Page 23 of Power Struggle

“Say something about what?” he murmurs softly like he’s approaching a wild animal.

“Tell me to stop eating,” flies out of my mouth before I can hold it back.

His eyes widen, but this time, in anger. “And why the fuck would I tell you to do that?” he barks. I rise, shaking my hands out frantically as anxiety builds. My eyes snap to the bathroom, and my feet beg to move, but Jackson is here, and I… “Why, Addison?”

My hand lands on my belly, and before I know what I’m saying, the words tumble out. “Because that was too much, Jack. I can’t–I don’t eat that much. Ever. I’ll gain too much weight. I’ll get fat.” I scoff, running a hand through my hair that’s dried in tangles while we were talking. And eating.

“So what?” he snaps, shoving to his feet. “Get fat. Or don’t. I don’t care either way, as long as you’re healthy.”

I roll my eyes and shoot him a disbelieving look.

No one likes a big woman my mother used to say. Again and again. No one will want you.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t lie to me, Jackson. You’d care if I changed. If I gained any more weight. You’d care.” I don’t know who I’m trying to prove it to, him or me.

Jack stares at me, his face red and pinched. His hands are fisted at his sides. The look on his face has my mouth snapping shut and my feet freezing. Then, he’s charging forward and throwing me over his shoulder. I cry out, scrambling for purchase as he thunders through the small, cozy room toward the bathroom. He continues through until we reach what he referred to as the playroom. Suddenly, the world is turning again as he drops down onto the edge of the bed and shifts me, so I’m laying over his knees, ass up.

“What the fuck are you d–” I don’t get to finish as my towel is unceremoniously tugged away from my body, and my ass is put on full display. Seconds later, his hand is coming down on my cheeks. One after another after another. “Jackson,” I cry out, slapping whatever part of his legs I can reach.

“You will never say that shit to me again, Addison,” he barks as he continues to rain down, burning slaps over my ass and thighs. “Never again will I hear you talk so poorly about yourself.” Slap. “Never again will I hear you put yourself down like that.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Never again will I watch you purposefully deprive yourself.” Slap. Slap. Slap.

The hits burn, but they aren’t aggressive in a way that has me concerned for my safety. I know he’s trying to teach me a lesson. I know he’s angry. I just don’t know why he cares so goddamned much. Yes, you do. I swallow, batting away my tears. I do. I know I do.

“Never again, Addison.” He soothes my stinging asscheeks in apology as his words quiet from their previous bark. “I need you to be healthy and safe and looked after. Do you understand me?”

I sniffle and nod, then think better of it when my head swims from being upside down. “Yes, Sir,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs and presses a kiss to my backside. “I know, Princess. I know this will take time, but fuck, Addy. Seeing you like that–” I feel him shudder as he exhales. “Seeing you so mad at yourself for fueling your precious body, baby, I can’t watch that. You need to try for me, Addy.”

I suck in a breath and squeeze his calf. “I’ll try.” That’s the best I can give him. I’ve been in therapy for years, and though I rarely binge and purge anymore, it still happens. I know for a fact if Jack hadn’t been here tonight, I would have.

His hand comes down on my cheek again, and I groan. “I thought you already punished me?” I murmur, swallowing thickly as the burn turns into something else.

He chuckles, groping my flaming cheek. “Oh, I did. This is for me.” He spanks me again before dipping his fingers between my thighs. My hips buck when he slips one finger right inside of me. “And you,” he murmurs.

His finger pumps in and out of my sensitive core at a maddeningly slow pace. My body breaks out in shivers. He lifts his hand from my lower back where he’d been holding me down and palms my ass, all the while that one finger moves in and out, in and out. It’s a tease. A taste. And not nearly enough.

I feel him shift before I hear the telltale sound of him spitting. I moan when his warm saliva drips between my cheeks, coating my asshole. “I’m going to play with you, Princess, and then I’m going to fuck you.” I moan again, his words igniting me deep down to my core.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, Sir?” I purr, pressing my butt into his palm.

He grunts, gripping my cheek harshly to still me. “Is that what you want?” he murmurs.

I nod, whimpering when he presses two fingers into my pussy and works one into my ass. “Yes, please, Sir. I want you to fill me up.”

Jackson growls. “I don’t think you understand my obsession with filling you, Addison. I don’t think that’s something you’re ready to fully comprehend yet.” I shudder at his words.

I meant I wanted him to fill me up with his cock, but now that he’s talking about his cum again, I can’t shake the thought. When he came inside me earlier, it bought on a blinding orgasm. I’ve done a lot, but I’ve never fucked unprotected. I’ve never felt warm cum inside me like that. It feels dirty and taboo which is saying something considering all the shit I’ve done.

He pumps in and out slowly, occasionally spitting to add more lube so he can slip another finger in my ass. When he’s confident that I’m prepped and stretched out, he kisses my spine and slips from my ass. Gently, he lifts me from his body and drops me on the bed.

“Hands and knees, slut.” I quickly scramble to get into position, making him chuckle. His palm collides with my sensitive ass. This time, it’s more of a love tap. “Face in the sheets. Don’t move. Don’t look up. Just trust me.”

I shiver and nod. My eyes squeeze shut as I bury my face in the bed and shove my ass out, spreading my thighs wide. I hear the sink in the bathroom running, and I assume he’s washing his hands, which I appreciate greatly. The sound of him rummaging through the chest of drawers has my spine tingling and my belly fluttering with excitement.

Minutes later, the bed dips behind me. I hear the click of a lube bottle, and I nearly groan. “Are you ready, Princess?” he murmurs as his hands smooth gently down my spine.

“Slut,” I murmur, shivering again. “I’m your slut, Sir.”

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