Page 107 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Jax takes the metal bar and spreads my legs, attaching the soft leather cuffs to my ankles. My drenched cunt throbs. Being unable to close my legs isn’t just humiliating, it makes every sensation down there more intense.
“My little slut is already so wet,” he drawls. “You like being tied up and spanked, don’t you?”
I whine in agreement. It feels like I’m floating, detached from reality.
Jax plugs in the vibrator wand and it buzzes with terrifying power. He catches my surprised expression, chuckling.
“You were mighty pissed when I ruined your orgasm in the parking lot, right?” he asks.
I balk, the anger bringing back my voice in a rasp. “It was awful! You better not do that again.”
“Aw, you still think you can give me orders? That’s adorable. Tonight’s gonna be one long, hard lesson for you.”
Jax presses the wand against my clit. Thunder rolls through me and my back arches off the sheets as mind-numbing vibrations overwhelm me.
Did the manufacturer put the motor of a jackhammer into this thing? I should be wearing a hard hat and a hi-vis vest.
Jax tugs on a nipple clamp and I can’t control my body. My hips buck, my legs shake.
An orgasm hits me like a hurricane, turning my moans into cries, but I drop from the peak as fast as I reached it and Jax kicks the vibrations up another gear.
“Please, please…” I whimper breathlessly. “No more, Sir!”
“You wanted uninterrupted pleasure, didn’t you? I’m gonna rip orgasm after orgasm from your ripe cunt, but even if you beg me to stop, I’ll keep goin’. Tonight, I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
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My hard cockthrobs and my balls are achingly heavy as I feast my eyes on Hailey.
Wrapped in the green-shimmering plastic with her skin flushed underneath, she looks like a work of art. She’s so pretty, lying there with pink scrawled across her cheeks and her bitten lips.
I never thought my cruel hunger for suffering could exist at the same time as this deep affection, but now I see they’re one and the same when I’m with her.
I want to torture her and put her through the sweetest tormentbecauseI love her, not despite it.
The trust between us makes my heart swell. It’s not simply her trusting me, I gotta trust her, too. Trust that she’ll submit to me and let herself be truly vulnerable. Trust that she’ll tell me if I go too far.
When I spanked her, there was something different about her disobedience. She wasn’t being a brat for the sake of pissing me off. It seemed as if that defiance was for her, like she needed to let herself go and experience catharsis through the pain.
I turn up the vibrations and Hailey’s hands clench into fists.
“I think I’m close agai—” she starts, cut off by a second orgasm whirling through her.
She tries to squirm away, but I keep the wand on her clit.
“Jax, please! I can’t stand this anymore,” she pleads, tears falling from her eyes. “I’m so—ah—so sensitivedown there.”
“I thought Daddy’s little slut could handle more than two orgasms. Tough luck for you cause you don’t get a say in the matter, Sugar. Your pussy is mine and I’m gonna torture that kitty as long as I damn well please. You’ll come as often as I make you.”
I slide two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Her inner walls squeeze, hungrily sucking me in as I massage over her g-spot.
Hailey cries out, confusion in her gaze. “W-what are you doing to me? This feels weird, but also good? The pressure?—”
I twist my fingers, rubbing harder, and her pussy convulses. My dick twitches. I love how she responds to my touch, so reactive, so easy to read, so loud.
“Seriously! You have to stop!” she says between hectic breaths.
