Page 26 of Jax

"Really?" Her voice wavered, a mix of hope and fear fluttering in her chest.

"Absolutely," he confirmed, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "It's all about trust and communication. The next time you have a Daddy Dom, just make sure he’s a good one. Talk this all through with him. And if there’s a whiff of anything strange, or controlling, you stop, okay?"

"Okay." Gratitude welled up inside her, mingling with the unfamiliar warmth of acceptance.

As they lay side by side, the quiet intimacy of the moment stirred something deep within Mia. Tentatively, she brushed her leg against Jax's, testing the boundaries between them. Hedidn't shy away, but instead shifted closer, their bodies aligning like pieces of a puzzle.

"Is this okay?" she whispered, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Only if you're comfortable with it," Jax replied, equally hushed.

"I trust you," she admitted, and it was true – for the first time in years, Mia felt safe enough to let down her guard.

"Good," Jax murmured, his breath warm on her neck. "I’m sure you can tell I’m attracted to you. I’d be completely insane if I wasn’t. But I’m not going to make any moves on you. So, you put your body where it needs to be, and I’ll . . . work around you."

“Work around me?” She giggled. "I’d rather you put your arm around me.”

“No problem,” he said. He gathered her close, his strong arms encircling her as a sense of peace washed over them both.

She nodded, her pulse settling into a steady rhythm as she focused on the sensation of his arm draped protectively over her waist. It felt right, somehow; like this was where she belonged.

They lay like that, breathing loudly together, their hearts pounding against one another, until eventually, Jax turned away from Mia as though to sleep.

Mia lay there in the darkness, letting her thoughts wander and listening to the comforting sound of Jax's breaths. It wasn't long before another surge of arousal coursed through her, catching her off guard. She hadn't experienced such a feeling in years, and she hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

Jax’s breathing had slowed, and she was almost certain he was asleep, so she let her hand tentatively slide down her own body, fingers dancing over the curves of her hips and thighs. The sensation sent shivers up her spine, an unfamiliar yet exhilarating thrill. Tentatively, she traced circles around her sensitive core, gasping softly at the pleasure that began to build within her.

Mia continued exploring her body, her touch growing bolder and more confident. A soft moan escaped her lips as she found the sweet spot, her fingers working in rhythmic motions.

Jax remained silent beside her. He had to be asleep.

As Mia's pleasure intensified, she experienced a profound sense of liberation. It was because of Jax that she felt this way. He’d freed her. Mia’s heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that this man had helped her reclaim a part of herself she'd long thought lost.

She touched herself harder and faster, completely carried away now, reclaiming her body after it had been used and abused by so many others. And it felt . . . phenomenal. Gorgeous. Out of freaking control.

The world shattered around Mia as her orgasm claimed her, washing over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. It consumed her, bringing forth a release she hadn't known she so desperately needed. A choked sob escaped her lips—a sound born of both ecstasy and the weight of emotions that came crashing down.

"Shit," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As sleep embraced her, Mia could feel the edges of her emotional armor beginning to chip away, leaving her raw, but open.

Mia awoke with a start the next morning, sunlight streaming through the cabin windows. Disoriented, she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Then, last night's events came flooding back – the intimacy, the exploration, the release.

She listened to the sound of water cascading from the showerhead in the bathroom. The image of Jax, naked and wet, invaded her thoughts, adding to the whirlwind of emotionsinside her. For a moment, she thought she heard Jax groan. Was he . . . taking care of his own needs in there? Like she had done last night?

"Get it together, Mia," she muttered under her breath, pushing herself out of bed. Padding into the kitchen, she tried to focus on something else, anything to distract herself from the growing heat between her thighs.

The sight that greeted her brought a flutter of warmth to her chest. The kitchen counter was covered with an assortment of breakfast foods – scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and even a steaming pot of coffee. Plus, a bowl of piping hot porridge. Jax had prepared all this for her. Somehow, it meant more than any grand gesture ever could.

"Damn, Jax," she whispered, touching the edge of the countertop reverently. "You really know how to take care of someone."

As Mia started to load up her plate, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander back to the man in the shower. It was undeniable now; she wanted Jax – not just as a protector or friend, but as something far deeper and intimate. Yet, at the same time, there was still so much she needed to learn about herself, about the world of DDlg, and what it meant to be a Little.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” said Jax, as he emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair tousled and a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water droplets clung to his defined chest, making it difficult for Mia to look away. He had a six-pack. An actual six-pack. She didn’t even know if those things were possible in real life.

“Uh, good morning,” said Mia shyly. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

“How did you sleep?” asked Jax, with what could have been a knowing glint in his eye.

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