Page 22 of Sinful Touch

I pull back a little more as Jax turns over, my eyes lock on his back, scars on top of scars. my heart sinks as I lift my hand and gently touch his scars with my fingertips.

We all have a past that has shaped us into who we are right now. His past has made him who he is today, and part of who he is is needing me to sign the contract, willingly giving myself to him in every way, and allowing him to make all the choices for me.

Even though it scares me to death, a life without him scares me even more.

I slowly roll over and place my feet on his floor, I get up from the bed and make my way over to the table, I see the contract sitting there with a pen next to it. I know he said he wants me to think about it and that there is no pressure, but the pressure comes from myself.

I can’t risk losing him, so if this is what he needs from me, then so be it.

I reach down and grab the pen, placing it on the blank line. I take a deep breath and quickly sign my name before my anxiety takes over. I then place the pen back on the table.

Strong arms wrap around me. Jax kisses the back of my head and pulls back. I slowly turn in his arms and look into his eyes. His green eyes make me feel safe and secure even in the darkness.

“I am yours, Jaxon Fox,” I say with confidence. He needs to know that I consent to everything. I need and have needed him since we first met in his classroom. I have been writing about him, desiring him.

He looks at me momentarily, then down at the contract.

A smile forms across his lips as he looks back at me.

He releases me and reaches down grabbing onto my legs and lifting me off of the ground, a laugh escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“I have something I need to show you,” Jax says.

“Okay,” I say, leaning in and quickly kissing his lips. He turns around and exits the room, walking down the hallway and up the staircase.

I can’t see much but there are a lot of doors, he stops at the end of the hallway and releases his hold on me lowering me to the ground.

He grabs my hand and then turns the doorknob, gently pushing it open.

He turns on the light switch and walks inside, forcing me to do the same.

My heart races as I stop dead in my tracks.

“Holy cow.” The words come out before I can stop them. The contract stated a sex room. This is not what I had inside my head at all. This room is so much more.

Jax chuckles as he releases my hand and makes his way over to the bed.

He watches me closely as I look around. There are chains, whips, and many other things; I have no idea what the heck they are.

The walls are covered with different things. From what the contract said, I assume we will use them on each other, more me than him, though.

I slowly make my way over to Jax. I rest my hands on his shoulders as I look down at him.

His green eyes are so much brighter now.

“This is my black room,” He confesses to me.

I can see why everything is black, from the walls to the black marble floor.

“This is where we will spend most of our time.”

I nod as my heart continues to race.

“Darlin,” He whispers.

I look back down at him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

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