Chapter 215 - 0215: Take It Like A Good Girl, Bambina

Chapter 215: Chapter 0215: Take It Like A Good Girl, Bambina

Jaxx’s Point Of View

The air in the room hung thick with the scent of her... vanilla and something darker, something feral, something that made my blood roar in my ears. I breathed it in like a man starved, like I hadn’t just spent three weeks pretending I didn’t need it. Three weeks of cold showers and colder silences, of telling myself I could survive without this, without her. I’d been lying the entire time, and some part of me had known it, had known it the moment I walked out of her life and felt the absence settle into my bones like a wound that refused to close.

She was perfection like this.

Bent over the couch like an offering, her back arched, her ass on display, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay upright. The dim light from the floor lamp painted her skin in gold and shadow, highlighting the curve of her spine, the way her muscles tensed with every pulse of the vibrator, the way her breath hitched in sharp, desperate gasps. Every tremor that moved through her felt like it moved through me too, some invisible thread drawn taut between us that three weeks apart hadn’t managed to sever.

I could have watched her like this for hours... days, maybe, and still wanted more. There was no version of her I hadn’t already memorized, and still, somehow, she found new ways to undo me. It should have scared me, how thoroughly she’d rewritten the terms of my own control. Instead, it felt like coming home. I’d spent years building walls other people couldn’t scale, and she’d walked through them without even trying, which terrified me far more than it should have.

My gaze traced every fucking inch of her... the way her fingers clawed at the leather, her knuckles white, her hips rolling involuntarily, like she was already chasing something she couldn’t reach. There was something almost sacred in her desperation, something that made the possessive animal in my chest settle and snarl at once. I’d never understood men who wanted compliance, obedience without fire behind it. I wanted this - her fight, her hunger, the war she waged against her own need even as she lost it beautifully.

I wanted to bottle this moment, keep it somewhere safe, somewhere no one else could ever see it but me. The thought of anyone else witnessing her like this, open and shaking and mine, made something ugly coil low in my stomach. It was a feeling I didn’t examine too closely, the kind that lived in the dark corners of a man’s chest and only surfaced when something he considered his came too close to another man’s hands.

And those panties... black lace, clinging to her, soaked through, the fabric dark with her need.

I swirled the remote in my hand, my thumb hovering over the button, my cock aching against the confines of my slacks. I hadn’t planned on using this tonight. But the moment I saw her with that fucking guy... laughing too loud, touching his arm, letting him lean in like he had any right to breathe the same air as her, something dark, something possessive, had snapped inside me. I remembered standing there, drink forgotten in my hand, watching a stranger make her laugh in a way I told myself only I deserved to hear.

Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I indulged often, but with her, it lived just beneath my skin, waiting for an excuse to surface. I’d made a mental note to punish her, to remind her, to carve my name back into her spine where it belonged. The thought alone had kept me hard the entire car ride here, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. I’d rehearsed a dozen versions of what I’d say to her, and every single one dissolved the second I saw her face.

And Roman, ever the efficient bastard, had made sure the vibrator was in my pocket before I even walked through the door. I owed the man a raise. Or maybe a warning to stop reading my mind so well. Either way, I’d deal with that particular unease later; right now, there was only her.

"Such a good girl when you obey," I murmured, my gaze locked on the way her body trembled, the way her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. How could I resist? Her, like this... mine, broken, needy, her body already betraying her. There was a kind of power in watching someone unravel for you, a power I had never wanted until her. I used to think control was about restraint.

With Elena, I’d learned it was about patience... about how long I could stand to wait before I took what was already mine. Every second I denied myself felt like its own reward, proof that I could want this much and still hold the reins. It was a strange kind of discipline, one that had nothing to do with willpower and everything to do with love disguised as hunger.

I turned the vibrator off.

The sudden absence of sensation made her whimper, her body sagging against the couch, her breath a broken, "Jaxx..."

"Use your words, Bambina," I said, circling her slowly, taking my time, letting her feel my eyes on every inch of her exposed skin. "What do you want?"

"I don’t..." She swallowed, her face pressed against her own arm, her voice muffled and small. "I don’t want anything."

"No?" I dragged one finger up the back of her thigh, slow, featherlight, over the trembling muscle, up to the edge of that soaked lace. She flinched and moaned at the same time, and I smiled, satisfaction curling low in my gut. "Then why are you pressing back against my hand, baby? Why are your thighs shaking? Why is this pretty pussy dripping through your panties if you don’t want anything?"

"I hate you," she gasped.

"No, you don’t," I said, calm, certain, though something in my chest tightened at the words anyway. It always did, that small flicker of doubt she managed to plant no matter how many times she took it back later. Some buried part of me kept score of every time she’d said it and meant it just a little, kept it filed away like evidence against myself. "You hate that you don’t hate me. You hate that three weeks ago you knocked on my door instead of anyone else’s. There were a hundred doors between that gala and my suite, Elena, and you chose mine. And you’ve been choosing it ever since."

Then I turned it back on.

Higher.

Harder.

She let out the most beautiful sound I’d heard all day... somewhere between a moan and a cry, raw and needy and fucking perfect. Her back arched, her fingers digging into the couch like she was trying to anchor herself, her thighs shaking as she tried to close them.

No.

My hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the room, her skin flushing pink beneath my touch. "No, baby," I growled, my grip tightening on her hip, my fingers sinking into her flesh. "Keep. Them. Open."

She whimpered, her body trembling, her moans spilling out - beautiful, loud, pleading. "Jaxx, please... I can’t..."

"You can," I said, my thumb pressing the button again, the speed increasing, her body jerking in response. The vibrations were relentless, and I could see it: the way her thighs shook, the way her ass clenched, the way her breath came in sharp, broken gasps. "And you’ll take every fucking second of it."

Her moans filled the room, desperate and needy, her body writhing as the vibrations consumed her. "I... I can’t..." she gasped, her fingers clawing at the couch like she was drowning.

"Yes, you can," I said, my control fraying as I watched her, as I owned her, as I broke her apart piece by trembling piece. I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot. "You’ll take it, and you’ll love it, Bambina. Because this?" I turned the speed up another notch, and her body jerked, a cry tearing from her throat.

"This is what happens when you forget who you belong to."

She cried out, her body arching, her moans turning to pleas, her voice raw and desperate. "Jaxx... please... it’s too much..."

"It’s never too much for you," I murmured, my free hand sliding up her thigh, my fingers teasing the edge of her panties, feeling how dripping she was, how ready. The lace was ruined, dark and heavy with her, and I pressed it flat against her, and she sobbed. "You were made for this. For me."

"Jaxx..."

"Tell me who makes you feel like this." I dragged my tongue up the curve of her spine, tasting salt and vanilla, feeling her shiver beneath my mouth. "Say my name while you’re dripping on my couch, baby. Say it."

"You," she sobbed, her hips bucking, her whole body trembling like a live wire. "You, Jaxx, it’s you, it’s always you..."

"Good girl." I groaned, my cock throbbing, my control slipping further with every word she gave me. "Look at you. Look how wet you are for me. How needy. Three weeks of nothing and you’re falling apart in one night."

She sobbed, her body shaking, her voice breaking. "Jaxx, I... I’m going to..."

"You’re not," I cut her off, my voice a dark command. I turned the vibrator off again, and she whimpered, her body sagging, her breath coming in ragged gasps, stranded right at the edge for the second time tonight. "Not until I say so."

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling, her need so fucking obvious it was painted across her whole body.

"Please what?" I pulled her head back by her hair, slow, controlled, until her throat was bared and her eyes were glassy and wet. "What do you want, Elena? Say it. All of it."

"I want..." Her voice cracked, and she tried to hide her face, and I wouldn’t let her. "I want to come. Please, Jaxx. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll..."

"You’ll be good anyway," I said. "That’s not a favor, that’s the rule."

I turned it back on.

Higher.

Her cry was primitive, her body arching, her fingers clawing at the couch like she was trying to escape, like she was trying to chase it. "Jaxx..." she pleaded, her voice breaking, her body trembling on the edge.

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark whisper. "You think you get to come, Bambina?" I turned the speed down, just enough to tease her, to torture her. "You think you get to finish after flirting with him like that?"

"No," she gasped, her voice raw, her body trembling. "No, I... I’m sorry..."

"Sorry doesn’t cut it," I growled, my hand sliding up her back, my fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to feel her shudder. "You’re mine. And you’ll remember that." I turned the vibrator up again, and her body jerked, a broken cry tearing from her throat.

"Jaxx..." she pleaded, her voice a whisper, her need so fucking obvious.

I could smell her, taste her need in the air. My cock throbbed, my control hanging by a thread. But I wasn’t done with her. Not yet. There was something almost unbearable about holding back when every instinct screamed at me to give her everything, to let her shatter and catch the pieces myself. Some part of me, the part I rarely let surface, wondered if this was as much a punishment for her as it was for me. Maybe it always had been. Maybe that was the only kind of honesty either of us knew how to offer each other, the two of us speaking in bruises and begging because the softer words had never come easily to either of us.

"Tell me the truth," I said, my voice low, dangerous, my hand smoothing over the hot pink skin of her ass where I’d spanked her. "Did you think about me while I was gone? Once? Once is all I need, Bambina."

Her breath caught. Her thighs clenched. That was answer enough, but I wanted the words.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice breaking, mortified and honest. "Every night. I thought about you every night, are you happy now?"

I exhaled slowly, my chest tight, something hot and possessive unspooling through me, something that felt dangerously close to relief. The confession landed somewhere deeper than my pride, somewhere I didn’t examine too closely, somewhere that had nothing to do with winning and everything to do with needing. For a moment, the ache in my chest had nothing to do with wanting her body and everything to do with having nearly lost whatever this was between us. "Yes," I said. "Now I’m happy."

I turned the vibrator off.

She sagged against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling, her voice a broken whisper. "Please..."

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark command. "Shut up," I said, my voice rough, my grip tightening. "And take it like a good girl, Bambina."