Chapter 158 - 0158: You Took All Five (r18+)

Chapter 158: Chapter 0158: You Took All Five (r18+)

Jaxx’s Point Of View

I stood back just enough to give her room, but the sheer, oppressive gravity of my presence still pinned her to that spot. My eyes didn’t leave her for a fraction of a second. I wanted her to feel it... the weight of my attention, the way it pressed against her skin like a physical thing.

"Bend over the counter, Princess." The words rolled out of my throat, heavy, low, and laced with absolute authority.

For a long, agonized second, she froze. Her breathing came in shallow, panicked hitches that made her small shoulders tremble. I could see the battle raging behind her dark eyes... the sheer, stubborn pride warring against the dark, treacherous heat that had been humming through her blood since last night.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, clutching blindly at the cool edge of the marble as if searching for an anchor in a storm about to swallow her whole. Something in her expression flickered... shame, maybe, or the terrifying recognition that her body had already decided to obey long before her mind caught up.

I found myself holding my breath, waiting to see which part of her would win.

Slowly, agonizingly, her resolve splintered. She turned her back to me.

She leaned forward, her palms pressing flat against the sleek, freezing surface of the island, her spine arching into a delicate, agonizing curve that thrust her hips back toward me. My shirt... my heavy, black cotton shirt, bunched up around her lower back, barely clinging to the curve of her waist, exposing the full, gorgeous swell of her hips and the soft shadow between her thighs.

A small, involuntary shudder ran through her, as if the mere act of surrender had cost her something she couldn’t quite name. I understood that cost better than she realized; I had my own reckoning happening in my chest, a want so sharp it bordered on pain.

Fuck.

My cock twitched violently against the fabric of my sweatpants, a sharp throb of pure ownership slamming straight into my gut. Seeing her like this... exposed, submissive, perfectly positioned for my hands while framed against the sharp, sterile luxury of my kitchen, did something dangerous to my head. I had imagined this a hundred times since the night before, but nothing compared to the reality of her trembling in front of me, caught between defiance and need.

There was a strange tenderness tangled up in the hunger, one I hadn’t expected and didn’t have time to examine.

I stepped up behind her until the heat radiating off my chest brushed the smooth skin of her back. I didn’t rush. I let the silence stretch, let the cool morning air settle over her exposed skin, watching the goosebumps ripple across her flesh.

Slowly, deliberately, I hooked two fingers into the hem of the shirt and lifted it higher, folding it over her lower back until every single inch of her bare ass was fully revealed to the bright morning light flooding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She let out a small, involuntary breath, as though she could feel my gaze like a physical weight against her skin.

"Look at you," I rumbled, my voice a rough, dark vibration against her spine. "So quick to mouth off when you’re standing up, but the second I tell you to position yourself, you give me exactly what I want."

"I’m giving you what you demanded so this nightmare ends," she choked out, her head hung low between her arms, her hair falling in a dark, tangled curtain that hid her face. "Five times, Jaxx. That was the deal. Don’t drag it out."

"I’ll take as long as I damn well please, Bambina," I murmured, my hand coming down to rest heavily on her hip, my calloused thumb digging into the dimple at the base of her spine.

I leaned closer, my gaze tracing the pale, smooth curve of her thighs, down to where her legs trembled slightly from the strain of holding the arch. And then I saw it.

A tiny, glistening bead of slick escaped the tight folds between her thighs, trailing a slow, liquid path down the delicate skin of her inner leg. She was soaked. The sweet, heavy scent of her arousal hit my nose like a drug, instantly thick and heady in the cool room. My restraint, already threadbare, frayed further at the sight.

A low, dark chuckle tore from my chest. "You’re a terrible liar, Elena. You sit there telling me how much you hate this, how much of a mistake last night was..." I slid my fingers down, trailing them through the warm, liquid trail on her inner thigh, teasing the soft skin right at the edge of her center. "And yet you’re practically leaking all over my counter."

She shivered violently, her knuckles turning bone-white where she gripped the edge of the stone. "It’s... it’s just residual," she stammered, her voice breathless and fractured, her hips making a tiny, involuntary twitch toward my fingers before she forced them still. "It doesn’t mean anything! You... you touched me earlier, remember? My body is just... reacting to the physical stimulus!"

"Residual?" I purred, my hand sliding fully between her legs, my fingers effortlessly parting her sensitive folds to find the hot, drenching wetness waiting for me inside. I pressed the pad of my thumb directly against her swollen clit, applying a slow, firm pressure that made her back snap into a tighter arch. "That was over twenty minutes ago, Princess. This isn’t residual. This is your body begging for what your stubborn little mouth refuses to ask for."

She let out a high, needy whimper, her thighs pressing tightly together against my hand in a futile attempt to crush the ache I was stoking. "Stop... Jaxx, please, just do it and get it over with..."

"Oh, I’m going to do it," I growled softly, pulling my hand away from her center.

She let out a soft gasp of loss as the warmth vanished, but before she could recover, I brought my slick, glistening fingers right up to my lips, sliding them into my mouth and tasting her deeply, keeping my dark eyes locked on the back of her neck. "Fucking delicious."

Her shoulders hitched, a sound that was half-sob, half-gasp tearing from her throat. "You’re disgusting..."

"I’m a man who knows what belongs to him," I corrected, my tone dropping into a flat, absolute command. I smoothed my dry, heavy palm over the soft, trembling cheek of her ass, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation under my touch. "Now, set your rules straight, Princess. Count for me. I want to hear your voice clear and loud after every single smack. You miss a count, you try to swallow it, or you lose control... and the count resets to zero. Understood?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, her head dropping lower against the counter. "Yes," she whispered, her tone laced with a mix of fury and desperate surrender. "I understand."

"Good girl."

I raised my hand, pausing for a single beat of agonized anticipation. In that pause, I could feel her whole body bracing, every muscle locked tight, waiting. Even the air between us seemed to hold still, as though the apartment itself was leaning in to watch.

SMACK.

The sharp, thunderous crack of my open palm connecting with her bare skin echoed through the cavernous apartment. The impact jolted her entire body forward, her toes curling against the floor as her hips jerked violently into the air. A sharp, breathless gasp burst from her lips, her body locking up instantly from the sting.

"One!" she breathed out raggedly, her chest heaving against the cold marble, her knuckles straining against the edge of the island. "One..."

"There you go," I murmured smoothly, bringing my warm palm down to soothe the bright red print already blooming on her pale skin, rubbing slow, firm circles over the heat. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

I gave her three seconds to catch her breath, watching her skin pulse under my touch, before I lifted my hand again.

SMACK.

Her knees buckled slightly, a soft, broken moan slipping past her lips before she could stop it. "Ohhh... God..."

I froze, my hand instantly gripping her waist, pinning her firmly against the counter. "Bambina?" I warned, my voice dropping an octave into a dark, dangerous rumble. "What did I say about making noise instead of counting?"

"Tw-Two!" she cried out frantically, her voice trembling so hard it cracked, her hips wriggling against my grip in a frantic effort to ease the burning sting. "Two! I said two!"

"Watch it," I growled, my fingers digging into her hip, leaving deep indentations in her soft skin. I trailed my free hand down between her legs again, brushing against her dripping folds, confirming that the sting was only making her wetter, her body flooding with heat in response to the pain. "Look at how this skin reacts to me. Look at how wet you are, Elena. You’re trembling like a leaf, and your pussy is practically weeping for my fingers."

I slid two fingers deep inside her with a wet, slick slide, making her let out a loud, pathetic whimper as her head snapped back.

"Tell me again how much you hate this," I demanded, slowly curling my fingers inside her, hitting that delicate, swollen bundle of nerves that made her hips jerk uncontrollably into my hand. "Tell me this is just a fever."

"I... I hate it..." she choked out, her fingers clawing frantically at the marble, her breath coming in fast, shallow pants. "It’s... it’s just... a reaction..."

"A reaction, huh?" I chuckled, a dark, wicked sound, slowly drawing my fingers out of her tight, clinging heat and letting her feel the loss before raising my hand high above her marked skin. "Let’s test your reaction time again."

SMACK.

"Three!" she screamed out, the sound echoing off the high ceilings as her body jolted violently forward. Her skin flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her entire frame quivering under the sensory overload.

"Good girl," I praised darkly, my palm coming down immediately to massage the hot, stinging flesh, smoothing over the tight, trembling muscles of her bottom. "You’re taking it so well, Princess. Almost like you were made for it."

Without waiting for her to settle, I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on the opposite cheek.

SMACK.

"Four!" she cried, her voice strained, broken, completely stripped of any remaining arrogance. Her hips pushed back reflexively into my space, seeking the heavy, solid pressure of my body to anchor her.

I looked down at her... at the bright red marks glowing on her smooth skin, at the way her dark hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, at the heavy, glistened folds between her thighs that were dripping down onto the cold floor. My control snapped completely.

The primal, dark need to claim every single part of her burned away whatever restraint I had left. There was something almost reverent in the way I looked at her now, some tangle of hunger and possessiveness that I didn’t bother untangling. Beneath it, quieter and more dangerous, sat something that felt uncomfortably close to tenderness.

"You are so fucking gorgeous like this," I growled, my voice rough and gravelly.

I dropped to my knees behind her.

Before she could process the movement, I buried my face straight into her heat. My tongue lashed out, swiping in one long, hot, possessive stroke from the base of her tight center all the way up over her drenched, pulsing clit.

Elena shrieked, a high, panicked sound of pure pleasure, her hands flying off the counter to grab wildly at my hair. "Jaxx! What... oh God!"

"Hands on the counter, Princess," I growled against her wet skin, my voice strict and unyielding as I reached up and firmly slapped her hands back down onto the marble. "Keep them there."

I didn’t wait for her to comply before my mouth closed around her clit, sucking the hard, swollen peak directly between my lips while my thumbs spread her sensitive folds wide. I licked her with broad, heavy strokes, drinking in her wetness, devouring her like a starving man offered a feast.

"Jaxx... please!" she sobbed out, her head rolling side to side on the counter, her knees shaking so violently she could barely keep herself standing. "You’re... you’re cheating! This wasn’t... this wasn’t part of the deal!"

"You never asked for the rules, baby," I rumbled against her wet flesh, my breath hot and heavy against her raw center, making her shiver uncontrollably. "I told you... anything goes when you’re in my space."

I slid two fingers back inside her tight, hot channel, pumping them in a fast, relentless rhythm while my tongue swirled around her clit, driving her straight toward the edge of an explosive cliff.

She was sobbing now, tiny, breathless whimpers of pure, agonizing ecstasy escaping her throat as her walls squeezed tightly around my fingers, soaking my hand in her sweet, hot release.

"Look at you," I murmured, pulling my mouth back just enough to watch her body shudder through the waves of her climax, my tongue swiping up to gather every drop of her slickness. "So obedient. So wet for me."

I stood up slowly, my chest heaving, my cock throbbing so violently against my jeans it was actual physical torture. I looked down at her ruined, trembling form, resting my heavy hand against the flushed, burning skin of her ass one last time.

SMACK.

"Fi-five!!" she screamed out, the final strike snapping through her peak, sending another wave of tremors straight through her body. She collapsed forward onto her elbows, her forehead resting against the cold marble, her back rising and falling in deep, exhausted hitches.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her damp, trembling back, my hand gently gathering her tangled dark hair and pulling it to the side so I could press my lips against the hot skin of her neck.

For a moment, neither of us spoke; the only sound was her ragged breathing slowly evening out beneath me. In that quiet, something shifted between us... an understanding neither of us was ready to name.

"Such a good girl, Bambina," I whispered against her skin, my hand sliding down her stomach, feeling the rapid, frantic fluttering of her pulse. "You took all five. Now... tell me you still want to walk out that door."

My fingers slid through her folds again, feeling how wet she was, how ready. "Now, let’s see if you can take more."