Chapter Thirty-One
Jax
“ T oo tight?” she asked.
“No, Mistress,” I said, my eyes drinking her in as she moved around my room.
I was completely naked, my hands tied over my head to my headboard with my legs stretched out in front of me. Thanh was wearing her red silk robe, naked underneath, as she rummaged through my toy box. When she came up with a thigh grinder I groaned, my phallus leaking on my thighs. We hadn’t wasted much time getting naked and talking boundaries, but it still felt as if I’d spent hours rock hard and denied release. Now, I was going to have to watch Thanh ride my thigh, unable to touch her or myself.
And the anticipation was already driving me fucking crazy.
“Safe word?” she asked as she strapped the grinder to my thigh.
“Nova,” I rasped out.
She gave the ropes a little pull and then placed a slow, hard kiss to my mouth. My hands jerked in their bonds, dying to touch her already.
“You like watching me get off, don’t you?” she asked, untying her robe.
“More than anything, Mistress.”
“Good, because tonight, you’re going to watch. And if you’re a good boy, you can fill me up until your cum is dripping down my thighs. But, if you do anything to make yourself come before I’m ready for you to, then I’ll get a cock ring, and make you watch me fuck myself with your toys, and my fingers, all night.”
My face was hot and my cock was actually so hard it was painful. I needed to feel her wet heat surrounding me, to have the sting of her nails score my skin and I needed it now. But I nodded all the same.
“Words, snookums.”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”
“Poor baby,” she pouted, mounting my thigh and holding my face in one hand, “you’re so hard, aren’t you? So very desperate for my cunt.”
Her fingers trailed down my neck as she descended onto the grinder and impaled herself, her knees on either side of my leg on the bed. The groan that fell from her lips had me whimpering as my cock leaked more precum. I was sticky with it as it dripped down my length and I knew it was only going to get worse. Especially as her hand traveled down my chest now, fingernails just barely scratching me. One of her gorgeous thighs was almost touching my phallus, all I’d have to do was move a little…
But I resisted, knowing that it wouldn’t take much at all for me to explode at this point. My muscles started to shake with the effort of holding myself in place as Thanh began to grind down more. The thigh grinder she chose had a dildo that was ridged like my cock, with a small clitoral stimulator. I looked down to see the stimulator nestled through her folds and against that precious pearl of hers, as the replica of my cock slid in and out of her. Her breasts gave the smallest bounce every time she writhed down, the pert dusky nipples begging for my mouth.
It was sweetest torture watching her pleasure herself like this and I couldn’t look away. It was so filthy, so intoxicating to be able to watch how uninhibited Thanh was.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she demanded, her voice dark and sensual.
“How beautiful you are getting off, how much I wish it was my dick inside of you.”
“Jealous of this?” she picked up her pace, hips rolling forward.
“Yes…I want to be inside of you so bad.”
“Will you give me your knot tonight?”
As she asked that sacred question, her fingertips playing with the skin just above my knot, teasing me with denied stimulation.
“Yes…I’ve wanted to knot you for days now…I can’t wait to squeeze it into your tight cunt.”
She threw her head back and started fucking herself in earnest now. One hand was entwined with mine tied overhead, while the other started to torment my dick with soft grazes up and down.
“Thanh…please…please I need…”
I clenched my jaw, on the brink and holding myself back by a miracle.
“Beg me…more,” she said, the word coming out as a breathless command.
Her mouth gaped as the sobbing whimper I adored dripped from her honeyed mouth. I devoured the sound, claiming it for my own. She shook on my thigh, her fingers digging into my hand and other thigh as her release tore through her.
“Please,” I said again, whimpering.
By now, my cock was an absolute mess of precum and sweat dotted my brow from the effort of holding back.
“I need your pussy, Mistress, please.”
“Where do you need my pussy?”
“Around my aching cock.”
She hummed in response and ran her palm up the underside of my shaft. My hips bowed off the bed and a vulgar groan rolled up my throat.
“You’ve been so good,” she crooned, unstrapping the thigh grinder and tossing it to the floor. “I want one more thing, and I promise you’ll love it.”
She pulled two ends of the rope and it fell away from my hands. It was taking everything I had not to grab her when she backed away from me, crooking her finger. I crawled across the bed on my hands and knees until I got the to end where she stood, thighs shining with her cum, the scent musky and perfect. She gripped my throat with her little hand and put just enough pressure to make it feel on the edge of dangerous.
“You’re so sexy like this,” she whispered, “panting and crawling after me. Lick my pussy, and then I’ll let you fuck me.”
I flipped onto my back, my head on the end of the bed just before she straddled my face. I was starting to become obsessed with this position. I licked and suckled her clit and pussy like a mad man, pushing two fingers into her soaked channel and thrusting up hard.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, egging me on while her thighs trembled. She was so sensitive already that it took almost no time for her to explode in my mouth. I lapped up her juices, savoring every single drop.
“Good…boy,” she panted. “Now, pick your position, whatever you want.”
“You on your hands and knees,” I said, getting off the bed with shaky legs.
She jumped onto the bed, her ass pointed at me. When she tossed her chestnut hair and looked over her shoulder, I gasped. She was flushed and sweaty, the exoskeleton on her back stood out in stark contrast to the scars, reminding me of the strength of this tiny woman. My mate, my fucking everything.
“I love you,” I said, my voice shattering as I plunged into her in one swift thrust.
She grunted, low and obscene as I fucked her savagely. I couldn’t do anything else, not after how she’d wound me up. Our bodies smacked against one another, her ass jiggling with each impact, breasts swaying. Our shouts and cries mingled into a symphony and I couldn’t distinguish the sounds.
“Love you…love you,” I said over and over as I fucked her, my promise and my most precious truth.
“Jax…I…Oh I…!”
I reached around and found her clit peeking out of its hood and pressed on it with hard, fast circles. Her mouth gaped and her cunt milked me as heat scorched my insides and I exploded inside of her.
Over and over I filled her and just when I thought it wouldn’t stop, I pushed one last time, my knot sealing into her tight hole. Then it started all over again, only this time white flashes erupted behind my eyes and Thanh let out keening cries of nonsensical words. All I could do was hold her flesh in my hands and trail kisses up and down her back around the exoskeleton, my knot pulsing inside of her. The orgasm went on and on until there was so much cum it was even leaking out around my knot.
“I…I’ve never…,” she whispered.
“I know, that was…,” I looked down and my knot was still quite inflated. “I don’t know how long this lasts.”
We both let out a raspy chuckle.
“I don’t mind, I love you having inside of me.”
I seized her mouth with mine, and swore more cum flowed from my dick.
Very carefully, we managed to lay down on the bed, her back to my front. I held her tight against me, our legs and arms tangled up together. This was the most peaceful I’d ever felt, the most connected to anyone ever.
We lay like that, wrapped in the comfortable silence until my knot deflated. Even then, neither of us wanted to get up. We’d fought hard for this. First against one another, then against our feelings. And finally against outside forces that tried to take her from me. We deserved to lay in bed for at least a week wringing pleasure out of one another. I highly doubted we’d get a week though, so I was going to stretch out every single second that I could.
“You’ve made a mess of me,” Thanh said, turning around to face me.
Her mons and thighs were coated in my cum and a primal pride made me grin.
“I’ll clean you up in the tub, but I hope a lot of it stays inside of you.”
“I never thought I’d want a male with that kind of possessiveness, but fuck me, it’s hot when you do it.”
“Good because I have a feeling it will only get worse.”
Our fingers trailed light touches up and down one another’s bodies, legs tangling once more. I could’ve laid there with her all night, never needing anything else except her next to me.
“Have you ever knotted anyone before?” she asked, voice hesitant.
“No, it’s special for Zorestrans. We only do it with our mate.”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned up at me.
“You love that, don’t you?” I asked with a wide smile.
“I do. I love being that special.”
“There were always partners that had wanted it, and I almost shared it with Sherrod but…I don’t know, something held me back. And now I know why. It was because it belonged to you and only you.”
“I never knew how romantically sappy you were.”
My jaw dropped in mock offense and I tackled her to the mattress.
“Sappy? Excuse me, but who used to quote sonnets as examples of true love?”
“That’s different, that was poetry.”
“Uh-huh.”
Her nimble fingers toyed with the base of my horns while I drank her in.
“You know,” she said, “it’s incredible that we managed to find our way back to one another after the Academy, much less love one another. Kinda makes me believe in fate or Ancestors.”
I slid off to the side so I wouldn’t crush her and rested my hand on her torso just under her round tits.
“I’ve thought so many times that the Ancestors didn’t care about me,” I admitted, “wondering why they’d deny me the ability to know my family. But now…well, I think they do care. I think they knew if I had those answers, I would’ve chosen a different path and not found you.”
Thanh’s face softened right before she caressed my lips with hers.
“See? I told you, sappy,” she whispered.
“You know what else I am?”
“What?”
“Starved.”
I scooped her up over my shoulder before she could stop me.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up so I can eat.”
“You already ate,” she said with a deep chuckle.
I swatted her plump ass and relished her shriek.
“And I intend to do more of that later. But right now, I need more sustenance if I’m going to make it through the next two or three rounds.”
“I like the way you think…King Jax.”
“And I like the way you make me feel, Queen Thanh.”
“That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“Maybe I should stick with princess then.”
“Go ahead, snookums, see what happens,” she said, slapping me playfully on the ass when I set her down.
I may not have known how all of this was going to play out in the future, if we’d be at war with the K’Tavi or not, and a million other things. But I knew that life with Thanh would never, ever be boring.
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