Fallen Angel (The List #3) (25 page)

I stare up to the ceiling. I concentrate on a
particular swirl in the pattern, in a bid not to lose control. But my mouth obviously
didn’t get the memo because I’m panting loudly, unrestrained.

He responds to my moans by gently latching his lips
around my clit then circling and flicking with his tongue. The sensitive button
sends a whirlwind of nonsensical messages around my body. There’s a continual
whisper travelling through my veins and I hear it perfectly; ‘I love him. I fucking
love this man’.

Being distracted, my orgasm sneaks up, taking me
by surprise. Evidently not Jax because he’d already braced me tighter and cradled
me securely against the frame. I squeeze my quivering thighs together, probably
starving him of oxygen as I lace his mouth with my arousal.

Mid-orgasm, he slides his tongue back into me
slowly and my walls snuggle around his thick muscle, pulsating erratically. I breathe
my way through the pleasure, focussing on his presence not only within my body
but in every single part of my being.

I have fallen deep.

Jax

C
arrying her over to the guest bed, I lower her
down and carefully straighten out her thighs. Beth throws her arms above her
head so that she’s fully stretched out before me in this ludicrously badass
lingerie. Looking like this and tasting like that… I am blessed beyond measure.

For now, she’s mine and I’m going to enjoy
what’s mine whilst I can.

“I want you in my bed.”

“O-or we could stay here.”

She pats the mattress beside her.

“I
wish
I could make you come to my room,
so I could make you come in my room.”

“That’s your fifth freckle, G.”

She wiggles her eyebrows, smiling as I help her
up. I hold her face and scan the freckles.

“I see another forty-three here, all destined for
similar outcomes.”

She wraps her arms over my shoulders, stopping
just short of kissing me.

“You are an amazing man, Jaxson Carter.”

Kissing me full on the lips, she doesn’t give
in to my urge for her to open her mouth. Instead she breaks away and breezes
confidently passed me. I turn to watch her stride out of the room, seeing
flashes of red at the bottom of her heels. I follow her swaying hips,
hypnotised by the movement of her peachy ass and pendulum-like ponytail.

My girl definitely wears her orgasms in style.

I allow her a couple of seconds to adjust to
the darker setting, which is broken up with the flickering candles that I’ve placed
randomly around the room. I stand behind her. Retrieving a wide black silk tie
from my back pocket, I drape it over her shoulders so that it hangs over her shelved
breasts.

Taking the handcuffs off the bedside table I
pass them to her. She runs her delicate fingers over the cool, hard metal. I
own no gimmicky forms of sexual restraints so these are the real deal. But I’m
sure Beth will rectify that situation with some online shopping if she enjoys
this as much as I’m planning she will.

I’ve put the vibrating bullet beside her
vibrator and lube on the other bedside table. She brought her toys in here
earlier when she came up to look at the cameras I’ve set up. But as of yet, she
hasn’t asked me to film tonight.

I haven’t forgotten her telling me a while ago how
she’d fantasised about sucking dick whilst using a vibrator. In fact it’s
instantly became a fantasy of mine ever since.

“I’m going to cuff your hands in front of you
but you won’t be attached to anything. I’m going to blindfold you with this
first.” I slip the tie slowly from around her neck. “Before that, I think we
need a safeword.”

Beth immediately scoffs.

“I don’t think that’s necessary Jax. Surely if
I want you to stop, I’ll just tell you.”

“What if I don’t think you mean it?”

“Well, I don’t see how ‘
Fucking stop now’
can really be misconstrued?”

She’s smiling but as much as I love her feisty
mouth, I’ll have to verbally restrain it too, otherwise she won’t completely commit
herself to this experience.

“It doesn’t quite roll off your tongue as well
as a safeword would… Humour me, Angel.”

“O-okay…
Tricks
.”

The name of the nightclub where we first spoke
to one another.

“Good.” I kiss her soft neck and talk more
sternly now. “I’m not planning on pushing you but it’s best to have it at the
ready in case you panic for any reason. So, use it if you need me to stop.
Other than that, only speak if I ask you to… and it’s Sir from now on Beth,
okay?” Beth nods in agreement but I shake my head. “Tell me.”

Beth hesitates for a split second then answers
with a sultry whisper.

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good.” I hold her face and look deep into her
eyes, registering the wave of uncertainty residing there. I silently reassure
her and brush my thumbs across her lovely soft lips. Then I whisper in her ear,
“Are you mine?”

This time she answers without hesitation, which
tells me that she’s right her in this moment with me now.

“Yes, Sir.”

I wrap the silk length around her head,
ensuring I’ve covered enough of her face to block out any light. Once it’s
secured comfortably I stand back to appreciate the most scenic of views.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

In her high heels, she teeters on the carpet,
holding her arms out to find her balance. She starts turning
slowly. Her sideways
profile shows her extenuated beautiful curves and my eyes travel over her
exquisite lines, landing on my favourite arch at the base of her spine. Beth
stops with her back to me. Half of her peachy cheeks are covered up whilst the
other half are inviting me to spread them wide.

“Keep going.”

I remove my jeans.

After returning to her original position, I take
the cuffs from her and tell her to lie in the middle of the bed with her hands
above her head. I set the system ready to play the tranquil, peaceful piece of
music I found for her earlier. As I do so, I watch her delicately crawl on all
fours and lie down as instructed.

Physically, I know she knows she is sexy and
attractive but she really is still oblivious as to exactly how unbelievably
enchanting she is.

From day one, I’ve allowed myself to let the
sweetness of this woman touch my undeserving life. That bold move is going to
either make me or break me—only Beth can reveal which it’ll be.

Beth

Jax lets me lie in silence with just the tick
tock of his wall clock for company. I’ve lost track of how many minutes it’s
been. In the darkness I try to sense his whereabouts. I thought I heard his
movements but now I can’t be sure where in the room he is. His studious absence
intentionally plays tricks with my mind.

What happens next is totally unexpected. The
captivating sounds of a woman’s soulful voice fills the room. The speakers in
each corner effectively produce the surround sounds rendering my efforts to
detect Jax useless.

This voice is spiritual, it’s captivating. The
sounds flutter over my body, soaking into my skin. Time is lost as a higher
state is found. The only other piece of music that has had this effect on me is
‘Long Time Sun’ by Snatam Kaur, which Wills introduced me to.

The exquisite voice medleys with sounds of
woodwind instruments and violins. I don’t recognise the language and as much as
I’d love to understand her words, it simply isn’t necessary. The visions and
emotion it evokes is indescribable. The ambience it has created is stunning.

My left leg flinches as Jax touches my ankle.
He trails his fingers over the top of my stockings. When he reaches the bare
flesh of my thigh, he continues over my basque, running over the top of my
breasts. My body literally feels as though it pines for him when he’s not
around.

My hands are stretched out above my head. His
fingers glide up my left arm and he takes hold of my wrist. Next comes the cold
touch of metal as he encases my wrist within the handcuffs.

Jax must walk around the bed because a few
seconds later he repeats every move on my right side but this time when he
clamps the cuff shut I feel the tension between my wrists. The handcuffs feel
weighty and I definitely feel restrained. His body heat disappears and a moment
of doubt and panic washes through me.

Now I’m grateful for the safeword. He knew I’d
feel like this. I gain my composure through the symphony and let the vibrations
pass over my body, similar to when I meditate.

The mattress dips at the bottom of the bed and
Jax’s presence settles me once more. He comes to kneel between my legs and the
warmth of his skin tells me he’s taken his jeans off. Jax runs his thumbs up
the inside of my thighs and encourages them to open wider apart for him.

My body doesn’t need to consult my brain, it’s
trained to his touch and permission comes easy.

My pussy still feels sensitive from the amazing,
gravity defying orgasm he’s already given me tonight. He teases me with his
fingers, then leans over me without our upper bodies touching until his lips fall
to my neck. Rolling my head to the side, he obliges by running a trail of soft
kisses from my ear down to my heaving breasts.

I ripple my body to gain some friction from my
basque, but that only serves to heighten my greed as I feel his naked cock bob
against me.

So he’s completely naked and bared, inches
away. I imagine that lush feeling when he edges into me and immediately respond
with an inner squeeze from my core. This evolves into a pang of arousal when I
acknowledge, with slight agitation, that it’s too soon for that. I know he won’t
be inside me yet.

Something—I then recognise as my vibrator—travels
from my breasts down to land between my legs. After a couple of seconds, the
silicone head nudges at my entrance. I notice that it’s coated in a warm lube
and then I catch the strawberry scent in the air.

Slowly he deepens the head and then the
vibrations begin. He skilfully handles my ribbed toy and although it could
never be a substitute for him, it’s particularly satisfying when he’s the one
in control.

My hips are meeting his lunges. Jax lifts one
of my heels and braces my ankle on his shoulder. Spreading me further apart, I
picture how he looks, examining my intimate parts whilst I’m cuffed and
blindfolded.

The scene must look erotic and I wish I’d had
the nerve to ask him to film it. Maybe I would’ve if I’d known tonight was
going to play out like this. All of this, along with the vibrating thrusts, marinades
with the haunting yet enlightening sounds surrounding us, causing me to climb
quickly to my climax.

My orgasm comes hard again, with my mouth
gasping for breath. I dig my foot into the duvet and hear the cover rip as my
heel tears straight through it.

In one perfectly executed move, Jax flips me
over onto my stomach, yanks my hips in the air and delivers a harsh slap across
one cheek. My breasts swell against the mattress. He nudges my knees apart so
that my cheeks spread themselves. My insides are still throbbing from my climax,
yet I’m always eager for Jax.

Each clip of my suspenders is deftly released,
allowing the basque to ride further up but the boned structure keeps it
positioned. The familiar strawberry scent reaches my nostrils just as the wet
lube smooth’s over and around my tightness. I tense a little but focus back on
the mesmerising music.

He slides the vibrator back into my pussy
whilst pushing his finger into me without resistance. I groan into the sheets as
he stretches and presses. The vibrator remains inside but it stills.

Next I feel something different pressing
against me. I realise it’s the lubricated bullet just as he applies a little
more pressure and replaces his finger to ease the whole thing inside me. The
feeling forces me to catch my breath and take a mouthful of his bed sheets to
bite down on in the process.

Rubbing my cheeks in reassurance, Jax sways my
hips gently side to side, allowing me to adjust to this new experience.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mm-huh.” I mumble into the sheets. But I know
I answered too quickly and unconvincingly, not wanting to lose the moment. I
empty my mouth and this time answer in a whisper of a breath, “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better.”

I’d almost forgotten that I haven’t been
speaking, too caught up with appreciating everything else that’s happening.