Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“I thought you wanted me naked.”
“A change of heart.”
Frowning, she lifted her head to look back over her shoulder.
A small smile toyed with his lips. “Safer for both of us.”
The knowledge that he wanted her was an aphrodisiac.
“I’m asking for your consent.”
She’d been so consumed with thinking about him that she’d forgotten to answer. “Yes. You may touch my clit through my panties.”
Once again he warmed her up before picking up the paddle. Willow closed her eyes and exhaled, pushing away all stray thoughts so she could focus on the heady mix of pleasure and pain.
He worked his way up and down each thigh and covered each buttock with light taps, and even those were worse than most of the leather paddles she’d experienced. He started over, repeating his pattern but with a few random, unexpected strikes.
She was breathless when he grabbed her panties and yanked them higher, wedging them in her pussy. The sensation was sharp, in such a good way. She wanted to come already.
“You’re wet.”
There was no need to answer.
He rubbed her clit, and it couldn’t have seared more if he’d touched her bare skin.
She pushed back, silently begging for more. Instead of giving it to her, Jax moved his hand to the middle of her back. He kept a physical connection between them as he blazed her skin. The wood whistled through the air with each strike. Her whimpers turned to sobs from the force of the release he gave her.
When it was over, he helped her to stand. Her knees wobbled, and she grabbed his forearm for support. She caught sight of them in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were wide, and tears streaked her face. Her ass was red, and a few of the lines were deep enough to linger.
Then their gazes met. He looked at her with possession and hunger in his narrowed eyes. “No man but me will ever do this to you.”
“Jax,” she whispered, turning to him, only him. “I need you to make love to me.”
* * * * *
Aching to bury his cock deep inside her and drive away the hunger threatening to devour them both, Jax folded her into his arms and held her until she stopped shaking.
“Will you?”
He eased back to hold her head between his hands. “No. I can’t, Willow, as much as I want to.” Honor was the only thing that provided him with the strength to deny her.
He’d paddled her hard, and when he helped her up, the sight of the tear tracks staining her face told him she’d been lost in her pleasure. If he fucked her now, he’d be taking advantage of her vulnerable state. But if she asked again outside of the club? He would never be able to resist.
“You’re refusing me?” Her voice was soft with rejection.
“I’m trying to be a hero,” he countered.
“Don’t.”
“Fuck, princess. Have some mercy. I’d do damn near anything to please you. But I agreed to your rules.” He had to hold on to the fraying thread of resolve.
“I’ve changed my mind about penetration.”
“My beautiful Willow. You’re not in any condition to give consent right now.”
She sighed out her vexation. And his demanding cock was strangled in his slacks.
Jax held her for a long time, until her breathing returned to normal. Then he helped her to dress.
She grabbed hold of his forearm for support as she slipped into her shoes.
“Give me a minute to clean up the room.”
“Isn’t the sub supposed to do that?”
“Yeah. But princesses don’t.”
She gave him a half smile. Was it his imagination, or did the room get brighter? After wiping down the bench, he packed his bag before asking, “Where are you staying?”
“Nearby.” She adjusted her skirt. She was back in control and obviously stinging from his denial. “It’s close enough to walk. I’ll see myself back. Thank you for a nice evening.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Look—”
“You’re not dismissing me, Willow.” He was pissed. “I will see you safely back to your hotel.”
“You made it clear that we were done.” She pulled back her hair and twisted it into some kind of knot.
“Not even for a second. I was honoring your boundaries. And if you have an emotional crash, I’m going to be there. You’re not getting rid of me yet, so you might as well quit trying. Your call. You can walk out of here or I can toss you over my shoulder.”
She looked at him, studied his stance as if trying to determine how serious he was. Finally, she exhaled a slight huff. “You can secure a ride for me.”
“Do I look like I’m open to a compromise?” When she opened her mouth again, his temper unraveled. “Don’t make me gag you.”
“You—”
“Last chance. I’ll give you the world, but I won’t risk your safety. Deal with it.” He picked up his bag. Then, aware that he might have overreacted because she mattered to him, and not just because she was his investor’s kid, he added, “It’s a ride.” Deep inside, he knew it was so much more for her. Her freedom. Her perceived slight. “Is it worth the argument? Five minutes, Willow.”