I tested my boundaries with Jax. My hands instinctively went through his hair and balled into fists. He stopped for a moment, but moved from my left nipple to my right as I pulled hard on his hair. I bit my lip so hard that I could almost swear that I drew blood. I didn’t want to make any noises that would cause him to stop what he was doing. Even though I hated him for what he had done to me and even though I hated him for being my captor, I needed this.
I felt his hands at my hips and heard the tearing of the fabric as he ripped my panties away from my body. Gripping me tightly, he pulled me toward the edge of the island and lowered his pants and boxers. In a breath, he pushed himself deep inside of me.
The initial thrust hurt. It was a sensual kind of pain and I wanted him to do it again. And he did, over and over, Jaxton pushed inside of me causing me to wrap my arms around his shoulders and grip them tightly. I wanted to cry out, I wanted to moan his name into his ear, but he hadn’t given me permission for that. Jaxton pulled back slightly and I was afraid that he was going to stop, but he didn’t. He covered my mouth with his kissing me deeply, a moan escaping into my mouth.
“Riley,” he breathed as he thrust deeply inside of me two more times. The way his voice sounded at that moment and how my name rolled off his tongue in that accent was the sexiest thing in the world.
Jax pulled out for a moment. I thought he was done or maybe he wanted to catch his breath, but instead he slid me off of the island and turned me around. With a vicious shove, he bent me over and slid inside of me again.
This time he balled my hair in his fist. One hand on my hip and using his fist to keep my face flat on the counter, he began his rhythmic thrusts again. It only lasted another ten minutes. A few more vicious pumps and I felt a warm rush fill me. He moaned loudly when it happened and I felt him lean forward and rest his forehead on my back for a moment before pulling himself out of me.
“Well. What did you think of dessert?” he asked, with a breathless laugh.
I put my hands down on the counter and pushed myself up to a standing position. My head hurt from where he held me down and my legs were unsteady. As I felt him running down my inner thigh and I took a few steadying breaths before answering.
“Messy. Painful.”
“Riley, if you think that was painful, then you really won’t be able to deal with what I have in store for you. But go up to your room, the one you woke up in, and change your clothes. Because we are now acquaintances for the rest of the day, I’ll clean this up,” he said with a grin.
“I need you to unlock the doors, remember?” I asked quietly.
He laughed and reached down for his pants, pulling them up along with his boxers. He went over to the sink and grabbed a dishcloth, ran it under the water, and pulled out a bucket from under the sink.
“You’re right. Change of plans then. You clean this up and I’ll be back with something for you,” he said tossing the rag at me as he left the kitchen.
I looked at the side of the island and at the floor and sighed heavily. The faster I got this over with the faster I’d be able to put clothes on again and maybe take control of something for once. I wiped down the side of the counter, then got on my knees to make sure that nothing had pooled on the floor. When I was done with the task that had been given to me, I took the bucket to the sink and filled it halfway with hot water, before tossing the soiled rag into it.
“You look damn sexy when you clean,” he said from the doorway. I jumped because I was startled; I never heard him reenter the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t imagine it has anything to do with my ass on full display?” I quipped rolling my eyes.
He laughed good-naturedly and came over to inspect what I had done. I watched him nod in approval before handing me clothes. I took them gratefully and held them against my chest.
“I’ll lead you to the shower down here. That way you can clean yourself up properly, while I go upstairs and do the same,” he said putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me out of the kitchen.
Shower? I don’t ever recall even seeing a bathroom on this floor.
Jax lead me through the living room and down the only hall I had never been in on the main floor.
“Close your eyes,” he said and I did. He let go of my shoulders and stepped around me. I heard the familiar beep of a code being punched into a door, not even realizing there had been a door there to begin with.
“You can open them now,” he said, taking my hand and leading me into a smaller room. “Shower’s in there. These doors aren’t coded, only the one in and out. So once you’re done, just wait for me on the stairs and I’ll be down when I’m ready, alright?”