18. Jax #2
“Then I’ll fuck you right now, hard and fast, and I won’t bother with getting you off, and you’ll be out of a fucking job.”
“You’re a piece of shit,” I growl, but he just smirks at me.
“You can’t be a cunt without consequences, Jacqueline.”
“Jax. My name is fucking Jax.”
“Something tells me you’ve never been punished before,” he murmurs, his eyes running over my hair. “Now, which is it?” he continues. “You want all this cash, and a hard fuck, or do you want to go back to Sterling House with your tail between your legs?”
I stare at him, his smug expression doing strange things to my insides as Scott’s bloodied, beaten face comes into focus in my mind.
“Do your fucking worst,” I murmur, and finally, I see him smile. It’s not a smirk or a smug look of satisfaction; it’s a small, but genuine smile, almost of relief.
Then he spins me around and shoves me against the surface of the desk. It’s paralyzing, as I balance myself on my arms and wait.
Did I really just agree to—
A sharp crack lands against my left ass cheek, and I wince as the sting intensifies. He’s not going easy on me, and I hope to god no one’s still in the office.
Can they hear us? It must be empty, or he wouldn’t be doing this.
Another blow lands on the other cheek, and an involuntary cry falls from my lips as he begins to spank me in a steady rhythm. Each slap of his palm makes the tendrils of peace inside my head grow a little longer, and by the fifth slap, I’m craving the next.
Each time his hand connects with my flesh, it’s not just pain anymore, but intense, sweet pleasure that ripples through my body. I can feel how wet I am, and I’m biting down on my lip to keep from groaning and screaming every time.
Jesus, why have I never done this before?
The blows keep coming, each one more exquisite than the last, until I’m panting, holding back desperate moans as I writhe and shudder beneath him.
By the time he’s done, I can hear his labored breathing.
I’m face down on the desk, my cheek pressed into the money he’s about to give me, and I’m soaked between my legs, dripping down my thighs, desperate for him.
I need him to do whatever he wants to me, shove his cock into me, and just use my body however he likes.
But instead, I feel a gentle hand pull me up to standing.
“Take off your shoes, you’ll be more comfortable.”
I don’t recognize that voice. It’s kind and intimate, and I barely register what’s happening as his warm hand rests on my back and he bends down and removes my shoes and underwear.
I can’t help leaning heavily against his body as he turns me around.
“Alright?” he murmurs.
“Mmm.”
I’m just blissed out, my ass sore and burning, but in the best way. All the worry, the pain, the panic of what’s happened to my brother. Everything has magically floated away.
He lets out a little breath of laughter as he pushes me back against the desk.
I’m languid in his arms and have a strange tugging need in my gut. I want him to touch me, for him to surround me completely. The brush of his fingers against my skin is divine.
“You took your punishment very well, Jacqueline,” he says, the darkness coming back into his voice as I shudder. “You want your reward?”
I nod, and he pushes me onto the desk, my legs splayed to accommodate his hips. I open my eyes, shocked to find him naked from the waist down. When did he take off his pants? His white shirt is loose, a bronze triangle of skin open at the neck. I want to lick it.
“I need words, Jacqueline. I want you to beg for my cock. Beg me to make you feel good.”
My head lolls back in ecstasy, and I can’t even remember my own name anymore. This is the best feeling in the world.
“Please,” I sigh, and then can’t help the sharp, high cry that breaks free as he shoves his cock into me in one slow thrust.
He’s thick, gloriously long, and I’m so wet I take him without needing any prep at all. I swallow him whole, and there’s a moment where I feel tears well in my eyes. I don’t know what’s going on in my body, but it’s the best I’ve felt in years.
Thank god both of our tests came back and we’re all free and clear because I can’t imagine having to fuck him with a condom instead of all his bare glory.
Slowly, he starts to thrust, his hand coming up to cradle my head. My ass is pressed against the surface of the desk, and each thrust makes it burn all the more.
“Fuck.” The word is punched out of me. “More.”
Am I really begging this man?
His movements start to speed up, his hips rocking into me, pleasure shivering through every part of me as I begin to come back to full awareness. The haze fades as the pleasure really takes hold, and my hands come up to grip his shoulders.
As soon as I touch him, he lays me down on the desk, pulling my ass off it, as he shoves his cock inside me over and over, the moans and cries falling from my lips impossible to stifle.
I can feel my orgasm building, like lightning rods between my legs, and as I writhe beneath him he pulls me back up, thrusting into me one last time, as his lips brush against me with one final demand.
“Come on my dick.”
Then the door of his office opens, and someone walks in.