by Measha Stone
He bit down on her neck, giving her just the edge her body craved and sending her over into the blissful explosion. She screamed out for him, unsure if she wanted help or wanted more.
“Good girl, good girl,” he whispered, running his hands up and down her back while her orgasm slowly ebbed and let her come back down to earth with him. The post-orgasm haze lifted and she realized he was still stroking her. He didn’t flinch at her scar, didn’t skip over it the way other men had. He ran his hand over it, like it was a normal part of her body.
At the Annex she’d been able to keep her shirt on with the few clients she’d had. Only agreeing to impact play from the waist down, she hadn’t had to show anyone the ugly marks of the fire. But she knew eventually someone would see.
Just one more thing for Hunter to use against her when he returned her to the Annex.
She shifted her weight. There it was. The hard steel of his erection pressing against her thigh.
Her mouth watered at the thought, the temptation of tasting it.
He didn’t stop her from getting off his lap, but instead watched with wide eyes as she slipped to her knees in front of him.
“Jae—” He stopped talking when her hands went to his belt.
“Daddy, may I?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She’d like to tell herself she was playing a game. That she was trying to appease the man who could end her life with a single phone call. But it would be a lie.
Because she didn’t believe he would do that. There was a way he spoke of his uncle, a dark sadness in his tone when he spoke of him, that made her believe he didn’t like the way Jansen did things. He wouldn’t turn her over to him, and he wouldn’t put her in danger by telling him or Peter or Ash what her real plans were.
But none of that had anything to do with her asking her question. In the short time she’d been with him, he’d teased her. He’d listened to her too, he’d talked with her.
“Please?” she said when he continued to stare down at her.
He brushed away her hands and unbuckled his belt on his own, pulling it free of the loops.
“If you’ll take a spanking for me, you can suck my cock after.” He folded the belt in two.
She nodded and scrambled toward the bed. He laughed.
“A bit eager for a girl who’s only felt my displeasure on her ass.”
“I—” She stopped. What was she doing?
“Over the bed, baby girl,” he ordered and moved to her side with three steps. Once beside her, he pressed down on her naked back until her chest flattened against the messed-up blankets of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, there you go… good.”
As the first lash of the belt struck, she rose up to her toes. The second and third lashes spread like a forest fire through her body, and electricity ran through her after the fifth. Arching her back, she mewled as he continued.
“I think my little girl likes a little pain,” he mused, striking her harder. She yelped, but then groaned. A warm sensation ran through her.
“Your ass was made for a belting,” he said, running his hands over her warmed cheeks. The punishment spanking hadn’t been as hard, but it had been cold. This was warm, intimate.
“Please, Daddy.” She brought her ass up higher. Wanting another strike, a touch, a kiss, something to help ease the ache between her legs.
His fingers ran through the slickness of her pussy lips, touching her clit and driving her toward that same edge again.
“I want to bury my cock in you,” he said, but it sounded soft, like she wasn’t supposed to hear it.
But she had.
“I want it too.” She looked over her shoulder. “Please, Daddy?” She’d never felt such a void before. She wanted. Not just his cock, but his ownership, his dominance. She wanted all of him to the point of pain.
He didn’t say anything for too long of a time, then wiped his hand across his mouth.
“If I fuck you, Jae, I don’t think I can give you back,” he said with grated emotion. Had this really been the man who’d glared at her with such precision only days before?
Going back to the Annex would mean being a plaything for anyone who had enough money and enough power. She’d never get to Jansen if what Hunter said was true.
She stood up from her position and pressed her palms to his chest.
“You might change your mind before the end of the weekend,” she whispered, hoping it wasn’t true.
He slid both hands into her hair, fisting and pulling her head back until his mouth hovered directly over hers. “If I taste you, really have a bite of you, I won’t ever give you back. I can’t explain it, and I don’t have to, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
Her pussy clenched at the endearment, at his possessive grip, his warm stare bearing into her heart.
“That’s right, Daddy.” She licked her lips, losing herself in his dominance.
“Get on the bed.” He smacked her bottom and gave her a push.
She climbed the mattress, moving back until there was room for him to join her. With a quickened heartbeat, she watched him unbutton and remove his shirt. Hard muscles rippled beneath the material as he dropped the shirt to the floor. Her eyes flickered to the hard line of his cock pressing against his pants as he unbuttoned and unzipped the barrier. His cock bobbed free when he dropped the pants and kicked them away.
“No boxers?” she asked with some cheek.
“Not today.” He climbed on the bed, giving her a predatory wink.
She sat up, reaching for his erection but was stopped by his hand wrapping around her wrist. “Please?”
“I want your mouth,” he ordered, pulling on her wrist until she was on all fours before him. “Open wide, baby girl.” He fisted his dick and brought it to her mouth, running the smooth head over her lips until she opened like a good girl for him. His good girl.
He thrust into her, giving her no time to accept his thickness before he hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn’t relent, and he pushed her head until she was back on him.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned and thrust forward again. She swallowed, taking him more easily now, letting her tongue lash the underside of his cock.
He moaned again, thrusting harder. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth, but he wouldn’t stop fucking her face. It began to run down her chin, but she ignored it. His smooth, hard cock ran over her tongue, down her throat, sating a part of her she’d been ignoring for far too long.
“Such a good girl.” He yanked her head back by her hair, resting the swollen head of his cock on her lips. “You’ve made a mess.” He pulled back, making all the saliva that had collected string between her mouth and his dick. “Clean it up,” he ordered.
With no delay, she began to slurp and lick until his cock was clean.
“On your back.” He gave her shoulders a little push.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered and scrambled to get into position.
His hands pried her knees apart and he settled between them. Leaning over her body, he took her lips beneath his, crushing the air from her lungs. She didn’t need it, she had him.
Readjusting her feet, she spread herself wider, feeling his cock at her entrance. Arching her hips upward to take him inside her, she made him chuckle.
“Who controls this?” he asked, breaking their kiss.
“You do.” She pouted.
“Who says when you get cock and when you don’t?”
“You,” she whined, wiggling her hips beneath him.
“And who will spank you like a naughty little girl when you misbehave?” The question had a weight to it, like it meant more than who got to fuck her.
“You will, Daddy.” She looked into his eyes, feeling the connection she’d promised herself she wouldn’t make with him. He was just a contract. Right?
“Who do you obey?”
“You.” She stretched her neck and kissed his lips. “I obey you.”
“Damn right.” He reared his hips ba
ck and drove into her with one fluid motion. She cried out from the forced invasion. Her pussy stretched around him, gripping him and adjusting to his size.
“Hard,” she begged. “Please, Daddy, hard.” She planted her feet on the mattress.
“I don’t do gentle, baby girl,” he promised and drove into her again and again. She met each thrust, hooking one foot behind him.
He bit at her neck, scraping his teeth down her throat.
“Fuck,” she gasped when he pushed her thighs toward her cheeks, making her passage tighter and his cock bigger.
“Language.” The chastisement came out on a low growl and he nipped her harder. The painful edge of his bite only drove her further to her orgasm.
“I have to, oh fuck, oh god, oh! I have to!” She gripped his shoulders.
“All you have to do is beg.” He grinned down at her, grinding his hips into her and rubbing her clit harder as he continued his sensual assault on her body.
She groaned. Beg him. Hadn’t she already given him enough? She’d gone against her rules. She’d accepted his authority, she’d given into a submissive side she didn’t admit existed, and now he wanted her to beg?
“You can do this, baby girl. You can give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” She arched her spine, feeling him go deeper still and moaning.
“Everything. Give me everything, Jaelynn.” He stopped moving, staring into her eyes. “Give me all of you. Submit to me, completely.”
Her breath came out in a huff, not from repulsion, not from fear, but from the deep tension leaving her body. He didn’t see her as just a little fuck toy for the weekend. Something had transpired, something went deeper between them.
“Please let me come for you. Fuck me until you make me yours,” she begged in a soft, deep, soul-tearing voice.
“More.” He thrust harder, making her body jerk along the bed.
“Please make me yours, make me your baby girl,” she pleaded, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Come with me, come now.”
It was as though her body now obeyed him. As the words escaped him, her body exploded with fire and pleasure and pain and beauty.
He captured her scream with a kiss as he growled against her lips and found his own release. His cum filled her. Spasms from his cock mirrored her own pulsations as they rocked together until they slowed to a stop.
His breath mingled with hers, hot and heavy. A thin layer of sweat covered his chest, and her chest, and everywhere between. There was no him or her at that moment, but only them. Together.
Another kiss, another sweet bite to her neck and he withdrew from her. He didn’t go far, and he never released her. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him, cradling her in his arms.
“I’m never letting you go,” he vowed into the silence of the room. She snuggled harder into his chest.
“I—” she sighed. “I have to fix what happened. He can’t get away with it, and he’s your uncle.”
His arm tightened around her, as though he could hold her back from her vengeance. His uncle couldn’t get away with what he’d done. She would get revenge.
And Hunter would leave.
6
Jae spent the afternoon sleeping. He wondered how long it had been since the woman had any real rest without worrying about avenging her parents. How to make the rent? How she would survive working in the Annex without having to give herself over completely?
After a call with Peter, Hunter confirmed what he already knew. She’d never been with any client for anything other than impact play. It settled his soul to know she wasn’t touched in the way he’d touched her by anyone else frequenting the Annex.
He needed to figure out what to do with his uncle. She deserved retribution. His uncle had killed her parents, had hurt her. For that transgression, he wanted to wrap his own hands around the old man’s throat.
Keeping her would mean she’d have to deal with Jansen. He wouldn’t make her face him with a pleasant smile, and he probably couldn’t keep her from diving across the table with a knife in hand either.
She had spirit, and he wouldn’t take that from her.
“Hunter, your uncle’s here,” Damien interrupted.
“Fuck.” Hunter stood from his desk. His uncle picked the wrong time as usual to show up. “Keep Jaelynn upstairs. If you see her, you pick her ass up and carry her back to my rooms and tie her down.” Hunter rounded his desk.
“Okay,” Damien said with more pleasure than Hunter could allow.
“Not literally, asshole. Just keep her up there. She can’t see my uncle.”
Damien’s shoulders slumped. Apparently, his little girl had pissed Damien off with her adventures in his office.
“Got it. He’s in the living room helping himself to your brandy.” Damien jerked a thumb and headed toward the stairs to keep watch.
Hunter nodded. “Thanks.”
As he made his way to the living room he heard voices. The staff had been given the weekend off. Only Damien had stayed back.
“You don’t remember?” Jaelynn’s voice carried down the hallway, and Hunter picked up his speed.
“I’m sorry, but no. I have a lot of buildings and real estate through the city. How could I remember one useless warehouse?” His uncle’s deep voice chilled him.
“Jae!” Hunter rounded the corner into the living room and set his sights on her. Dressed in a pair of leggings and one of his t-shirts, she stood five feet from his uncle. Her hair had been brushed back into a ponytail.
She didn’t turn to look at him but kept her glare on his uncle.
“Hunter!” Jansen smiled and turned away from her. He had no idea how much she wanted him dead. “I didn’t realize you had company, or that she was—well—allowed to walk around freely, otherwise I would have waited until Monday,”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed at the implication his uncle made. Jae was not a whore, and she sure as fuck wasn’t some slave toy to be chained up in his bedroom.
“Jaelynn is free to do what she wishes, Uncle. I was hoping to introduce the two of you properly, though. She’s going to be around for a long time.” He kept his eyes focused on his uncle, not sparing a glance toward Jae.
“Ah, took a long contract? I should have really jumped on that deal with Samuel. Ashland is making money hand over fist, especially now with all his regulations. Give the girls a bit more freedom, and you’ll get a better caliber of product.”
“Product?” Jae whispered from the other side of the room.
“Jae, go upstairs,” Hunter said with a head jerk.
“No.” she argued, crossing her arms over her chest. “You just said I do as I please.”
Hunter gritted his teeth. He couldn’t very well threaten to spank her ass in front of his uncle. He would find it too entertaining, and he needed him to lose interest.
“Jaelynn, go upstairs right now.” Hunter’s jaw clenched. Keeping his voice level had never been so hard.
She looked at him, then his uncle. Her shoulders dropped. “Yeah. Of course.” She stopped at the entrance of the living room and glared at Jansen. “That warehouse you don’t remember. The useless building you blew up for the insurance money, or to hide some murder, or evidence of some other shit, killed my parents. Not that you care. Not that you’ll ever pay for what you did. I wanted you dead for the past five years. But you dying won’t bring them back. But I hope you lose everything. I hope your entire empire crumbles and you die a lonely, old, bitter man.”
Jansen’s eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched.
“Jae, go!” Hunter barked at her.
With tears in her eyes, she turned and ran from the room.
“Who the fuck did that bitch think she was talking to? She wants me dead? Did she tell you that?” His uncle’s face reddened.
“She’s no threat,” Hunter assured him.
“You let her speak to me with such insolence? Such disrespect?” His anger began to ris
e in his voice.
“I’ll deal with her,” Hunter promised.
“See that you do. If she ever speaks like that to me again, I’ll take care of it myself.”
Hunter knew better than to argue. His uncle would do what he wanted, and if he wanted to teach Jae a lesson, the harshest spanking Hunter could ever give her would be foreplay in comparison.
“What did you want to see me about?” Hunter changed the topic.
A man who put business above personal relationships, his uncle slid into work mode. Hunter listened while the prattle went on and on, but his thoughts were of Jae. She’d been ready to cry.
Was it from anger or from betrayal? Did she think he didn’t side with her?
He’d have to make her understand. His uncle couldn’t be fucked with. It wouldn’t be safe for her, or for him.
“Hunter.” Damien ran into the room, out of breath and annoyed.
“What now?” Jansen barked.
“Sorry. She’s gone.”
“Who’s gone?” Jansen demanded. Had he already forgotten about Jae? Only minutes had passed.
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Hunter turned his back on his uncle and stalked to the door.
“I mean she’s gone. She passed me in the hall going back up to your room, so I waited outside and made sure she stayed up there like you said. But then I heard glass, and a yell. She left.”
“How?” Hunter was already running to the front door.
“She jumped out of your window. The window must have slammed shut after she was out, the glass shattered.”
“Fuck. Get the car,” he ordered. “Uncle, I’ll have to finish this later.”
“Let the whore go.” Jansen waved a hand. “You’ll get another.”
Get another.
There was no other than Jae.
He turned to Damien. “I said get the fucking car.”
7
Jaelynn stood at the bus stop, one suitcase in hand, the other at her feet. The wind whipped around her, blowing her hair across her face.
She’d been such a colossal fool! Thinking she could actually get to and kill someone as powerful as Elliot Jansen? What had she been thinking? He would have killed her in one second without thought. She ruled her life on emotion.