After he backed away without so much as a goodnight kiss, Brynn was churning. Yeah, the damn orgasm rocket he helped launch might have gone off without any problem except that in the aftermath it was still orbiting and leaving an unfulfilled lust trail a mile wide. Ugh.
Frustrated and bewildered, she grabbed a scrap of paper and sat down to make a list of ways to even the score. He was seriously mistaken if he thought she’d take her orgasm and go home like a ‘good girl’ and not rebound almost immediately and try to wrangle her own naughty victory out of his over-sexed ass.
Okay, she thought as the blank paper taunted her, I can do this. Tapping a pen on the table, the very same table where he laid her out naked and delirious with desire just a few nights ago, Brynn worked up a couple of options.
1. Dirty text message.
2. Dirty text message with naughty picture
3. Just a picture. Something wicked and sexy
4. Maybe a series of pictures – like a strip tease
5. A voice recording of her moaning STRIKE THAT dumb idea
6. A video – quick and dirty as fuck – maybe touching herself?
Dammit. Nothing quite floated this particular boat. Getting off as she rode him with their bodies separated by too fucking much in the way of clothing had been nice for about five minutes. And then the slow, aching throb returned. The one that wanted Jax Merrill buck-ass naked and buried inside her where she could properly tend to her apparently insatiable needs.
Letting her mind drift, she wondered what he was doing right this moment. She’d left him with quite a stiffy, which only made her even more desperate. She did not like the idea that their encounter had been so one-sided or that he’d been okay with that. Didn’t seem right to her way of thinking. After all, his cock was a work of art. There was no denying he was male perfection and then some. Was nothing short of a crime to let him walk away without having seen to his pleasure.
Hmmmm. Would he touch himself, stroke that glorious perfection until he exploded by his own hand? Well, that didn’t sit well with her. Screw that. And what the hell was all that bullshit he said about needing to be all dominant and in control? If he was trying to scare her it hadn’t worked. No way. As a matter of fact, it only drove home the point she was making. There was no way she could accept the notion that he’d be jerking off by himself while she was throbbing with need. This was ridiculous. If he wanted to fucking dominate her, bring it on!
Abandoning the list in disgust as it had only made things worse, she stormed toward the stairs. Kicking off her sneakers and socks on the landing she started climbing as her feet angrily stomped out a frustrated rhythm. Removing her clothing bit by bit along the way her t-shirt got pulled over her head and tossed at her feet. Painfully aware that her nipples just refused to back down, she unhooked her bra where that too was dropped after a few steps.
Seeing her breasts, heavy and still swollen with need, swaying as she stomped along only increased her exasperation. Dammit to hell. He should be here with her. Sucking on her tits while her fingers mapped every hard contour, ridge, and swollen inch of his flesh.
Hastily tearing open the snap on her jeans, Brynn couldn’t get the zipper down fast enough. In her mind the denim barrier that had prevented her from grinding properly against his cock was royally pissing her off and needed to go. When she reached the top of the stairs she took a few steps as she shimmied her ass while shoving the offending clothing down her legs.
“Fuck these damn jeans,” she muttered out loud. Until that very moment, a well-worn pair of comfortable jeans were her go-to wardrobe choice. Now however she was rethinking that particular habit. After ditching the straight-laced, ‘don’t fuck with me’ power suits from her time as a financial wizard, she hadn’t been inclined to explore other fashion options, which was why the jeans came into play. They were functional and easy to wear. Jesus. Was she really that boring? Maybe it was time to let Rhiann with her fashionista savvy kit her out with some less humdrum clothes.
Leaving the denim in a tumbled pile in the hallway, she was left in a pair of equally sensible and comfy cotton panties that were from an off-the-rack three pack she’d grabbed at Target. Hardly sexy, they all but screamed ‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING’.
A man like Jax should have a woman who had game in the lingerie department. Serious game. All that macho, chest thumping domination required some mind-melting silk and lace. After all, he brought an amazing body and the beautiful cock she’d been thinking about to the table along with some mad, panty-drenching skills. The man was sex incarnate, and it was up to her to bring something equally as fabulous.
Tearing the offending cotton off, Brynn eyed the childish butterfly print and wondered what the hell she’d been thinking when she bought them. One pair in pink, another in blue and a third in white, those stupid butterflies mocked her newfound sexuality. Good grief, she could certainly do better than that, right?
It didn’t exactly escape her attention that the panties she’d peeled off were certainly more than just a little damp, a stark reminder of what was fueling her present mood. Standing stark naked outside her bedroom, Brynn’s mind suddenly lit up with a sexy tableau that would do way more than even the score if she played it right. Laughing with wicked delight, she did an about-face and headed for the hallway bathroom instead. “Time for a steamy shower,” she giggled aloud.
SETTLING DOWN AFTER WALKING BRYNN to her door proved harder than Jax thought it would, with ‘harder’ being the operative word. Letting her sexy ass grind on him and the way she lost all control in the process had been a fucking revelation. That and the surprising way she’d calmly accepted his admission about needing to play the caveman in the bedroom had done nothing short of rock his world. The sexy baker was going to be his downfall, he just knew it, as did his dick which was rock hard and ferociously dissatisfied with how the night was playing out.
Standing by the distinctive arched window in the loft, he stared into the nighttime darkness and tried to bring himself under control. The full moon on a cloudless night lit up everything, making the lawn and tops of the dense tree line surrounding the house look like the scene from a movie. Shadows from the gabled roof gave the intricate spindle work and gingerbread on the home’s exterior a magical look. He understood Brynn’s deeply emotional attachment to her grandmother’s home. It really was quite special.
Just as Jax started to turn away he noticed a light appear in an upstairs room. It was the window that faced the one where he stood; a window he knew was in the master bedroom.
Hmmm, Brynn must be getting ready for bed. When the curtains were suddenly pulled open, Jax froze. The entire room was visible from his vantage point. As Brynn walked to her bed, he noted she was wrapped in a towel with her hair piled on top of her head. She’d obviously just come from the bath, and he found his mind crowding with all sorts of thoughts like what kind of bodywash she favored and how it made her skin smell.
And then, the towel dropped. Holy shit. Standing in the darkened loft, Jax moved closer to the window to gain a better view. He could see everything. The curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. The dip along her collarbone, even the valley between her breasts. Nothing short of a bunker busting bomb dropped at his feet would make him turn away. Not only was she beautiful up close, but from a distance Brynn stole his breath. She was, in a word, magnificent.
He enjoyed watching her naked body move with an unhurried grace around the bedroom until eventually she came to a halt directly in front of the double-wide window. She seemed oblivious to the spectacle she made and Jax frowned as he hurriedly scanned their surroundings with burning eyes. He didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. Just the thought sparked a red haze of possessive jealousy.
And then it hit him. There was no way anyone but him could see what she was doing. Unless it was the Google Earth satellite or the fucking International Space Station, the property was completely secluded from view. Was she playing with him? Did she hope he was watching? Sh
e certainly knew the window of the loft looked out on the side of the house where her bedroom sat. Hmmm. Shit was getting interesting, fast.
Keeping an eye on her this way seemed rather voyeuristic, he thought, but that certainly didn’t motivate him to stop. On the contrary. The very idea that she was deliberately provoking him got his blood pumping. All sorts of dirty thoughts fired up as his breathing changed and his cock throbbed with renewed interest. He actually contemplated taking it out and stroking himself while he enjoyed her cheeky display.
She bent slightly and he realized she was pumping something into her hands from a tall container sitting on the nightstand. What happened after that made his eyes almost bug out of his head. Mesmerized, he stood spellbound as she began smoothing her hands along her body, leaving a trail of something that glistened in the light. Good God. She was massaging body lotion into her skin and doing it in a way that was making him insane with desire. He was bewitched, captivated, and totally enthralled with the private show he was now sure she was putting on just for him.
His fucking head nearly exploded when she kneaded her delectable breasts, spending an inordinate amount of time on each perfect mound, rubbing the lotion all over, then concentrating on the nipples that he saw with his own eyes were hard and a beautiful shade of dusty rose. He’d seen a lot of interesting shit in his day including his fair share of sex acts, some in person, but mostly in video, but nothing was as hot or turned him on as quickly as watching Brynn touch herself. For him. For his pleasure. Fuck. The thought made his dick so hard he thought it was going to break through the zipper on his jeans.
The slow torture continued as she smoothed more lotion down her belly and along her sides as she contorted this way and that to reach every inch of skin. When her hands moved closer to the blond curls between her legs, Jax groaned and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. If she started touching herself intimately he was going to fucking explode. Thank God she didn’t because he wasn’t quite sure what he would have done if he had to stand there and watch as she pleasured herself. That would have been asking too much as far as he was concerned.
Before long she’d smoothed the lotion onto her thighs, front, and back and then in a move worthy of a burlesque queen, turned her backside to the window and massaged the creamy moisture into the flesh of her gorgeous ass. His vision started to cloud with a serious case of thundering lust when, with her back still turned, she put a foot onto the bench at the end of her bed and worked the lotion into her calves. From that angle he had a view of her ass that was the definition of sizzling temptation. Holy fuck.
When she was finished, he was hard as steel and breathing like he’d run a marathon. It all went to hell in that proverbial hand basket a second later when she released her golden mane of curls and they tumbled across her shoulders and down her back. He had to clench his hands when the desire to wrap a fist in those blond locks and control her blazed through his mind.
She wasn’t done with him yet. Reaching for a hairbrush, she bent over and scooped her hair so it hung over her head and began slowly running the brush from the nape of her neck, across her skull, and out to the curled ends.
Okay. This tease had gone on long enough and had very definitely made her point, whatever it was. Without hesitating, Jax turned and stormed out of the loft, making his way down the steps and out the door without consciously being aware of his feet touching the ground. For all he knew, he was flying. In his haste to get to her, he could have walked through red-hot coals and not fucking noticed.
In just a few long strides he was climbing the side steps onto the wraparound porch as he reached into his pocket for the key she’d given him. Unlocking the door that led to the mudroom, he let himself in and latched the door behind him. Moving into the kitchen he noticed a slip of crumpled paper discarded on the table next to a pen. Stopping to glance at the contents he nearly swallowed his tongue at what he saw written. Holy God, the hotter than hell performance she was putting on started very deliberately with a series of notes.
So. Brynn had let her bad girl take over. She had no idea what she’d unleashed by doing so. Heading toward her bedroom like a motherfucking heat seeking missile, he immediately noticed the trail of clothing she’d left like breadcrumbs leading him to his prize. Naughty Brynn. She was so going to pay for the added provocation, not that he needed any. Took but seconds to stomp up the stairs and down the hallway, arriving at her bedroom door which he shoved open making it thud heavily on the wall as he stood there in the doorframe eating her alive with his eyes.
When he barged in to her private sanctuary, she whirled around with wide-eyed shock that made him laugh out loud. She was good at this. Damn good. She played her part well and judging by the way she’d quickly grabbed a conveniently placed flimsy nightie off the bed and clutched it to her chest like a frightened innocent, had given a lot of thought to how this all would play out. Time for him to improvise and shock the hell out of her.
“You’ve been naughty, Brynn,” he growled in an authoritative voice that let her know he was taking control, and she could forget whatever scenario she’d worked up in her wicked imagination.
Stalking quickly across the space that separated them, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her rather forcefully until she slammed into him. He captured her eyes with his and held on tight, fixing her with a look that suggested she was in serious trouble.
“Do you always parade in front of an open window for anyone to see? Not a smart move, baby.”
With that he dropped onto the padded bench at the foot of the big bed and used his overwhelming strength to yank her forward until she fell face first with a grunt of surprise over his lap, her naked ass resting on his thighs.
“Jax,” she cried.
“Shut up Brynn. You were a very bad girl and bad girls get punished.”
As she struggled to right herself he smiled and thoroughly enjoyed the view of her ass wiggling frantically as the precariousness of her situation sank in. Laying a hand between her shoulder blades to trap her in place, he caressed the flesh on her ass, making her skin pucker. Fear? Excitement? Probably both.
“Nobody sees you like this but me, Brynn. Understand?” he barked.
Before she had a chance to answer he drew back his hand and swung, smacking one gorgeous cheek with two quick, hard whacks. The sound his hand made as it connected with her flesh made his cock surge.
“Owww,” she wailed, trying to shield her butt with a hand. “Jax, stop!”
He laughed at her shocked distress. Nice try. Grabbing her hand he held it firm on her back and told her in a low, gravelly voice, “You think about this the next time you feel like showing off your naked body.”
Moving to the other cheek he did the same thing leveling two hard smacks in quick succession as she jerked and squirmed trying to get away from him. Fat chance of that happening.
“Anyone could see you,” he growled.
She sounded worked up but not in a panicked way when she cried, “Only you Jax. I was doing it for you.”
God. She was priceless. “I know,” he murmured close to her ear. “And now I get to spank your glorious ass for being such a naughty tease.”
He restrained her again with a firm hand between her shoulders and proceeded to lay down a wicked spanking, one cheek at a time, going back and forth until her shocked cries turned to low moans. Grunting with satisfaction he watched as her thighs pressed together and nodded, knowing what that telltale movement indicated.
The globes of her delectable ass were a pretty pink when she finally gave up the struggle. He liked subduing her this way. A lot. When she whimpered softly after a particularly heavy whack, he slid his hand down the seam of her ass and into the space between her legs to test how wet she was. He was rewarded when his fingers discovered a flood of moisture.
“My bad girl likes getting spanked,” he snickered. “Your body gives you away Brynn,” he crowed as her ass arched into his touch, inviting him to delve deeper.
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p; She was nuts if she imagined it would be that easy. No. He was only getting started. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled her up and off his lap noting with smug satisfaction that her hands immediately went to her ass and held on to each cheek. He knew she’d feel heat coming from her pinked skin, making him leer at her with hungry delight.
“Bet that smarts, huh?” he asked as his eyes gave her a thorough once-over. Not only was her ass red, her nipples were pebbled and jutting from the tips of her breasts as her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. Sexy Brynn was very, very turned on and nothing could have pleased him more.
With his hand still in her hair, he dragged her caveman style around the foot of the bed and shoved her up against the mattress until she stumbled forward awkwardly. She was about to learn the hard way, nine inches of hard, that when she played the vixen, his response would be primitive and rough.
Pushing her head down, he growled, “Bend over woman. Legs apart and no hands unless you want more of what just happened. Understood?”
“Jax,” she gurgled in a voice edged with uncertainty. She’d called his beast from its shadowy cave, and it scared her, if only just a little, making his primal self figuratively thump his chest.
“No, Brynn. You brought this on yourself. I’m not a man easily denied. Answer me now. Quickly,” he growled. “Understood?”
Flames of desire and a fierce, drugging arousal tore through him when she gave in. Her feet moved apart and she bent forward onto the mattress, moaning, “Yes,” as a deep shudder made her body quiver from head to toe.
Jesus. Was there anything sweeter than watching as she surrendered to him? Knowing that the trust she was putting in him to keep her safe while she gave herself up so completely to his lust turned his cock to stone. What the fuck had he done to deserve such a treasure?
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