Page 51 of Puck It!

His hand rips from my chin as his back falls to the back of the couch.

"Alright then" His head tilts playfully, as his hands go out, "Show me that naughty girl you like to be."

I pull my foot from his chest, before putting the other up, this time, he unties the leather strap, holding his gaze on me.

When he’s done, he slides my heel from my foot, his hands against my bare skin, sliding up my calf, sending those waves of heat to warm my insides.

I pull my leg from his grasp, before I turn and unzip the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor in front of him.

"You’ve been naked under that dress all night." He snaps.

I look over my shoulder with my smiling words, "See what happens when you’re a good boy."

I step out of my dress, grabbing my glass of whiskey, taking a good drink of it, hearing Jax hiss behind me, before I set the glass back down.

Making my way to my silks, before my hand wraps around my silk up high, and I lift myself as my body twists and my legs go above my head, my thigh catches the silk, wrapping it around, using my leg that’s wrapped, I pull myself upright.

With my leg wrapped, my hand holds the silk beside my head, just kind of sitting here, my weight being held by the wrap around my leg and hand hold.

I hold my gaze on Jax, the corner of his mouth curls to the hungry smile, before I tuck my body and wrap the silk across my stomach, wrapping it around my back.

Wrapping my leg until the silk is around my foot, I lean back, letting go of the silk, my weight falling into the silk wrapped around me as my free leg crosses the silk hanging from above as my hand grabs the piece below me.

Hanging upside down, the feeling of being in the club taking over me, hearing the music I had turned on earlier putting me in that seductive mood, moving from trick to trick, it’s slow, methodical, seductive, and, he’s really getting a show every time my legs split to move into a trick, exposing and spreading my opening.

With the silks wrapped under both thighs, I see Jax stand and step towards me, so I stop, and stay as I am, hanging with the weight being held against my thighs.

When he steps in front of me, I am eye level with him, so I hook my legs around him and pull him into me as his hand slides to the nape of my neck, holding that darkened gaze on me, he leans into me, "Since you like hanging from ropes" his hand slides up, fisting my hair as he pulls my head back, "We’re going to put them to good use."

I smile, and because I am such a brat, "Not ropes, silks."

His hand leaves my hair before he grabs both my wrists, holding them both in one hand, his other wraps my silks around my wrists, binding my wrists to my silks above my head.

"All the fucking same" My nipples hardened immediately with the intensity of his gaze on me and his growling words, "Let’s see how you like not having control."

I giggle, finding this amusing in a very hot and sexy fucking way, fuck yes.

"Give me your worst big boy." I tease

He leans forward his parted lips brush against mine as he whispers, "You’re not ready for that yet."

Still having control of my legs, I tighten my grip around his waist, rocking my pussy against his lower stomach. He dips to my exposed neck, before his flattened tongue licks up my neck, feeling his hand slide between my legs and his stomach causing that heat to spread to my core.

Arousal flares inside me, feeling like that control has been taken from me, hanging from my silks, completely at his mercy as he slides between my folds with his flattened fingers, circling over my clit, as a low moan hums in my throat.

He kneels between my legs, looking down at him, holding the heated gaze between us, a smile curls from my lips, wrapping his hands under my thighs, spreading them wider as he lays them over his shoulders, lowering his head between my legs.

He trails his tongue between my folds causing my breath to catch in my throat before I swallow it down, curling the tips of his fingers into my skin with his grip, his tongue slides inside my opening, before his magic begins.

"Fuck Jax" The words whisper in a whimper as my nipples tighten and my head rolls forward with my parted lipped breaths feeling the pleasure his tongue is bringing to my slit.

He sucks down over my clit and my body curls, causing the silks around my wrists to tighten, wanting, needing so badly to grip something in my hands, but I can't move them.

He slides two fingers inside my opening as his tongue flicks at my clit, rolling my hips, rolling against his tongue and grinding his fingers that are deep inside my walls, feeling my insides burn with arousal, ready to let go, my climax ready to rip me apart as my breathing becomes panted.

Curling his fingers inside me, he works brutal fast motions, ripping a loud moan to hum as my head falls back between my hung arms feeling the heat build before the gush of my arousal soaks his fucking hand and face.

"Fuck Jax!" I ride the wave of pleasure as he continues to torture my walls with his fingers and my clit with his tongue. The whimpers, curling, never feeling the heightened arousal zinging off every nerve in my body.

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