“You're not going anywhere off the ship. Not until I have some answers. And you're damn well not going to give them to me here. We’re going to my cabin.”
He marched her ahead of him to his suite on the top floor, keeping his hand firmly on her neck. Lexi didn't try to talk. Jackson was right she didn't want to have this conversation in public. But she did wish he would turn her loose so she could look at him, try to gauge his features. Was he furious? Did any of the love he'd felt for her still exist?
He kept her nose almost to the door as he used his card key to enter his room. Even then he didn't release his hold on her neck.
“I want you naked, on all fours on my bed. If I get out of the shower and you're not there, I will find you, and you will not like it.”
Lexi nodded and he released her. Without another word or looking at her he crossed to the bathroom closing the door behind him. She just stared at the closed door. What did this mean? How he found out?
Ultimately it didn't really matter how he found out. He knew. That was what was important. She would let him work out his initial anger and then they could hopefully talk about moving forward.
Oh God, she hoped so.
But for now, he wanted her naked. He wanted her. They were finally going to have sex. No masks. No misconceptions. No matter what happened afterwards she would at least have this. She could feel the wetness gathering in her pussy.
She stripped out of her hoodie, black jeans, and tank top. Her underwear and bra joined the discarded clothes and she positioned herself on his bed.
She breathed. Deep, focused breaths. She wasn't afraid that Jackson would hurt her. Not physically anyway.
She heard the bathroom door open and Jackson move around the room behind her. She heard a condom wrapper open. Oh God.
“This lovely view seems very familiar. But this time I'm going to take that pussy rather than your ass. No talking. You gave up the right to talk when you decided to deceive me. The only word I want to hear from you is if you decide to safe-word out.”
There was so much she needed to explain. So much she should say. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just nodded.
She jerked as she felt his fingers touch her thighs gently, easing her legs apart. Gentleness was not what she been expecting. His fingers worked their way up to her pussy lips, sliding along her slit, easing one finger in and out. A sigh escaped her.
That finger continue to work itself in and out of her, while his other hand reached around to play with her breasts. Her nipples hardened, desperate for his touch.
“You're so wet. I don't know why you had the rule about not letting anyone in this pussy, but I won't lie, I'm glad you did.”
His thumb began strumming against her clit and her sighs became pants.
This was Jackson touching her the way she'd always dreamed.
Since Lexi had started participating in the BDSM lifestyle a year ago she'd spent quite a bit of time in subspace, just letting her mind go free. To just be in the moment. It had always taken a combination of pain and pleasure, and the right Dom being able to control both.
Now, as Jackson's fingers played with both her breast and her pussy she let her mind to go to that place again.
To just feel.
Jackson felt the change come over Alexandra. He felt everything about her body soften, submit, give in to him. It hadn't been what he expected, but he would take it.
He still didn't know exactly what she’d done in that computer server room, but knew it wasn't good. Alexandra Silver may be going to prison soon, but damn if he wasn’t going to get a taste of her first, ethical or not. Although, looking down the soft, submissive arch of her back as she lowered her head to rest on her arms, Jackson wondered for just a second if he'd be able to do it. To send her to jail. He took his hand off her breast and ran his fingers from her neck all the way down her spine to her ass, still slightly pink from his spanks hours ago.
Right now he wasn't going to think about whether she was a criminal or not, he was just going to think about sinking himself balls-deep in that pussy.
God she was so tight. He wasn't sure exactly when her husband died or when she last had sex. But she was so damn tight against just one of his fingers. Working his cock in was going to be tough.
Super fucking hot, but tough.
Maybe he could add to the lubrication. He kissed down her ass cheeks, until he was kneeling on the side of the bed, then moved her knee out so her hips dropped lower.
Right to where his mouth was. He began to eat her out from behind.
“Oh my God,” she muttered as her whole body began to shake when his tongue penetrated her pussy.
He reached up and smacked her ass. “No. Talking.” Then he began to thrust his tongue into her again, licking from the back all the way to the front. His fingers came up to lift the hood of her clit so he could suck the sensitive bundle. Her body bucked as he continued his onslaught, her voice somewhere between a wail and a moan.
She tasted so fucking sweet. He could stay down there all day feasting on her. But he also wanted to claim her pussy. Claim what she hadn't given to any other man at the club.
Burying his tongue deep inside her one more time, Jackson stood. He pulled her hips back so she was at the edge of the bed. He would take her from here.
Her hands gripped the covers out in front of her as he began to ease himself in inch by inch like he had in her ass earlier tonight.
“Your cunt is so hot. So tight.” His teeth were gritted as he eased himself in further, feeling the silky lining of her pussy milking him.
She began to rock her hips back, needing more than his shallow thrusts could give her. “You want this, baby?” He gave her another shallow thrust and she whimpered. “Because I want to give it to you.”
With a firm grasp of her hips he thrust all the way into her. She gasped in pain and froze. He felt the slight resistance inside her and froze too. Alexandra had been a virgin? How was that even possible?
“What the fuck?”
Her hips began to move again. “Jackson. Please keep going.” The plea came out as a sob and she peeked over his shoulder to look at him and he got a good look at her face for the first time.
His entire world shifted on its axis.
What. The. Hell.
“Lexi?”
He was buried balls deep in Lexi Durham?
She moved her hips again, her pussy throbbing around him in need.
Oh, fucking hell, he was buried balls deep in Lexi Durham. Had just thrust his way through her virginity. Felt her inner flesh gripping at him, milking him.
“Please don't stop, Jackson.”
His body was already moving inside her, didn't give a shit about whatever existential crisis his brain might be having because he was balls deep in Lexi Durham.
Jackson gave himself over to it. There wasn't any way he could stop himself now unless Alexandra — fucking Lexi — safe-worded out. And the way she was clenching around him, that seemed unlikely.
But he could damn well make this the most memorable first time experience someone could have. He reached around with both hands to cup her breasts, rolling her tightened nipples between his fingers as he thrust slowly in and out of her, wanting to give her a chance to adjust.
But Lexi had other plans. She bucked her hips back against him, obviously wanting more.
Her green eyes peered over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me, Jackson. Hard. Please, I need you.”
The Dom inside him took over. “Touch your clit. You want hard, I'll give it to you.” He thrust back in, faster this time, his hands gripping her hips, feeling her heat and wet surrounding him. Her cries became louder and he could feel her clenching around him.
“Master—” The word sobbed from her lips. “Please!”
“Come, Lexi. Now.”
He felt her fly apart around him. Her body jerked and he couldn't hold back his own groan and the orgasm tightened up from his balls then ripped through him. Her back
arched, milking his release for long moments. Finally, they both slid, exhausted, to the bed.
Jackson got up to dispose of the condom and found Lexi still lying half-on, half-off the bed when he returned. He slid her legs all the way on to the mattress.
Her eyes were closed but he didn't care. He wasn't waiting for answers.
“I have so many questions, I don't even know where to start. But why don't we begin with why the hell I thought you were another woman twice as I put my dick inside you the last twenty-four hours?”
Chapter Eleven
Jackson was trying to wrap his head around all the questions he had. He strode over to the full size bar in his suite to pour himself a drink. He didn't fucking care if it wasn't even nine o'clock in the morning yet. He sat in an oversized chair by the balcony door and stared at Lexi.
She had scurried over to her clothes and was currently putting her black jeans and tank top back on her lithe, fit body. With any other sub, he would've demanded her nakedness while they had a talk. But not with Lexi. Honestly, he didn't trust himself not to throw her back down on the bed.
Or paddle her ass.
He was probably going to do both. But first he wasn't going to get some damn answers. She sat down on the bed he'd just fucked her on and folded her hands in her lap, twisting them nervously.
“How are you even on this ship? Unless you legally changed your name to Alexandra Silver or something?”
“No, my name is still Durham. And that's what I'm sure the ship's passenger manifest says on it. People tend to overlook my last name when it's immediately followed by SilverSystems. They assume the Alexandra belonging to SilverSystems is a Silver.”
“So you work for her?”
She shrugged one slim shoulder. “We're partners. We met three years ago, just after I finished college. I had ideas and knowledge about programming. She had money to invest and business savvy. And we were both named Alexandra, and that sort of gave us an instant bond, although she goes by Alexandra and I go by Lexi.”
Lexi had always been good with computers. Had spent all her time in front of them when she was young. Younger. She'd even started, and evidently graduated, college earlier than most people her own age.
“You’re the one who developed the SilverSystems operating systems and software?”
She nodded. “Yes, there was a need in the market, I saw it, and our company filled it.”
“You not only filled it, you created some damn near impeccable software for the hospitality industry. You should be proud of it.”
“I am. It's definitely some of my best work.”
Jackson scrubbed his hand across his face. What the hell had she been doing coming out of that server room an hour ago? It was the most important question, but he wasn't going to ask it until he had other answers first. Like...
“What the hell have you been doing at a BDSM club, Lexi?” A thought shook him. “Looking for me?”
Her eyes narrowed before one trim eyebrow raised. “No, asshole. Looking for myself.”
He supposed he had that coming, but that didn't mean he wouldn't spank her for it later. “I just meant—”
“You left and I was devastated, Jackson. I was young, but that didn't mean my feelings for you weren't real. Weren't authentic. I threw myself into work, first college, then SilverSystems.”
“How did that lead you to BDSM?”
She averted her gaze. “I dated. Not right at first, but later. None of the normal vanilla guys interested me. At all. Hell, I even tried going out with a couple of vanilla girls. Nothing. Not enough heat to even get past kissing. Then Alexandra encouraged me to explore. She and her husband had been into some kink and she thought it might help get me out of my head. That I had natural submissive tendencies.”
Sweet mother of fuck. Jackson was instantly hard. Submissive tendencies? Had he missed that four years ago? Misinterpreted submissiveness and lumped it in with innocence instead?
Virgo. It made so much sense. He should’ve seen it. “Part of your need to submit is because you’re a Virgo. It’s written in your stars.”
She nodded. “Just like your need to dominate is partially because you’re an Aries.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
“Okay, so you went to a club and what? You used a different name? Lied about who you were?”
“Once again a case of mistaken identity that I didn't correct. Didn't have to because I was only there on mask nights. Alexandra is the face behind our company. We both have similar builds and blonde hair. When I put my name on the application, it was mine. But people heard 'Alexandra' and 'SilverSystems' owner and assumed I was Alexandra Silver.”
Jackson was still trying to wrap his head around all this. “So you went to a BDSM club, with a plan not to have sex. No green bead. It was one of the first things I noticed. I'm sure it was the first thing every Dom noticed.”
Her green eyes flitted away, refusing to look at him.
“Lexi?” Now she looked up. “There are people who join BDSM clubs with no intent to have sex for different reasons — some of them just want pain or domination. Some have been sexually abused and want relief in another way. Was that the case for you?”
Eye-contact gone again. She stood up. ”You know what? I don't have to answer your questions. Just because we had sex, doesn't mean—”
“Sit down.” His tone allowed no refusal. The submissive in her responded instantly. ”Did you have the no-sex rule when you first entered the club? Answer me.”
“No, Sir.”
Her response was instant and so sweetly submissive it was all he could do not to push her back down on the bed, throw her legs up on his shoulders and fuck her senseless. But the answers were more important. Barely.
“So you planned to have sex or had at least thought about it, but something changed your mind.”
She nodded.
“What happened? Did nothing turn you on there either? Still feel as bland as you did when dating the vanilla?”
“Something like that, yes.”
She was lying. He could tell by the set of her jaw and the way her eyes shifted.
“Remember how your ass burned last night just from my hand? I can use my belt on your lovely ass if that's what it takes to get the truth from you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, but her nipples hardened against her tank top. She could act like she wasn't turned on by the thought of him punishing her, but her body didn't lie.
“The truth, Lexi. What happened to make you decide not to have sex at the club?”
“You happened.”
“What?
“I spent the first few times at the club as a guest. No bracelet so no one to push any agenda on me. I wanted to see what I liked for myself. Or if I liked any of it at all.”
“Smart.”
She shrugged. “I liked it all. A lot. “
He had to know. “What did you like about it? What did you see that turned you on?”
Her breathing hitched, nipples became more pronounced against her shirt. He wanted to demand she come kneel between his legs as she told him. Get her to stroke her own breasts as she did it, while he palmed his own cock. But that would not lead them deeper into the conversation.
“I saw a woman tied to a St. Andrew's cross being flogged on her stomach, breasts and thighs.”
“And you liked that?”
“Yes.” Her word came out on a breath.
“Was she being flogged for punishment or for pleasure?”
She gave a knowing little smile. “Then I thought it was punishment, but I know now it was pleasure.”
“And if I told you I plan to get you on the St. Andrew's cross soon? Would that turn you on or make you wary?”
She stared hard at him. “Both.”
He chuckled. “Smart girl. What else did you see that night?”
“I saw a woman naked over a spanking bench. She was being paddled. Then her Master stopped and made her hold her ass cheeks ope
n while he plugged her. She was being punished.”
He wondered if she knew her hips were shifting restlessly on the bed as she described the scene. The thought of it definitely turned her on.
“Did her Dom say what she was being punished for?”
She looked directly at him. “She got caught masturbating when her Dom had gone to the gym.”
Jackson felt his own breath hitch. Sounded familiar. “Seems like someone had been a bad girl. Did anything else happen in that scene?”
She nodded her breathing a little more ragged. “After he plugged her he paddled her again, then made her suck him off and apologize for attempting to steal orgasms that rightfully belonged to him.”
“Did you see anything else that night?”
“Bondage. A medical scene. Hot wax.”
“And did it turn you on?
“Not the medical scene. But yes, everything else. By the time I left I was dripping. I couldn't wait to go back. Wait to try things.”
“And you did. Tell me what you've done at the club.”
She fidgeted. “I've been spanked. Plugged. Flogged. Bound. Double teamed, as you know.”
“And you enjoyed it all? Orgasmed?”
“Yes, Alexandra was right. I needed the extra stimulation to get me out of my own head. To help me concentrate on feeling rather than overthinking everything.”
He moved over to sit next to her on the bed. “And you didn't think regular sex would help you with that? Why no sex?”
“I had planned to. From the first time in the club, I had planned to. But then I saw you. I wanted you to be my first. If you and I were both there, and you were an option, then I wanted it to be you. Honestly I had no idea you were into the lifestyle when I first joined, but I wasn't surprised when I found out you were. I kept the mask on because I thought you would run again if you knew it was me. And then I started sending you the letters, and now here we are.”
Jesus. She'd grown up and become every single possible thing he'd wanted in a woman. He'd wanted her when she was nineteen but knew it was wrong, she was too young. He still believed that was true.
But now here she was sitting in front of him: smart, successful, beautiful and into the same dark, kinky stuff that had always turned him on. He wanted to fuck her and spank her and tie her up and down in ways she'd only even dreamed of.
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