Chapter 5
Jaxon
In the world where dangerous men learned to take nothing for granted, playing games was part of the political scenario. Perhaps even more so than acts of violence. There wasn’t a powerful leader of any sort who didn’t enjoy mastering chess or even poker, and not only for sheer entertainment.
Then there was the art of playing cat and mouse. Usually with a traitor on the run. Even I’d enjoyed allowing them to believe they’d managed to escape, stalking and hunting for no other reason than my enjoyment. Plus, the capture and extermination were that much sweeter.
Using a masquerade party as a method of role playing was more satisfying than I’d believed possible. For all the costume parties held at Indulgence, I’d never bothered to attend other than to ensure that security was tight.
Pretending that I wasn’t a member of the Prince family if only for one night certainly had its perks.
Namely with the woman I’d chosen to be with.
It was nothing against the female persuasion as I adored the hell out of their laughter and smiles, their voluptuous figures and the long eyelashes batting away when desires were put to the test. However, once my surname was brought into the conversation along with the term eligible bachelor, in my experience I’d had women go from disapproval to planning the wedding.
With this beautiful goddess, I could be any damn thing I wanted. And, as an added benefit, I could also allow my dominating side to slip free of the chains I kept him under. The perfect Aphrodite seemed a willing partner.
Which was why a mere touch of her heated skin had driven my cock to full attention and kept it there. She had that kind of effect on me. She knew it but didn’t act as if she had any intention of using it against me.
Or to get what she wanted. Either that or she was very happy with playing the subservient role.
While I doubted she’d ever call herself a submissive, her eagerness to please me was a powerful thing.
She kept her palms against the glass, studying my reflection.
With her chest rising and falling from the delicious combination of trepidation and eager anticipation, I was surprised I was willing to take as much time as I’d already done in achieving personal satisfaction.
Perhaps her eagerness was a tempting aphrodisiac, much like her scent had intoxicated me the moment she’d been within feet of me.
I could only wonder if she had any idea how much of a draw she’d become. After taking a deep breath, I rolled my fingers down her arm, savoring the rise of prickles on her naked skin.
She was truly a beautiful specimen of a woman, hard bodied as a dancer yet with just the right number of curves to fit my hands perfectly.
My mouth watered continuously from the taste of her sweet pussy. The nectar of the gods.
I’d never been accused of taking my time when exploring a woman’s body. That wasn’t how I was wired. I’d always told myself that the reason had everything to do with business and the dangers surrounding it.
Women. Children. Even pets were considered weakness. Much like gambling or being hooked on any drug or alcohol. Weaknesses were exploited and used by enemies, often in blackmailing scams.
What member of the Prince family hadn’t dug deep into a man’s filthiest proclivities? Those who managed to mask their needs at all times were the lucky ones. Those who openly expressed their hungers were the targeted ones.
Those irresponsible enough to fall in love were the broken ones.
Not something I allowed myself to be.
But again, in using the masks as a way of guarding and protecting my identity, I’d allowed myself the rare enjoyment of savoring…
patience. What a novel thought. Plus, with Aphrodite’s hourglass figure and long legs, I could spend hours learning every inch of her body, every nuance and even what made her tick.
Tsk. Tsk.
This wasn’t the start of something. This was a pleasurable blip in time.
When I slipped my hand between her legs, I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I was losing that concept of patience very quickly around her. It would seem the razor-thin line of remaining conscientiousness was overrated.
A quick chuckle was met with a flash of her eyes.
She’d questioned my motives all night, studying me for signs of danger.
I’d learned much about human psyche over the years, educating myself in the reasons for why people made certain choices.
Doing so had come in handy in dealing with enemies.
With her, I was able to smell her fear. Not of me as much as of the unknown.
She’d been hurt before. What I couldn’t decipher—and was none of my goddamn business—was whether it was from being jilted or something much worse. Whatever the situation, her nerves hadn’t prevented her from accepting my terms. I’d given her more than one out.
Something else unusual about my behavior.
Now she was mine. For one whole night. Another change in my behavior.
I never stayed the night.
Her sigh was heavy when I fingered her wet pussy.
She was tenser than before, her fingers slowly curling as her breath came in short bursts, steaming the window.
I didn’t need to see every inch of her face to know how nervous she was.
While she was not a virgin, I had the distinct feeling she wasn’t used to someone like me.
A man several years older who could break her without trying. Only why would I dare do something like that to a creature so precious.
With her back heaving, she rolled onto her toes, arching her back in a blatant invitation.
There were no additional words needed at this point. I rubbed my fingers down the length of my fully erect cock, stroking the tip, even squeezing until several drops of pre-cum oozed from the slit. No mask could hide her beauty, especially when she smiled.
I had a feeling she knew what I was doing, daring to lick her bottom lip in front of a monster.
She had no idea how much the simple gesture turned me on.
So much so, I couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as I pressed the length of my cock between her legs, she arched her back further, jutting her hips out.
She was so hot my skin was on fire, so wet that I longed to drive my tongue inside her tight channel all over again. But the need to bury my dick inside was too damn strong.
So I did.
I wasn’t gentle about my actions either.
Her moan was everything I’d wanted to hear, soft yet powerful. Like her, evocative in unimaginable ways. As soon as I’d plunged inside, her muscles clamped down with utter ferocity. A vise clamp that refused to let me go.
With my fingers digging into the skin of her hips, I yanked her away from the window. Using my knee, I kicked her legs even further apart while pressing one hand down on the small of her back.
The sound of her nails raking the glass pushed tingles down my spine. Even her guttural pants were in perfect rhythm to the classical music I’d chosen.
Every muscle in my body was tense, so much so breathing was already difficult. I’d never experienced such intense hunger in my life.
She pushed back against me, tossing her long hair from side to side in a delicate sweep. The gesture was meant to tempt me, a woman’s touch of passion, even considered foreplay, was a nuance I wasn’t good at playing.
Her body continued to tremble in my hold.
She was small and delicate in comparison to my bulked-up mass.
A reminder of how fragile she truly was.
Not that it stopped my brutal actions. That was impossible at this point.
I cracked my hand across her bottom several times, adoring both the sound of my palm smacking against her soft skin and the subsequent moans she couldn’t avoid.
Truth be told, I’d adored spanking her and hungered to do so again. Although next time with a belt. The thought of marking her skin lingered in the darkest reaches of my mind. Did that make me an even worse man than I’d admitted to being? Perhaps.
I shifted one hand until I was cupping her breast. My God, it fit perfectly as I’d suspected, so much so I slowed my savage fucking to savor the feel and the weight.
Her nipples were perfectly rosy and already so hard, but that didn’t stop me from flicking my finger across several times before pinching the tiny nub.
“Oh…” Her body stiffened as before and for whatever reason, she pushed herself away from the glass. She attempted to smother her subtle moans, but every syllable echoed in my ears. I wondered what kind of singing voice she had.
Every time she wiggled in my hold, I twisted and plucked her nipple, once again driving long and brutal strokes into her wetness.
My damn shaft continued to swell and lengthen, stretching her muscles. Fuck, I could easily lose my load and I had no intention of doing so this quickly.
Slowing the rhythm, I nuzzled into her neck, drinking in her perfume. No one should smell as delicious as she did.
When she squirmed against me, I nipped her earlobe. “Do you see them out there? The hundreds of pairs of eyes watching us? Wishing they were right here?”
While she shuddered in my hold, she held herself as aloft as my hold would allow. “Yes.”
Her defiance was as powerful as her scent. I cracked my hand against her bottom several additional times, marveling at how damn good she felt in my arms.
Through the shimmer of the neon lights casting against the full moon, her ivory skin seemed to glow, so luminous she didn’t seem real.
Her act of defiance continued, staring at me in the reflection with her mouth slightly askew. I’d be damned if she didn’t squeeze her muscles on purpose. I knew because of the slightly mischievous smile on her face.
Clench and release.
Clench and release.
She wanted to play the scenario that way, huh? Then I had no problem giving it to her as roughly as she could take.