Page 69 of Right Number, Wrong Man
I can already imagine the headline about my dumb death.
Local woman dies doing what she loves most: Ignoring red flags.
And because nobody reads physical newspapers anymore, the article will be online, which means the greatest horror of all internet horrors: Mean comments. Let’s hope I won’t turn into a ghost with Wi-Fi access, cursed to haunt the comment section making fun of my horny-brained decisions.
Jax lets go of my throat, two fingers softly grasping my chin. Unlike before, his caress is tender and the mood shifts. Confusion bleeds through me.
“Do you want me to stop? If you tell me to fuck off, I’ll uncuff you and leave,” he says and the voice changer can’t hide the concern lacing his tone.
My gut feeling tells me he means every word.
This man isn’t here to rape or kill me. He isn’t here to harm me. I’m handcuffed and on my knees before him, but I hold all the power.
If I end this game, I’ll be free.
But if I choose to submit, I’ll live out my wildest dream with my masked Dom.
“Don’t go, Jax.”
A dark noise of approval vibrates in his chest. “If you change your mind or you’ve had enough, sayglitterbomb. That’s your safeword.”
I snort. “Why the hell did you choose glitterbomb?”
“Because it’s like you. Explosive, beautiful, and impossible to ignore. And glitter sticks to everything—like the thought of you always circlin’ in my head, even if I try to shake it off.”
I flush. How did he make that unhinged explanation sound like a compliment?
“But I don’t want a safeword. That’s not part of my fantasy,” I protest.
“Tonight, I’m not just a dangerous man, Sugar. I’m your worst nightmares and your dirtiest fantasies personified. I’m gonna fuck you like I wanna kill you, so you better accept the damn safeword.”
My belly flutters with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Fine.”
“Snap your fingers for me,” he says.
“Like that?” I ask, doing as he ordered.
“Yeah. If you can’t say your safeword, click your fingers three times.” His hand slips into my hair and he rips on my roots until it stings. “Nowon’t cut it.Helpwon’t save you. Squirming or begging or fighting back won’t make me stop. Unless you use your safeword, I’ll ravish you mercilessly like the delicious piece of fuckmeat that you are.”
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“Why wouldn’tI be able to say my safeword?” I ask.
“Cause you can’t talk with my cock down your throat. I’m gonna fuck your face and you’ll swallow Daddy’s dick like my obedient little whore.”
Jax tugs off his gloves, putting them in his pocket. He slides his pants and his underwear to his knees, and his length springs free. My eyes bulge, watching him grip the base of his thick shaft.
Holy—
It looked big in his videos, but that was nothing compared to the real thing. He’s shaved, too, and that only makes him look more gigantic.
“How do you even wear pants with that monster between your legs?” I burst out. “Do you shop in the big dick department and buy pants made from ultra-reinforced fabric?”
He lets out a growly laugh. “Need a moment to rethink your choices, Sugar?”
I might needjaw surgery after giving him head or maybe I’ll choke to death on that thing. But is that going tostop me? No. The slut inside me is stronger than my survival instincts. Darwin would hate me.
