Sailor is still shouting nonsense, things I’m not paying attention to. Calling for help. Telling me she wants me to stop.
Let me go. Let me go.
She hasn’t used the safeword, so she can yell all she wants.
Once the restraints are out and untangled, which isn’t easy to do with one hand and wrangling a human, but I manage.
I go around to the other side and get her on her back, using my body weight to hold her in place while I get one hand, then the other, into the restraint. The cuffs are tight on her wrists, but not too tight.
“You pathetic fucking asshole! You planned all of this!”
“Of course I did,” I respond, with a small laugh. I lean forward. “You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
She growls, jerking her head forward and trying to bite me.
“Goodness, you’ve grown some balls since the last time.”
“I had to be quiet last time, asshole,” she spits.
My attention goes to the bit of skin showing on her stomach from her clothes riding up, and the way her chest is heaving, tits jiggling, from her trying to catch her breath.
“Fuck,” I mutter, brushing my fingers across her stomach and pushing her sweatshirt up more—which is when I realize it looks familiar. I have one just like it.
“Don’t touch me!” she shouts, kicking her legs.
I grip her behind her knees and hold her in place, leaning over her again and pressing my forehead to hers.
“I’m going to love this so fucking much,” I whisper.
I’m not sure if I want her to hear it or not. I’m not sure if she does.
“If you’re a good girl,” I start, leaning up. “I’ll make you come before I fuck you.”
“As if you could!” she shouts.
“You know I can. Quit talking shit,” I growl.
She barks out a condescending laugh that enrages me.
I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she’s full of spit and vinegar today.
I grip her jaw and shove her hair out of her face.
“You’re being a brat because you want me to put you in your place? You want to act like a wild fucking animal, so I can tame you. You’re too easy to read, baby.”
I yank on her pants, pulling them down to her ankles before dropping to my knees and spearing her with my tongue.
Chapter Forty-Two
Sailor
My entire body is cold, so when Jaxon puts his mouth on me, it’s welcomed in more ways than one. His mouth is hot and wet, his tongue soft and velvety. He shoves it inside me, fucking me with it while his fingers dig into my thighs.
I want to keep fighting him.
He’s right. I am being a brat because I want him to put me in my place. I want to see how much of me he can handle. He didn’t get all of this before, and I certainly didn’t give it to him when I thought he was someone else. But something about this night, about everything that’s about to happen… I need to give it my all. I need him to know what he’s getting into, and I need him to be confident that he can handle it.
Jaxon replaces his tongue with two fingers, shoving them inside and wiggling them as his mouth goes to my clit, flicking it with his tongue.
