20. Jax
20
JAX
T his girl with her never ceasing suicidal challenges was going to kill me.
After laying down a dare like that she leaned back like the cat got the cream and fucking waited .
Like she knew she had me by the literal balls and I’d do anything to please her. The damned thing? She was fucking right. So I did the only thing I could do. I crawled back between her legs where I’d been when she collapsed from the strength of her orgasm, and gave her another one.
This time while she lay safely on the floor while I scratched and pinched the fuck out of her, warming her beautiful, oh so fucking pale skin up until she warmed beautifully beneath my hands. And then, right as she began to gush hot cream beneath my tongue again, I backed off.
“What are you doing,” she mumbled sleepily, trying to put two and two together and coming up with zero.
Zero orgasms, that was.
“Making you come without my tongue baby,” I promised silkily. “You wanted to do this my way, right?”
“Yes, but–”
I leaned down and kissed her mouth hard, pushing my tongue in slathered with the tasted of her and made it messy as fuck, knowing it pushed her boundaries. It didn’t matter how much she wasn’t going to like it, because I didn't care right now. We were going to be doing a lot of that, pushing out boundaries, finding out what normal looked like for us. Because if we were doing this thing, it would be in a place where we both got off, or not at all.
And that meant showing her all of me.
Darkness, sick as fuck. All of it.
“Shhh, bee girl. The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is your screams when you feel the sting, ‘kay?”
She blinked groggily at me. “Jax–”
I smiled, and raised my hand. “No more than five.”
“Five wha–”
I slapped her pussy with my whole hand, knowing it wouldn't take all five to bring her off in her state.
Her body arched as the sound of flesh on wet flesh ricocheted off walls. That pretty back bowed, her swollen, tortured flesh pinking so prettily. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. One hand slapped the floor before she came back to earth, breathing hard through her nose as she stared at me wide eyed.
“What was that?”
“One.”
I slapped her again.
Same result, this time with sound. I got to witness it all again, but I was ready this time and delivered a double at the height of her arc.
That’s all it took.
Her mouth widened and I wished I was placed better because damned if I didn’t want to fill her swollen pink lips while her pussy wept fucking gallons as she came for me. A soft whining sound left her lips. I bent over her when she returned to Earth, playing gently with her stinging flesh, and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Such a good girl. Four more to go.”
“Four?” she watched me owlishly as I pushed her thighs out with my knees, settling in.
I smiled gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll get the carpet cleaned afterward. Who knew such a beautiful, conservative biologist could squirt?” I gestured to the front of my jeans, soaked from her releases.
Her cheeks blazed as she writhed on the floor. I caught her hands, pinning them firmly, without doing further damage to her wound, and smirked, mentally adding humiliation to her kink list.
If she wouldn’t tell me what was on that list of hers, I’d go through them one at a time and knock them off myself. I had a feeling we’d bee–ha, pun–for a long damn time and that she’d be in a serious amount of drenched trouble before we were done.
Around the time the sun came up, along with her.
And maybe, if she was in a forgiving mood, she’d let me come, too.
I had no doubts about where I stood on the pecking order. But right now this was about letting her understand she had no boundaries with me and that I'd do anything for her, not break her.
Even if it took eight hours for that to happen.
Which was why I wasn't so sure how forgiving she’d be when that clock ran out.
“Let me up,” she spat, her cheeks whitening when she pulled against the bracelets my hands made around hers and realized they wouldn't budge. “This isn’t how tonight plays out, Palmer.”
I laughed at her, enjoying the honeyed scent of her arousal as it heightened. “Oh, isn’t it? You thought all the control would be yours, my Queen? Strange how things turn out when we don’t expect.”
Keeping my voice light and my gaze hooded, I worked my fingers into her drenched, tight pussy, playing with her rather than aiming to give her pleasure. Just using her as a toy, because the motion edged both of us, adding to the tease, and made her an object, keeping her in that strange headspace where she wasn’t sure how I viewed her.
A soft moan slipped from her lips before she clamped them shut. “Fuck you, Jax,” she whispered, her eyes glazing.
I tapped her clit in a series of short spanks, inhaling her cries and pants, but it wasn’t enough to get her off, and we both knew it. Her hips humped the air against my hand as I laughed softly at her efforts, toying with her and spreading her hot slick around. A single tear gathered at the corner of her eye and trickled along her cheek. I licked that up too, savoring the taste.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I flicked silk rope out of my jacket pocket–something I’d kept around her for a while now, wondering if I’d get to use it with her or if she’d never play with me the way I wanted.
If I’d have to take what I needed.
From the whites of her eyes, we were down to that second option.
“Please, Jax,” she breathed, her pupils dilating. Arousal and fear were a heady mix for my girl. “I’m sorry I swore at you.”
I paused halfway through doubling the rope over with one hand, holding her down with the other–no mean feat–and let surprise ripple over my face. “Is that what you think will work? And here I thought tonight was all about begging.”
And it was. For me–not her. But she didn't need to know that detail just yet.
“I–” her determination, or maybe her new found confidence–failed her as she gaped at me.
I fought the urge to fill that pretty mouth with my cock yet again, suppressing my need to focus on her. “You’ve been so good, little Queen. Play with me a little while longer,” I whispered, binding her arms in a pretty set of gauntlets between her breasts that avoided her bandaged by artistic design. I wished I'd brought my paints with me, but I had something else in mind. A tug, and the sheer blouse she wore tore down the middle. She looked so damn tempting half dressed and half exposed so I left her like that, grazing my palms over her nipples and stroking the undersides of her breasts, smiling when she gasped her pleasure at the lightest touches.
“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” I murmured reverently.
She stared at me like she’d never seen me before and let me finish the tie, closing her fingers gently around mine in a sign of trust. The tiny gesture nearly shattered me, knowing she didn’t give that easily. I pressed kisses along the sides of her bandages and rolled her gently onto her stomach, keeping a hand beneath her chin for support.
My other reached for the collection of mismatched, fluffy cushions that decorated the sofa. Those I tucked around and beneath her in a pasha collection, letting her rock until she was comfortable.
Then I left her with a tender kiss behind her ear, drawing a whimper from her, and went to collect the bag she hadn’t seen beside the door.
My inks and tattoo equipment wasn’t cheap crap, but though I might call myself an artist, this wasn’t my best medium. I might be covered in the stuff, though most of that was professionally done by others. The few attempts I had at myself were covered up by other designs, bar a few.
Tonight, I knew what I wanted to do, and she’d put up with it.
“Trust me,” I whispered as I prepared her skin without telling her anything else. “And don’t move.” I didn’t have a stencil, and I’d be free handing it.
She rested her head to one side, not watching me or asking anything and I took the additional sign of trust as a massive step in the direction I needed her mindset to be in.
Sucking in a long breath, I started my work. Her face scrunched and she let out some of the cutest noises but she didn’t wriggle, didn’t pull away apart from one or two reflex actions, and behaved so beautifully for me.
I took my time, and did the work I needed across the back of one thigh and higher up, knowing how tender the flesh was there.
She shuddered as I finished, and cleaned her up, grabbing a mirror to show her over her shoulder, but she was way ahead of me as always.
“It's the bee’s flight pattern. The one you fixed in my book,” she mumbled, almost sleepily into the pillows.
“Yeah.” I sat back, stunned she’d been able to pick that out amongst all the other sensations, and on her first time.
She giggled. “You’re not subtle, Jax.”
“Apparently not.” I kissed her shoulder. “Am I forgiven?”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“We don’t all get what we want.”
“But it is your turn to beg.”
“Yes, Queen. It is.” I paused as I finished packing my things away and rested my hands on the pillows either side of her head to kiss along her neck and shoulders.
“That feels good,” she sighed, settling in.
“You like that, huh?” I reached below her and pulled a string to release her arms.
She shifted those out to stretch but not that far, still tucked into a ball. “All of it. Love it. Like I love you.”
I froze at the murmured confession. “All that, huh?”
I tried to make light of her words, and step away, but she wasn’t having it.
“Get back here, Jax,” her tone turned stern.
“I need to clean up.” It wasn’t a lie. I needed a moment.
Or ten.
She loved me. I knew truth when I heard it, and she gave me everything I wanted. So why was I hiding from her in a tiny bathroom when she was lying on pillows I arranged carefully in the other room?
A knock on the door told me she was most definitely not waiting where I left her at all. “Jax.”
“Nearly done,” I lied, cleaning my hands as fast as I could with limited supplies, and no intention of ruining their bathroom.
“Let me in.” She jiggled the door I thought I’d locked and popped it open.
“Aren’t you the little criminal.” I turned to face her all blitzed out and a little wild haired. She was naked from the waist down and her blouse hung in shreds between her breasts, exposing their sweeping curves I wanted to pinch and squeeze.
Still looked sexy as all fuck to me.
She shrugged. “That door doesn’t actually lock. Kinda like most of our stuff. The main door does, though, and that’s the one that matters.”
My vision zoned in on her. “You know you’re going to have to give up living in this shitty place and come share my attic.”
“Now there’s an invitation a girl can’t resist,” she said playfully, rolling her eyes. “Jax, I can’t leave Celia living here on her own.”
I mimicked her shrug. “Then I guess I need to find her a place to stay too because this place should be demolished.”
Her nose wrinkled but she didn’t fight me for once. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I raised both eyebrows and crooked a finger. “Come here and say that again,” I demanded.
Waverly giggled, the sweetest goddam sound, and I was instantly hooked on it. Needed more of those in my life.
“I said, okay, Jax.” She raised her arms, damaged one and all, and looped them around my neck, arching so her half concealed breasts brushed my naked chest. “I’ll share your…attic,” she breathed seductively into my ear.
I wanted nothing more than to sweep her onto the bench top and fuck her hard right then and there, make her squeal and clench and squirt, but I’d just tattooed her and she’d left hospital less than twelve hours ago.
Not the best option.
I settled for claiming her mouth in a hard, fast kiss and turning her to face the mirror, placing her hands in the center. “Don’t move these, or I’ll be spanking that pussy until you can’t come from it anymore. Got it?” I licked a path along the slope of her shoulder as she moaned for me and brought her good hand back to my cock that wept behind black denim wet from her releases earlier as well as copious amounts of my own precum. “Tell me what you need, Queen. If you want me to fuck you, I’ll go gentle and be careful not to bump the work I’ve just done.” I placed a hand on the hip free of ink, pressing my leg to the outside of hers, showing her how we could manage in our reflections.
“Jax–”
I shushed her for a second. “Soon, Queen. But if you want to deny me–it’s your right and you know I enjoy the pain too, and suffering for you. I’ll lick you and finger you until you can’t stand, then I’ll tuck you into bed and keep you safe tonight.”
“Every night?” Her blown out eyes met mine in the mirror, completely undecipherable.
I held my breath. “Yes, Queen. Every night for as long as you need me.”
She nodded, nibbling her bottom lip. “And none of that will ruin the work you just did?”
My chest glowed that she cared. “No, Queen.” I pressed a sweet kiss behind her ear to the music of her sighs. “I’ll go careful, and you’ll still get plenty of pleasure.”
She smiled, tipping her head back onto my shoulder and gazing up at me. “Then fuck me, Jax. Please,” she begged.
My cock strained to bursting point as I swallowed my instant need to plunge balls deep into her tight, gushing pussy. “Yes, ma’am.” I kissed her as I freed myself, fumbling with my jeans and hands that refused to cooperate in my haste.
She laughed at my struggle in a way that only served to harden my cock. I recited some of the stupid fucking facts she taught me over the last months in our tutoring sessions in my head as a distraction. When I had control over myself again, I fisted my length, lining up with her and pushed my cock head against her entrance.
Her eyes flew wide in the mirror, her hands still where I told her to put them. “Aren’t you going to use–” she started.
I bared my teeth at her. “Not part of our negotiations, Queen.” I thrust forward before she could argue further, shattering her boundaries and claiming her.
My brand of love looked different to what she might expect. That didn’t make it any less intense.
A strangled scream filled the room as I moved within her, keeping my hips angled away from the tender, freshly inked skin as she moaned for me. Her hot little pussy clenched down on my cock, milking me from the moment I sank into her.
“God, yes,” she moaned, pushing her hips back, lost in the moment, as dazed with need as me. “More, Jax. Deeper. Please. ” Her pleas coated my mind with a blanket of lust.
I growled under my breath, determined to not lose my shit with her tonight, though I was already so close on edge. That sweet, warm body of hers enveloped me in all the best ways as I angled myself just right to keep her safe, while hitting all the spots inside her that left her back arching, nipples tight and straining forward, and her swollen lips parted.
She creamed on my cock almost as much as she screamed while I stopped myself from coming by a set of fresh miracles and a dose of superhuman effort because–
“Damn, Queen. This pussy is designed to drive a man mad,” I rasped, closing one hand around her breast and pinching her nipple until she twisted, rolling her shoulders in protest.
A high whine emitted from her but her tight pussy told me she liked the pressure just fine.
“Please, I need you to fill me. I want to drip with you,” she whispered, her face flaming.
I stared at her reflection as her pink tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip. Those perfect eyes met mine, and held.
“That’s what was on your kink list.” The realization rocked me, and a tingling started beneath my balls, rocketing upward in a way no amount of homework recitals could prevent. “You like to be covered in— Fuck, ” I roared, gripping her shoulder and shoving myself root deep as I stained her insides white.
She trembled, her lips parting in a pretty ‘o’ shape as she came with me, milking my cock in long ripples as her walls tortured me within an inch of my sanity.
“I love you, Queen,” I murmured into her hair, holding her upright as she sagged over the sink. “I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” she whispered tiredly, shivering through a series of aftershocks that drew a deep groan from me.
I nodded, gathering her to me and pulling my cock from her body. It was all too easy to enjoy the way my seed dripped along her inner thighs, knowing that was one fetish I’d take to the extreme with her any fucking day.
“Forever,” I promised, scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
She purred softly on my shoulder through the next hours where I stared into her stunning face, and thanked her with gentle kisses and soft strokes over her hair for letting me into her life.
Utter perfection.
My Queen.