Liz
“Oh yeah? How close?” I asked, leaning forward toward Sloan.
Lillian was under her arm, unmasked, and smiling at me, obviously enjoying where this was going. Her mischievous gaze told me she was just waiting for me to go in on her.
The club was a lot less crowded, given it was a weeknight, but it was the perfect time to exact my punishment.
The last few days have been nonstop at work. The buyers Stefan had said were coming over for a showing were the worst of the worst. They were snobby, uptight, and thought that having money would make anyone bend over for them.
While I didn't technically go against Stefan’s orders, I made it difficult for them, which included showing them literally every single other painting I had.
I had waited until today to finally show them the royal collection, but they’d been so worn down that they’d taken one look at it, thought it was not as exciting as they were promised, and left.
It was a happy ending for me and the paintings, but not so much for Stefan. I knew I would probably be getting a call, which made me even more excited to try to forget it all and relax tonight.
We had gotten closer over the last few weeks, but the guilt hadn’t left. It was bandaged by the fact that my daughter told me she would be happy with the person I chose.
I wanted to be a little selfish. I wanted to let myself live, even if it was just for a moment.
I would have to come clean to Claire at some point, though.
It didn't feel right to keep this from her.
I might have made the conscious decision to hide the truth about my relationship with her father, but I hated to lie to her.
We'd always been so close that something like this felt like a huge betrayal.
And yet here I am, still doing it.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
“Jax and I can almost be considered best friends,” she said with a wave of her brows. I brought my wine close to my lips but didn’t drink.
I'd been waiting for this moment so I could get to the bottom of what had happened at the auction.
“So you knew she was my daughter’s best friend.” I took a slow sip as the color drained from Sloan’s face. She gave Lillian a panicked look but merely got a sweet smile back. She was letting me have fun.
“Well… Uh… I mean—”
“What if I told you I never want to sell to your club again?” I asked. “Or maybe I can get you blacklisted from all the other galleries as well? I think I heard a rumor about you opening a new club somewhere? I guess you won’t be needing any more art.”
Her face had twisted into full-blown fear, and it had Lillian giggling behind her hand.
“No, don't say that! If Ax hears—”
“But you kind of deserve it, don't you?” Lillian asked her.
“You're supposed to be on my side!”
“She has nothing to lose here,” I added. “She will always be a faithful client and artist. You, on the other hand…”
“It’s my fault,” Jax said, appearing from behind me and wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “She told me to tell you right away, but I…”
“Had a lapse in judgment?” I asked, turning to look up at her blue eyes.
My breath caught in my throat.
Every time I saw her, it was the same. Those eyes. They felt like they could see right through me.
“I had something I just couldn’t bear to let go of,” she whispered.
Sloan let out a low whistle. If I were inside my body, I might turn to glare at her, but in that moment, as Jax held my gaze and whispered those simple yet so touching words, I felt like I was floating.
My heart raced in my chest. My skin heated.
Perfect. She’s so perfect. And everything I’d ever wanted.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I whispered back and watched as she swallowed thickly. But instead of fear showing on her face, her lips quirked into a smile.
“More than ready.” She leaned closer. “I’ve been dreaming about it.”
“See? She's totally not mad at me,” Sloan said, drawing my attention, and sent me a smile. “I knew there was something deep down inside you that needed to be let out.”
“You're not off the hook,” I warned. “Not completely. The only reason I'm not—”
“Is because you're so forgiving,” Jax finished for me, her teeth coming to nibble at my ear.
“Okay! Get to your room already,” Lillian said with a giggle.
“But we don’t mind watching, if that’s your thing,” Sloan added with a seductive twinge to her voice.
“Just us… for now,” I told her just before I grabbed Jax’s shirt—if it could even be called that.
She was wearing a fishnet crop top that showed her breasts and tattoos, and I had to admit that the way her boxers were showing really did something to me.
With barely any strength, I pulled her further into the club toward the room I had especially picked out for us. We passed the couples making out and the ones behind the one-way mirrors, fucking each other. They could be a nice starter course, but neither of us really paid attention to them.
My hand was surprisingly steady as I grabbed the electronic key card they’d given me, but just before I opened the door, I gave Jax a last out.
“After this, there's no going back,” I said, keeping my eyes on the door. “We cannot feign ignorance. We cannot just stop everything and walk away and—”
“I couldn’t walk away from you even if I tried,” Jax’s voice was low as she leaned over me. “But I can give you a few minutes to think about it. I won't hold it against you if you decide to call it quits.”
This was my last chance. I had allowed myself to fall so easily. If I wanted to save my life from the mess I was turning it into… Now was the time.
And with the way she said it, I knew she would let me go. Even though I also knew she didn’t want to.
But I deserved this. I deserved her.
Without another ounce of hesitation, I unlocked the door and walked in.
I had chosen a themed room this time. Most of the furniture was draped in some type of black satin, but there were neon lights hanging across the walls. In the middle was a singular chair, next to a small table with one glass and a wine bottle.
It wasn’t something they would always accommodate due to safety concerns, but Sloan was more than happy to help me out. Likely due to feeling bad about what she had kept from me.
I walked toward the chair, swaying my hips the whole time and feeling Jax’s gaze on me right before I heard the door softly shut and she stepped into the room.
We’d made this decision. There would be no holding back anymore.
I slid slowly onto the seat. When she took a step forward, I held my hand up.
A smile tugged at her lips.
“First and foremost, this is punishment,” I said, tilting my head to the side. “Now, tell me why you deserve to be punished.”
“I came without permission.”
I nodded in silence, forcing her to continue.
“I lied to you. Withheld who I was.”
I grabbed the wine bottle, acting like it was the thing I was most interested in. Grabbing the small corkscrew hidden behind it, I went to open it.
“I need to be punished for coveting something I shouldn't have.”
That got my attention. I looked up at her with a raised brow.
“And how long did you… covet?”
“Years.” The word rushed out of her in one breath. Her voice sounded strange, almost like she was pleading.
Years. Hearing it sent a thrill through me. She wants me that badly? The dark voice in my head didn’t want to believe it.
“Then show me,” I said as I popped open the wine. “Show me what years of wanting what you shouldn’t will make you do. Crawl to me, baby girl.”
The thump of her knees against the hard floor had my heart racing.
She got on all fours, slowly gliding across the room with the grace of a cat, looking at me the entire time. One hand forward. Then the other. Heat sprung up in my belly as I watched her degrade herself.
This big, bad, tattooed, six-foot woman was making herself smaller. Crawling. And it was all for me. This moment. The look on her face as she came up to me. The way her eyes pleaded for me to do whatever I wanted to her.
All mine.
When she was close enough, I lifted my foot, and just like that first night, she grabbed it, ready to place her lips on my skin. But this time I grabbed the glass and poured some wine into it.
“Look at how easily you degrade yourself for me,” I praised. “You look so good on your knees. Like you belong there.”
“I belong right wherever my mommy wants me.” Her hot breath fanned across the bare part of my foot. “On my knees. With my tongue on your sweet pussy. With my ass up and your cock in my cunt.”
My body had a physical reaction to the image of her with her ass up as I slammed into her from behind. Oh, how I want to hear her beg for me.
Lifting the glass, I slowly spilled wine down my leg. We watched as it stained my skin and fell to the floor below.
“I don't think I have to tell you what to do, do I?”
The first hit of her hot, wet tongue on my toes made me moan. She licked up every bit of the wine that was rolling down my knee, breathing heavily as she licked up the side of my foot and up to my ankle.
I started drinking the wine I hadn't spilled, enjoying the show and the feel of her tongue. Feeling her breasts against my leg as she traveled up my body only turned me on further.
As she got to my inner thigh, I spread my legs for her, and she wasted no time rubbing up my calves and then my thighs before she pushed my dress up.
“You look so beautiful,” she groaned, her eyes narrowing on my thin, black lace panties.
“Tell me, Jax. Do you think you deserve my cunt yet? I can see your mouth watering, but I don't think you've been a good enough girl for me.”
“Punish me. Truly. I'll take it.”
I put the glass on the table and closed my legs. With one pat on my thighs, I motioned for her to lie down across my lap.
Feeling her body as she did was sinful.
“You're so good at taking direction. Now, push down your pants for me. Show me that tight ass of yours.”
Letting out a whine, Jax quickly shimmied down her pants, baring her slightly tattooed ass to me. I enjoyed her sharp breath as my fingers gently ran over the surface.
“You remember your safe word, yes?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Pick a number. And make it good.”
She tilted her head so she could look at me. “Twelve.”
Trying to control my own breathing, I massaged the meaty part of her ass. She was already twitching under me.
I bet she’s wet and willing if I slip my fingers into her pussy.
Not that I was any better. My underwear was already sticking to me uncomfortably.
“Any significance to that number?”
“The number of times I fucked myself fantasizing it was you. Since the other night. Since the first time I saw you, I lost count somewhere in the hundreds.”
Without warning, I brought my hand back and slapped her ass cheek.
She jerked, her body tensing as a low groan fell from her lips.
“You okay, baby girl?” I asked, kneading her red flesh.
She sighed into me before she started relaxing. She was at my mercy. I had complete control. The feeling was addictive.
“So good. Keep going.”
“Count for me. That one was just a preview.”
She let out a seductive chuckle, but it quickly turned into a gasp as I slammed my palm down on her cheek one more time. Then another. And then another in quick succession.
Her hands grabbed my legs as her legs started opening of their own accord.
“Three.”
“Don't forget your manners,” I reminded.
“Thank you, Mommy.”
“For?”
“For your punishment—oh fuck!”
I slipped my fingers down her ass crack and against her cunt, teasing the entrance before I pinched her clit. Swiping my fingers through her wetness, I smeared it over her skin before delivering another slap.
The wetness would make it hurt more.
“Four. Thank you, Mommy.”
“You're enjoying this so much. Makes me think you act out on purpose.”
“Never, Mom—” A moan cut her off when I slapped her again, hard.
“I didn't say you could talk back.”
“Sorry, Mommy. Thank you. Five.”
Teasing her pussy again, I sank two fingers into her and pumped them twice before taking the wetness and spreading it on her cheeks again. Her ass was beginning to bloom a bright red.
My new favorite color.
“So polite, my baby girl.”
This time, when I brought my hand down, I put even more strength into it. I'd been holding back, but feeling how wet her cunt was was making me lose control.
She arched against me, a cry spilling from her mouth.
“Thank you! Six. Fuck. Thank you, Mommy.”
My fingers went inside her cunt as I began fucking her while I ran the fingers of my other hand through her short hair. She was sweating lightly. Her sweet moans were louder, and she was shaking on top of me.
“Are you going to come just from this?” I asked with a small laugh as her cunt squeezed my fingers.
“No, no, I promise.”
“Good. Because you don’t have my permission.”
I slipped my fingers out and quickly delivered three more slaps.
“Nine! Th-thank you, Mommy. Oh God.”
“Don’t come yet!” I warned, pinching her clit.
The sound she made at that sent a sharp burst of pleasure straight to my core, so I gave her another slap and then rewarded her with a lighter circling of her clit.
“Ten. Mommy, I’m going to come. Thank you.”
“Can you hold on a little longer, baby girl? You’re doing so good!”
She was sweating and breathing heavily. The strain of fighting off her orgasm was taking its toll. And still she held on.
How is she so fucking perfect?
“I’m so close… Too close.”
Deciding to show my perfect baby girl a little mercy, I slapped her twice in a row. She let out a string of curses, so to sweeten it, I plunged my fingers inside her.
“Look at me as you come.”
She turned her head back to me. Her expression twisted as her orgasm was steadily racing up on her.
I'd never get over it. The way she looked, sheer euphoria just as it hit her. The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her guttural moan as she—
“Thank you! Thank you! Fuck. Please keep going! Mommy!”
I let her ride her high, finger-fucking her as hard as I could.
But I was far from done with her.
“Now get on the floor and spread your legs so I can show you how I really want to fuck you.”