FULL NOVELXO Fierce Betrayal: Chapter 31
I feel the heat of Jax’s gaze on my skin and it’s even fiercer than the flames of the fire a few feet in front of me. I glance sideways at him, not daring to look him full in the eye for fear of what I’ll see. Maybe I took the whole being his boss thing too far. I mean, I live to push his buttons, but sometimes I don’t know when to stop.
He picks up the two empty beer bottles beside him and then stands, wiping dust from his jeans. “I’m going to call it a night. Sleep tight, assholes,” he says in his low rumbly growl.
I look up at him and can’t determine how pissed he is at me because his face is unreadable. He turns and starts to walk away.
Shit! I did go too far. He’s going to bed without me. He takes two paces then says one word and it proves to everyone sitting around this campfire who is really in charge. “Lucia.”
I place my empty bottle into the trash can beside me and stand. “Night, guys.”
“Night,” they chorus. Cody flashes his eyebrows at me, as though he knows exactly how much trouble I am in.
My cheeks are already warm from the fire, but now they blaze with heat of an entirely different kind. I follow Jax as he remains two steps ahead of me. He stays silent and I do too, unsure what I can say that won’t make him any angrier than he already seems to be. He continues walking and I frown as we pass the house.
Where the hell are we going? I daren’t ask in case maybe he didn’t want me to follow. I want so much to be close to him, so I continue walking behind him in silence.
When we reach the small barn a few hundred yards from the house, he stops outside the door. He turns to look at me, his eyes narrowed. “You trust me, Lucia?” he growls.
“Yes,” I whisper, because I do, and he is one of the very few people in the world I can say that about.
He nods and then he opens the door and holds it wide. I take that as my cue to step inside. I look around the small space. It’s dark, illuminated only by the light of the full moon. It smells of wood and oil and I see the long workbench in the center of the room. Jax flicks on a small lamp and the room is filled with a soft amber glow. There is a tractor in here, an old Chevy with no hood on it, a Harley Davidson, and various vehicle parts.
“Is this your workshop?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I know that he likes to tinker with engines when he has some downtime, not that he ever has much.
He doesn’t reply. Instead he walks toward the bench and places the two empty bottles on it. I almost forgot he was carrying them and wonder why he didn’t toss them into the trash. But I don’t have time to unpick that thought as he crosses the small space between us. He wraps his hand gently around my throat and I gasp. I look up at him expectantly, licking my lips as I wait for him to kiss me, but he spins me around and walks me over to the bench. As we reach it he slides his hand to my back, pushing between my shoulder blades until I’m bent over the wooden table.
“Jax?” I whisper.
“If you’re going to act like a spoiled brat, Lucia, then you’re going to be treated like one,” he growls. My insides contract and goosebumps prickle along my forearms.
He picks up a length of rope and then reaches for my hands, pulling them over my head and securing my wrists to the wooden support beam the bench is pressed against.
I shiver in anticipation and a whisper of fear dances up my spine as he goes on working in silence. When he has tied me securely, his hands run over my back until they reach the waistband of my jeans. With deft fingers, he undoes my button and zipper and starts to pull them off over my hips, hooking his fingers into my panties and taking them along too. He pulls them to my knees and stops.
I suck in a breath as my bare ass is exposed to the cool air but warmth spreads through my center. Why does this feel so damn hot?
Jax rubs his hand over my ass cheeks before he draws it back and slaps me.
“Ouch!” I yelp, but is one of surprise rather than any real pain. I know how strong he is and he held almost everything back.
“Isn’t this what you want, Lucia?” he spanks me again and this time I moan.
“Isn’t this why you put on your little show for the guys?”
Smack.
“Testing me?”
Smack.
“Wondering how far you could push me?”
Smack. This time it’s harder and I yelp for real. “Yes,” I gasp, because that is the truth. I do want to see how far I can push him. Ever since he joked about putting me over his knee, this is what I’ve wanted from him. I have never explored this side of myself before, but I want to with Jax.
“Thought so,” he growls but he doesn’t spank me again. Not yet.
I feel his warm hands on my knees as he starts to work my jeans and panties off over my calves, pulling them down and tugging them off along with my socks and sneakers until I am completely naked from the waist down.
My heart hammers in my chest as I lie with my face pressed against the cool wooden bench and wait for whatever it is he has planned next. Surely it has to involve him fucking me? Oh God, I hope so.
He slides a finger into my hot entrance and my cheeks flush with shame as the wet sound of my arousal is clearly audible in the quiet barn.
“You’re soaking, Lucia,” he groans softly.
“Jax,” I whimper as he adds a second finger and rubs at a spot deep inside.
He chuckles softly before he stops and pulls his fingers out of me.
“I have a challenge for you, Boss,” he says and my cheeks flame with heat as he taunts me with my earlier words. He nudges my legs wider apart with his knees. “If you can pass my test then I won’t punish my little brat. Do you accept?”
“Yes.” Of course I do. I’m not a brat and I will pass any test he can think of, not that punishment doesn’t sound fun too.
“Good. Spread those legs as wide as you can for me.”
I shuffle my feet along the wooden floor and stretch my thighs as wide as they’ll go.
“Come on. You can do better than that, Angel,” he growls.
“I can’t,” I protest. Not without being uncomfortable anyway.
“Hmm?” He gently taps each of my ankles with his foot and I edge wider until I’m standing on my tiptoes. “Told you so.”
My thighs tremble as my limbs are stretched to their limits and I wonder if he’s going to tie my legs too, because I’m not sure how long I can hold this position if he doesn’t.
“I wish you could see yourself like this,” he hisses as he runs his hands over my ass and pussy. “So fucking beautiful.” He spanks me again harder this time and my thigh muscles clench instinctively.
Damn! My muscles are already trembling with the effort of holding myself up on my tiptoes.
“Jax,” I gasp.
He chuckles softly as his hands rub over my skin again before he slides a finger through my slick pussy lips and up the seam of my ass. “You ever been fucked here, Angel?”
“No,” I whimper.
“Damn, Luce,” he groans.
Then his hands are gone and I watch as he takes the two beer bottles from the bench. My racing heart goes into overdrive. What the hell is he going to do with them? I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes. Nobody would even hear me scream out here, would they? What the hell was I thinking, letting him tie me up?
Get a grip, Lucia! This is Jax. I breathe deeply, inhaling and exhaling to the count of four until my heart stops hammering. I trust him completely.
I strain to look behind me but I can’t see what he’s doing now.
The next thing I feel is one of his hands running over my ass again before it glides down my thigh and over my calf as he crouches down behind me. I hear the soft clink of glass against wood as he places one of the bottles on the floor next to the inside of my right ankle, so close that the cool glass rests against my skin. Then he does the same with the second bottle so that it sits against my other foot before he stands again and leans over me, his hard cock pressing against the seam of my ass through his jeans, his hot breath on my ear.
“Those bottles better not fall over, Angel,” he growls. “Because as soon as they hit the floor…”
“But…” It’s impossible. They’re so light and I have no doubt he’s about to make my legs shake violently. The thought of how he’s going to do it makes wet heat slick my pussy.
“But what, Angel?”
“Nothing,” I breathe. I’m going to pass his damn test if it kills me.
“Out there you might be the heir to the Montoya empire, Lucia, but don’t forget that you still belong to me. This”—he slides his hand between my thighs and palms my pussy—“belongs to me. Your body is mine, Angel, and I will use it whatever way I choose. Understand?” He slides one finger inside me and my knees almost buckle.
“Yes, Jax,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he whispers before he stands tall again. “I’m going to keep finger fucking you just the way you like it. I’ll even make you come.” He adds another finger and I groan loudly as the bottle beside my left foot wobbles precariously. “This will be all about your pleasure.” He spanks my ass again with his free hand and a rush of wet heat coats his fingers.
“Jax,” I groan loudly. Damn! How the hell am I going to stop those bottles from falling when he’s doing this?
“Fuck, Luce, your pussy is loving this spanking?” he groans. “But as soon as one of those bottles falls…”
“What?”
“Then your punishment will begin,” he chuckles softly as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy while spanking my ass every few seconds. My walls clench around him as my orgasm builds.
My thighs are trembling. Calves burning. Knees shaking as I try to keep those damn bottles from falling over. My ankles bump them slightly as a rush of heat pulses throughout my entire body and they wobble but they don’t fall.
“You’re doing so well, Angel,” Jax chuckles. “But I’ve barely even started on you yet.”
“Jax,” I groan in frustration as he eases me back down from the crest of my climax before beginning again. When he sweeps the pad of his thumb over my clit, I cry out.
“How you doing there, Angel? Is this too easy for you?” he chuckles.
“No,” I groan.
My entire body trembles now and my legs ache with an exquisite pain as the stretch burns through every muscle in my lower body. I almost want to kick over the damn bottles just to get this over with, but then I won’t get the high that he’s deliberately withholding and I need it. My body needs a release like it needs air. As I feel like I’m unable to take any more, he pulls his fingers out of me and a wet sucking sound fills the room, making my cheeks flush with heat. Is this it? Did I pass?
“So fucking wet,” he hisses as he slides his fingers up to the seam of my ass, coating me with my juices before rubbing the pad of his thumb over my asshole. I realize I haven’t passed—he’s upping the stakes! He edges the tip in slightly and I moan so loudly, I think everyone on this ranch must have heard.
“You like that, Luce?” he groans.
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes in a little deeper and the feeling of fullness makes my walls clench around him. My legs shake violently as he pushes his thumb into my ass while he finger fucks my pussy and rubs on my clit. I close my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and keeping my toes planted firmly in place, but all I can feel is the pleasure rocketing around my body as Jax’s fingers take me to the brink of oblivion over and over again.
“Jax! Please!” I moan and then it happens. My foot spasms and one of the bottles clatters to the floor.
“Oh, Angel,” he laughs softly. He slowly withdraws his fingers and the climax that was just a breath away retreats, fading from an impeding explosion to a flicker of a flame, leaving me feeling like crying in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please, Jax.”
“I know you are, Luce,” he soothes, “but a deal is a deal, right.”
Damn! I’m too tired and dazed to argue that his test was unfair.
The sound of his belt buckle being unfastened sends more shivers skittering around my body and I feel a wave of relief as I wait for the sound of his zipper too, but it doesn’t come. Instead, it’s the sound of the soft leather sliding against his jeans that I hear. Oh, God. I hold my breath as I lie here waiting for this to hurt.
“Jax,” I whimper.
“I got you, Angel,” he reminds me just before the leather cracks down over my ass.
Holy fucking shitballs! It burns, but it sends a current of lightning electricity through my pussy and around my body. I shiver as the aftermath skitters through my nerve endings.
He does it again and I stifle a moan. This is everything I didn’t even know I wanted. It hurts, but in the most incredible, delicious way possible. It is sinful and erotic and… I have no words left.
Jax slides a finger inside me again, coating it in my wet heat. “You still enjoying this?” he chuckles before he spanks my ass again.
“Yes!” I breathe, unable to lie to him. I know this is supposed to be punishment but it feels like my reward.
“Good girl,” he growls as he lands the next blow and I swear I almost pass out.
I have no idea how many times Jax spanks me with his soft leather belt. I lose count after six because I can hardly remember my name let alone what number comes next. When he finally drops the belt to the floor, he stands directly behind me, his strong hands running over my burning skin, generating a whole different kind of pleasure. Then the sound I have been waiting for—his zipper being opened—makes me whimper against the bench.
“This what you need?” he asks as he presses the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Yes, please.”
He takes hold of my hips and drives into me, pummeling me against the workbench so hard that my feet lift off the floor. “Fuck, Luce, I’ve never felt you so wet,” he groans. “Your ass looks so fucking beautiful when it’s striped from my belt.” He pushes his thumb into my ass again.
“Jax,” I whimper as I draw my thighs closer together.
“I’m going to fuck this one day, Angel, but not right now.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“You’re so fucking close, Luce,” he groans as he slides his thumb deeper inside, holding it there as he rails into me.
When my orgasm finally comes, it crashes into me like a freight train, shaking the breath from my entire body. Jax fucks me through it, leaning over me and whispering what a good girl I am in my ear. I tremble and shudder beneath the weight of him as the last waves wash over me. When I have stopped groaning his name, he unties my wrists and pulls me up, turning me in his arms and lifting me onto the bench.
I shuffle back, trembling as my orgasm ebbs away, but he narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not done with you yet. Come here.”
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me close to him, until our bodies are pressed flush together, before sliding his cock into my pussy again.
“Oh, fuck! Jax,” I groan.
I can hardly take any more, but I need more anyway. My walls squeeze around him, pulling him deeper as I claw at his back. I’m still so sensitive that it only takes him a few thrusts before he has me teetering on the edge again.
“You’re so fucking greedy for me, Angel,” he growls. “Your tight little cunt loves my cock.”
“I know.”
“You want to come again?”
“Yes.”
He drives in deeper and harder. “You think you deserve to?”
“No,” I whimper.
He cups my chin in his hand and tilts my head so he can look into my eyes. “You took your punishment so well, Angel. Why don’t you deserve to come again?”
“I knocked the bottle over,” I breathe. “I failed your test.”
He laughs softly. “You honestly think I was going to let you pass, Angel? It was an impossible task. I was about five seconds away from kicking those bottles over myself.”
I want to yell at him and call him an asshole, but I can’t. All I can do is breathe and feel him as I wait for his body to give mine exactly what it needs. My walls pulse around his cock and my head spins as a rush of arousal coats him, making him hiss out a breath.
He bends his head low and kisses my neck, sucking on the tender flesh on my throat that makes me quiver. If I have buttons, then Jackson Decker knows how to press every single one, and he is currently pressing them all at the same time—well, almost. When he slips his hand between us and circles two fingers over my clit, I may have well just handed him the launch codes because my climax rips through me like an atomic bomb just went off in my pussy.
“Easy, Angel,” he growls in my ear as my body shudders in his arms. “I got you.”
He grinds out his own release while I’m still riding the high of my own and when he’s done, he presses his forehead against mine. “Who owns you?” he whispers.
“You, Jax. Only you.”