Page 50 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Jax
Would love to see you try, Sugar. I’m taller and stronger than you. If you come at me, you’ll be tied up and lying across my lap with a tanned hide faster than you can say brat.
With tears in my eyes and a fucking jumbo jet in my ass, I run across the road. My hands shake so badly I drop the car fob when I take it out of my bag, but finally, I hop into the driver’s seat and slam the door shut.
Jax isn’t here and he can’t stop me from giving myself what I need. So why am I still playing along?
I take a picture of my middle finger in front of the windshield and send it to him.
Me
I’m in the car and I didn’t finish. Now hold up your part of the deal!
Jax
You’re allowed to come, but on one condition: You gotta say my name when you orgasm. I want video proof, of course.
I howl in frustration as I batter the steering wheel. Stupid, sexy, smug bastard! Endless curses leave my lips while I clip the phone into the suction holder and start recording.
I flip up my skirt, crouch on the seat, and press three fingers into my cunt. My mouth falls open with a moan. God, the stretch feels extra good with the plug in my ass.
“You want me to say your name while I come? Then you’ll have your stupid wish!” I say to the camera.
I fuck myself faster, letting out the noises I held back in the bus station bathroom. At this point, I don’t care if people outside can hear me or see the car rock. All I can think about is relief. And rage.
“You’re a dead… dead man walking, Jax…” I groan and push the base of my palm against my clit. “If you ever show your face around me, I’ll stab you, you sadistic piece of shit!”
The pressure within me builds and the pleasure in my core takes on a sharp, painful edge.
“You see these fingers in my pussy? Take a good, long look because they’ll be around your throat when I kill you, Jax!”
The most intense orgasm of my life rips through me and I sink deeper into the seat, drowning in waves of ecstasy. When I come to my senses, it’s like someone plucked all the bones from my body and—Oh God, the toy is still vibrating.
Too much! Too much!Abort mission!
I shiver as I remove the plug from my ass, find the off switch, and drop it on the passenger seat. It’s strange to be without it now. So empty.
For good measure, I give the camera the middle finger again. “Hope you liked hearing your name from my lips, dipshit. Here’s one more for free: fuck you, Jackson!” I shout and end the recording.
I still send it, though. That was the deal, after all.
I’m mad at him right now, but I know that’ll fade. Mostly because this was the most exciting experience I’ve ever had. I’m hooked on the thrill. And as much as it frustrated and terrified me, now I’m sure that Jax is the kind of man I’ve been looking for.
Somebody to push my boundaries without disrespecting me.
A notification lights up my phone.
Jax
I love seeing you mad with lust and wild with need, my name falling from your lips while you come. What do you say because I allowed you to have an orgasm?
Me
Thank you, Daddy.
Jax
You’re a quick learner. We’re gonna make a proper submissive out of you yet, my little brat.
