Chapter 5
I can’t say January was particularly enjoyable for me. For the first week I wasn’t allowed to leave my room at all. To my irritation, guards were positioned at my door day and night in rotating shifts, one inside and another outside of the room. I was never alone.
They even attempted to follow me to the bathroom but after threatening to parade in the nude in front of everyone, Jax caved and let me bathe in peace. Sort of. From then on, he saw to me personally everytime I needed to take a shower, no guards allowed. He set up a chair outside the bathroom facing directly at the shower, swearing to me he was doing it for my protection and was only going to look, not touch.
At first I was embarrassed and shy stripping down in front of him, but knowing he could only see me vaguely through the fogged up glass gave me at least a little protection. I was still seething, but in my solidarity, I had plenty of time planning his demise, imagining all the ways I could torture him.
Due to the doctor's orders, I had been given an assortment of therapeutic oils to use in the shower, ranging from camomille to sage. Drizzling the honeyed liquid to my hands, the smell of lavender filled the room as I lathered it all over my body. I kneaded my muscles, ran my fingers over my cuts and bruises and attended to every bit of my skin all the while Jax watched me silently.
The following week, my anger had subsided and I had grown boulder, more daring in the shower. I massaged my neck and breasts, pinched my hardening nipples and circled them long and intensively. A moan rippled out of my lips as my hand traveled past my stomach and over my mound. Using my fingers, I parted my lips and dipped them inside my already needy pussy. It had been too long since the last time I had come.
Despite Jax’s best efforts to act like my movements didn’t affect him, I could tell his mask had begun to crack. As I lathered myself with soap, his eyes darkened, following the trail of my hands massaging my breasts. I bit my lip, hiding my satisfaction knowing he was getting hot and bothered in his seat while watching me pleasure myself. I made sure not to spare him from my moans as I came on my fingers. His chair was empty by the time I stepped out of the shower.
In the third week I left the shower door open and put on the show of my life. I was done playing games. I was going to break him. My confinement had remained strict and unrelenting and I desperately needed some air without being watched constantly.
In preparation I had put on the sexiest lingerie I owned made of very thin lace that was almost see through. Jax placed the chair in its usual spot as I slowly got undressed one piece of clothing at a time, starting with the buttons of my shirt. One by one they popped open, revealing more and more of my lace bra hidden underneath. My nipples were already hard and poking small peaks through the fabric.
Jax’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenched and I could already see the small twitch in his pants. I was going to torture him in the most delicious way possible. Turning around I threw the shirt to the side, undid the clasp, tossing my bra too and then proceeded to undo my jeans. I made sure to bend low, removing my pants, giving him a good view of my round ass.
His eyes burned a hole in my thong so I made quick work to remove it and hopped in the shower. The water made my skin prickly and my nipples harden even more before I adjusted the temperature. The scent of jasmine filled my nostrils as steam rose in the room. Standing under the rain shower, I began the slow dance on my skin with my fingers.
Knowing Jax was watching me gave me such a rush I could feel it down to my core. Never before had my pussy throbbed with such aching need for a touch, a man’s touch, his touch.
I rubbed my nipples and massaged my breasts, giving them the attention they had been craving for so long; and I knew Jax was enjoying watching me as I heard a low growl coming from his direction. Good, keep your eyes on me. Because that’s all you ever do, just watch. Coward. I’m going to destroy you.
Turning to face the wall, I pressed my heated cheek against the tiles and bent over, showing him everything I was doing to myself; wishing it was him. My pussy was slick from my own juices mixing with the water and shower oil, which made it easy to slide my fingers in. With slow circular motions, I tease my clit while drawing more and more slickness from my opening.
Another pained groan reached my ears and I peered over my shoulder to find Jax, who was biting his fist, unable to tear his eyes away from me. He was so close to his breaking point, I was sure of it. He was stroking his cock through his pants, clearly showing the effect I had on him. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my lips, tasting my own juices .
The chair flew backwards with a clang and Jax’s hands were on me a second later. He pressed me against the tiles with his body and I felt his hands wrap around my torso, cupping my breasts. His mouth was everywhere. He was all lips, teeth and tongue, tasting me for the first time in weeks. It was like fireworks had lit up my skin. A moan left my lips as he sucked on the sensitive flesh on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Mmh, what are you doing to me, wife?” He murmured next to my ear, his voice all husky and full of lust. I felt every vibration of his words, like a tantalizing wave playing with my senses. It was just like I remembered it and more.
“Nothing. You are touching me .” A voice not my own answered, breathy and shaken. His hands had laid claim on my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers like two little pearls they were. I hardly recognized the woman I had become, so needy, so desperate for him.
“As if you haven’t been teasing me this entire time begging for me to touch you. To pleasure you.” His hands moved lower, following the contours of my curves as if to memorize every dip and slope of my hips and ass, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The shower did nothing to ease the sensation left on my skin.
“And what if I have?” His body engulfed me. He didn’t seem to care that his clothes were completely soaked from the shower and it turned me on even more. Him fully clothed and me completely naked in front of him. “You don’t want me anyway.”
“Is that what you want, dear wife , to be pleased? To be touched ?” His hands caressed my back, ass and thighs without going anywhere near where I needed him the most. He made sure his fingers never came closer than an inch from my pussy. And if only he had moved just a little further, he would have known just how badly I wanted him to touch me; how wet I was for him. “To be fucked?”
“Yes.” The word flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to catch myself. He was playing me, skillfully so and I was putty in his hands. Within minutes I had become needy and wanting all because of his attentive touch and low rumbling voice. His actions were every bit as commanding as were his words. “Please.”
“Hmm, how could I deny my wife pleasure when you ask so nicely?”
With one hand, he gathered my hair in his fist and pulled me towards him, forcing me to arch my back. My ass protruded out and grinded against his erection, earning me another growl from Jax. A slap echoed on the walls along with my voice as Jax brought down his hand, branding my ass cheek with his print. The skin felt scorched, but just as the tingling soothed down, he did it again, and again and again, till I was mewling with pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fuck. I could get used to seeing my marks on you. You look absolutely gorgeous with my hand right here.” He traced the outline of the heated print on my ass, settling the pain. It sounded like he was enjoying it. I sounded like a mess, heaving against the tile, shivering and shaking with anticipation for the next one, knowing my pussy was completely soaked and not because of the shower raining down on us. “Should I stop?”
“Yes. I mean no. I- ah!” Another strike connected with my cheek making it jiggle. He left his hand on my skin, feeling the print that was forming on it like a signature. He was marking me as his. “Jax. I’m begging you.”
“Begging for what, Katy? I would love to paint my marks all over this sexy body of yours.”
I peered over my shoulder to look at him as he trailed off. He seemed to be admiring the handprint he had left on my skin next to the old scars made by my father. With one finger he traced the white lines on my back and counted them silently. Something in the moment had shifted and his mood suddenly changed. For the first time his stoic expression was gone, replaced by something resembling remorse.
“No one else will lay their hands on you ever again. I’ll fucking kill them. Every single one that has ever hurt you will be dead.”
“You don’t think they are hideous?” I said turning to face him. Water cascaded down his dark hair in small droplets, drizzling onto my face as his heated stare scorched my skin. He seemed to search for more marks, which I knew there would be plenty, all over my arms, legs and torso. His fingers touched the branding scar on my chest I had covered with a tattoo years ago in memory of my mother.
“I could never think you are hideous.” His hands wrapped around me as his lips fell on my chest, right where the ink was. With a moan, I surrendered to his mercy as his lips danced on my skin, kissing and sucking everywhere he could reach. The closer he got to my mouth, the more urgent the kisses became.
In this ravenous heat, I peeled off his wet shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room while placing a trail of kisses on his pecs and abs. He was covered in ink, more than I had scars, and it made him look sexy as hell. I made a mental note to one day discover them all. But I was in a frenzy and needed some release.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ve seen all of me. Now I want to see you.” I slid down to my knees, letting my hands travel along his body, stopping at his belt. “Hold still.”
“Are you giving me orders, wife?”
“You can stop me at any point if you don’t like it.” I raised my brow and gave him a little smirk as my fingers made quick work on his buckle loosening his belt. His pants came down a little with a tug, revealing black boxers that left zero for the imagination. He was large, just like I had imagined it, and the fabric was barely able to hold his erection .
My fingers dug under the wristband and pulled down, releasing his dick from its confinement. Immediately I was enthralled by the sheer size of it, complemented with veins and-.
“It’s pierced? Wow. I’ve never seen one before.” Leaning in, I placed a kiss next to the piercing and licked my way up all the way to the tip. I could feel Jax’s body tremble, and looking up, I noticed he was leaning against the tile, shielding me from the downpour. How can this conflicting man be so thoughtful?
I did it again, slowly licking along his full length, trailing his veins with my tongue and circling the tip, finally sucking it in my mouth. He tasted salty and a little bit like the shower oils. I slid in as much as I could of his length and moaned when the velvety tip hit the back of my throat. The vibrations caused Jax to curse out and thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock even deeper.
My eyes watered. I could barely breathe. But I refused to gag, letting him think I couldn’t handle his size. Pulling out, he thrust in again, grinding the piercing along my tongue. He repeated the motion over and over again till I was a blubbering mess and covered in drool mixed with his precum. Sensing his climax approaching, I wrapped both of my hands around his cock and began pumping, slowly mimicking the rhythm with my mouth.
“Fuck. Don’t stop.” Jax grunted above me, leaning his head against the tiles. With his hands, he guided my actions, leading me to work at a rapid pace. There was no way I was stopping now.
His breaths became shallow. I kept one hand on his cock, rubbing him with a tight grasp and let the other one fall down to my pussy.
Spreading my lips, I felt the overwhelming slickness dripping out of it, soaking my fingers so I could easily rub circles around my swollen clit. I was so turned on I knew I was close to my orgasm and based on the ragged sounds above me, so was Jax. His body had gone rigid. He groaned, fisting my hair as I milked his cock even faster.
I worked my fingers deeper into my pussy, thrusting them in and out in the same rhythm as I did rubbing his cock. With one last jerk of his hips, he shot hot cum in my mouth, roaring from the power of his orgasm. Soon after I reached my own climax and moaned in pleasure with his cock still in my mouth.
When he finally pulled away and released me from his grasp, the cum spilled out of my mouth and dribbled down my jaw. Jax panted heavily, sliding down the wall to join me on the floor. The rain shower felt like a warm drizzle washing away the mess we had created.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
“I don’t think you want to know.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes wanting to bask in the afterglow for a moment longer.
“You’re probably right. I might have to kill every single one that has ever done that with you, too.”
“It’s for the best. I don’t even remember half of them.”
I swallowed down the chuckle thinking someone would be jealous of the people I had slept with in the past, people that didn’t matter anymore, people that hadn’t left a lasting expression.
“Besides, you can’t go off killing everyone who has had something to do with me in my lifetime. It would be a massacre and outright impossible.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No. Please don’t go killing people just because you can.”
“Well now you are putting me in a hard spot, wife. Killing is part of my job. It’s what I do and I’m fucking good at it.”
“So I’ve heard.”
I didn’t want to think about how many of the rumors were true. Jackal O’Hara gained his status, not simply by being the son of Mathias O’Hara, but by killing his way to the top. I heard he claimed his first victim at the age of thirteen and single handedly killed the West village cartel by the age of 17.
After a while, he got up, turned off the shower, pulled me off the floor and he proceeded to discard the wet clothes. The ink on his thighs was only visible for a few seconds before he wrapped his waist in a towel, leaving me curious.
“Look, I think we had a really bad start to this whole marriage thing.” I said, wrapping myself in a robe, leaning against the sink .
“I agree. Just because we don’t like each other doesn’t mean we can’t at least try to get along and somewhat tolerate one another.”
“Umh, yeah. I’d like that.” I nodded.
He gathered his things and walked out of the bathroom as I trailed after him. The cold air of the room was a harsh contrast on my skin compared to the steam we had just been in. I followed Jax to my door where he stopped to look back at me as we said our goodbyes. His fresh out of the shower look was deliriously sexy, and had I not just cum, I might have asked him to stay for longer.
“Oh and for the record, I don’t don’t like you.”
I closed the door, giving Jax one final look letting him know I meant what I said. Despite our rough start and against my better judgment, I had let Jax closer than I initially thought I would. I just hope it wouldn’t end up costing me more than I was ready to bargain for.