“You’re not fucking with my head,” I said, switching gears and forcing myself to deal with the… the man in front of me. He wasn’t a Dom. And he certainly wasn’t my Dom. He couldn’t even be auditioning for the part because this wasn’t who he was, no matter how good he looked doing it, or how fun it was to hear him growl at me. He was as fake as Buddy had been, only Iknew itthis time, so I was twice as stupid if I didn’t keep my mind on the goal: find out who Xander really was and get those fucking pics back.
Paxton brushed a thumb over my cheek, and I jerked away, my heart trying to beat out of my chest. His blue eyes searched mine, the corners squinted a little, and he frowned. I hated the way he seemed to find something wrong with me. “Not sure what you mean. I don’t want to hu—”
“You’re horny. I get it. I am too.” I flashed Courtroom Smile Number Three at him, my Dazzle the Jury special. “I spend three-fourths of my fucking day thinking about dick, getting it, and how I want it, but you’re a tourist. What do you want to do anyway? Spank me and then bust a nut in my ass? That’s so unoriginal.”
His eyes gleamed, and I thought maybe I’d underestimated him with the way a slow smirk slid across his face that seemed entirely like it belonged there.
“You yap this much with your other Doms?”
“Yes, unless they make me afraid, or give me a reason to respect them.”
Paxton—fuck,Jayce, I was supposed to be trying to think of him that way—leaned in closer, and I thought… maybe he wanted to kiss me, but I wasn’t sure. He kept staring at my mouth for longer than was necessary, and I absolutely didn’t want to encourage him.
“You’re not my Dom.”
“You don’t think you need to be afraid of me?”
I am terrified of you.I hated that I’d even thought it, but it was true. I was afraid he’d play the part too well, just like he had earlier this afternoon, and I would end up a sucker on a hook that I had no control over. I was older and wiser, but I was just as fucking stupid as Seb when it came to men. I hadn’t learned my lesson yet, but I wanted to. I didn’t want to feel like I’d had my chest ripped open and have my heart stomped on again. It hurt too bad to keep trying.
“Absolutely not.”
Jayce leaned his body against mine and the heat of his muscles was amazing. The slightly trapped feeling from him resting his weight against me had me squirming in all the right ways. I sucked in a deep breath.
“Why are you doing this?”
“We’re here anyway,” he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the chair with a bright smile that had me sighing. “Why not?”
Fuck, he was actually… excited about this. It had been a long time since I’d seen anyone show that much enthusiasm for a playroom setup that was, frankly, uninspired. Utilitarian. He glanced back at me and smiled, and I bit my lip for a second.
“That’s really where you’re fucking at with this?” I’d be an experiment. That hurt, but not as bad as it might have once. I didn’t know why I cared so much. I’d fucked plenty of guys for the fun of it, and only that. Jayce just seemed decent compared to some of the assholes I’d let fuck me lately.
This is exactly why I should make him keep his dick in his pants.
“Fine,” I snapped. “Let’s do it.”
“What? Really?”
“Shut me up. Are you man enough to do it? Take what you want.”
Jayce’s eyebrows drew together, as if he was going to yell at me, but then he bowed forward and sealed his mouth against mine. What he did wasn’t so much kissing as biting with some breaks to lick the hurt better. My lips were sore and throbbing maddeningly by the time he backed off and dragged me over to the gray leather chair in the center of the room. It wasn’t very far off the ground, lower than waist height, and almost horizontal.
He grabbed my shoulders and turned me easily, even though I wrestled against him and started to mean it because my adrenaline was rushing. Jayce got himself behind me and did… something—some copmaneuver—that was fucking tricky, and the next thing I knew he had my arms locked behind my back with both of his. His grip on me almost hurt, but not bad enough to make me… well, beg him to stop. I grunted and strained, and he laughed. I hated how much I loved that evil joy. We hadn’t exactly discussed a safeword. My dick gave a vicious, needy throb. There was no way for him to know if I really wanted him to stop.
There is no way to make him stop. I moaned as he shoved me onto the chair face-first. Jayce followed me down and landed on my back, knocking the breath out of me for a second. He weighed more than I did, and the extra pounds felt like they were pure muscle. Again, all of his bulk on me forced a whimper from my mouth.
“You’re tense.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, trying to get my brain back online.
His warm breath gusted into my ear. “Earlier, when you were over my knee, you were all sweet.”
“I’ve never beensweetin my entire fucking life.” Fury pelted through me. “You don’t know me. You want this? Fucking do it. Come get it. Take it.” I didn’t know why I was so pissed off with him saying shit like that. It wasn’t bad stuff. He actually sounded like he cared a little. I dropped my forehead onto the headrest of the chair.
“Boy, what’s your problem?”
His tone sent chills racing along my skin. It was… serious. Gruff. Demanded an answer. “I don’t… none, Sir. No problems, Sir.”
He let go of my arms and used a hand to turn my face so that I had to look over my shoulder at him. He was staring, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. My heart hammered faster.
