Chapter 8
Though I had been spending nights at Jaxxon’s house since the proposal, I had to admit that I was dragging my feet about moving in. I liked having my own place. I could be . . . prickly. I needed my alone time in order to be my best self. But all that changed during the honeymoon.
“How long will it take the movers to pack up my house and bring everything over here?” I asked Jaxxon.
He stood behind me, towering over me while also palming each of my breasts like basketballs, and pushing against me so I could feel his groin.
He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck, and I moaned.
“Uh, we’re in the living room!” my mother-in-law called out.
“Right.” My own mother agreed. “We understand that you’re newlyweds, but can we agree to keep the common areas PDA free until we leave?”
They were at our house under the guise of helping us get set up now that my stuff was being brought over.
They were directing a second set of moving men that Jaxxon hired—putting down rugs, putting up window treatments and artwork.
They were directing the moving men about where to put Jaxxon’s existing furniture to make room for my things.
Jaxxon didn’t have much, and he also liked my taste, so he wasn’t really invested in what I or either of our mothers did with the place.
“Like you said, we’re newlyweds!” Jaxxon called back to them.
I couldn’t help but giggle, even though I was semi-embarrassed. “But we’ll behave ourselves,” I said.
“Ay.” He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Let me show you something.”
I followed him up the stairs, past the landing and down the hallway.
“What I’m about to show you is gonna blow your mind and make your little Scorpio heart beat all fast and shit.”
“Oh, not just my heart, but my Scorpio heart? Okay. Let’s see what you pulled together in your Pisces mind to get my heart racing.”
“Yeah, because you Scorpios enjoy being all secretive, and you’re Madame President of the Secretive Scorpio Society.”
I laughed heartily as I followed him through a closed door.
We were in a library. The three walls were painted a neutral blue/gray, with white trim.
On the three walls were floor-to-ceiling bookcases made of gorgeous raw white oak.
The fourth wall was floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on a small creek that ran behind the property.
In the middle of the room hung a minimal but feminine chandelier.
In one of the corners sat what I could only describe as an oversized bean bag chair.
There were small tables on each side of the chair that each held candles, a bouquet of fresh flowers, and a picture frame.
I walked over to the closest table and picked up a picture frame.
It was a picture of us on our wedding day.
I walked over to the other table and picked up the picture.
Me grinning in a cap and gown. I was holding onto my mortarboard because Jaxxon was hugging me from behind, and his face was leaned against it.
He was grinning, too. The pride he felt for me was visible in his eyes.
The love he felt for me was visible in his eyes.
I crossed the room and threw my arms around him. “I love it. Thank you.”
He enveloped me, pulling me into him. “But you haven’t seen the thing that’s gonna make you lose your shit.”
I pulled away and looked up at him. “What can top this? It’s a reading room.”
He backed away from me a little and dug into the pocket of his jeans. “It’s a private reading room.” He held out a key. “You can lock this door, and me or nobody else will have access to you, unless you allow it.”
My hand flew to my mouth, and I dissolved into giggles.
He kept talking. “Look.” He crossed the room. “It has a big ass walk-in closet. You can hide all of your . . . ‘secret Skyy shit’ in here.”
“Why do you know me so well?” I laughed, joining him at the closet.
He placed the key ring in my hand. I stared at both keys.
I loved this man. He understood me like nobody else on earth.
Usually, my need for privacy caused people to push harder to get into my business.
They pushed hard to get me to ‘open up to them,’ which only caused me to shut down even more.
Old boyfriends had accused me of being sneaky.
But the man I married not only made me a reading room, but had a lock put on the door and the closet door because he understood my need to keep some of me to myself.
I dropped to my knees in a posture of submission.
“Oh shit. I knew you were gonna be surprised, but I ain’t know you were gonna crash out,” he said.
“Damn, Baby. Look at you. Look at how you’re trying to show me your appreciation.
” He took my face into his hand and lifted it.
“You’re the most beautiful woman on earth, Baby, and I ain’t just talking about your face.
Your heart is so pure and so sweet.” He dropped down in front of me and kissed my lips.
I let him do it, but then I put my head back down with my eyes to the floor.
He took the hint and stood to his feet. “So, what’s up, Baby?”
“Dick worship, please, Big.”
“You’re trying to give me dick worship with our mothers in the house? I don’t know. What if they hear you praising this dick? Telling me how good it tastes and how good it feels when I rearrange your guts?”
I didn’t care about any of that.
“Nah, but I’ve got something.” He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket.
A handkerchief ? I thought to myself.
He seemed to read my mind. “I’m a dom, Baby. Stand up.”
I stood to my feet, and Jaxxon walked me over to the wall of windows.
Before I could even focus my eyes on the view outside, Jaxxon was positioning the handkerchief over my eyes.
Once I was blindfolded, his hands were in the waistband of the little knit skort that I wore.
Then the skort and my panties were down by my ankles.
“Step out of these.”
“In front of the window?”
“Excuse me?” I could not only hear, but I could feel the change in his tone and demeanor.
I immediately stepped out of the skort and panties, while he held my hand to help me keep my balance.
Jaxxon had never punished me. There was no reason for him to because I was an obedient sub. So, it wasn’t that I was scared of him or scared of his punishments; my kink was submission. I liked submitting to him.
I’d been tough all my life—fist fighting my brother, my sister, and anybody in the streets who wanted action.
I spent my youth bucking against authority.
Told teachers off, cursed out bus drivers, walked out of employee meetings.
I figured my brother wasn’t the only one with anger management issues.
Mine just manifested differently. I had a history of disobedient behavior—a lifetime of fighting against people telling me what to do.
Letting Jaxxon control what we did sexually, knowing that his number one goal was for me to experience pleasure, was a relief.
It was an opportunity for me to turn off my brain and let him lead.
It probably should’ve freaked me out, but it actually did the opposite for me. I found peace in the surrender.
Jaxxon turned me around, and my back met the coolness of the glass.
His lips were on mine. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.
We kissed and kissed and kissed. Soon, I felt him start to wrap a hand in my ponytail, then fingers strummed my clit, causing moisture to pool at my center and my jaw to fall open. My breath caught in my throat.
“You’re so wet, Baby. You always get so wet for me. You’re perfection.”
My left thigh went over his right forearm. Instinctively, I went up on my tiptoes and bent my knees. I felt the head of his dick at my opening.
He slid inside.
“Ahh.” I moaned contentedly, throwing my head back against the wall and sinking down onto his dick.
“Shit.” He adjusted me against the wall and drove into me. My head bobbed, since he was roughly pulling my ponytail on every stroke. I didn’t care. I was sensitive to my hair being tugged.
“Don’t stop,” I told him. My head fell forward, and I bit into his skin, presuming it was his shoulder.
“Fuck!” he mumbled. “You feel so fucking good.”
He shifted me slightly, hitting a different spot deep inside me. I whimpered my appreciation of his applaudable skill set. My mouth sought his. He gave it to me, kissing me deeply and slamming into me with absolutely no mercy. My legs shook, and I whined behind the kisses
“You’re so fucking pretty, taking my dick like this.” He pumped me deeply, working the ponytail holder from my hair so that my tresses fell freely against my shoulders. His hands dug into them, caressing my scalp.
My body tensed as I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. I called his name. “Big!”
Jaxxon went into overdrive, pummeling me over and over until his release filled me with a familiar warmth.
“I love you,” I told him as he removed the handkerchief from my eyes, and I came face-to-face with him.
“I love you, too.”