My feet sink into the plush, soft grass before they're running on air as Jax grabs me from behind, captures me in his arms and hauls my back against his chest. I fight him, grunting like a feral animal in my efforts to escape him.
We fall to the ground in a tangled heap, each of us trying to get the upper hand. Eventually, though, he wins out with his brute strength. He pins me on my stomach to the ground. My dress is riding up my hips, and I can hear it tearing in several places as I struggle. I turn my face to the side, my ragged breaths blowing the blades of grass in a chaotic rhythm around my mouth.
The first smack on my ass comes as a shock. Frankly, I didn't think Jax had it in him to hurt me. I thought he was soft. But I should have known better since I learned a long time ago to never trust my enemy.
My left ass cheek is still smarting as he lands a hard smack to the right one. I cry out, struggling against his hold, but his large, strong hand is holding my arms twisted behind my back so tightly I swear he's going to leave bruises.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks through gritted teeth, panting above me.
"Yes!" I scream at him.
His hand comes down again and again in succession, attempting to beat the defiance out of me.
"Have you had enough?" he snarls.
"No," I spit at him, meeting his eyes with a glare. "Is that all you got? I could barely feel a thing."
Narrowing his eyes at me, he growls low and deep in the back of his throat before he smacks my ass ten times harder than before.
This time I do scream out, because,fuck, it hurts. He was holding back before, but now I've really asked for it. But none of this even compares to the torture and beatings I got from Pavel. This is foreplay considering what I'm accustomed to. Deep down I know that Jackson wouldn't really truly hurt me, and that makes me brave — braver than I've felt for a long time.
After the fifth one, I'm crying out for mercy. "Stop, please stop!"
"Enough?" he asks again.
I nod, not wanting to voice the words as tears spring up in my eyes. Suddenly, he turns me over, his tall frame hovering over me, his lower body pinning me to the ground. His mouth is only a few inches from mine, and I can't help but stare at his full lips, which are parted as he breathes raggedly.
If only he knew how wet his spanking made me. How fucking turned on I am. And how much I fucking want him right now. My hips move on their own as I grind myself against his thigh between my legs.
"Katya," he says, and it sounds like a warning.
But I'm not letting him back out now. We've come too damn far this time.
My fingers snake up around his neck and rake through his thick, dark hair. And then I'm pulling him down towards me. He's hesitant at first, pulling back against my grip. But then I see the desire in his eyes, how much he wants me. And he eventually allows his lust to take over.
His lips crash down on mine, swallowing my gasp of surprise. His lips are so soft, and I know I could spend the rest of the night feasting upon his mouth.
Suddenly, he pulls back and stares down at me. "You drive me crazy," he admits vehemently.
"You like it," I tell him.
"Yes. Yes, I fucking do." And then his lips are on mine again, chasing my demons away.
His large hand captures my wrists and pins them to the ground above my head. His other hand grips my thong and shoves it to the side. And when his fingers graze my wet slit, his eyes widen as he pulls back to look at me.
He knows that his spanking turned me on beyond belief. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. "Take me, Jax," I dare him.
He reaches into his back pocket to retrieve a condom, and he tears open the wrapper with his teeth. Keeping his one hand secure on my wrists, he somehow manages to unbutton and unzip his jeans and slip his cock out.
I swallow hard at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his thick, muscular thighs. Even though I already had him in my mouth and knew how big he was, I'm starting to second-guess my decision to tell him to take me. My first instinct is that it's never going to fit, but I don't even have time to second-guess it, because he lines up the enormous head against my entrance and shoves inside of me in one, quick jerk, causing me to cry out.
"Oh fuck!" I scream.
He stays still once he's in me fully, and asks, "You okay?"
He's asking me thatnow? I give him a shaky nod and cry out again when he begins to move.
"Fuck you feel so good, Katya," he whispers in my ear.
