She bent forward and grabbed the railing at the edge of the walkway and pretty much clutched her muscles around his fingers and pushed her ass into his groin. “Oh God,” she sobbed. “Jax, please, don’t.”
He pulled her back and bit her neck. “I’m serious, baby. You do not have permission to come.” At no point did he stop what his hand was doing.
She whimpered, shook her head, and just like that came in a heated rush, exactly like he knew she would. Man, he really liked these crotch-less panties. They were fucking perfect for their sexy playtimes. Being exposed and out in public while he fingered her was amazing. Telling her she couldn’t come after torturing her clit and massaging her pussy had been a stroke of genius on his part. There was no way she was going to be able to fend off an orgasm.
She was shaking like crazy and mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, sir.” He had to laugh. If she thought one well-placed “sir” was going to save her ass from being taught a lesson for not obeying his command, she had another thing coming. This right here was a game they played really, really well.
“Aw, poor naughty Brynn and her insatiable pussy. I’m afraid you’re going to need some discipline for being so disobedient. What should I do with my fingers now that they’re covered with your wetness, hmmm?” His cock pulsed when she laid her head on his shoulder and opened her mouth. Ahhhh. She knew the drill.
When he pulled his fingers out of her she whimpered softly. Brynn always reacted when he left her body. That whimper turned to a deep groan when he fed his fingers into her open mouth and pushed deep. Her lips closed around them while her tongue swirled and danced, cleaning them off with neat efficiency.
“Now turn around and kiss me so I can taste the come coating your tongue. Make it good too. Show me with your mouth how you want me to fuck you, and I’ll think about whether you deserve my cock or not.”
She turned and grabbed onto him as his jacket started to fall off her shoulders. He caught it with one hand and stood there passively while she did exactly what he asked. Kissing him like crazy, swirling her tongue against his, stabbing it in and out of his mouth. Before she pulled back she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and growled, low and deep.
“We need more champagne,” he told her with a lazy smirk. “The taste of Brynn’s pussy and a glass of bubbly should go quite well together.”
She looked slightly shell-shocked when he grabbed her hand and began stomping along the walkway, pulling her behind him as she stumbled in her high heels. At the entrance to a five star restaurant, he removed his jacket from her shoulders, handed it to her and raised an eyebrow. She took it and dutifully held it open so he could slide it on, then stepped in front of him and patted down his collar and made sure his tie was perfect. He leered at her. His little slave girl.
There wasn’t anybody around so he gave her an aggressive shove through the door and grabbed a handful of her ass for a hard squeeze just as a reminder of who was the one in charge.
Finding a dark table in the back of the bar, he quickly arranged for a bottle of their best champagne while his eyes never left her face.
When they were alone again he leaned close and said, “Tell me why you need to be disciplined, Brynn.” He saw the twinkle in her eyes and nodded with intense satisfaction. She was enjoying this as much as he was.
“I came without permission,” she whispered.
“And?” he drawled silkily.
She looked a bit confused at the question but certainly came back with an interesting answer after a second of thought.
“And I’d do it again?”
It was damn hard not to laugh that she made her response into a question. Naughty little shit.
“Try again unless you want me to spank your bottom right here where everyone can see. And before you think I wouldn’t do it, remember that every guy in this place would silently cheer me on.”
This time it was her trying not to laugh. She knew damn fucking well he’d never expose her that way, but it was fun as shit to pretend that he would.
He asked again, “And?”
Wicked Brynn put her hand high on his thigh, turned into him, and toyed with a button on his shirt saying, “And you command my orgasms. Sir,” she added with a smirk.
The waiter appeared with an ice bucket, two champagne flutes, and a bottle of Cristal. Before Jax sent him away he took care of the arrangements for the bar bill and made it pretty damn clear to the savvy man that he’d be getting a substantial tip if he stayed clear of their table and made sure nobody bothered them. The guy never so much as blinked an eye, which told Jax this sort of request wasn’t exactly unusual.
They sat there, side by side, sipping the icy champagne while he toyed with her some more. “Shall I let you choose your own punishment, I wonder?” he asked aloud. “Mmmm. Perhaps not. Naughty Brynn would enjoy that way too much.”
“Maybe you would let me work off the punishment? I’m sure there’s something I could do that could make up for one little orgasm.”
Fuck. She was adorable. “I don’t know, baby. You ruined all my plans for this evening by coming when you did.”
She finished her champagne and set the flute down, looking at him like a bad kid. When her mouth formed a picture perfect moue and her eyes lowered, he slid his hand under her dress and said, “This one time I’m going to give you a second chance.” Her legs parted instantly, and she canted her hips on the seat to give him total access.
She leaned in and pressed her sweet lips on his. “Thank you, baby. I’ll be good this time.”
He refilled their glasses and proposed a toast as his fingers parted her damp folds and rubbed back and forth. “To Brynn’s sweet pussy,” he murmured low so only she would hear. Jax very much liked the sly smile she gave him as their glasses touched and she took a long, slow swallow.
“May I also make a toast?” she asked with all the innocence of an untouched virgin.
He circled her clit with his thumb and smirked into her suddenly smoky eyes. “You can try, I suppose,” he chuckled, sliding a finger deep inside her and mercilessly rubbing the wet walls of her sweet pussy.
“Oh, ummmm,” she mumbled. “Um…” she tried again. It took her a couple of seconds, but she got it together and smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily as she whispered, “To your beautiful, manly cock, which I hope to have in my mouth before the night is through.” She clinked her glass against his as a hoarse laugh erupted from his chest. Oh hell yeah—she could be damn fucking sure that was going to happen and way sooner than she thought.
Didn’t take all that long to polish off the entire bottle while Jax kept his fingers busy in her dripping pussy. She did most of the drinking, which was a good thing, considering that he had to drive. He found it endlessly amusing how fast she drank. She wouldn’t come, not if she could help it, but she sure as shit wanted them out of that bar and on to whatever he had planned next as soon as possible.
When it was time to leave, he dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table and signaled their waiter with a discreet wave and a nod. As Brynn smoothed down the hem of her dress he leered at her and said, “You do realize, I suppose, that I’m going to fuck you senseless wearing nothing but those sapphires.”
She quickly glanced around to see if anyone heard what he said and turned beet red when she found a woman from a nearby table chuckling and doing a double-take. The lady gave Brynn a thumbs up and nodded approvingly before turning back to her companion. He put his hand at her waist and led her from the bar laughing aloud the whole way. Out on the sidewalk she grabbed his lapels and flattened her body against his.
He smiled and asked, “Have something to say?”
She gave him a crooked grin and backed off, smoothing his lapels as she did. “No,” she grumbled which only made him laugh more.
“That’s right my very good bad girl. You. Naked but for some diamonds and sapphires. Me. Hard as those stones, pounding you into submission. I saw the way y
our eyes lit up, baby. I know what drives your passions.”
“Yeah, well that would be you Mr. Jackson Merrill, sir,” she answered sweetly. “And if this is what date night is going to be like, well…you had me at the reminder of who’s the boss.”
“Oh baby,” he chuckled with a big grin. “We haven’t even gotten started.”
He hustled her as quickly as her sexy Louboutins would carry her back to his truck which he quite smartly parked away from any lights in a corner under a tree covered in the glory of autumn. Instead of opening the passenger door, he took her by the elbow and guided her to the driver’s side where he pushed her to her knees, took out his engorged cock, stroked it a few times, then commanded, “Suck me,” in a voice that sounded slightly dangerous.
Brynn dropped her little bag on the ground and eagerly took hold of him, running her hands along his whole length with a sigh. “I said suck, not touch,” he growled.
She pouted prettily for a moment, letting go with a reluctance that was fucking adorable. Putting her hands on his thighs with his staff jutting toward her mouth, she licked the tip a couple of times, making him hiss with excitement. He didn’t want to mess her hair up, not yet, so he put his hand on the back of her neck and pressed her forward.
“Suck me Brynn. Now.”
And she did—gloriously, beautifully, sexily. It was sheer heaven standing there against the side of his truck in the darkness with the possibility of being seen at any moment while she opened her mouth wide and took him deep. There was something so fucking carnal about watching her pretty lips stretch to accommodate his girth. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have happily sucked him dry, but that wasn’t part of the plan. He just wanted her to experience being on her knees in a parking lot while he stuffed his big cock in her mouth. Jax knew Brynn pretty well by now. She was insatiable when it came to lavishing her attention on his dick. Morning, noon, night—didn’t matter. She was always ready to taste him.
After a couple of minutes he said, “That’s enough,” and pulled his throbbing cock out of her ravenous mouth. She objected with a moan and tried to suck the tip again, but he barked a, “No,” and she instantly sat back on her feet and looked up at him.
Jax quickly pushed his aching hardness back into his dress pants, none too easily, while she looked on with a pout. He held his hand out to help her up and bent to pick up her purse, making sure to swipe his hands on her knees in case anything has stuck to her stockings. Miraculously, the sexy silk was intact, which he was very glad for because he hadn’t wanted her to end up with her hair a fucking mess, come on her lips, and her hosiery in shreds.
THEY WERE HALFWAY BACK TO the house when he asked her what was wrong. Brynn was furious with him and made sure to let him know that with every action, each sigh, and the way she turned and glared out the window.
She knew damn well she was being childish, but he’d spoiled her fun when he wouldn’t let her finish what she started. This was one part of letting him dominate her that she had a problem with. Actually, it pissed her off to no end that he refused to let her ‘top’ him as he so often reminded her. Well, that sucked, she thought. And it wasn’t fair. Sometimes she hungered for his body so much that it was all she could do not to drop everything and climb him like a damn tree when the mood struck.
“I don’t like it when you make me stop,” she whined.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know,” he answered. “Baby wants to call the shots, hmmm?”
“Well, at least once in a while,” she mumbled.
“Tell you what,” he taunted her with a sly smirk that shone in the darkness like a damn beacon. “You marry me, and I’ll let you play Dominatrix every once in a while.”
Shit. She played right into his hands with that one. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she groaned.
“Fuck yeah, I would. Ooooh. Think about it honey. You could tie me to that big old bed of yours and have your wicked way with me and there would be nothing I could do about it. As long as there’s a wedding ring involved, that is. Just give in baby. You know you’re going to eventually. Speaking of which, do you want me to surprise you with a ring or would you rather pick one out together? I want you to have whatever you want, Brynn.”
She decided not to answer. He taunted her with the marriage thing every chance he got. Asshole. It wasn’t so much ‘if’ she’d give in as ‘when’, and they both knew it.
Pulling in the driveway at Wilde House he parked next to the garage studio and leapt from the cab of the truck to open her door. Some part of her wanted to undo her seatbelt and bolt inside before he had the chance to do that gentlemanly thing he did so well, but she knew doing so would only fuck up what had so far been an epic night. Now was not the time to throw a temper tantrum. Not when her insides ached for his possession.
He swung her down with those big sturdy hands she drooled over, but instead of letting her walk away, he pinned her to the side of the truck and furiously devoured her mouth. It always came to this. No matter what else was going on, when he kissed her, she melted.
The leering smirk he gave her when he pulled away made her punch him soundly in the ribs. “You always get your way,” she sulked.
“It’s great to be me,” he teased. Grabbing her hand he dragged her toward the studio and growled like a bear, shouting into the nighttime air, “Time to fuck.”
Brynn hooted with laughter and as she passed him in the doorway, pressed her hand against his erection and squeezed. Now let’s see what he does about that.
The moment the door was shut and locked, he reached for her.
“You looked beautiful tonight, Brynn.”
She smiled and lowered her eyes quickly so he couldn’t see how deliriously happy his simple comment made her. It seemed so silly to take such delight in what were just words, but she did.
He chucked her under the chin so she had to look at him. What she found was a man’s gaze, her man, filled with a searing adoration that made her heart thump wildly. She didn’t doubt he loved her. It was right there for her to see.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she told him.
He grinned and said, “Not so bad? Hmmph. I thought you said I was the sexiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth.”
She cocked her head and looked at him, considering her answer. “You’re sexy as fuck in a suit Mr. Merrill, but I imagine you knew that when you put it on.”
He looked as serious as a heart attack when he answered, “Nobody has ever said that to me before.”
She smiled and blushed. God, really? Was everyone else on the planet blind to how gorgeous he was?
His fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and started pulling it down. “I’ve waited all night to see you in that sexy garter belt. Did you like wearing it for me?”
“I’ve never worn anything so sexy and decadent before, Jax. Thank you,” she murmured as he pushed the dress over her hips until it pooled at her feet.
“No, my love,” he told her with a gentleness that tugged at her heart. “Thank you. Finding you has been the greatest joy of my life, and I never want you to know anything but love and how very much you please me. Don’t ever hesitate to tell me if anything we do makes you uncomfortable. Baby, don’t think for a second that I’m blind to the gift you give with your enchanting submission. Yielding to me the way you do is so fucking beautiful Brynn, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. You know that, right?”
She held back an emotional sob at the beauty of his words. What manner of fate or destiny brought them together? Every day that went by only reminded her how empty and without form or substance her life had been before him. It was as if she’d been waiting all this time—for a man such as Jackson Merrill to appear and unlock her heart.
“I’d do anything for you,” she answered.
Brynn stepped gingerly out of the dress at her feet and began to undo his tie. “Is this alright?” she whispered. “I just want to see your chest Jax. I’ll stop aft
er that if you want me to.”
Subtle shards of color infused his cheeks, letting her know he was allowing his desire to overtake him. It never failed to excite her to the nth degree when he gave in and let the erotic storm gathering around them have its way.
“Jacket. Tie. Shirt,” he growled, “but that’s it for now. I know you can’t help yourself once you see my cock, especially when it’s hard and ready for you.”
She had those three pieces of clothing off his magnificent torso so fast and onto the floor she was amazed half the buttons hadn’t been ripped off. Once his beautiful flesh was uncovered she ran her hands appreciatively across his muscled pecs and quivered at how amazing he felt under her fingers.
Looking at him with eyes full of wonder she husked, “You are so beautiful.” She meant every word. His body tormented her when she couldn’t get to it and when she could, it became the sweetest part of her very own heaven.
“Stay where you are, Brynn. I want to enjoy looking at you for a while longer.” He left her standing in a pool of moonlight shining in through the windows as he strolled into the kitchen. When he came back, he had yet another bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses along with an appropriately devilish gleam in his eyes.
She giggled. “Are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”
Arching a wolfish eyebrow at her, he grinned. “Maybe a little, but there are plenty of uses for this champagne other than just pouring it into a glass.”
He looked around for a moment then said, “You know what, my love? I’m thinking we better take this into the loft because once we get started, well…knowing your insatiable desires,” he winked and leered, “there better be something more accommodating than just a sofa nearby.”
She curtsied with a smile. “Thank you sir for thinking of my comfort.”
He barked a hearty laugh. “Fuck your comfort, baby. We both know you’d let me drop you to the floor where you stand and say thank you afterward for the rug burns and sore knees.”
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