Chapter 28 – Jaxon
She dropped to her knees in front of me, and for a moment, the world tilted.
I couldn’t focus on anything except her — Madeline, looking up at me with a mixture of defiance and desire that sent a bolt of heat straight through me.
This wasn’t hesitation in her eyes — it was confidence, the kind that made my pulse thunder in my ears and every muscle in my body tense with anticipation.
She wanted to test me, push me, see how far I’d let her go. And I wasn’t sure I could stop her, even if I wanted to.
My free hand found her chin, tilting her face up toward me, and for a second, the world narrowed to just this—her, on her knees, looking at me like she was daring me to lose control.
Her hands were at my waistband, her movements slow but sure, and then, without warning, the buckle of my belt came loose. The metallic click seemed deafening in the small space, cutting through the tension like a shot.
She didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved with purpose, tugging the leather free, and I felt my breath catch. My control, always so solid, so dependable, felt like it was hanging by a thread.
Apparently, control isn’t your strong suit when she’s around, you dick.
My hand tightened in her hair, just enough to make her look up at me. Her gaze was steady, her eyes dark and burning.
She pulled my belt free from my jeans completely, and I braced myself for whatever came next. But then, in a twist I didn’t see coming, my Madeline did something entirely unexpected.
She started fastening it around her own neck.
The leather slid through the buckle with deliberate slowness, her fingers deft as she secured it just tight enough to sit snugly against her skin. The sight hit me like a freight train, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing anymore.
What the hell was she doing?
The visual hit me — equal parts provocative and intimate, but also undeniably her . In control. Daring me to keep up with her.
My fingers itched to reach for her, to take back the control she so effortlessly stole from me in this moment, but I stayed rooted, completely and utterly captivated.
Control?
Yeah, not a damn thing left of it now.
“Maddie,” I rasped, her name falling from my lips like a warning, though it felt more like a plea.
Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, her chin tilting up .
My grip on her hair tightened, and my other hand shot out to her jaw, holding her firmly as I tried to process the storm of emotions she was pulling out of me — desire, disbelief, raw, unrelenting hunger.
The sheer audacity of her, the way she pushed every boundary like it was hers to test, sent my pulse into overdrive.
“If you’re going to do that, you better be ready to face the consequences,” I said, my voice a low growl, every word thick with intent.
Her response wasn’t words. Instead, she lifted the loose end of the belt, offering it to me with steady hands and steady eyes.
Complete trust.
The weight of that trust hit me hard, more powerful than anything else in that moment. She wasn’t just testing boundaries — she was giving me something far more intimate, something unspoken but undeniable.
My throat tightened, my grip on her hair softening for a brief second as I processed what she was silently telling me.
Her gaze didn’t falter. She trusted me. Completely. And she wasn’t afraid to show it.
This was how she was showing me.
She didn’t even need to say a god damn thing.
I took the other end of the belt, my movements careful but certain. The leather felt solid in my hands, grounding me in the storm of emotions swirling between us.
“Remind me of your word for stop, baby,” I said, my voice soft but laced with the weight of everything this moment meant.
Her lips curved into a teasing smile. “I’m not going to say it.”
“Scout,” I scolded lightly, my tone firm but not harsh.
She tilted her chin up slightly, the defiance in her gaze giving way to something softer, more playful. “I fold,” she said, her voice quiet but steady, and the way she said it sent a rush of satisfaction through me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, the words barely audible as I tightened my grip on the belt, testing her reaction with a light tug.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly, and the way her body responded to the small motion wasa certain kind of hell designed specifically for me. It wasn’t just the act itself — it was the way she gave herself to me, completely unguarded.
Every movement, every flicker in her expression told me she wasn’t just playing along. She was in this as much as I was, every ounce of her focus locked on me, as if I was the only thing in her world.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are right now,” I said, my voice low and rough, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
She tilted her head, her lips curling into a slow, sweet smile. “I bet I could look prettier with your cock in my mouth.”
That was all the warning I got before Madeline’s control snapped. Her hands were on me again, reaching for my waistband, quick and decisive. The buttons came undone in a blur of motion, and then I was free, the cool air brushing against me, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
“Fuck,” I rasped, my voice uneven, rough. My hand tightened in her hair, my other bracing against the wall for stability as I watched her.
She looked up at me, her lips parting slightly, her expression a perfect blend of determination and desire. The way she moved, the way she handled me—it wasn’t hesitant or unsure. It was confident, like she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t going to stop until she had it.
In that moment, as she took every inch of me down her throat, I knew I was completely and utterly done for. Every shred of sanity I’d prided myself on was gone, stripped away by the sheer intensity of her.
If this woman wanted me to see stars, she’d succeeded.
Her tongue ran along my length, slow and torturous at first, her movements measured like she was learning every inch of me. But then, as she adjusted to my size, her pace quickened, her touch fiercer, more confident, and it sent a shudder ripping through me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice strained as my fist tightened in her hair, guiding her without forcing, letting her set the rhythm.
Her gaze flicked up to meet mine, and the look in her eyes was enough to make my chest tighten. It wasn’t just hunger — it was triumph and wasn’t about to let up.
My head tipped back against the wall, the tension coiling in my body making every nerve hypersensitive. The way her tongue teased and the soft hums of satisfaction she made against me were enough to make the edges of my vision blur.
She pulled back slightly, her lips gliding along my length before taking me in again, deeper this time, her pace steady but unrelenting. The combination of her confidence and the sheer sensation had me gripping the edge of the cabin seat with my free hand, every ounce of restraint I had barely holding me together.
“You’re gonna ruin me, baby,” I muttered, the words tumbling out unbidden, raw and unfiltered.
Her response was a small, wicked hum that vibrated against me, and it pushed me dangerously close to the edge. My breath came harder, my body tensing as the pressure built, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept this up.
The belt in my hand tightened instinctively, the leather taut between us as I tugged lightly, just enough to make her pause and look up at me. Her lips glistened, her cheeks flushed, and the sight alone nearly undid me.
“Madeline,” I growled, the belt still firmly in my grip. The weight of it felt like an extension of the tension between us, a symbol of the control we were both testing. “You don’t play fair, do you?”
Her only answer was a faint smile, daring and full of mischief. She leaned into the belt slightly, letting it tug against her neck as she sank back down . The combination of her submission and her defiance sent a shudder through me that left me gripping the belt tighter, as if it were the only thing holding me together.
The leather creaked softly as I gave another small tug, just enough to tilt her head up slightly. The way her eyes burned into mine, dark and unrelenting, sent heat racing through me. She wasn’t stopping, wasn’t backing down. If anything, she was spurring me on, challenging me to let go, to give in to the fire she’d lit.
Her pace quickened, her tongue working in ways that had me cursing under my breath, the belt tightening again in my grip as I fought to hold on. But it was useless.
“You’re doing so well taking me like this,” I groaned, my voice rough, raw, as my body tensed under her touch. My hand tightened slightly in her hair, my gaze locked on her as she moved with precision. “Do you like your throat being fucked?”
A soft, muffled sound came from her in response, vibrating against me in a way that sent a shudder ripping through my entire body . Every slow glide of her tongue, every deliberate movement, pushed me closer to the edge.
“Look at me,” I muttered, my voice thick, strained. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Her gaze flicked up to mine, her movements never pausing, and the sight of her — lips wrapped around me, cheeks flushed, eyes full of heat and pride — nearly undid me on the spot.
“Fuck,” I growled again, the word guttural, pulled from somewhere deep in my chest.
Her lips curved around me, the hint of a smirk flashing in her eyes before she took me deeper, her throat flexing as she moved.
I rasped her name, my grip on the belt and her hair both tightening as the release barrelled through me, leaving me trembling and undone. The intensity of it was blinding, raw, and all-consuming, and she didn’t stop until I was completely spent, every ounce of tension drained from my body.
When she finally pulled back, her lips swollen, her breathing just as uneven as mine.
She wiped the corner of her mouth, her smirk widening as she met my gaze.
My chest heaved as I stared down at her, still on her knees, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. The sight of her — so confident, so completely unashamed of what she’d just done — lit a fire inside me that refused to die down. I wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot.
“Madeline,” I murmured, my voice low and rough as I reached down, gripping the belt that had fallen between us. Her eyes flicked to the leather, and a shiver ran through her as she bit her bottom lip. She looked up at me, curious, expectant, and so goddamn beautiful.
I pulled her to her feet with one firm tug of the belt, wrapping the leather around my hand as I guided her up. She stumbled slightly, and I steadied her with a hand on her waist, my grip firm and possessive. “My turn,” I whispered.
I spun her gently, pressing her back against the cool glass of the pod. The city glittered behind her, a sea of neon lights casting a soft glow over her skin. My free hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, while the belt in my other hand rested loosely around her neck once more.
I pressed my thigh between hers, she arched against me, a soft moan escaping her lips. My hand slid higher, teasing the edge of her underwear. Her head fell back against the glass.
My fingers slid beneath the fabric, finding her already wet and wanting, and I couldn’t help the low groan that rumbled in my chest.
“You like this,” I murmured against her skin, my lips trailing down her throat as I began to move my fingers. “Letting me have you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into my arms as her hips bucked against my hand. “God, yes.”
“Turn around,” I commanded, my tone rough, a thread of tension woven through it. I felt her hesitation — not from fear, but from the charged anticipation that crackled between us, making the air thick and electric.
Before she could fully process my words, I withdrew my fingers, dragging them over her clit with the lightest touch, only to pinch it gently, eliciting a gasp that broke free from her lips. She jolted in my arms, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
Her head fell back as she whispered my name — a sound that shot straight through me like a live current. It was all the encouragement I needed, the perfect balance of surrender and defiance that was uniquely her.
“Now, baby,” I murmured, my voice low, dark, and brimming with intent as I tugged the belt again, pulling her closer, the heat of my breath teasing her skin. “Do what you’re told.”
Slowly, she turned, her trust in me clear in the way she complied without question. Her back pressed against me now, and I slid my hands to her hips, gripping them firmly, possessively.
“Good girl,” I murmured. My hand trailed down her side, slow and teasing, stopping just above the curve of her ass.
She whimpered, her hands bracing against the smooth surface of the pod as my fingers trailed lower, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of her thighs before I brought them back up between her legs. I teased her there, drawing soft gasps from her lips that only made the heat between us burn hotter.
“You’re soaked,” I rasped, my fingers slipping through her slick folds. “Is this all for me, Scout?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “God, Jax, yes.”
I smiled against her neck, the edge of my teeth grazing her skin as I began to work her with slow, precise movements. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding back against me, and I tightened the belt just slightly.
“You want me to take your sweet pussy right here, right now?” I said, my voice dripping with intent.
My free hand skimmed up her stomach, teasingly slow, until it cupped her breast, my thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.
The sound she made in response — half gasp, half moan — had my pulse thundering in my ears.
If I could bottle that sound and keep it forever…
Her head fell back against my chest, her lips parting as she struggled to catch her breath. “Yes,” she whispered, the word a plea, “Please.”
“Good baby,” I rasped, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear as my fingers continued their slow, torturous movements between her thighs. “I love how you ask so nicely.”
My cock was rock hard again, throbbing with an urgency that was impossible to ignore. Right here, right now, I needed Madeline Hart more than I needed air.
Bending slightly, my fingers found the lace of her panties, delicate and tempting, and without a second thought, I tore them away in one fluid motion. The sound of the fabric ripping was raw, primal, and it only fuelled the fire burning inside me.
Her soft gasp reached my ears, a sound that drove me wild as I took in the sight of her — bare, exposed, utterly perfect. My breath hitched as I lowered myself, my hands gripping her hips to steady her. Her scent, warm and heady, filled my senses, making me dizzy with want.
“Jax—” she whispered, her voice trembling, but whatever she was going to say was lost as my tongue met her cunt.
She cried out, her hands flying to the glass for balance as I worked her with deliberate precision, trailing my tongue over her pink, perfect pussy, savouring the taste of her. The sweetness, the warmth — it was addictive, and I couldn’t get enough.
Her body reacted instantly, her hips bucking slightly against my face, and I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her in place as I delved deeper.
The soft, breathy moans that spilled from her lips were like music, each one spurring me on as I traced her clit with my tongue, teasing and flicking until her thighs trembled beneath my hands.
I looked up, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glass, her face a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. It sent a jolt of pride and desire straight through me.
I growled against her, the vibrations making her shudder, and I couldn’t resist taking her clit between my lips, sucking gently before sliding my tongue lower, exploring every inch of her.
Her taste was intoxicating, her body soft and yielding under my hands as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.
When I was satisfied, I straightened, the leather belt still snug around her neck. My fingers gripped it firmly, keeping her close, her body arched beautifully against me. She was putty in my hands.
I pulled the belt gently, enough to tilt her head back so I could see the dazed, blissful expression on her face. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps, her cheeks flushed with the aftermath of her release.
“You still with me, Scout?” I murmured, the heat in my tone unmistakable.
She nodded, her eyes half-lidded and dark with desire, and I felt her body shift slightly, pressing back against me. My cock was achingly hard, brushing against her entrance, the slickness of her making it almost impossible to hold back. The way her hips moved, seeking me out … it drove me absolutely wild.
I let the tip of my cock tease her entrance, sliding against her entrance with agonizing slowness. She let out a soft whimper, her hands reaching back to brace against my thighs, her nails digging into my skin.
“Baby please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, a mixture of desperation and anticipation.
“Patience,” I murmured, leaning in close to press my lips to her shoulder, my teeth grazing her skin. “You’re going to take every inch of me, and you’re going to love it.”
I teased her again, the head of my cock pressing just inside her before pulling back, drawing a frustrated moan from her lips. The sound made my blood boil, my patience hanging by a thread, but I wanted her to feel every moment of this — wanted her to remember who I belonged to, and the lengths I’d go to in order to please her.
She looked over her shoulder, her gaze locking onto mine as her hair fell into her face, and the fire in her expression sent me to hell and back.
That was it. The last bit of my restraint snapped, and I thrust forward, burying myself inside her with one motion. Her gasp turned into a moan, her head falling back as I filled her completely.
The heat, the tightness, the way she fit me like I was made for her – to worship this woman — it was everything.
I gripped the belt again, gently pulling it to tilt her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. My free hand slid over her hip, holding her steady as I moved inside her. The soft noises she made, the way her body responded to mine — it was overwhelming in the best way, like a language only the two of us understood.
The rhythm between us grew, rougher now, more frantic. Every snap of my hips, every pull of the belt against her neck, sent her barrelling at breakneck speed closer to the edge, and I could feel her starting to tremble, her body tightening around me in waves.
Her cries grew louder, the sound echoing in the small space. My fingers dug into her hips as I held her in place, driving into her with everything I had, relentless and desperate to feel her shatter completely.
Then she broke.
Her body jerked against mine, her head falling back as her release hit, her voice breaking on a moan that ripped through me. The sight of her like that, completely undone, sent me spiralling after her. I buried myself deep, my own release crashing through me in waves so powerful they left me shaking.
For a long moment, the only sound in the pod was our uneven breathing, the quiet hum of the Ferris wheel a distant backdrop to the storm we’d just created.
Slowly, I loosened my grip on the belt, letting it fall slack against her skin.
My hands found her neck, massaging gently, my thumbs brushing over the faint marks left behind. Her head tilted back against my shoulder, her breath warm against my jaw, and I let my arms circle her waist, pulling her closer to my chest.
Neither of us spoke for a moment, the air between us thick and heady, still charged from what we’d just done. Her body was still trembling, her breath uneven, and I rested my forehead against the top of her head, letting the steady rhythm of her heartbeat steady me.
“You okay?” I murmured against her hair, my voice low, almost uncertain. My hands continued their slow, soothing movements, one resting lightly on her stomach, the other brushing along her arm.
She nodded, her voice soft but steady as she whispered, “More than okay.”
Her head rested against my shoulder, her body still trembling in the aftershocks. My lips brushed her temple, a silent gesture of everything I couldn’t say. There was no need for words right now — my Maddie already knew.
As much as I didn’t want to break the moment, I glanced over her shoulder at the scattered pieces of her clothing and let out a reluctant sigh. “We should probably... you know.”
She pulled back just enough to give me a playful look. “What? You’re not going to carry me out of here like this? Were you just all talk earlier?”
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head as I reached down to pick up her shirt. “Oh, I could carry you out of here completely naked right here, right now, Scout. But then we’d definitely end up on the front page of some gossip blog, and I’m not sharing you with the rest of Vegas.”
Her laugh was light, warm, and she tilted her head, watching me with that same playful spark in her eyes. “I don’t know... it might be fun to see how far you’d go to keep me all to yourself.”
I arched an eyebrow, holding her shirt just out of reach as I leaned closer. “Careful, Maddie. You’re tempting me to prove it.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t resist as I slipped the shirt over her head, my fingers brushing her bare skin as I pulled it down gently. The soft flush that crept over her cheeks didn’t go unnoticed, and I couldn’t help the satisfied grin tugging at my lips.
“You’re really taking your time,” she teased, her voice softer now, almost breathless.
“Can you blame me?” I said, crouching to grab her jeans. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you like this.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but as I helped her step into her jeans, her hands moved to the belt still looped around her neck. Slowly, she unfastened it, sliding the leather free, and the sight of her holding it, her fingers tracing the length, sent a wave of heat rushing through me all over again.
She looked up, catching the way my eyes lingered on her, and smirked. “Want this back?” she asked, her tone dripping with mischief.
I stepped closer, taking the belt from her hands with deliberate slowness. “I’ll hold onto it,” I murmured, my voice low, rough. “For now.”
Her lips twitched, and instead of handing the belt back, she looped it around my neck playfully, tugging just enough to make me arch a brow, planting a quick kiss on my lips before she let it slide free and handed it over.
I smirked as I took the belt from her, sliding it through the loops of my jeans. My fingers lingered on the buckle for a second before I looked back at her, taking in the way the city lights framed her silhouette.
“Well,” she said finally, her voice soft and tinged with a playful edge, “this is going to be hard to top.”
I smirked, brushing a knuckle along her jawline as I leaned closer. “You think I’ve peaked? You wound me, Scout.”
Her laugh was light, the sound slipping between us as her hands settled on my chest. “I don’t know, Jax. First a private Ferris wheel ride and now...” Her gaze flicked to the belt looped through my jeans, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “You might’ve set the bar too high for yourself.”
I smirked, brushing my knuckles along her cheek, letting my thumb graze her jawline. “You’ll just have to stick around and find out.”
She laughed softly, her head tilting slightly into my touch, and the moment stretched between us, fragile and unspoken.
Finally, I stepped back just enough to take her hand, lacing my fingers through hers as I led her toward the gondola exit. “Come on,” I said, my steady. “Let’s go home.”