Chapter 6
T ruly I didn’t believe how things could change just after one conversation. My house arrest was lifted and I was permitted to go down to the city while heavily guarded. I didn’t, but it was nice to know I had the option to do so if I so desired. I had no reason to, as Jax had everything provided for me and I was all too happy to hibernate through the cold season.
Jax was busy most of the time, sometimes being gone for days or even weeks on end and when he did return to the house, I was already fast asleep and he’d be gone before I woke up. Regardless, we had gotten into the habit of texting each other when we had the chance. Mostly innocent. I’d tell him about my day and share small details of my life prior. He obviously couldn’t tell me as much of his day due to the delicacy of his work, which I understood.
However sometimes the texts turned a little bit more naughty and erotic. He’d send me a message saying how he missed seeing me in the shower naked and I would send him a pic of myself wearing the skimpiest lingerie I owned to tease him. This was something I’d never done with anyone else before and it felt exhilarating, to the point I ended up masturbating every day just imagining all the kinky things I wanted to do with him upon his return.
I had just gotten out of my nightly shower, laid down in bed and turned the light off when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Jax’s name as the incoming call. Hastily I swiped right to answer. It was past midnight which meant it was early morning where he was.
“Hey. Did I wake you?” Surprisingly I was delighted to hear his voice. It had a warmth to it which didn’t exist there before.
“Mhh no, I was just turning in.” Sitting up, I turned the light back on so I could stay awake during our conversation. I didn’t want to miss out on him more than I already was. A thought I didn’t think could be possible; missing him.
“Are you alone?”
“Of course. Why’d you ask? ”
Honestly, as great as my bodyguards were, they weren’t much for a company and the staff was usually busy all day. As strange as it was, I wouldn't have minded some alone time with my husband. At least I’d have someone to talk to.
“Because I got you a gift.”
“You know you don’t have to get me anything. I’m quite content.”
“Yes, I’m aware, but I thought you might like it and I asked Louisa to hide it for you when you weren’t looking.”
Butterflies took flight in my stomach. I hadn’t gotten a gift in a long time. Ever since mom had died, we never exchanged gifts, never celebrated birthdays or christmas like we used to. It hadn’t been the same anymore. I had no room to complain, though. My life was privileged, spoiled with the luxuries of a bratva princess, but I never got what I truly craved more than anything.
“Should I look for it?” My eyes were already darting around the room pondering where one would hide a gift. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“If you want it then yes. Hurry. Put the phone down and start searching. I’ll wait.”
I threw the covers off and flung myself off the bed in an instant. My first thought was my wardrobe, but after a thorough five minutes of searching I couldn’t find anything out of place. Next I rummaged around the bathroom but came out empty handed. The last place I searched was under the bed and when even that was fruitless, I had a creeping suspicion I was being played at.
“Are you sure there is a gift or is this some sort of trick?” I asked, grabbing my phone and sitting down on the bed again.
“Positive. I picked it out for you personally.”
“I feel silly asking but how big is it? Just so I know what to look for.”
“Not big.” There was a moment of pause on the other end before I heard Jax speak again. “It should fit in your hand.”
I felt like I had already searched everywhere. There was no place in my room I hadn’t already searched. Unless. Skipping across the room, I peered into the dark hallway and after finding it empty, tiptoed towards the large doors at the end of the hallway.
Jax’s room was dark and dramatic, just like him. The tall charcoal walls dominated the mostly sophisticated and modern atmosphere. A large steel frame bed with dark satin linens faced the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. And there was a box on top of his bed.
“I think I found it.”
“Good. Open it.” Switching the phone on speaker, I placed it on top of his night stand and sat on his bed with the box in my lap.
Like a kid on Christmas, I ripped the tape, unraveled the packing material and dug into the box only to find another box within. Smooth red velvet tickled my fingertips as I followed the golden trim of the box to the clasp. I held my breath as I opened it and discovered some sort of plastic sculpture.
“Oh it’s cute. What is it?”
“Take off your panties.”
“Um what?”
“You heard me. Take them off and place the gift between your legs.”
“I-” My cheeks burned as I turned the thing in my hand to find two small buttons on the surface. “Umh, so it’s like a vibrator?”
“Yes, but only I can control it.”
“ Wait? Are you serious? How?”
“It works with my phone. Now hurry. My patience has its limits, wife.”
I’ve never undressed as quickly as I did at that moment. I climbed on top of his bed properly, laid down and placed the toy between my legs just like he had instructed. At first it felt cold against my pussy lips, making me jolt, but soon adjusted to my body temperature as I buried it between my thighs. Pressing on one of the buttons, the device hummed to life with a low vibration against my lips.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
The first burst of vibrations had my head flying off the pillow as I gasped at the sudden change of rhythm. It started off hard but rolled into a slow rumble like a wave. Over and over again he hit me with the wave building up my orgasm. My hands automatically reached to massage my breasts to add to the stimulation.
“Ahh. Fuck.” I hissed.
“Don’t hold back your sounds. I want to hear your voice. I need to hear how much you’re enjoying this.”
He increased the frequency of the waves to match my shallow inhales and moans as I plunged myself deeper into the mattress chasing the high. My back arched with each jolt I received through the toy vibrating on my clit, every pulse stronger than the last.
“Oh god.” Trashing in the sheets, I was unable to withhold the sounds coming out of my mouth. The pulse rippled over my clit, drawing my eyes closed, as I drifted off to the sweet sensation of bliss.
Giving control to someone else over your body like that had never crossed my mind before. It was thrilling and exciting and totally unexpected. With all logic I should have been more resentful giving my consent so easily, but I turned out feeling more empowered instead. The lack of control gave me the freedom to simply enjoy the sensations Jax was creating in my body; and his name flew out of my lips just as easily.
“That’s it. Tell me how good it feels.” His voice rumbled from the phone, saying all the right things, coaxing my orgasm to crest.
The device hummed loudly as he traced the app controls with a circular motion that mirrored against my pussy. My clit had become a sensitive little pearl, trembling under the swollen hood. I guess Jax heard my whimpering as he turned the vibration on even higher, putting pressure exactly where I needed it.
“So good. Just like that.” He stayed silent as he played expertly with my clit, bringing me to the edge of oblivion and then holding me there. “Jax, please. I’m so close.”
I could hardly breathe, drawing in shallow breaths, tethering at the verge of my orgasm. The feeling began to build from the tips of my toes and rolled over my body like a shock wave, sparking at my every nerve. And just as I thought I would explode, the buzzing stopped abruptly and the feeling died down. Sucking air back into my lungs, I expressed my immediate disappointment by sobbing to the phone. Jerk.
“Ah-aah. You can’t cum just yet.” I squeezed my thighs together, pressing the toy harder onto my pussy in hopes to alleviate the edge of my denied orgasm. “Be patient.”
The toy turned on again, this time more slowly, steadily vibrating against my pussy and starting the build up yet again. My legs were shaking trying to hold the toy in place when the pulse became harder, more demanding. I cried out sinking deeper into the mattress just as the pulses pushed me to the edge.
“Jax. I’m gonna-”
He turned the vibration off again earning him an earful of my desperate moans. I felt almost feverish being so close to my climax and being denied the release right at its peak. I cursed out in my native tongue as a frantic plea for Jax to end my misery and give me the orgasm I deserved.
“Please. I’m begging you. I can’t take much more of this.”
“You can. Just wait a little longer.”
“You are killing me.”
“So dramatic, little wife.” Jax mocked through the phone. He is truly a cruel man.
I felt my heart skip a beat when the vibrations returned to my skin, hard and rapidly. My clit was sensitive due to the vigorous teasing and I was certain I wouldn’t be able to handle much more of it without bursting. Jax was relentless with the device, taunting me, as I writhed crying and moaning between pleasure and pain. When the vibrator died yet again, I thought to finish myself off just to get it over with. I couldn’t take another round of denied release. Death would have been more merciful than this delicious torture.
My hands glided over my stomach and in between my legs. The vibrator was hot and slick with my juices. Pressing my fingers through my folds, I could still feel the effects of the toy. My lips were swollen and my clit had me trembling just from the slightest touch. I shuddered, pushing one finger inside my pussy and pumping it in and out a few times.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.” Jax growled, but the sound wasn’t coming from the phone, but from the doorway. With a gasp, I pushed myself up in a sitting position.
There he was, the devil himself, all six feet of him, looking as menacing as I remembered. The light in the hallway cast a halo around him, hiding his face in the shadows. He slammed the door shut, pulled off his tie and proceeded to discard the suit jacket in the same stride he took to cross the room.
“Jax. What are you doing here? I thought you were still out of the country.” I pulled my legs under me and sat on the pads of my feet, ignoring the throbbing between my legs.
“I was, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my poor wife all alone in the penthouse, so I took the jet.” His eyes were burning with a mad desire as he licked his lips, hungrily roaming his eyes all over my body. “I was already on my way back from the airport when I called you.”
“I can’t believe you are here.”
“Missed me?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie, wife. I can see how wet you are.” I slammed my legs together but there was no denying how ridiculously turned on I was. Jax kneeled on the bed, pried my thighs open and placed his hand on my pussy. “Are you really going to say no to me? To this?”
“I - ah.” He dragged one of his fingers along my slit and my head fell back, relishing in the feeling of his touch. I couldn’t help but moan as he dragged his finger over my clit, teasing the already sensitive nub.
“Look at you. So needy for me. I bet I could make you come with just my fingers. Or should I stop?”
The coldness of the air hit me as he removed his hand off my pussy. A voice not my own cried out staring straight into his dark, lustful eyes. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back to my apex.
“Please don’t stop. I can’t take it anymore.” My hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand, making it slick from my arousal. He didn’t make any attempts to pull away again but he didn’t use his fingers either. I was going mad for his touch. “Please, keep doing that and let me cum.”
“Fuck. I do like it when you beg.” He pulled me closer. His other hand snaked its way to my hair and settled at the nape of my neck, just the way I liked it. I felt his hot breath against my skin, making me shiver, as he hovered his lips next to my ear. “Beg harder.”
“Ah! Please. Jax, please please please. Make me cum. I need you to make me cum. I’ll do anything.”
“Now that sounds like a deal I can’t refuse.” He grinned against my skin, nibbling and sucking his way to my neck.
With one smooth motion, he pulled at my hips, flipping me over so I landed on my back, legs splayed open for his view. My body trembled as he lowered himself, kissing my knee, then my inner thigh, lower and lower, till he was an inch away from my pussy. His breath fanned the curls on my mound and I swear I could feel myself gushing, wetness dripping down my ass.
“Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. For every orgasm I give you, you agree to go out on a date with me. Does that sound good?”
My mind was drawing a blank. I couldn’t think of a downside to his suggestion. His absence had been the norm for the better part of our marriage. I had been grateful for the solitude. The thought of anything else besides avoidant in our relationship hadn’t even crossed my mind, the casual sexting excluded. The idea of a date night with him seemed so unlike him, yet he was offering it to me so easily.
I had to blink twice to realize I had not given him my answer. He was patiently hovering over my bare pussy.
“Yes.” The second that word left my lips, his head had already fallen down.
My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as he closed his mouth over my clit. Masterfully he swirled his tongue over the hood and sucked in ever so slightly. The long long rounds of teasing and denial had heightened my senses, making me feel every hum of his breath, stroke of his tongue and pressure of his lips stronger and more powerful than I had ever experienced before.
“Oh God.”
I think he murmured ‘ god can’t help you now ’ against my lips but I was too far gone to make sense of it. Feeling the heat build up, I clung to the sheets, dragging my nails along the fabric and bunching it in my fists. I was so close to the orgasm I knew if he denied me again it would be the death of me. And then his. I might have to murder him for real.
I erupted so fast I couldn’t breathe for a moment. The room changed colors and I swear I could see stars. My head was spinning and my insides melted, a wave after wave with the most earth shattering orgasm of my life. His tongue swirled around my clit, drawing every last desperate cry and moan out of me, as I convulsed out of control.
Only, he didn’t stop. He never stopped touching me. I felt him, kissing my inner thighs and my lower stomach, softly marking my skin with his lips and patiently waiting for my breathing to settle. With a long sigh I indicated my satisfaction.
“Thank you. That was amazing.”
“That’s one.” I must have looked dazed since he added quickly. “You think I was kidding? I meant what I said. Every orgasm I give you, you agree to go out with me. We’re not done yet. I plan on banking as many dates as possible. Are you ready?”
My mouth fell open which he took as a yes and dove back down. He dragged his tongue along my slit sucking up the juices left of my orgasm. Tremors ran through my body, like mixed emotions between greed and contentment. I had my release and yet I wanted more. One was not enough but I was afraid my body couldn’t handle any more of this torture. Not teasing nor denial.
Jax was far the best pussy eater I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. From all the people I’ve slept with in the past none of them could even compare to what he was doing to me. With one swoop of his tongue I felt the steady pulse of my climax starting to accumulate in my stomach. My fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the roots and holding him in place.
The second orgasm ripped through me fast when Jax closed his lips over my clit and sucked in hard, vibrating his tongue in rapid succession. My back arched from the mattress but this time Jax hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me in deeper, unwilling to let me go till I was thoroughly spent.
“That’s two.” He rasped climbing on top of me. “Round three?”
Hard as I tried, my words slurred and nothing but an incoherent mumble left my lips. I don’t believe he heeded my protest. He kissed me ever so gently, letting me taste myself on his tongue. He smelled absolutely delicious; like sweat, cigarettes and aftershave. My fingers made quick work of his buttons, exposing the carved muscles underneath the shirt. I dragged my nails along his ink and felt the heat radiating off his body.
My body melted into him. I fit perfectly laying between his elbows, cradled underneath his torso. He was sweet and erotic. Every move, every touch, every drawn out rumble of his breath was refined; and I couldn't help myself not to admire him from my point of view. When he kissed, he closed his eyes and used his lips and tongue like it was second nature to him. I was surprised he was more known for his skills as a ruthless killer and not as a gentle lover. Or did he not simply leave any witnesses to tell of their experience with him.
“Jax? You aren’t going to kill me after this, are you?”
“What makes you think that I will?” He murmured against my skin.
“I don’t know. Just the thought that you’re like a black widow or something.” His body went rigid as he stared back at me, confusion painted all over his face as a small crease appeared between his eyebrows.
“Black widow?”
“You know? Like you fuck ‘em and kill ‘em without any mercy.”
“That’s what you’re thinking about? Now? Of all the things you could be thinking about, you chose that?” He deepened the kiss and I could feel his massive erection pressing down on my pussy grinding against me. “You’re thinking too much. I’m about to change that.”
Before I had a chance to reply, his mouth was on mine again, silencing the yelp I made. I felt his fingers pushing through my folds again and dipping inside my pussy. He began pumping them in and out of me, slowly and agonizingly, building up my next orgasm by hitting me in the right spot.
Jax was relentless, using every trick in his book to bring me over the edge over and over again. I barely had a breath between each orgasm and not a moment to recover before he was already drawing out another one. Eventually I blacked out and fell away from the world, sated and utterly spent. I never thought I’d be lulled to sleep by the devil.