No sooner had Jaxxon’s wits returned than she felt herself sinking into a mattress. Then there were clicking and jingling sounds. She brushed her curls from her face – well, she tried to. Cuffs? The bloke hadn’t wasted any time searching that bag, had he. She smiled as she thought of how he must have been desperate to rummage through it since the second he saw her carrying it out to the car. Opening her eyes, she spotted him at the foot of the bed examining something in his hand with a very wide smile on his face. Her brand new vibrator.
He scanned the writing on the box. “Seven different intensities…Can be used hands-free…Interesting. I do believe we’ll be having fun with that.”
If Jaxxon wasn’t still a little dazed she might have laughed at the way he dropped his hand into the bag blindly seeking something out. He looked like a little kid playing Lucky Dip.
“Batteries. Not so interesting but we’ll need them.”
“Hey, why am I naked?”
“Sorry, Jaxx, but as much as I loved that little creation you were wearing it had to come off so I could have complete access to this body.” He loved that he could get her so high on bliss that she hadn’t even noticed him whipping her nightie off or washing his cum from between her legs. He dug deeper into the bag and came out with a small box that contained a pink slightly curved mini vibrator. “Hmm. Recommended for use on the clitoris but can be used to seek out other sensitive zones. I like the sound of that.” Another dip. “A box of flavoured condoms.” He slung them over his shoulder across the room. He wanted nothing between her skin and his.
“Chocolate flavoured body spread. Two bottles of lubricants, each designed to ‘enhance sensitivity’. Oh I think we’ll have to try that. And last but definitely not least…” He wiggled the jingling toy in his hand. “Ankle cuffs.”
Her legs were suddenly shifted and then there was more clicking. It instantly occurred to her that she was practically helpless. “McKenzie, you try any freaky shit and I swear I’ll shove my brand new vibrator up your arse.”
“Hmm, I’m curious, how will you do that if you’re cuffed to my bed? You know, Carter, I quite like you all at my mercy like this.” He paced slowly around the bed, examining her from all angles and making her frustrated with anticipation. He didn’t think there was anyone else who he actually liked while they were frustrated. There was definitely no one else who turned him on while they were frustrated. “What to play with first…”
As a sly smile played around the edges of his mouth Jaxxon narrowed her eyes. “No freaky shit,” she repeated. If there was even a whisper of a whip or a gag or a collar she would kill him. If it weren’t for the effects of the Champagne she might not have let him cuff her ankles as well as her wrists.
He knew he should reassure her that he wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t like, but he couldn’t resist winding her up. “Or what?”
She mirrored his sly smile. “Or I won’t suck you off.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that. Now I can’t get rid of the picture of my dick in your mouth.” Why should he try to? He watched hunger flare in her eyes as he removed his shirt and pants and, finally, his boxers. He moved up close to her, letting his once-again-hard cock bob in front of her face. “Lick it.”
There was only one reason Jaxxon was letting him getting away with the dominant display; she’d come to learn that there was power in being submissive. Nothing seemed to turn on a bloke more than a woman doing what he told her. Before long he lost control and then it was the woman holding the power. Locking their gazes so that she could see the full affect this had on him, Jaxxon ran her tongue from base to tip and then circled the head.
Connor sucked in a big gasp of air and his belly quivered. “Can you taste us both on me, babe?” She nodded and then licked him again, this time starting at his balls. He groaned. “Open your mouth.” When she did he surged inside and his eyelids drifted shut at the amazing feeling of her sucking him and gliding her tongue around him. He knew he’d have to pull out now or he’d reach the point of no return and spill in her mouth. “Stop.”
Jaxxon successfully contained her smile as she witnessed him almost lose it. She doubted she’d manage the submissive act for long; his bossiness would drive her mental. He held up that mini curved vibrator and switched it on. It surprised her that it was practically noiseless. Maybe it was weak or –
Oh. No, definitely not weak. Jaxxon quivered as he trailed the tip up her inner thigh. Instead of wandering anywhere interesting he trailed it up her other inner thigh, stopping again. Then he crawled over her and captured her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and gliding it against her own. At the same time he trailed the tip of the vibrator along her neck and dug his hips into hers. She groaned into his mouth and replicated the movement with her own hips, and then he broke the kiss and the sneaky expression on his face as he again appraised her body was one she’d seen before. “Oh no, no way am I lying here for like half an hour while you kiss and bite me from head to toe again.” It had been torture having her climax so close for so long when he wouldn’t let her go over the edge.
“I think you’ll find that that’s exactly what I’m going to do, only this time I’ll be using my new toy here as well. You know, I quite like it.”
“Bastard,” she hissed.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, Jaxx. I think I might just take a little longer than half an hour now.” She gawped in outrage. “Don’t worry, if at any time you can’t take anymore just say ‘please’ and I’ll -”
“I. Don’t. Beg.”
Oh he knew that. No matter how much he’d teased her he’d never been able to get her to beg. That was going to change tonight. The woman was a walking challenge and he couldn’t help but rise to it.
“I can’t believe -”
“Sorry, can’t chat, I’m off to have some fun with this gorgeous body and my new toy.” Using his arsenal of tongue, teeth, mouth, hands and vibrator, he teased the hell out of her. First he explored her neck and along her collarbone. Next were her shoulders and then her arms. Then he moved onto the flesh above her breasts. “Had enough yet?” he asked the shaking, moaning woman beneath him. She gave him a mutinous look. He skipped her breasts and worked along her ribs and stomach and navel. By then she was juddering and whimpering and constantly bucking in an effort to grind herself against him but he had raised his body over her so he was out of reach. Again and again she neared her peak but he backed off each time and waited while she came down from her mini high and then got to work again. “Shall I stop?” Another mutinous look. This time he worshipped her legs from thigh to foot and then back up again. He licked along the creases where her hips met her groin and she twisted and arched in an effort to get some relief from his mouth but, even though it near killed him, he resisted. “It’s only a word, Jaxx. Just one.”
“Yeah? Well here’s two: Fuck. You.”
He had to smile. Even though her body was completely restless and she was gasping for release she fought him. She wouldn’t be Jaxx if she didn’t. “Wouldn’t you like it better if I fucked you?” When she squeezed her eyes shut he knew she was fighting herself. So close to begging. “You know what to do if you change your mind.” Again he licked the creases, again ignoring her body’s pleas for release, and worked his way upwards. He made his bites harder and used more pressure as his hands kneaded her skin. With the vibrator he paid particular attention to the erogenous zones he’d previously found and occasionally he teasingly dug his hips into hers before elevating his body again.
“Connor, stop being a twat!” She had meant to shout but her voice was so hoarse and unsteady that the words sounded pitiful.
He seized those feral eyes. “I’m not giving in this time, babe.”
“I don’t beg.”
He brushed his lips against hers. “I’m not trying to eat at your pride, it’s not about that.”
“Then why?”
“I need to know that you want me so much you’d beg.” He moved
his mouth to her ear and whispered persuasively, “Say it, Jaxx. Say it and I’ll shove my fingers inside you and fuck you with them until you come. Don’t you want that?”
“Do it,” she demanded through her teeth.
“Say it.”
She might have cursed him to hell but then the crafty bastard lashed her nipple with his tongue and suckled on it, making her arch off the bed. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as he plunged two fingers into her. Then he raised himself onto his knees and used his other hand to tease her clit with the vibrator as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out of her, targeting her G-spot. She lasted all of about eight seconds before her climax crashed into her and she gave a loud cry. While he waited for the aftershocks to ease off her, Connor softly kissed her face and neck. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look when you come.” When she just say there limp he smiled a very boyish smile. “You alright?”
All she managed was an intelligible sound. She felt the loss of his body heat and then the mattress bounced slightly as he got up. She wanted to open her eyes but her lids weren’t cooperating. Her ears picked up on a cracking sound, like the plastic seal on a lid opening. She tried to remember what in that bag had a lid on it, but nothing came to her very dreamy mind. Then the bed dipped again and there was a very familiar smell that she adored. Her lids finally lifted and there was Connor, kneeling over her with his dick up close, smeared with chocolate spread. She didn’t hesitate on lapping up a little. Then she lapped up more and swiped her tongue up the solid length of him before licking along the slit.
Connor groaned. She smiled up at him and his dick seemed to swell. “Again.” He watched, riveted, as over and over she licked his dick like it was an ice cream. Whoever put this spread in her bag had his utmost thanks. Then she closed her mouth over the head and sucked vigorously, occasionally running the tip of her tongue along the slit. “Jesus, babe.” She giggled and the vibrations shot all the way to his balls. “You are a witch.” He pulled out and backed away, settling himself between her legs where he had left the two items waiting. Her eyes widened as he lathered the vibrator in one of the lubricants – not that she’d really need the lube but it was supposed to enhance sensitivity. “Just relax for me.”
Jaxxon did her best to relax but as she felt the cold, lube-covered head breach her opening the strangeness of it made her tense up.
“It’s alright, babe, relax, it’ll feel real good in a minute when I switch it on.” The sight was practically hypnotic as he pushed in an inch and then withdrew, then another inch and he withdrew again. Then he worked it in deeper until he had it lodged as he wanted it. Seeing that the tension had left her, he pressed the switch. She bucked and moaned. God bless hands-free vibrators. He returned to her and fisted his hands tight in her hair. She gasped at the sudden pain and he took advantage, surging into her mouth. Bliss. Keeping her head still, he fucked her mouth, loving the feel of her groaning around his cock. “Fuck, yeah.” He’d been dying to know what it would be like to have her plush mouth wrapped around him while she came, and now he was going to find out. When he sensed that her climax was looming he reached behind him and pinched her clit. She cried out around him, sending vibrations shooting down his shaft to his balls and up his spine. “Jesus Christ, Jaxx.” Jets of come spurted out of him into her mouth as his own intense climax hit. She’d kill him one day.
Again Jaxxon found herself in a dreamy state where her eyelids were on strike. She felt as Connor withdrew from her mouth and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before he switched off and pulled out the vibrator. Then he collapsed beside her. It could have been minutes or hours later when the mattress bounced as he left the bed. Then there was rattling and jingling. More cuffs? No, her ankles were free. The mattress dipped again and then a mouth latched onto one of her nipples and suckled. How could she be groaning? Shouldn’t her body be too satiated for this? It was like it was stuck in Shag Mode. The mouth was gone and then there was more jingling. Her wrists were free. She was about to mutter a thanks when she was flipped onto her stomach and her arse was raised. “Let me just have a minute.”
“No rest for the wicked, babe.”
“Shouldn’t you be spent by now?”
“It turns out you’re my own personal brand of Viagra.” He ran his hand from the nape of her neck down the length of her spine and then drove a finger inside her. Her muscles gripped it tight and moisture drenched it. “Seems to me like your body doesn’t need a minute.”
“My body’s a slut like you said.”
“No, I said you’re my slut. And do you know what I want my slut to do?” He leant over her and whispered into her ear, “I want you to scream my name when you come.” He slammed into her, groaning at how her muscles constricted around him. Then he was pounding into her like a man possessed.
Jaxxon fisted her hands in the bed-sheet as he pinned her still and ferociously hammered into her. At that moment Connor was sheer male domination. It was like that ravenous appetite he had for her had taken over and was manifesting itself in this frenzied pounding. The combination of the pressure of his size filling her and his feverish movements was the ultimate in bliss. Considering that she had already had three unbelievably intense orgasms it was no surprise that the friction was already building again. Startling her, a hand came down sharply on her arse. The bloke was obsessed with spanking!
He did it again, harder this time, and her muscles clamped tight around his dick. “That’s what I like, babe; your body gripping me like it never wants to let go.” He spanked her again and she jerked at the impact but groaned and her muscles clutched him again. More moisture swamped his dick. “I told you that you loved it, didn’t I?”
She wouldn’t have thought it was possible but his pounding actually became more frantic. She was groaning feverishly, restlessly squirming in his grip as the friction inside her intensified. “I’m going to come.”
He drove his fingers in her hair and wrenched her head back. “I want you to scream my name, Jaxx. I want to hear you scream it.” He raised one knee and tilted her hips slightly, allowing him to go that much deeper, and then he was plowing into her again. “Come for me right now!”
Her climax spiked and rippled through her shuddering body, completely fragmenting her. She screamed his name and a second later he was growling hers as he slammed home one last time and pulsed deep inside her. Then they both collapsed.
In that state where ‘awake’ wasn’t far off but opening your eyes felt like too much effort, Connor rolled over in bed to snuggle against Jaxx. His arm found nothing. The surprise of it – strange how waking up with her for a few mornings in France and then a couple here in his bed felt more familiar than a lifetime of waking up alone – made him squint. No, she wasn’t there. Her side of the bed was cold. He lifted only his head, intending to call her name, but movement in the corner caught his eye. There she sat on the stool that was usually kept in the bathroom. Two things registered: She was fully dressed, and she had a strange glint in her eyes. He lifted enough to support himself on one elbow. “Jaxx?”
“You once said that you nearly came to see me on my fifteenth. If you had gone to the Glennons’, I wouldn’t have been there. And if you had asked them where I was and then gone there, you wouldn’t have seen me with some boy. You’d have seen a police car.”
Aware that she was now about to open up to him, he sat up straight and gave her his full attention. Then what she said sunk in: she wouldn’t have been at the Glennons’? Police car?
Jaxxon clasped her hands together. “The night after you left, Nick Crawley’s gang turned up at the house. They wanted to know where you were and figured you wouldn’t have gone anywhere without telling me where. I guessed by the bruises and cuts Nick was covered in that you’d beat him senseless. A couple of his mates were in a similar shape – especially that Sean Beckett.” Who was still a sick shit and she could only hope he hadn’t found Celia and the little girl. “They knew I wouldn’t lie ab
out where you were because they knew you wouldn’t have cared if they found you, so when I told them I didn’t know but that you’d be coming to see me they believed it.” So had she. “They kept cornering me outside school, wanting to know if you’d been in touch. I always had Leah with me and whatever boyfriend she had at the time so they never did much.”
He wanted to know what exactly she meant by ‘never did much’ but he didn’t want to interrupt her flow.
“But then, six months after you’d gone, she left. The day after that, Nick, who had reached the conclusion that if you hadn’t been in touch yet then you weren’t going to, cornered me outside school. I was on my own. He said that if he couldn’t give you the beating you’d given him, he’d settle on using me. Their plan was to take turns on me. What Nick wasn’t expecting was for me to fight. When I got a good opening I booted him in the bollocks and legged it. You remember how fast I was. When I ran into the Glennons’ with my hair looking like a bird’s nest, my clothes ripped and bruises already forming they were concerned. Until I mentioned Nick’s name. He was their nephew, remember. They didn’t phone the police, they phoned Social Services, made me out to be some Jezebel and said they wanted me moved.”
“Jaxx,” he said in a quiet voice, shaking his head, “I’m so sorry.”
She smiled a sad smile. “Why, are you a god? Did you make all that happen?”
“You know what I mean.”
“And you know I’m right. Anyway,” she paused and took a deep breath, aware that what she told him now might forever change how he looked at her, “I was supposed to go into a home – it’s not easy finding placements for troubled teenagers – but instead I ended up with this family who were religious fanatics. Other than taking their religion a little too far, they were alright. It was their son who was the problem. Obviously Matthew was the perfect Christian boy when his parents were around.”
The disgust as she talked about the boy said enough for him to guess what had happened. “He raped you,” he whispered.
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