Wanted: County Knights MC (19 page)

              “Are you going to spank me again? I didn’t like that, well, not while you were doing it, but I liked the way it felt after.” Talking into my chest seemed to give her a bit more bravado.

              “How’d it make you feel after?” I ran my hand down her arm, rubbing her warm skin and enjoying the softness of her body.

              “Horny.” She reached her hand down and rested it on my thigh. An inch to the right and she’d be touching my cock.

              “I noticed.” I grinned, remembering how wet she’d been for me after her punishment. The girl may not understand her reaction to me, but her body knew exactly what to do when I was around. “But I’m not going to spank you. Like I told you last night, there are quiet punishments that will do just as well as any spanking. Now take off your clothes for me, Anna. Strip down naked and stand with your feet apart and your hands behind your back.”

              She looked up at me with a furrowed brow. “I don’t know…”

              “There’s nothing to know, Anna. Get off the bed, take off your clothes, and get into position. I was pretty clear about holding things from me and being honest, wasn’t I?” Her hesitation didn’t faze me.

              “Yeah, but—”

              “There’s no but, unless you consider your naked one. Now get moving before it gets worse for you.” She wouldn’t like the punishment I was going to give her, not at first. That was the point. I needed her attention, I needed her to get it through her head that she wasn’t alone anymore. Because she wasn’t. And she wouldn’t be again if I could help it. I didn’t know what that meant for me exactly, but I wasn’t going to stop right then to deliberate. Right then, the woman needed to move past what happened that afternoon, she needed to take responsibility for what she’d done, and she needed to get her ass in position before I really got irritated.

              She must have taken notice of my tense muscles, because she finally started to get off the bed. Practically peeling herself from my body, she slid to her feet and faced the door. “Nope. Turn around.” I fought the urge to smile when she huffed at my direction. The perfect pout on her lips when she faced me faded as our eyes met. I might have been enjoying her obedience at that moment, but her actions really had pissed me off. If she had told me about that note I would have met her at her apartment and taken her to class. Martin wouldn’t have tried that shit with me right there.

              Her hands went to the hem of the t-shirt I gave her when we got home, pulling it up over her head in one swoop, leaving her naked chest open to my gaze. Her breasts, perfectly proportioned to her body, and to my tastes, bounced with the movement. I nodded and pointed to her leggings. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she yanked them down over her hips then rolled them down her legs until she could step out of them. No panties, such a good girl for me.

              Once she was completely naked, she walked her feet apart, and grasped her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts out toward me and showing off the length of her lean body. I hadn’t noticed how toned she was the last time I had her naked and beneath me. “Do you work out a lot?” I asked, not sure she would even have time between the two jobs and school.

              “Just yoga and pilates at home a few times a week.” She didn’t look at me when she answered, instead she kept her eyes forward, looking at the window.

              I didn’t respond, just moved from the bed to stand beside her. My left hand cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm as I leaned down and licked her neck, just where her shoulder ended. She tilted her head to the side as I took her nipple between two of my fingers and began to pinch it as I rolled it.

              She hissed and tried to straighten up, to move away, but my grip only tightened, and she gave up. I licked her again, loving the taste of her. “Don’t move, Anna. Until I say to move, you just stand still. Got it?”

              “Yes, Jackson.” She nodded, keeping her eyes off of me.   

              I released her nipple delighting in the quick breath she took from the burn.My hand trailed down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, through the small patch of curls until I reached her folds. Using two fingers, I pulled her lips apart and pressed down on her clit with my middle finger. She moaned, closing her eyes and pushing her pelvis forward. “What did I just say, Anna?”

              “Not to move.” She pushed her hips back. “But it feels so good when you do that.”

              “Now you’re honest with me, but you forgot about that earlier, didn’t you?” I spoke directly into her ear, keeping my voice low. Knowing the heat of my breath brushing against her skin would only drive her further into her aroused state.

              “I suppose so.”

I sensed she was smiling so I moved my position to see her better. Sure enough, a small smile lingered on her lips.

              “What has you smiling? My finger playing with your clit, or the fact that you lied to me earlier?” 

              Her eyes shot to mine, and her smile faded. “Your fingers on me,” she whispered.

              “Where on you, Anna? Be specific. Where is my finger right now?” I pressed down on the slick nub and rubbed it in a circular motion.

              She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. My girl did her best to control herself, but I could see her resolve loosening. “Your finger is on my clit.” The whisper came out so low I barely heard her. Her cheeks tinged red from her confession; she broke her gaze from mine.

              “That’s a good girl. That wasn’t too hard, was it?” I kissed her lips, meaning only to give a light peck, a taste of what she would get if she was good, but she parted her lips, and I gave in to my desires.  My tongue swept through her mouth, tasting her, wanting her. Each little moan she released only increased my desire to get inside of her at that moment.
Patience, Jax. She needs to learn her lesson first.

              When I broke the kiss and pulled away she scrunched up her lips in an adorable pout. I began rubbing her clit harder, creating more friction. Tossing her head back, she released a frustrated moan. I knew what she wanted, but wouldn’t be giving it to her yet. Using two of my fingers I circled her entrance, dipping in only to the first knuckle before pulling back out. Again an annoyed growl from her made me grin. The girl really didn’t know who she was dealing with, but that was okay- I had all night to teach her.

              “Jackson, please,” she whispered, but didn’t turn to look at me. 

              “Please, what? Please shove my fingers into your wet pussy? Please lick your clit until you scream out your orgasm?” I had to laugh when she nodded rapidly. “Ah, well, I suppose that could happen a lot sooner if you hadn’t been such a naughty girl.” I kissed her cheek.

              I knelt down in front of her, smelling her arousal from where I was. My Anna was ready for me, but she still had a little waiting to do. “Open your legs for me, baby.” I tapped the inside of her thighs until she scooted her feet apart wider. I knew what she was hoping for, and a part of me wished I could give in to her and bring her the relief she sought.

              Slowly, I pulled apart her labia and find her swollen clit, glistening with her arousal. The tip of my tongue flicked over the sensitive button, and she sucked in her breath. Moving my hands around her, I cupped her ass and pressed my tongue even harder to her clit, letting the fat part of my tongue bathe it. Long, slow licks followed by fast, hard thrusts to her clit had her writhing in front of me, but my hands kept her right where I wanted her. When her thighs began to tremble, and her breath became shallow I pulled away, denying her the orgasm she tried to sneak in. She was moaning, promising to be good if I would just let her come, if I would just fuck her.

              “What was that?” I pulled back, aware her juices were smeared on my lips, and she could see it.  “What did you ask me to do?”

              Her cheeks were red, deep crimson red, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the embarrassment of saying what she wanted or just her frustration of being so close to her orgasm and being denied.

              “Jackson, I’m sorry I wasn’t honest and didn’t tell you about that note. Please, I’m sorry.” Her words were spoken through puffs of air.

              “What did you ask me to do, Anna?” I asked again, still not wiping the moisture from my face. I wanted her to see her arousal on me, physical proof of how turned on my punishing her was to her.

              “Fuck me, Jackson.” Her eyes didn’t waver away from mine when she gave her command. “Please,” she quickly added, and I had to grin up at her.

              “Such a fucking good girl you can be with the right motivation.” I leaned forward and went back to sucking and licking her clit, neither giving in to her request nor denying it. I heard the growl escape her, and could feel the rumbling of her body with the frustration of not being given exactly what she wanted at that moment. “Tell me when you’re getting close, Anna. Tell me when you feel your orgasm close.”

              I didn’t need her to tell me, I could see by the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched that she was close. That just a few more licks, a quick thrust of my fingers inside of her and she’d be coming unglued right where she stood. But that wasn’t the point.

              “Oh, god. Oh, god.” She chanted, but I didn’t stop my administrations. I licked harder; I toyed with her opening, knowing she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have my fingers or my cock filling her. “I’m close, Jackson. So close…please…I need to.”

              “No. You don’t.” I sat back on my heels, no longer touching her. Her eyes flew to my face, frustration and anger building there. I used the back of my hand to wipe across my lips. “You want to, but you don’t need to. There’s a difference.” I got to my feet and pulled off my shirt, tossing it aside before I began to unbutton my jeans.

              I felt her heated gaze on me as I peeled off my clothes and stripped away any barrier between our bodies. Her hands moved, one reached out for me, but I slapped it away. “Behind your back. If you break position again, I’ll use my rope and spank you before I have my way with you and completely ignore how much you want to come.”

              The hesitation in her eyes made me think she didn’t mind the idea of being bound, but not getting to come…that made her put her hand back where it belonged. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll pull out my ropes soon.” I smiled at her, reaching for her. My hands wandered over her body, feeling the tightness of her muscles, the softness of her hips and breasts. “Fuck, I could do this forever.” I leaned closer and took a nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it before biting down. She hissed at the new sensation but didn’t try to pull away.

              “Jackson, please. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise,” she whispered into the air above me as I continued to lick and nip at her breasts. 

              “Really? What lesson is that?” I stood up, bringing my eyes even with hers while I pinched both of her nipples.

              “Always tell the truth. Always tell you everything, no hiding anything.”

              “And why is that, Anna? Why will you obey my rules?” I wasn’t sure what made me ask the question, because there was only one correct answer to it that I could accept. What if Anna couldn’t give it to me, and what if I wasn’t as ready as I thought to hear it?

              “Because you’re in charge.” She blinked. Tears glistened in her eyes. Not from pain, not from sexual frustration. No, I’d seen these before. These were the tears she tried desperately not to shed when her emotions were nearing the surface. She was scared of how she felt.

              “And?” I pushed. There was more I needed to hear and she needed to say.

              “Because I’m yours.” With three words, the doors I sealed shut years ago flew open. There would be no shutting them again. “I’m yours, Jackson. Always.”

I searched her expression. Women could say a lot of shit when they were close to an orgasm being held for ransom, but she didn’t have any of that. She meant what she said, every bit of herself fit into those words. They weren’t just syllables being put together.