Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jaxon started the Harley again after a few more quiet minutes. He kept the speed slower on the rest of the ride home. Tazzy could still feel the rigid tension in his back and shoulders. He hadn’t calmed down much.
Anger sat in his chest waiting for an outlet. One she intended to give him, the way he always gave everything to her. She pressed her body closer and let him know without words that she trusted him completely. She loved his bike, but never had she been so relaxed riding behind him.
Jaxon parked his bike in the garage and helped her off. The moment they stepped inside the house, she put her plan into motion. Darting past him, she bolted through the door and snatched his keys off the hook. She held them behind her back and gave him her best mischievous smile.
“I got your keys, Daddy,” she said with pure trouble in her voice. “I guess you’ll have to catch me to get them back.”
Jaxon locked the front door and turned to her. His eyes darkened in that way that made heat pool low in her belly. She had no idea what she was doing, but whatever it was, it was hot.
“Tonight is not the night to brat, Tazzy,” he growled.
She shrugged one shoulder. “It’s as good a night as any, Jaxon.”
The muscle in his jaw clenched. “I hope you don’t regret that decision, little girl. You just remember, I warned you.
As he stalked toward her, she backed toward the living room, her heart racing with pure excitement.
“You think you can get away from me, little girl?” he asked. His voice dropped deep and rough. “I wouldn’t bet your ass on it, which, by the way, you’re doing right now.”
One more taunt should do it. “Oh yeah? Well, Daddy, color me worried. Not!”
“Oh, really? After all that’s happened today, you may have forgotten that you are still in a lot of trouble. If you’re smart, you won’t make it any worse.”
She squealed and ran, but he caught her in three long strides. He pinned her against the wall with his strong body. One hand captured both her wrists above her head. The keys dropped to the floor with a soft clink.
She brought one foot, planted it in his chest, and shoved him back.
He hadn’t been expecting it, or that never would have worked.
He took two steps back, which forced him to let her go.
Taking off, the last thing she saw was him grabbing his chest in astonishment.
Nice to know she could surprise him. Possibly.
“Tazzy,” he yelled after her. “You’re playing with fire now.”
Running down the hall, all she could do was laugh, which she knew was going to piss him off even more. Oh God, what the hell was she doing?
She was opening the study door when his hand landed on her shoulder. Spinning her around, he stared at her, breathing hard. “Do not push me, little one. It’s not safe.”
She pushed against his chest. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be safe.”
He snapped his head back in shock. Followed by a wicked grin.
Oh lord, what had she done?
He closed in on her. She beat against him and pushed at him until he was pinning her head against the wall with a ferocious kiss.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed back as hard as she could.
He pressed his hips into hers, and she felt every hard inch of him.
“You’re mine, Tazzy,” he growled against her ear. “Say it.”
The words came out breathy. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
He nipped her neck and made her gasp. “Louder. I want to hear the truth in your voice.”
She arched against him. “I’m yours, Daddy. All of me.”
He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, setting her down at the end of the bed.
“Stay here,” he said.
Stepping back, he moved with slow, measured steps until he reached the chair on the opposite wall. Why had he left her standing there alone?
“I want to watch you undress, Darkin’. Take your time. I’m in no hurry.”
The heat burning in his gaze did wicked things to her girlie bits. He sat down and waited. Watching as she slowly took off her clothes.
She had no idea how to make this sexy. She hadn’t been afraid on the bike, not even when he showed her the gun, but now she was trembling. All she felt was raw panic.
And then he looked into her eyes, and her fear and worry disappeared.
His gaze held so much desire that her pussy spasmed.
She didn’t worry about how to make it sexy.
She just focused on his eyes. It was like falling into a deep well, drowning in his desire for her.
She took off everything she was wearing, one piece at a time.
“Darkling’, you’re beautiful. Say you’re mine again.
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Damn straight. You’re mine now, and you always will be. Now show Daddy what’s his.”
She kept her gaze on his and did as she was told. She still had no idea if she was doing it right, but what was “right” anyway?
The look in his eyes told her it was right enough for him. Not to mention the growing bulge trapped by the zipper of his jeans.
Once she was completely bare, he came to her. He prowled toward her and circled her slowly, running the tips of his fingers over her skin—skimming her collar bone, tracing down her spine, brushing her aching nipples, running his feathering touch over her ass and across her hips and mound.
Then he worshiped her with light, gentle kisses to all those places and more. By the time he finished exploring and appreciating her body, she was on fire. Her breaths came in shallow gasps. Her pussy clenched and spasmed. She was dangerously close to coming, just from his touch.
Taking her hand, he led her to the closet, where he took out a black leather bag she’d never noticed before.
“Come with me, Darkling’. Daddy wants to play.”
The bedroom door was still open as he positioned her just inside the door’s frame. Lifting her arm, he kissed his way from her shoulder to her wrist. “Tell me, Darkling’, have you ever read about bondage in those naughty books on your eReader?”
Oh god! He had not just asked her that. Her nipples hardened to the point they could cut glass. They ached and throbbed, as did her pussy, now coated in her juices. A delicious shiver slid down her spine.
His dark chuckle teased her ear. “I’ll take that as a yes. And in that case, I’m about to bring one of your fantasies to life.”
Pulling a pair of cuffs from his bag, he buckled them around her wrists. The cuffs looked scary with all the rings attached. But the inside was lined with fur, so they didn’t hurt at all.
He cuffed her wrists to eye bolts he’d installed high on the frame so her arms stretched up and out. Her body formed a perfect X, making her feel as if she were one of those St. Andrews crosses she’d read about.
Something jingled in his pack before he moved in front of her and held up two sparkling nipple clamps.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow as he attached one to each of her nipples with a short chain between them.
The bite of the metal sent sharp pleasure-pain straight to her core. She moaned and shifted her weight.
He added a generous amount of lube to a small butt plug and worked it into her slowly. He twisted and pressed until it seated deep. The fullness made her clench around it. Stepping back, he pulled a flogger from his bag next.
Running the leather strands over his palm, he explained. “The tails on this flogger are deerskin. It’s designed for pleasure, yours and mine.”
He paused, giving her time to look it over. She shivered in anticipation of the pain. What was going on with her? She was all in. Even she knew it was all in the way he wielded it. She trusted him completely.
When she said nothing, he smiled and moved to stand behind her. He started light, controlling his power. He began with light strikes to her back and bottom. Slow, steady strokes that warmed her skin. Each strike thudded across her skin, bringing her nerves to life.
She gasped and pushed into the sensation. He increased the intensity. The flogger kissed her thighs and the underside of her ass. She leaned into the sensations as the blows came faster and faster.
The clamps tugged at her nipples with every movement and sent fresh sparks straight to her clit. She cried out when he focused on her ass. The plug shifted inside her with every impact as she clenched the stem. She was so wet her arousal ran down her thighs.
When he finished, he pressed his body against her back. His hard cock showed he was as turned on as she was. She pushed her bottom harder against the bulge, and he groaned.
“You took your flogging so well for me,” he said. His voice stayed rough with need. “You need this side of me, don’t you, dirty girl? You need to feel me claim every inch of what is mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried out. “I want you so bad.”
He dropped the flogger and stepped in front of her. He removed the nipple clamps one at a time. Blood rushed back into the sensitive buds, and she whimpered at the fresh sting.
He soothed them with his mouth, sucking and licking until she was shaking with need. He reached down and fucked her with the plug, pushing and pulling it in shallow thrusts while his fingers found her clit.
The pleasure mixed with pain inside again and again as he worked the butt plug in and out over and over until she broke, screaming his name.
She whimpered when he didn’t stop. He built her up again until she begged him, pleaded with him to stop the extension of her orgasm that long was pure torture.
Only then did he free her wrists and carry her to the bed.
Bending her over the edge of the bed, he carefully removed the plug before flipping her over onto her back. When she tried to sit up, he pressed his hand flat against her stomach and held her in place. He lifted her thighs and hooked her knees over his shoulders.
She wanted to protest. She had nothing else to give, but then his tongue traced up her slit from her core to her clit, and all thought was a thing of the past. God lord, the things her Daddy could do with his tongue.
He knew just how to lick places with the perfect amount of pressure that she didn’t even know existed.
“You taste like perfection, Darkling. I will never get enough of your sweet pussy.”
By the time he was finished, she’d come again. She was a living miracle at that point. Her juices trickled over her inner thighs. “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
“I know, naughty girl, but Daddy needs to hear you apologize for hiding his keys,” he said as he pressed kisses over her mound. “That was very, very naughty.”
That was a problem. If it led to punishments like this, she didn’t want to apologize. But she didn’t explain all that. Instead, she just said, “No.”
Her eyes shot open when he delivered a stinging spank, but not to her bottom. No, he spanked her pussy, right over her clit. Before she could react, he smacked her again.
She should not, could not be liking this. Who was she anymore? If he kept that up, she was going to orgasm again without him inside her. “Sorry, Daddy,” she cried out. “I’m so, so sorry for hiding your keys.”
“That’s my good girl.” And then he was inside her. His first thrust made her gasp.
He took her slow and deep at first. Then the pace turned harder. He drove into her with possession that left no doubt who she belonged to. She broke again, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. He followed with a groan against her neck that vibrated through both of them.
They collapsed together breathless, each panting as if they’d just run a marathon. He rolled off her and lay there, stroking his cock while she watched.
“Daddy.”
“Yes, Darkling.”
“Are you going to release me?”
“Release you, no, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.”
She stared at him, mouth open.
He chuckled. “But I will take off these restraints.”
A few minutes later, she was lying under the covers, tucked tight against his chest. Reaching into the nightstand, he took out one of the chocolate eggs left over from the morning’s protest.
Unwrapping it, he fed her the chocolate one bite at a time. The sweetness melted on her tongue while he stroked her hair.
"So, I guess our protest worked.”
“Just for tonight, babygirl, just for tonight. Sleep now,” he whispered. “Daddy’s got you.”
Tazzy drifted off with his heartbeat steady under her ear. She felt safe and claimed and loved. Secure in the knowledge she always would.