Jax
Liz’s look had excitement crawling up my spine.
“Well?”
I swallowed all the words I wanted to say and slowly got down on my knees in front of her again.
Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the couch. So beautiful looking down on me—as she should.
I could already feel heat building in my core.
Her outfit tonight was casual and comfortable, but that made it all the more enticing.
Her shirt was loose, just barely giving me a glimpse at the shape of her perfect breasts. Her lounge pants were flowy, but every time she bent down, I was tempted by the globes of her ass. And now, it would be so easy to just run my hands up and under the fabric.
My favorite part was that she had no makeup on. She was all Liz.
But none of it changed the aura she had about her. She snapped into her domme self in seconds.
The floor was hard beneath my knees, but I paid it no mind. Placing my hands in my lap, I looked up, diligently, at my mistress. My shoulders were rolled back. My spine straight. I was perfect and posed just for her.
I felt bad about everything. I had gone overboard. I'd been pressuring her when really I should've been giving her time.
Though there was no denying the fact that I was exactly where I wanted to be right now.
“You've been acting inappropriately.”
“I’m—” I shut my mouth just as quickly as I opened it. My first instinct was to tell her I was sorry.
She lifted her chin.
“Sorry? No, I don't think you are. Because you keep doing it. You invited me here, and maybe some of it was to keep me safe. But you thought you would have the upper hand here, didn't you?
I didn't answer her.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“I don't like it when people lie to me.”
I shifted on my knees. Her words, as sharp as they were, still had an effect on me.
She was trying to hide it, but I saw it. I saw how affected she was by me. It wasn't just one-sided, and that made me feel even more impulsive.
“I wanted you. I want you. And I'm not sorry about making my feelings known or about telling you how amazing you are… or offering to make up for every time people didn’t treat you like the goddess you are.”
Her lips twisted to the side.
“I should punish you.”
My spine went ramrod straight.
“Please.” It was a choked whisper. My underwear was soaked. My cunt was pulsing, and my nipples were already hard peaks brushing against my top.
Her hand came to my chin, lifting it so I was staring at her. Such a small movement had fire seeping into my skin wherever she touched.
“But is it really punishment if both of us like it so much?”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Liz. My body belongs to you. It was made for you.”
Her eyes hooded, and her tongue popped out to wet her lips.
“Lift your shirt.”
I tugged on the thin fabric and pushed it up until my breasts were bared to her. Her eyes fell to them immediately, and my nipples hardened further, painfully under the attention. My breathing became shallow.
“Touch them for me.”
I moved both hands to my breasts, massaging them before plucking my nipples. Self-stimulation never did much for me, but it was different with her watching me. I wanted to do good for her. I wanted to be good for her.
“You’re such a good listener,” she cooed. “Now your pants. But not all the way. Just enough for me to see your pretty cunt.”
I couldn't push my pants down fast enough. She raised her brow when she saw that I was keeping my underwear on.
“You didn't give me permission.”
Her lips turned into a full-blown smile. “Well, I can’t really see that pussy with your boxers in the way, can I?”
My entire body was vibrating. I made quick work of them and leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs as far as they would go for her with my pants restricting me. It somehow made it all the more erotic.
I was exposing myself to her. I was at her mercy. It felt so dirty.
“Wet your fingers.”
Oh God.
I stuffed two fingers in my mouth, keeping eye contact with Liz as I wove my tongue through them. I could see her nipples getting hard underneath the fabric of her loungewear and imagined her getting as wet as I was.
I could still taste her on my tongue.
“Now touch your nipples.”
I teased them, and a low groan came from my chest as pleasure coiled sharply in my belly.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
I threw my head back as pleasure went straight to my core, unable to stop myself from jerking my hips as I went.
“You're unusually good tonight. I expected at least some snarky comments here and there.”
“I want to be a good girl for you, Mommy,” I said, breathlessly. I forced myself to look at her while she was already looking at my cunt as it spilled onto the floor.
“Your clit first. Slow.”
I couldn't hide my whine as my fingers circled it. Her gaze made everything feel a hundred times more potent. She liked what I was doing—I could tell by the way she was looking at me, desire so clear in her eyes that I thought I might be hallucinating it.
I wanted her to touch me so badly. I was close to begging for it.
But I didn’t, not wanting to scare her off and lose the chance she was giving me.
“Ah! Mommy, this feels—”
“You’re soaked. Were you like this all day? Worked up thinking about when we would get some alone time together?”
“Yes,” I gasped and put pressure on my clit. “The moment you walk into any room, I’m already soaked for you. I can’t help myself.”
Liz looked down at me with a kind of heat that had pleasure inside me going haywire. She had no intention of touching herself, and that made it so much hotter. She was in total control here.
“Then show me. Be a good girl and fuck yourself. I want to see just how needy you can be.”
I wasted no time sinking two fingers into me, pumping them in and out as I watched her watch me.
I couldn't handle it. I thought our time at the club had been intoxicating, but nothing felt like this. Nothing could compare to this. To me, offering myself up to her and having her guide me through it.
I was going to explode.
She took a deep breath, finally uncrossing her arms. The only indication that she was affected was the way her fingers grabbed the couch behind her, even though I could tell her breathing had kicked up, chest and breasts moving faster with each breath.
I fucked myself harder for her, plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt, the sound of it loud around us. And she just stood there, patiently watching me.
“Am I doing good, Mommy?”
“So good,” she murmured. “Are you going to make yourself come for me?”
My pussy fluttered at her words. It was already on a tight leash when it came to her.
“Yes, Mommy. Just for you.”
I lay down on the floor, trying to widen my legs even more, fucking myself with no reprieve or hesitation. Each slam of the heel of my palm into my clit sent a wave of heat through me.
“Fuck! Mommy, I’m…”
I was so close to my orgasm, it was painful.
“God, such a needy girl. Now listen to Mommy very carefully, okay?”
“Yes,” I panted as I slammed my hand against my cunt. “Yes, anything.”
If I'd really been paying attention in that moment, I would've noticed the smile spreading across her lips. I would have known what was coming.
“Stop.”
I hadn't even realized my eyes were closed until they popped open at the command.
Fuck. No way.
She’s not going to be this cruel to me, is she?
“But Mommy, I’m so—”
“Do I really have to repeat myself?”
I whined as I pulled my fingers out, my cunt suddenly tightening around nothing.
“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come, Mommy.”
She just stood there for what seemed like a long time, just looking at me, taking it all in.
“What a mess you made,” she finally said, referencing the wetness spilled all over the floor.
“I'll clean it up.”
I moved before she could even respond, getting on my hands and knees, with my face right by the small puddle. When I looked at her, her hands were gripping the couch so hard her knuckles had turned white.
“Jax—”
“Will this be good enough for you, Mommy?” I asked as I took one big lick of the puddle. It was so indecent, but I tasted good. Especially knowing she’d made me this wet.
She was losing control. I could see it. Just a little more.
I decided to take it up a notch. One hand in front of the other, feet still trapped by my boxers and my pants, I crawled to her. My hands grabbed her legs as I pressed my face against the fabric of her pants.
“Please, Mommy, I've been so good. Can I come now?”
“Oh God,” she groaned. Her hands were already cupping my face and pulling me up. I couldn't help but grab her breast as she slowly slithered down my body until her face was almost brushing against my cunt. I almost collapsed right there.
“Haven't I been so good for you? Tell me, Mommy.”
Her breathing was loud and heavy. She swallowed thickly, but just when I thought I had her…
“Peonies.”
Our safe word. She’s ending it.
With quick hands, she pulled up my pants and lowered my shirt before giving me one last glance and escaping to her room.
I heard the door shut with a small click as I leaned against the couch and let out a small curse. I was so on edge that maybe I could—
But she didn’t give me permission.
“God,” I groaned.
The need to fuck myself was strong, but I knew the pleasure would just grow. The longer I waited, the longer I followed her command, the more intense it would feel when it finally happened. If she’d give me one more chance at this, I knew my next orgasm would probably be the best one I'd ever had.
And fuck, I need to touch her again.
I'd crossed every boundary. I’d fucked my best friend's mother. I wanted to fuck her as a client now. I dropped to my knees so easily for her. It was so easy for me to degrade myself for her in ways I never would for anyone else.
But goddamn, this was everything I'd ever dreamed of. She was everything.
And it was so hard to be a good girl and stay in my spot. To wind down knowing she was one room away from me.
But I needed to be strategic. I needed to keep my shit together for even the slightest chance that she’d finally give in to me.
I closed my eyes and played back the image of her looking down at me. The feeling of her hands cupping my face, her fingertips so lightly brushing against my skin when she pulled up my pants. And then I remembered the sounds she made during our night together.
My cunt gave a hard squeeze.
I buried my head in my hands and let out another groan.
Because I didn’t only need physical release. This was a means to an end. I wanted Liz. In my bed. In my life. Everywhere.
Fuck. My. Life.