Chapter 2
L ouisa
“I’m not his fucking girlfriend anymore,” I said, looking up into Charlie’s idiotic face and watching him flinch at my words. “Whatever you assholes decide to do with me.”
“It’s a good thing you’re clear about breaking up with him,” Jax said, his voice taking on a contemplative tone that made my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Though I’m not surprised. This boy clearly doesn’t even understand what kind of girl you are.”
I felt Charlie’s grip on my wrists tighten reflexively at the insult. Walker snorted from somewhere behind me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie asked, the defensive edge in his voice making him sound even more pathetic.
Jax’s hand stroked my burning bottom almost tenderly, making me shudder.
“It means you’ve had a treasure in your possession and didn’t even recognize its value.
From the way she’s responding—her body’s reactions, her tears, even her defiance— this little girl is terribly in need of a firm-handed daddy’s care.
She’s practically begging for it with every fiber of her being. ”
“That’s bullshit,” I spat, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder. “I don’t need a fucking daddy . I need all of you to let me go.”
In one swift motion, Jax was on his feet.
His left hand pressed down firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me against the coffee table with shocking strength.
Before I could take another breath, his right hand crashed down on my already tender flesh with a force that made the previous spanking feel like gentle pats.
“Fuck!” I screamed, tears springing instantly to my eyes.
“I told you about that language,” Jax said calmly, bringing his hand down again with devastating precision. “Young ladies who can’t control their mouths need to have the lesson reinforced.”
The next few minutes were a blur of pain and humiliation as Jax spanked me relentlessly.
Each slap seemed to land exactly where I was already most tender, sending white-hot flares of agony across my skin.
The worst part wasn’t even the physical pain—it was how my body wouldn’t stop responding to it, no matter how much I screamed at myself that this asshole was assaulting me.
With each stinging blow, the shameful wetness between my legs grew, my nipples hardened against the cold glass of the table, and unwanted whimpers escaped my throat.
“Please,” I finally sobbed, all resistance shattered. “Please stop.”
“Please stop, what?” Jax prompted, pausing with his hand resting on my burning skin, cupping my left cheek with a tenderness that seemed a mockery to me, given how hard he had spanked me.
I knew what he wanted. The part of me that had gotten straight A’s and planned to become a corporate lawyer screamed in protest. But that girl seemed very far away here in Walker’s apartment.
“Please stop… Sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the word.
“Better,” Jax said, his tone softening slightly. “But I think you know what I really want to hear.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “Please stop… Daddy.”
The word hung in the air, changing everything. I felt as if I had just launched myself off a cliff.
Jax smiled, his hand still possessively claiming my punished flesh. “Good girl. But I’ll only stop when Little Lulu politely requests to suck her new daddy’s cock. Then I’ll know you understand your place.”
I gasped, the humiliation of the childish nickname washing over me like ice water. Little Lulu . The way he said it made me feel small, helpless, exposed in ways far beyond my physical nakedness.
His palm cracked against my flesh again, harder than before. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
“I’m waiting, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle as he delivered another blistering swat.
The third strike broke me completely. “Please,” I sobbed, all pride shattered. “Please let me suck your cock… please, Daddy.”
The room went silent. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, hear Charlie’s sharp intake of breath. I hung my head in shame, unable to look at anyone.
I wasn’t even sure why I’d given in at all.
My ass burned fiercely, but I’d endured worse pain in my life.
I could have held out longer. Yet something inside me had surrendered, recognizing the futility of resistance.
But it wasn’t just that. Part of me, to my horror, had thrilled at being forced to submit.
At having the choice taken away. And deeper still, beneath layers of denial, lurked the disturbing truth that I wanted to please this man, to feel his approval.
I wanted to kneel before this powerful stranger and take him in my mouth while Charlie watched, helpless and irrelevant.
“Release her,” Jax commanded Charlie, who immediately let go of my wrists.
Jax’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me up and back until I was kneeling on the floor. He stepped around to face me, his expensive shoes entering my downcast field of vision.
“Look at me, Little Lulu,” he said.
I raised my eyes, meeting his steely gaze. His face remained impassive, but something flickered in those gray depths—satisfaction, perhaps, or hunger.
“Show me how much you want to please Daddy,” he said. “Take out my cock.”
My hands trembled as I reached for his belt. I fumbled with the expensive leather, acutely aware of Walker and Charlie watching my degradation. When I finally managed to unfasten his pants and ease down his zipper, I hesitated.
“Don’t keep Daddy waiting,” Jax said softly, the threat clear beneath the gentleness.
I slipped my hand inside his boxers and gasped as my fingers encountered him.
He was enormous—far larger than Charlie, the only other man I’d ever touched this way.
Fear knotted in my stomach. I’d only given Charlie head twice—brief, awkward encounters where he’d quickly lost patience with my inexperience.
I drew the stranger’s—my new daddy’s—cock out with shaking hands, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of it.
Thick and long, with prominent veins running along the shaft, it stood proudly from a nest of dark hair.
I couldn’t wrap my fingers fully around its girth, and the realization made me tremble with a confusing mix of fear and excitement.
“That’s it,” Jax said, watching my reaction with obvious pleasure. “Get a good look at what you’ll be servicing from now on.”
His words sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me. From now on. As if this wasn’t just a one-time humiliation, but the beginning of something more permanent.
“You’re going to have your face fucked now, Little Lulu,” he continued in a husky whisper that somehow felt more threatening than if he’d shouted.
“And you’re going to take it like a good girl until Daddy comes all over his little girl’s face and marks her as Daddy’s naughty girl. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice.
“Words, little one,” he prompted, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Yes… Daddy,” I whispered, the childish title burning my tongue.
His expression softened momentarily, and he stroked my cheek with his free hand. “Good girl. But first, I think you should get properly acquainted with Daddy’s cock.” He guided my face closer. “Start by giving the head a nice, respectful kiss.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against the smooth purple crown. It pulsed against my mouth, a drop of clear fluid beading at the tip.
“Now lick it,” he instructed. “Up and down the shaft, nice and slow. Show me how much you appreciate being allowed to pleasure me.”
I extended my tongue and dragged it from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin. The intimacy of the act made my cheeks burn, but I couldn’t deny the even greater surge of heat between my thighs.
“That’s right,” he encouraged. “Now pay proper attention to my balls. Kiss them. Lick them. Show them the reverence they deserve.”
I lowered my head, taking one of his heavy testicles into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue as I’d once read about in a magazine. His sharp intake of breath told me I’d done something right.
“You’ve done a decent job training her, Charlie,” Jax commented as I continued my ministrations. “She seems to know her way around a cock.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see Charlie shift uncomfortably. “Yeah, well,” he mumbled, clearly trying to save face, “I made sure she knew how to please a man.”
I couldn’t help the indignant noise that escaped my throat, a muffled sound of protest around Jax’s flesh. Charlie was lying through his teeth. The two fumbling blowjobs I’d given him hadn’t been anything like this.
Jax yanked my head back by my hair, his eyes suddenly sharp with curiosity. “What was that, little one? You seem to disagree with your former boyfriend’s assessment.” He glanced at Charlie, then back to me. “Is he telling the truth about training you?”
I felt a strange rush of vindication wash over me, gratitude blooming in my chest at the opportunity to expose Charlie’s lie.
The feelings confused me—I should have been focused on my humiliation, on escaping this nightmare—but instead, I found myself eager to tell Jax the truth, to somehow prove my worth to this terrifying man who had claimed me as his own.
“No, Daddy,” I heard myself say, startled by how my voice had transformed into something childlike and plaintive.
“Charlie’s fibbing. He only made me do it twice, and he was mean about it.
He said I was terrible and just finished himself.
” The words tumbled out in a tattling cadence that made me sound like a little girl reporting a playground injustice.