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One new text message from Jaxon.
I can’t stop thinking about how you feel around my cock. My slut better be waiting for me when I get home like I told her to.
My body betrays me, as my skin becomes flushed. With my heart beating wildly, I text him back.
Yes, Sir.
Sitting down on the bed, I wait patiently, even though he’s at work and I know it could take him forever to reply.
Suddenly, the quietdingtakes me by surprise.
Missing you endlessly.
* * *
My breathing is quiet,shallow. I slowly stride to the center of the room, relishing the scent of polish and leather in the air that I’ve become infatuated with. Opening my robe, I slide it off my shoulders as it pools at my feet. Kneeling on the carpet, I patiently wait.
Time passes slowly. My mind wanders. I have so many thoughts, so many unanswered questions. With my head spinning, I hardly notice Jaxon’s appearance.
His presence is brooding, and my heart hammers as I take in the sight of his black, leather pants.
“Obeying,” he says, his voice low, tight. “That’s my good girl.”
He stands inches away, reaching down to stroke my hair. Goosebumps rise on my skin, yet my skin feels hot. My body reacts to him in ways I never thought possible. Wetness pools between my thighs, and my mouth waters.
Stepping behind me, he ties my hair back with an elastic. He firmly grips my shoulders, massaging them, before rubbing the back of my neck. It eases my tense muscles, and feels incredible.
Suddenly, his strong hands are cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they pucker into hard, red buds. He rolls them between his fingers, and my breathing quickens.
“This is mine,” he breathes, cupping my sex with his hand. “Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He teases my clit with the tip of his finger, rotating in precise, torturous circles. Slowly pushing his finger inside of me, my walls clench around him. He thrusts repeatedly, rubbing my clit at the same time, while I squirm against him. Bucking my hips as I ride his hand, needing more.
Until at the worst possible timing, I remember how he’s lied to me. Betrayed me. Withdrawing his finger, he stands.
My senses are now on high alert. Everything feels different as my heart beats more fiercely. Pounding, banging. On the verge of bursting right through my chest. Sounds become louder. I can hear him breathing, slowly taking in the air. Colors become brighter. His eyes… Oh, his eyes.
So beautiful.
So mysterious.
I’m more awake than I’ve ever been in my life. Adrenaline courses through me, flooding my system in seconds, urging me to make a move. To speak. Although I remain still, silent.
Vigilant.
I can feel the saliva thickening in my mouth, and my stomach turns over. My chest feels hollow. Digging my nails into my thighs, I’m almost positive I’m drawing blood. Yet, I don’t bother to look.
My eyes are wide, set right on Jaxon, the man I’ve fallen helplessly in love with. The man I’ve trusted. The man who has lied to me.
Just as I begin to feel the sweat that I’m covered in, he leans down to my level and studies my face. His eyes lock with mine, drawing me in, pulling me into a trance before I look away.
“No,” he firmly says, taking my jaw, demanding complete eye contact. “Look at me.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I breathe in through my nose, willing myself to obey. To pull myself together, to let this go.
