Chapter 7 #2
I knew she was fucking with me on purpose.
I swear one of her favorite things in the world is to see just how far she can push me.
It's a dangerous game, or at least I thought it was.
In the beginning, I tried to resist her, but she knows just how to push my buttons and make me snap.
I was afraid I might hurt her in a blind rage when I had no control, but she was never afraid.
She's never been afraid of any of us, and it's not just because she can hand us our asses if she needs to, though I'm sure that helps.
No, Jade matches each of us as if she were made for us, and somehow, that includes the monster inside me.
And despite my concern in the beginning, I fucking love it now. The sense of freedom that comes with being able to be me without hiding. That's not to say I'm constantly in a fit of rage because I'm not. But knowing I won't scare her away is freeing in a way I wasn't aware I needed.
We make it to my room without running into anyone else, and I close and lock the door behind us.
Will that really keep anyone in this house out if they want to get in badly enough?
No, not even a little bit, but hopefully, it will be good enough of a 'fuck off' to keep them away for a few hours.
Not to mention, it will keep Jade in. She tends to take off. Not that I mind; usually, the chase is enjoyable and makes everything feel more feral, but right now, I don't need that—only her.
Walking to the end of my bed, I toss Jade onto it. She laughs as she bounces. The sound is cute, but fuck, she's also naked already, and watching her tits bounce only feeds the beast.
I yank off my shirt and quickly undo the button of my jeans, pushing them down my legs with my boxers.
Jade's eyes trail down my chest to my cock that's already hard and ready to take her.
I spend a lot of time in the gym; it's always been a good way to handle stress and the dark feeling inside, but it never hurts to be in shape with our line of work.
Even knowing I'm in shape, it feels good with the way Jade's eyes eat me up as she bites into her bottom lip in a way that drives me fucking crazy.
I’ve never worked out for a woman. I didn’t care what they thought, but they’ve always appreciated it. I’m not blind or stupid. I know a lot of girls sign up for kickboxing because I teach it. They don’t even try to hide the way they drool in their obnoxiously short shorts and bras.
It was always just something I dealt with; their attention was easy enough to ignore, and if they ever pushed further, I either used it to my advantage or told them to fuck off.
Jade isn’t the same at all, though.
The way she looks at me goes right to my cock and to my already big head if you ask her. An ego boost that often ends with me fucking her, regardless of where we are.
I can’t even tell you how often we end up fucking in the gym, and honestly, it’s half me too. Seeing her in those little shorts and bra, the lean muscle she worked so hard for covered in sweat. Well, I know why those girls opt for those outfits; they just never had a hope.
I move toward the bed, stepping out of my jeans and boxers while she watches me, and I see the second she decides to try and make a break for it.
So much for the lock... but honestly, if I don't let her get away, it's not a problem. She rolls over and goes up on her hands and knees, no doubt about to try to crawl away, but before she can, I lunge forward and catch her ankle, dragging her back toward me.
Leaning over her, I thread my fingers into the sensitive hair at the nape of her neck. After a few years together, I've found the best ways to make her concede, and while most of it depends on how much of a brat she really wants to be, this is a pretty good way to stop her, usually.
Tonight, she seems more playful than bratty, though the two aren't far off. Jade chuckles as I drag her backward with me, but she concedes, so I can't complain.
"You owe me spankings," I growl in her ear, my lips pressed right up against it.
"So then spank me," she sasses, pressing her ass up against me, and for a moment, I’m ready to do exactly that.
Fucking temptress. Shaking away the thought and the need, I yank her back and bite down hard on her neck. Her breath hitches, and she lets out the most delicious moan.
"You don't tell me what to do." My words are almost unintelligible, slurred together because my teeth are still dug into the skin of her neck, but somehow she understands them.
"Yes, sir."
My cock is weeping, begging me to fuck her, but I can't yet. Even if I want to, the need to punish her for going out with a man who isn't us is too strong. My monster’s too close to the surface to shove down and handle later the way I almost desperately want to.
With my fingers still tangled in her hair, I release her neck in favor of shoving her face down into the bed.
Slowly, I pull away to see if she will stay or continue to fight.
She stays, mostly. Turning her head to the side so that she can meet my gaze over her shoulder, her pupils are blown wide, and the smile on her face tells me just how much she’s enjoying this.
Gripping her hips, I lift her lower body off the bed; her ass up in the air. It always amazes me how small she is, how easy she is to lift and move around when she lets you. Jade’s delicate, but only if she trusts you enough will you ever see it. Other than that, she’s your worst nightmare.
“Did he touch you?” My voice is almost unrecognizable, deep, dark, and ominous in a way that it gets only when I’m close to losing control.
Only when it has to do with Jade, she is my weakness while also being my strength.
She doesn’t answer right away, holding my gaze, and I almost dare her to lie to me.
For her to tell me he didn’t when I know damn well he did, they always do.
It’s part of the damn job, how she lures them in, but fuck if I don’t hate it.
Fuck if I don’t want to demand she never do it again and keep her to ourselves, where she belongs.
But I can’t.
She needs this. Not only for herself but to save others. That’s what started Vengeance, and that’s what we work toward.
This fucker from the last mission deserved every fucked up and demented thing that she and Zan did. I know that, and I’m happy they get to deal that out, but she’s Mine.
Ours.
“Yes,” she finally says, without looking away. She’s used to this by now, to my need to release and own her.
“Five,” I tell her, and she doesn’t argue; instead, she waits for the next question like a good girl. “Did you touch him?”
The question hurts me to even ask again. I’m not naive; I know how this works; I’ve seen it firsthand.
Jade doesn’t look away, but her eyes soften, and I know the answer even before she speaks it aloud. “Yes.”
I growl in frustration but keep myself in check, for now. “Five.”
She gives the slightest nod, as if assuring me that it’s okay. That she’s okay with the number, and it almost pisses me off even more. She shouldn’t have to deal with me like this, but she does.
And fuck me if she doesn’t do it so damn well.
“Did he kiss you?” I hiss the question through clenched teeth before I can back out, knowing damn well I don’t really want to know, but that it will eat me alive if I don’t. We’ve tried that, and as nice as it might sound to be blissfully unaware, it doesn’t really work like that for me.
Not knowing consumes me.
“No,” she answers much faster this time, putting me out of my misery.
“Only ten tonight.” She almost sounds disappointed, but she isn’t fooling me. She might enjoy this dynamic and the spankings, but it’s not like we can’t have this other ways.
I can redden her ass without all of this. I have many times over the years, but this isn’t about sex and love the way I want it to be. This is about control.
“Count.” That’s the only warning she gets before my hand comes down on her right ass cheek, hard. The sound is sharp, echoing around the room, and she lets out a hissed breath but doesn’t flinch or move away.
“One.”
The second the words left her mouth, my other hand comes down on her left cheek, hard enough to jolt her forward. Still, she doesn't flinch, her eyes boring into mine, daring me to look away first. It doesn't matter if she gets five hits or forty; she's never looked away or lost count.
"Two."
Ten is torture, not for her but for me.
Watching her ass turn a beautiful red under my hands, her arousal as it all but drips down her legs.
Fuck.
"Ten."
She's so worked up that it won't take much to push her over the edge, over and over, which is exactly what I intend to do... eventually.
"Don't come until I say." I dig my fingers into the abused skin of her ass, using my other hand to slam two fingers deep into her pussy.
I stop the groan of approval that leaves my lips when I sink in without resistance, and her eyes finally slam closed, her face scrunching up in pleasure as she attempts to fight off her orgasm.
I can feel how close she is in the way her walls flutter around my fingers, and I can hear it in her short, panting breaths that leave her sounding as if she just ran a marathon.
I could push her farther, so far as to give her another punishment.
It would be easy to get her to follow me over the edge.
But that also means I might not last either. As much control as I have, I'm not sure I can handle watching her come apart and feeling her walls strangle my fingers while I'm this close to my own release.
No woman has ever affected me the way Jade does. I never understood being pussy whipped, but Jade has me wrapped around her little finger, and it has nothing to do with her pussy, though I can't deny I love her pussy.