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My gaze roams from his chiseled chest, down to his toned abdomen, and to the curve at his hips. The impressive bulge beneath his dress pants makes my mouth water.
Within seconds he removes his pants and pulls down his boxers. His manhood springs free, and a feeling of adrenaline overwhelms me. It pumps like nitrous inside my veins, boiling, raging.
Jaxon Edwards is long, thick, and bigger than I could have ever fathomed.
“Turn over,” he commands.
Although, I’m unable to move. My stomach tightens, and my breathing is labored. I am completely drenched. I’ve never wanted a man this badly in my life.
Jaxon flips me onto my stomach. I’m now bent over the table, standing unsteady on my feet.
“When I give you an order, you comply,” he grits out, irritated. “You need discipline.”
Pressing my palms against the cold surface of the table, I try desperately to catch my breath.
“Chose a safe word.”
Jaxon pins my hands behind my back, and there’s a feeling of silk against my skin. My wrists are bound by his tie.
He tightens the knot around my wrists, and the fabric digs deeper. “Craving your first punishment so soon, are you?”
“Black,” I breathe, squirming against him. “Sir.”
“How cliché,” he cruelly says, taunting me. “Black, it is.”
Wetness pools between my legs at the thought of how powerless I am, tied up and spread out across his expensive dining room table. Knowing he has every ounce of control has my head spinning.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sasha.”
His palm comes down hard on my ass. Pain claims me, a stinging sensation I’m not quite used to. He gently caresses the tender area, using soft strokes to help ease the discomfort.
“That was one. Count the rest for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I shakily say.
His hand comes down again, and the unsettling sting returns. My skin feels like it’s on fire. I can hardly wrap my head around the feeling as I tightly shut my eyes.
“Two,” I gasp.
The next is much more intense. My breathing hitches, and I cry out, my hands balling up into tight fists.
Holy fuck.
“Three,” I whimper, and there’s another. “Four.”
The last one catches me off guard. My legs begin to tremble, and my knees almost give out. Almost.
“Five,” I softly moan, resting my forehead against the cold, flat surface of the table.
“Good girl.”
The sound of a foil packet being torn open brings me back to reality. My world spins recklessly. The anticipation drives me to the brink of insanity.
He parts my legs, and lightly brushes my inner thighs with his fingertips. A quiet moan escapes me the moment he eases through my slick folds, and finds my clit. He touches just the right spot, rotating over my sensitive nub in precise circles. My eyes roll shut, and I purr in satisfaction.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, pushing his pelvis against my ass. His large erection rests between my legs, teasing me, toying with me. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
