still have to raise their fucking hand in class to ask to go to the bathroom. How can a child know what they’re getting into otherwise ?
“We’re changing that once you’re Oracle,” I determine. “I won’t have my children making a commitment almost as big as marriage at sixteen.”
Jaxson makes a noise that I’ve come to interpret as him not caring enough about the issue to disagree with my opinion on it.
“Anyway,” I say having come to the end of what I called Jaxson for. “What about you?”
“What about me?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. It’s only been a week and already I’ve forgotten how anti-social and non-communicative Jaxson can be unless I pry it out of him.
“Well, for starters. Do you miss me?”
“That’s an asinine question.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is. Because the answer is extremely obvious,” he replies.
“Well maybe I want to hear you say it.”
Jaxson is silent on the other line.
“You’re willing to maim and torture my boyfriends, kill your own men, your father, and risk the Sovereignty for me. But you can’t tell me that you miss me,” I say with a sigh.
“What’s understood need not be said.”
“And you should understand by now that stupid thought stopping cliches like that don’t work on me. Especially when things can be understood and interpreted in different ways,” I point out.
“There’s another way to interpret killing my own men and drinking your period blood to show my devotion?”
“Your father wants to marry me to spite you,” I point out dryly .
Jaxson is silent for a while on the other end before finally saying quietly, “I miss you.”
And then, because Jaxson doesn’t nothing in half measures, he adds, “I miss you stomping all over my house late at night because you refuse to go to sleep at a normal hour.”
“I don’t stomp!” I exclaim despite the smile spreading across my lips.
“I miss you leaving your hair all over the sink when you brush it out in the morning.”
“I don’t brush my hair out every morning. And I’d clean it up. But you never give me the chance!”
“I miss you making a mess in my kitchen when you decide you have a specific taste for dinner that you can only satisfy by cooking it yourself.”
“Well, I do make a mess in the kitchen. But you have kitchen staff for that,” I say, smile growing to a point that it feels like my face is glowing.
“I also miss the taste of your sweet cunt. The sound of you moans as I abuse your cunt with my cock. And the way the rosiness in your cheeks spreads to the rest of your body in embarrassment when I look at you naked even no matter how many times I’ve seen you.”
My smile fades as my mouth starts to go dry.
“I miss the way you fight and resist me every step of the way until you have no choice but to give in. And even then, you stay defiant.”
Him relishing in the way I fight and resist him and lose every time shouldn’t be a turn on for me. But like every other time, I can’t control the way my cunt grows wet at the thought. At the idea of him holding me down and forcing me to cooperate all the while I fight and resist him until my body forces me to give in as he makes me come over and over again. Terrifying as all those encounters are in the moment, helpless as I feel, I crave the thrill of it. I’ve craved it since the moment Jaxson laid eyes on me and said he was going to shatter me.
“Are you wet for me, Snow White?” Jaxson rumbles.
I can’t help but blush, glad that he can’t see me. But Jaxson knows me too well.
“Are your cheeks even rosier right now in embarrassment? Is traveling down to your neck and chest?”
Yes and yes.
“Show me,” he says suddenly.
“Show you? I ask confused.
“Turn on the camera phone and show me how wet your cunt is for me.”
“I…” I look at the door to my office. It’s locked and no one will come back here and Jaxson likely knows this but…
“Lauressa,” he says.
A shiver goes down my spine. After one more glance at the door to make sure it’s locked, I stack a pile of books on the desk and lean my phone up against it. Then I turn on the camera put the sound on speaker.
“I want to see you too,” I say.
Jaxson’s camera comes on shortly .
It was one thing to hear his voice, but it’s an entirely other thing to see him safe and sound. Maybe I’m not as unconcerned about him as I’ve tried to get him to believe.
“Take off your stockings and lift up your skirt,” he orders.
I can’t even say I’m reluctant to take off the stockings. I despise stockings and have spent my life choosing not to wear them. But not wearing them under my dress was apparently against Sovereignty dress code for women, according to Lilah. I just hope if they’re going to have a dress code, it’s as annoying to Sovereign men as it is for women.
I get rid of the stockings, but I’m more hesitant about lifting my skirt.
No one’s here, and it’s like Jaxson said. He’s seen my naked body and cunt dozens of times by now. I shouldn’t be so timid and embarrassed, and I don’t think I would feel that embarrassed if he were here with me, directing me to get semi-naked. But there’s something about him being on the other side of the screen and me being here that makes it different.
“Those definitely aren’t Sovereignty approved panties,” he says running his hand up and down along his thighs. “You’re definitely going to have to take those off.”
I take that as an order to go ahead and remove my panties and do so.
“Now sit down and spread your legs.” Once I do, he adds, “Now reach down and spread those pretty little lips apart so I can see how wet you are for me.”
I following his instructions and wait with bated breath as he gazes at my cunt.
“Your glistening for me, Snow White,” Jaxson says, run his hand up the front of the distinctive bulge in his pants now. “Touch yourself.”
I bite my lip and stroke myself up and down cunt. Jaxson was right when he said glistening. One slide of my cunt and my finger is glistening with the slickness of my arousal.
“That’s it, Lauressa. Just like that. Show me how much you miss me?”
With Jaxson’s encouragement, I stroke myself up and down my cunt. The sensation slowly but surely begin to set my nerves on fire. My breath grows shallower. My body temperature rises. My clothes feel too restricting as a tight knot of tension begin to wind in my belly.
I focus on circling my finger around my clit. I’d be embarrassed about how fast I’m about to come if not for how focused I am on the ache of my cunt right now. God, I wish Jaxson was here. I wish his hand were on my cunt. I wish it was his mouth.
I grab onto one of my breasts with my other hand and massage it as I let out a whine. On the screen of my phone, Jaxson unzips his trousers and exposes his hard cock. Fuck. What I would give right now to have him here. To have his cock in me again. As it is, my mouth goes completely dry as he because to pump his cock into his hand.
Urged on by the site, I rub circle around my clit faster and faster, my breath coming out in soft gasps as I chase pleasure until finally my orgasm crashes into me with the force of hurricane wind gale. My body seizes, and I arch forward, giving Jaxson even more of an eyeful.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, Snow White,” Jaxson chides when I’ve started to come down. “Keep going. I don’t want you to stop until you come so hard, dripping come onto the floor. You understand me.”
Knowing there’s only one way to give him the outcome he wants to see, I insert two fingers into myself and pump at just the right angle that will give Jaxson the outcome that I know he wants to see.
The knot of tension builds in my belly again along with a distinctive pressure at my cunt signaling that exactly what Jaxson wants to see happen is about to happen but is just out of reach.
“Does my disciple need some encouragement?” Jaxson asks as he continues to pump his cock. For the life of me, I don’t understand how he can keep an even tone as close as he is to coming if how hard and thick the vein of his cock is any indication.
“I…”
“You can do it, Lauressa. You can come for me. Just the way I want you to. You can—”
Three things happen in quick succession.
The first is that I come again. Just like Jaxson wants me to. Liquid squirting out of me and down my legs onto my chair and the floor.
The second is that Jaxson come to, thick white stream of come jetting out of him.
The third is that my office door, the locked office door open .
“Lauressa,” Lilah says before she registers what’s happening. “Magdalene said you were here and—”
“Fuck,” I mutters, and launch forward to end my call with Jaxson while Lilah stares stunned. “Lilah! I can explain! It’s—”
It’s exactly what it looks like but considering she’s been letting the Sovereignty gaslight her for the last twenty-something years, I can gaslight her into thinking this was something else.
“Oh,” Lilah says softly. She clears her throat. “I’ll just… I mean. I’ll give you some time to be presentable.”
She leaves the room, and I stare at the door, hear seized with terror as I wonder if I’m about to lose everything over giving Jaxson a seven second thrill.