Page 2 of Jax

Jax

Twelve years later…

The flushing red glow of sunlight bleeding through my eyelids burned my vision. My slumber’s grip began to loosen, and I floated toward wakefulness. A slim crack in the curtains allowed the perpetrator to cut its light through the darkness. It was lined with accuracy into my sight and as my eyes crept open, I glared at the dust dancing in the morning’s light.

But that wasn’t the only reason I woke.

It probably had something more to do with the girl sucking on my dick like her favorite lollipop.

The soft, firm grip of her lips around my veined, pulsing shaft had a groan of approval squeezing out through my teeth. I wondered why hell had let this hot devil escape as she continued suckling hard, the soft, slurping noises filling the room. It wasn’t the most attractive thing, but I also couldn’t give a shit as she held firm to the base of me, her nails running through the rough, dark hair nestling between my thighs.

“Fuck,” I hissed, turning my head down to see the long, pale blonde hair in a ruffled mess around her neck, makeup smudged under her eyes as they gazed up with a husky darkness into mine. Her eyes dared me with rebellion, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

“What are you girls doing?” I hummed, casting my eyes over to the smaller brunette’s hand as it reached down underneath the blonde and skimmed the softened skin beneath my sack. The tips of her nails brushed the surface and the scratch caused my dick to jump in the blonde’s mouth.

Her pupils widened.

“Nothing,” the brunette whispered, leaning down toward the dark trail of hair on my stomach and lathing her tongue against my ridged abs, tasting the sweat already beading over my skin. Her tongue traced the dark, thick lines of the bird tattoo I had done over a year ago, lips sucking its cracked, chipped beak.

“Nothing, huh?”

With a pop, the blonde took me from her lips, the cool air leaving a chill over my wet skin. “Just thought we’d give you a present,” she amended, moving to run the tip of her tongue on the underside. I moaned.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” I growled.

Their eyes widened, not with shock at my attitude but with excitement. I could almost smell the wetness coming from them as they shifted their hips against the silk bedding.

“No,” the brunette whispered with a cracked purr, her body hesitant as it poised over my stomach, erect nipples grazing my skin as she saddled up next to the blonde.

“Then it’s time for punishment.” I sighed, as if it pained me to bring it up. It was the opposite.

Both girls’ chests began to rise and fall with quicker, jittering breaths. They moved without command, sitting back so their perky asses rested on their heels. Their soft thighs were pushed as tight together as those curves would allow, their nestled mounds cushioned snug between. They held both of their wrists up to me, pressed together, hands relaxed, unable to hide that slight tremor, not of fear but of excitement.

“Eyes closed,” I snapped, my hands clapping on the command.

They jolted. Even if I didn’t look, I knew they obeyed. Their eyes would be closed.

I turned to my wardrobe and allowed the doors to make an audible, slow creak as the old hinges swung the wooden panel open. The slow moment was like a drawn-out breath on skin, so intense it was almost a physical touch.

My eyes wandered over the many taut ropes held on their respective hooks. I yearned to use them, but…this was not the time. Not yet. These girls weren’t disobedient enough. There were very few that were.

Instead, my fingers reached without hesitation to the very tool I needed. My fingers stroked the hard shaft before grasping it tightly in my palm. I suppose I could have chosen one of a multitude of tools, but when retraining was needed, it was only natural that I would gravitate to this.

The black riding crop had my own breath hitching as the Italian leather sat as light as a feather in my palms. I almost didn’t want to use it; just looking at it was enough to satisfy me.

But a tool had a purpose, and without a purpose it would only be half of what it was created for.

“Now,” I breathed, turning on my heels to the two awaiting girls. I bounced the shaft in my hand and the end of the crop made a soft, painless slap across my palm. “Who’s getting punished first?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I sighed just as the door swung open, interrupting my fun with an even less fun person filling its space.

The huge beast I knew as my best friend was swallowing the tiny space of the large doorway, his tight black shirt brushing the edges of the wood as he searched for my face among the dimly lit space of my room. He didn’t bother to scan through my room, not at the myriad of clothes scattered across the stained wood, the leather collection within my wardrobe, nor the two girls waiting on the bed.

He was such a bore nowadays. Still, I couldn’t resist.

“Finally tempted to stray?” I smirked, letting the crop graze subtly across the brunette’s chest. Her breath quickened.

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