Chapter 2 #2
Jax’s eyes darkened with something that looked disturbingly like paternal pride.
“Thank you for your honesty, Little Lulu. Daddy appreciates when his girl tells the truth.” He shot Charlie a withering look.
“Pathetic. You had this treasure in your possession and couldn’t even be bothered to teach her properly. ”
His fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my face up toward his. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Tonight, Daddy’s going to show you exactly how to please a man. You’re going to learn what that mouth of yours was made for.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, pushing his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes.
“Relax your throat,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the brutality of his actions. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it.”
His hips began to move in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust. My hands instinctively flew up to his thighs, trying to control the depth, but he caught my wrists in one large hand.
“No, no. Hands behind your back like a good girl. Daddy decides how deep he goes.”
I obeyed, crossing my wrists at the small of my back as tears streamed down my face. The position made me feel utterly vulnerable, kneeling naked before him with nothing to brace against as he used my mouth.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my teary eyes to meet his, and something in his expression shifted. His thrusts became more measured, allowing me brief moments to catch my breath before he pushed deep again.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Taking Daddy’s cock so beautifully. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
A moan escaped me, vibrating around his shaft. I looked up into his face searching for my daddy’s approval. I saw that Jax was looking over at Walker and Charlie. He spoke casually, as if discussing a business transaction. “I’ll give you each five thousand dollars for her. Cash. Tonight.”
My eyes widened around his cock, the shock making me forget to breathe through my nose for a moment. They were selling me? Like property? The logical part of my brain screamed in outrage, but my body betrayed me with a surge of arousal so intense I couldn’t stand it.
Without conscious thought, my right hand slipped from behind my back and between my thighs. I found my clit instantly, already swollen and slick with need. My fingers circled it desperately as Jax continued to use my mouth, the dual sensations making me dizzy with forbidden pleasure.
“Ten grand is generous,” Walker replied, his voice sounding far away through the haze of my arousal. “But considering her potential value?—”
“Ten thousand each,” Jax amended, his hips never breaking rhythm. “Final offer.”
I moaned around his cock, my fingers working frantically between my legs. The thought of being bought and owned like this should have horrified me, but instead, it was pushing me toward an orgasm more powerful than any I’d ever experienced.
Suddenly, Jax pulled out of my mouth and looked down. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” he demanded, his voice like steel.
I froze, my hand still pressed against my sex, caught in the act like a child stealing cookies.
“Remove your hand immediately,” he commanded.
I reluctantly withdrew my fingers, glistening with my arousal.
“That,” he said, grasping my wrist and raising my wet fingers to eye level, “is completely unacceptable behavior. From now on, Little Lulu’s pussy, which she will keep completely shaved for her daddy, belongs to him. Do you understand?”
I nodded, mesmerized by the authority in his voice.
“Words, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Your daddy will decide when you deserve the privilege of touching what is now Daddy’s sweet little pussy. You will never touch yourself again without explicit permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, shamefully aware of how the restriction only made me want him more.
“Good girl,” he said, releasing my wrist. “Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. Daddy’s going to reward you with his cum.”
I obeyed, tilting my face up and extending my tongue as he took his cock in hand and stroked rapidly. Within seconds, his breathing became ragged.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ready to be marked as Daddy’s little girl?”
With a deep grunt, Jax erupted. Hot, thick streams of cum splashed across my cheeks, lips, forehead, and even into my hair. I kept my mouth open and tongue extended as he’d commanded, tasting the bitter saltiness as some of it landed directly on my tongue.
“Swallow what you caught,” he ordered, his voice husky with satisfaction.
I obeyed instantly, gulping down the warm fluid and fighting the urge to gag. Some primal part of me felt strangely proud to have pleased him, to have earned this degrading reward.
“Don’t wipe the rest off,” he commanded, tucking himself back into his pants with casual indifference. “I want everyone to see exactly who you belong to now.”
He pulled out his phone and pressed a button without taking his eyes off me. “Rudy, Mateo. Come in now.”
The door opened almost immediately, and two large men in dark suits entered the room. Their expressions remained professionally blank as they surveyed the scene—me kneeling naked on the floor, face covered in their boss’s cum, with three men standing around me.
“Take my new acquisition to the penthouse,” Jax instructed. “Secure her to my bed. The pink restraints, not the black ones. And make sure she’s properly cleaned up—just her body. Leave her face as it is until I get there.”
“Yes, sir,” the taller of the two men responded, stepping forward with a suit jacket in his hands.
“Wait,” I gasped, the reality of what was happening finally breaking through my haze of arousal and submission. “You can’t just?—”
“Silence,” Jax said, not harshly but with absolute authority. “The transaction is complete. You are now my property, Little Lulu. Your former life is over.”
He turned to Charlie and Walker. “I’ll have the money transferred to your accounts immediately. Our business is concluded.”
Panic surged through me as the bodyguard draped the jacket over my shoulders. “Charlie!” I cried out, suddenly desperate for the devil I knew. “You can’t let him take me!”
Charlie couldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at the floor. “It’s better this way, Lou. He can give you things I never could.”
“Twenty thousand dollars’ worth of things,” I spat, anger momentarily overriding my fear.
The second bodyguard—Mateo, I assumed—approached with what looked like a pink collar in his hands.
Before I could react, he fastened it around my neck.
It was soft leather lined with some kind of silky material, but unmistakably a collar.
A small metal tag dangled from the front, catching the light as I looked down at it in horror.
“Property of Daddy Jax,” I read aloud, my voice barely a whisper.
“That’s right,” Jax said, reaching down to fondle my breast. “You’re Daddy’s little fuck toy now.”