by J. S. Cooper
I shook my head. “You don’t want to know.”
“Tell me.” He kissed me lightly and sucked on my lower lip.
“I was just thinking. You said the Lovers’ Academy is really a front for training high-class escorts, right?”
“Uh huh.” He nodded, his eyes staring into mine curiously.
“I don’t get how Amber and Shannon fit in.” I giggled. “I can’t see them being high-class escorts. No offense or anything, but they are the last two I’d think of as being girls of the night to the rich and famous.”
“Yeah.” He nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good point. I suppose my father has his reasons.”
“I mean, Amber’s mouth would get her into trouble.” I shook my head and giggled.
His hands slid to my ass as he whispered in my ear, “What’s so funny?”
“I was just picturing Amber asking some rich guy how big his dick was.”
He laughed as squeezed my ass. “Why?”
“Because she’s asked me several times how big you are.”
“Oh yeah?” He pulled back and smiled down at me. “She has?”
“Yes.” I frowned at the look on his face. “Don’t tell me you think that’s a compliment.”
“If she’s curious, I should tell her, no?”
“No.” I pulled away from him annoyed.
“Shall we go and dance?” He grabbed my hands, and I followed him silently.
I was pissed that he’d even consider telling Amber anything. Would he let her touch it too if she asked? I could feel my face going red as I grew angrier and angrier.
“Amber, want to come dance with us?” he called out to her as we walked past the group, and I pulled away from him silently.
We all crowded onto the dance floor, and I watched as Amber and her teacher, Keenan, bumped and grinded. His hands were under her top, squeezing her breasts, and I could see her thrusting her ass into him.
“She’s a sexy dancer,” Jaxon whispered into my ear as we stood there.
“Glad you think so,” I snapped at him and turned away from him.
We stood there standing next to each other, dancing awkwardly. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but it hadn’t been me standing here with Jaxon while he watched Amber gyrating.
Hunter walked over to me with a dopey grin and a blank look in his eyes. “Want to dance, Nancy?”
I wasn’t really interested in dancing with him, but I wanted Jaxon to be jealous. I wanted his attention to be on me and not on Amber. Why the fuck would he bring me to a sex club wearing a catsuit that clung to my body if he wasn’t even going to try anything?
“Sure.” I walked towards Hunter and knew immediately that Jaxon’s eyes were now on me.
I kept my gaze averted from him as I put my hands into the air and started moving to the music. There was a power in the air, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising as I danced in beat to the music, shimmying my hips to the ground and up again. Hunter grabbed me around the waist, and I could feel his hands around my stomach as he danced with the beat to the music. I closed my eyes and started swinging my hips in a more pronounced fashion as I shook my head and let my hair fall across my face.
“You’re so sexy, Nancy,” Hunter whispered into my ear. “You were pretty back in school, but right now, you’re just plain sexy. You turn me on so much.”
He brought me back against him, and I felt something pressed against my ass. I was about to pull forward when I saw Jaxon staring at me with manic eyes, looking pissed. I smiled at him sweetly and then started moving even more rhythmically, pretending I was a stripper and Hunter was my pole.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Hunter growled into my ear.
It was then that I felt his hands move up from my waist to my breasts. I froze in shock as I felt his hands squeezing my breasts.
“Get your hands off of her.”
Before I knew it, Jaxon was next to us, and he was pulling me away from Hunter. His fists were clenched, and I watched as he punched Hunter.
“Jaxon, stop!” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.
“Whoa, dude.” Hunter looked dazed as he rubbed his jaw.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Jaxon leaned towards him. “Or I’ll make you forget the day you were born.”
“It’s not my fault she wants me.” Hunter shrugged and looked at me. “She’s always wanted me. Shit, she was practically begging for me to take her.”
“You’re playing with fire, Hunter.” Jaxon grabbed his shirt. “I’m telling you that you’re messing with the wrong guy.”
“You’re not the only one who can make threats, Jaxon.” Hunter’s face changed and he leaned forward. “Only, I usually follow through with my threats.” Hunter ran his hands through his hair. “You’re not going to be able to come to her rescue every single time.” He laughed and then looked at me. “Remember why you came here, Nancy. Don’t let Jaxon fool you. I can protect you. Just come to me when you figure it out.” With that, he turned away and I was left with Jaxon, who was looking very, very angry.
“What did you just do?” I looked at Jaxon in anger. “Why would you hit him?”
“He touched you.” His eyes were wide and his expression was grim.
“That was for me to deal with. Not you.”
“Did you want him to touch you?” He grabbed my wrists. “Do you want to be with him?”
“Jaxon.” I squirmed and tried to pull my wrists away. “You’re hurting me.”
“Did you want him to touch you?” he asked me again. This time, his voice was softer.
“No,” I said finally, my eyes staring into his. “I’m not interested in being touched by him.”
“Why did you do it then?”
“You were staring at Amber.”
“Jealousy is the beginning of the end.” He pursed his lips.
“You were jealous too.”
“There was nothing to be jealous of.” He shook his head as if denying the emotion.
“Fine. Can we just leave?” I sighed. “I’m not having fun.”
He shook his head. “The night hasn’t even started.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m about to teach you about punishment.”
“Punishment?” I shivered as he stared at me with a slight smile.
“It’s your lesson for the night.” He reached over and touched my face lightly.
“You’re going to use the whip?” My eyes widened.
“No.” He shook his head and bit down on my neck. “Tonight, we’re going to use the ropes.”
Chapter Eleven
Jaxon
I was so angry at Nancy as I led her to the private room. I couldn’t believe she’d danced so recklessly with that piece of scum. I’d thought I was going to rip his head off when I saw him touching her and her smiling. I wanted to wipe the smile off her face. It didn’t make me feel better to know that she’d been dancing with him to make me jealous. I didn’t even think about the fact that I’d been trying to make her jealous by pretending to be interested in the bimbo, Amber.
I wasn’t sure where my father had gotten Amber and Shannon from, but I wasn’t surprised that Nancy had questioned their validity at being at the Lovers’ Academy. I was just lucky that she hadn’t asked too many more questions about their acceptance to the academy. She was already too close to the truth.
“Take the catsuit off,” I commanded as we walked into the room.
“What?” She frowned.
“Take it off.” I didn’t smile as I locked the door.
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“I see.” She nibbled her lower lip and slowly started pulling the catsuit off.
I stared at her naked body in admiration and lust. I wanted her so badly. I was surprised that I hadn’t already had her. I’d never waited this long before. Normally, I took what I wanted and never looked back, but it was different with her. I didn’t want
it to just be about the sex. I didn’t want her to feel used. I wanted her to feel special.
I frowned at the thought. I was getting soft. I’d never cared about anyone else thinking it was going to be special. But it was different with her. I almost groaned as I thought about the story I’d made up about being fifteen and getting my heart broken. She’d seen it for what it was and called me out. I loved that about her. Though I didn’t think she wanted to know the truth. That I’d been fifteen and fucking my friend’s older sister when her parents had caught us and demanded my father put a stop to my going over to their house.
He’d put a stop to it all right. I’d stopped going there, but several older and more thuggish men had shown up in my place. They’d left town within a few months, and my father had laughed. No one told a Cade what to do. Never.
“What now?” Nancy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
I stared at her again. There was something so vulnerable in her gaze. Something that made me pause. Something that made me think I had a heart buried somewhere deep inside.
“Come towards me.” I bent down, opened a chest to the right of the door, and pulled out a coil of rope.
“What are you going to do?” she asked softly.
“Shhh.” I placed a finger against her lips and started wrapping the rope around her body. She trembled slightly as I quickly worked it around her. “It’s not going to hurt.” I stopped and stared at the rope tied around her body. “Trust me.”
“I don’t know about this.” She nibbled on her lower lip.
“I’m going to tie your wrists and your ankles next.”
“And?”
“Then I’m going to use the pinwheel.”
“The pinwheel?” She frowned at me, her brown eyes wide in anticipation.
“You’ll see.” I smiled as I stared into her eyes.
I was going to enjoy taking over every fiber of her body. Soon, all she would be able to think about was me and what I was doing to her. Soon, she’d be begging me for release from the sweet, sharp pain that was going to drive both of us crazy.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Don’t be scared.” I looked into her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s going to be pleasurable.”
“I don’t know.” She looked panicked as I led her to the bed.
“Lie down,” I commanded. “Spread your arms and your legs wide open.”
She stared at me in thought for a second and then spread her legs open wide. I gasped as I looked at her beautiful body waiting for me, trusting me. I felt a dull ache shifting in me as I stared at her. She was too beautiful, too trusting. She was already in too deep, and she was taking me under with her with every step that went by.
I tied her wrists and ankles to the four bedpost corners and stepped back. I was ready to get started.
“Are you ready?” I whispered as I walked to the chest and pulled out the pinwheel.
She nodded, and I saw her eyes open as she stared at the instrument in my hands. The handle was about six inches long and the pins all around the circle looked more sharp than dull.
“Use me like I’m a parachute. I’ll open if you fall.” I leaned forward and ran a finger down her leg before replacing my finger with the pinwheel.
“I don’t want to fall,” she whispered as she squirmed on the bed.
“I don’t want to open,” I whispered back.
I didn’t tell her that I was scared that I’d be a faulty parachute. I didn’t tell her that there was a possibility that we were both going to crash and fall, because nothing could save us then.
Chapter Twelve
Nancy
The pinwheel that Jaxon was running across my body had a weird feeling. Just as I thought it was going to become too painful, a jolt of pleasure would run through my body. It was sharp and tingly all at the same time. Every nerve in my body was on edge. Every piece of my skin wanted to be touched. My arms were starting to ache, and I was starting to feel weak from the pleasure resounding through my body.
Jaxon’s face looked determined and handsome as he teased me. I caught him staring at me every few seconds to see how I felt. I could see the look of concern in his eyes. It was equal to the look of desire and excitement. He was getting off on teasing me. He was enjoying that I was enjoying it.
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop,” he told me for the fourth time. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I whispered.
“I’m not pressing it in too hard. I don’t want it to hurt.”
“I thought you wanted to hurt me. Isn’t that why you call it punishment?” I groaned as he ran it lightly across my clit. “Oh.”
“No.” He smiled at me as he let his pinky finger rub me gently. “The punishment comes later.”
“What’s the punishment?” I groaned. What could be more tantalizing than this?
“The punishment comes from need.” He grinned, and I watched as he took his shirt off and then his pants.
He stood in front of me in just his boxer shorts, and I stared at the bulge in his pants with wide eyes. His fingers reached his boxer shorts, and I watched him pull them down slowly until he was standing in front of me naked.
“What are you going to do?” I whispered eagerly. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but my hands were tied tight.
“What do you want me to do?” He crawled onto the bed next to me.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
“How do you want me to touch you?” He leaned down, took my nipple between his teeth, and sucked. “Like this?” he muttered as he switched to my other nipple.
I squirmed on the bed underneath him. His lips felt delicious on my skin. “Yes,” I groaned and then moaned as he pulled away.
“Or would you rather I touch you like this?” His fingers ran down my stomach to my pussy and he gently ran his fingers over my clit. I felt myself growing wet as he played with me. “Or would you rather have my cock instead of my fingers?” He shifted his body on top of me, and I felt his cock between my legs, rubbing roughly against my clit.
“Oh, yes,” I groaned as he backed away. “Please don’t stop!” I cried as he pulled away from me, every fiber of my being wanting him to continue.
“Or would you rather have my mouth?” He grinned at me before he buried his face in my pussy.
I felt his tongue licking up my juices before it slowly entered me. My hands clenched, and I closed my eyes as I felt the tip of his tongue inside me.
“More please,” I whispered as his tongue left me. “Please.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to please me.” He moved up the bed. “I’m going to turn around and I want you to take me in your mouth.”
“Okay.” I nodded eagerly, wanting to pleasure him as much as he was pleasuring me.
I felt his cock rubbing against my mouth and I opened it eagerly, taking his hardness in and sucking on it with as much intensity as I could. He moved his hips back and forth as I sucked as if he were fucking my mouth, and I groaned as I realized how much I was enjoying it. He tasted salty and hard, and I knew in that moment that nothing had ever tasted so good before in my life. I knew he was enjoying what I was doing because I heard him groaning and felt his body stilling as I sucked on him.
“What are you doing?” I cried as he pulled out of my mouth and turned around.
He leaned down and kissed me softly before grinning. “This is your punishment.” He ran his fingers over my trembling lips. “You shall neither come nor make me come tonight.”
“What?” I groaned as I tried to lean up. “Please.”
“Don’t try and make me jealous again.” His eyes darkened. “I won’t be so gentle next time.”
“That’s it?” I moaned as he untied my wrists. I reached out and touched his chest, and he laughed.
“That’s it, Nancy. You’re not ready for the next step yet.” He stared at my body one last time and sighed. “Now it’s time for us to go home.”
Chap
ter Thirteen
Jaxon
I knew that I was going to have to whack off as soon as I got to my room. My cock was rock hard, and it had taken everything in me to walk away from Nancy without fucking her. Every part of her body was sweet as candy, and I knew that, when I finally took her, it was going to be the best sex I’d ever had.
I opened the door to my bedroom, my mind preoccupied with the image of Nancy on the bed spread-eagle. I groaned as I thought about her, so sweet and innocent and trusting. I was so preoccupied with thoughts of her that I didn’t even notice the two men in the room until it was too late.
“Sit down,” a voice commanded, and I froze.
I looked up and sighed as I saw who it was. “What are you doing here?” I asked casually and calmly, as if I didn’t know exactly why they were here.
“You dare to fuck with my daughter?” Brandon’s eyes were dark and his face was murderous.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shrugged.
“You don’t?” He stood up, and it was then that I saw the gun in his hands.
“What’s going on, Brandon?”
“I wouldn’t play dumb right now, Jaxon.” Greyson’s voice was harsh. “I wouldn’t want Brandon to do something you’d both regret.”
“What do you guys want?” I stared at Brandon for a few seconds, and I could feel the blood draining from my face as my heart sank.
This was the end. There was no coming back from this for me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt sad—not because my life was flashing before my eyes, but because I hadn’t gotten to tell Nancy everything I’d wanted to say. And I hadn’t been able to enjoy the night of my life with her.
I opened my eyes and looked at her father with a resigned look on my face. I also felt shocked inside as I realized that I was more worried that I’d never get to talk to her again as opposed to never getting to sleep with her. I knew that I cared for her more than that. Sex was the base of my attraction to her, but it wasn’t the only reason I felt drawn to her.
Chapter Fourteen
