Chapter 20 #2
He narrowed his eyes, grinning as he’d done so many times before. As hard and unapologetic as he could be, he was entirely playful in moments of passion.
“Now, who should be a good little girl if she wants her request granted?”
I tugged at his trousers, grumbling under my breath.
He finally pushed my hands away, taking a step backward. Wearing a controlling expression, he never blinked as he pushed the material over his carved hips.
Five seconds into his unveiling, I realized I’d been holding my breath, eager to see all of him. Every inch of my body ached, the longing more powerful than I’d known was possible. He took his sweet time, kicking off his loafers and leaning over to peel away his socks.
I struggled in the wrap of silk once again, shocked how strong the knot was. There was no getting out of this without his help.
While I continued to marvel that he wasn’t blinking, his expression changed, becoming more possessive.
When he was completely free of his clothes, he stood taller, taking a deep breath.
He waited as I allowed my gaze to fall, drinking in the breadth of him.
He was an incredible specimen of a man, perfect in every way.
Every muscle sculpted from time and effort.
Every bone carved from heritage and good genes.
Yet, his expression was hard, as if the years had been challenging.
When he closed the distance this time, there was no playfulness left.
Only the same aching need I’d felt the first time I’d laid eyes on him.
With my breathing ragged, a series of stars floated in front of my eyes. For minutes we were lost in the tingling effects of passion, a hunger that knew no bounds. He was only inches away, his chest rising and falling, yet there was a huge divide between us.
Somehow, he managed to crowd my space even more, so dominating in nature that I pressed my back against the wall. He lifted my arms, a slow and easy smile crossing his full lips. When he had them around his neck, the grin on his face widened.
“Now, I’m ready to fuck you.” He lifted me off the floor, forcing my legs around his, and after that, there was no foreplay left, no pretense of any kind.
He drove every inch of his massive dick into my pussy.
“Oh, yes. Yes…” The stars returned, filling my head with bright colors. With my wrists still bound, I was helpless to do anything but scratch my nails on his back. He was a willing partner, his face harboring the kind of lust only witnessed in porn movies.
We were locked together in a raging fit of near obsession, the need overwhelming everything else. He was everything I needed and impossible to ignore.
My muscles already ached, stretching to accommodate his size. I was so wet, hot all over with tiny beads of perspiration tickling the back of my neck.
He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching as he fucked me, the force continually driving me against the wall.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His crazed actions mirrored the rapid beating of my heart. The fog remained, swirling around my head as I clamped my knees against his muscular thighs.
With a slight tilt of my head, our lips touched, his tongue finding mine, dominating as usual. The kiss was sweet at first, a reminder of our intense connection, but there was an almost desperate need that hadn’t been there before.
He rolled onto the balls of his feet, switching the angle. Every sensation intensified, tiny prickles of electric vibrations dancing all the way to my toes. He planted both his hands on either side of me, rotating his hips and using the friction to keep me aloft.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, laughing nervously the moment he broke the kiss.
“Do you think I’d allow you to fall?”
His gruff voice was laced with innuendoes, the tone dripping with sensuality. I looked down on purpose, allowing a forced moan. He thrust hard and fast, pushing my limits. I was even more lightheaded, my body pushed into further bliss.
“I never know what to expect from you.” My words were breathless, but he narrowed his eyes as if taking what I said as a challenge.
As if to prove just how strong he was, he ripped me away from the wall, taking long strides into the middle of the room. Barely seconds after he dumped me onto all fours on the couch, he reached around me, easily untying the knot I’d almost used my teeth on.
However, he wasn’t finished with the prop just yet. He slid the colorful artistic silk around my neck, twisting the thin material several times. My God. He was using his own tie as a leash. He tightened the twist until I was forced to look straight ahead.
I felt every inch of hardness as he pressed his body against mine.
Leaning over, he raked hair from my face so he could whisper in my ear.
“You can expect that I’ll take every inch of you, enjoying every morsel, savoring every drop of your sweet nectar.
” The hard crack of his hand against my bottom forced a moan to slip past my lips.
“You can also expect that I’ll discipline you when necessary. ”
With the silk tight around my neck, as he leaned back, he tugged. The moment of breathlessness was invasive, leaving me aching all over. He wasn’t kidding with what he’d said, smacking my bottom several times, every crack of his hand stinging while also leaving my pussy throbbing more than before.
Another twist of his hand and the air was cut sharply, but instead of being terrified of what he was doing, I was more aroused. The tingling nettles of tiny pricks on my skin from lack of oxygen made me feel even more alive.
He knew exactly the amount of pressure to use, backing off at just the right moment. When he thrust his cock back into my pussy, I pitched my entire body backward to meet the brutal plunge. The clench and release of my pussy muscles pulled him in even deeper.
We rocked, Jaxon keeping a slow and steady rhythm, every thirty seconds smacking my bottom. The man had a metronome inside his head, marking time to perfection.
I was a live wire, shifting back and forth, bucking like a wild horse. The unbridled wash of heat and the way he fucked me were sheer perfection.
There was no way of knowing how long the incredible moment lasted, but my body was in desperate need, my pussy throbbing. Without any notice, an orgasm swept through me, pushing every limit.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He laughed softly, riding me even harder. The punishment grew rougher, his fucking even more savage and my needs turned purely carnal. His hold never lessened, the sound of our rough sex permeating the air.
Another climax swept through me and that was the very second that I sensed he was unable to hold back any longer.
I could sense every muscle in his body stiffening, the hard push for satisfaction pushing several guttural sounds from his chest.
“Fuck. So tight. So fucking wet,” he muttered. He dug his fingers into my hip, twisting the tie once again as he rode me long and hard, refusing to let go.
Refusing to give up full control.
But even the powerful man couldn’t hold back forever.
With a distinct roar, he erupted deep inside.
Filling me with his seed.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his body shaking in time with mine. The heat was incredible, close to being suffocating.
Just catching my breath was difficult. Every muscle tingled, every inch of skin was as if on fire.
He wrapped his body around mine much like he’d done before. Only there was a change, an even more possessive nature with his hold. He nuzzled into my neck, every noise primal and as full of promises as the action of fucking me.
“Mine.” The single word whispered wasn’t merely a statement for his benefit, it was a promise made.
He’d laid claim.
“Why New Orleans?”
Jaxon’s deep baritone cut through the quiet reverence. Other than the sweet sounds of Zorro snoring and the lovely strains of classical music adding to the peaceful moment, there’d been no noise for over an hour.
We’d enjoyed nothing but being together, which surprised me more than anything. I didn’t feel pressure nor had I experienced any fear.
He’d taken my duffle bag with what few items meant anything to me to a gorgeous room on the second floor.
When I’d tried to tell him for a third time I had no intention of staying, he simply gave me a look that quietly yet effectively dominated the silence and managed without fanfare to get his point across.
I was going nowhere.
Was I aware the same questions hovered over me, a guillotine with a sharp blade should my secret be exposed? Absolutely, but for now, the comfort and seductive moment of shared intimacy seemed to be enough.
I rolled over as much as the cramped confines would allow, peering up at him. Covered in a soft blanket, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was somewhere that almost seemed like where I belonged.
With his long hair completely tousled, I was fairly certain he was the sexiest man alive. Unable to resist, I rolled my pinky across the chiseled edge of his jaw, inhaling his intense aftershave while the dark stubble tickled my skin. “Would you believe me if I said because they asked?”
He laughed and the moment he shifted, I was deliciously reminded of how explosive the passion between us. His cock was almost fully aroused, enough that when I moved my hips back and forth, his upper lip curled in frustration.
“Yes, I would. But why leave New York if it wasn’t about these thugs you mentioned.”
Sighing, I could see the glimmer in his eyes.
This was his way of reminding me I needed to expound on my truths.
“I was frustrated for months, passed over several times for a promotion to principal dancer. One night after consuming wine, I sent off several resumes. San Francisco. Los Angeles. Miami. Even the Bolshoi if you can believe it. Funny thing. I can’t remember sending an inquiry to New Orleans. ”