Chapter 3 #2
He turns my head to his and kisses me like he possesses me, taking everything from me. Truthfully, he has taken everything from me. At least all that matters. My heart and my love.
Slowly, he pulls away and stares into my eyes. Warmth and desire spin in his turbulent gaze. My chest heats. Maybe he cares about me more than I know.
He shifts back, takes off his bottoms, runs his fingers between my thighs, and through my folds. He ensures I’m wet and ready before reaching for the single-tail whip.
Oh, we’re starting there. Okay. Single-tailed whips can be extreme. I tense but remember to breathe.
He kisses each ass cheek. “We’ll start with five.”
“Yes, sir.”
The second the first hit lands, a stinging heat spreads and I wince. I pull in a deep rush of air. My lower abdomen fills with heaviness, making me swirl my hips.
He reaches under me and tugs on the chain. My nipples and clit are at the numb but good stage. The tension brings my attention to them as he pulls a little more. The pain sets in.
I gasp, but I’m taken out of it when the whip hits again. This time is a little harder than before and I wail.
“Are you okay?” He soothes the sharpness away with his gentle palm.
I hold my eyes shut. “Yes, sir.”
He slips two of his thick fingers into me and pumps my G-spot. Thank God! I don’t know why, but I’m much more sensitive tonight.
I push back into him and tingles creep up my neck. He pumps into me until I’m panting and on the cusp of coming.
His fingers tear out of me, and the next smack of the whip hits, then the next. My thighs shake. I only have to endure one more. I can do it.
I try to relax as I remember to breathe. The last one lands against my skin and a release builds in my core. Endorphins will be released soon and I’ll float out of this world. I just need to be patient.
“Entering.” Jax gets behind me and thrusts his cock into me.
He winds my ponytail around his hand and yanks my hair back as he fucks me. He drags his length out of me, then forcefully plows into me.
“Fuuck, firecracker. Always so tight and so fucking good.” His voice cuts through the overheated sensations burning my nerves.
The clit clamp tightens as my bud fills with blood. It’s almost too much. I’m so close to using the safeword pause. It’s our signal that I need something adjusted or a moment to calm down.
But he takes my ankles and brings them up, digging the heel of my stilettos into the back of my thighs. He uses my shins as leverage as he dives into me with no mercy.
My nipples are on fire, my clit is pinched to the max. The skin over my hamstrings is being scratched and ripped.
I have too much pain to know what I need. He’s stretching me beyond my limits. My body trembles, but my mind goes void.
He stops and releases his grip on me. My legs drop to the bed and I sigh in relief as he caresses my ass. If I talk, I’ll shatter. If I feel, I can hold steady.
He takes a moment to get situated. “More?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
I think he means more of the single-tail whip, but he takes the cat-o’-nine-tails in his hand as he pulls his dick out of me. My clit simmers down, so I don’t use the safeword after all.
Jax is a skilled lover and must have read my cues. My muscles loosen, but then the sting of nine whips and knots at one time slicing over my skin has me gripping the sheets.
“Fuck!” I yell out in pain.
“Two more. You can handle it.”
“Yes, sir.” I dig my nails into my palms, squeeze my eyes shut as he delivers on his promise, and pray my endorphins kick in soon.
As soon as he’s done, he flips me over. He takes my wrist above my head and snaps the cuffs on. He spreads my legs and cuffs them too. His white-hot gaze scans over me, and the color in his face drains.
“Livianna!” He may sound like he’s angry, but I know he’s worried about something.
“What, sir?”
“Your nipples are turning blue. These have to come off now!”
I peek down and sure enough, they are. That’s not good. Not only is it going to be incredibly painful to remove them, but it’s very dangerous for them to be this shade.
Fuck.
I messed up. Now he’s not going to trust me. My eyes gloss over and tears pool at the corners.
Do not cry, Livianna. Take it. You deserve this.
Jax slowly loosens the clasp of one of the clamps to ensure it’s removed safely. I bear down on my teeth and tense.
“Livianna, you need to breathe through this.” He removes the first one and hurries to the next.
Searing pain burns through my breast. My chest rises and falls rapidly. It’s not supposed to feel like pins and needles. Intense, yes. But nothing like this.
“Christ, you’re going to be black and blue tomorrow.” He carefully removes the next clamp. “We need to get a cold compress on these after I care for them.”
My heart shrinks and my chin quivers. A rogue tear slips from the corner of my eye. It catches his attention.
He wipes it away with his thumb. “I’ll get some healing salve and help you, but I need to remove the last one first.”
His jaw ticks as he goes about helping me. I close my eyes to hide from his judgment. I took it too far, and now his trust in me is broken.
Way to end the night, Livianna.
There’s no way he’ll let this scene go on any longer and I totally understand. I broke one of the most important rules of BDSM between partners, and it’s hard to come back from that.
Once he’s taken off all the clamps and released me from my restraints, he leaves the room. I sit up and hug my knees.
He’s leaving tomorrow, and I’ve destroyed any chance he’ll return to me in the same place as we were before this.
He comes back into the room. “We need to have a serious discussion.”