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Sage
I was having so much fun. The drive, the conversation, the campfire, the food we cooked ourselves, the look in Jax' eyes while he explained the little game we'd be playing. I was having the time of my life out there in the forest of Big Bear.
For how hard I fought to become independent from my father, and to do things on my own, I sure was enjoying letting Jax have all the control of my body. It was like an adrenalin rush to relinquish control to someone else. And I could trust Jax. I felt it as deeply as I felt that campfire warming my skin, and I trusted my intuition. My nose hadn't tingled once.
Not knowing what he'd do next, or how my body would respond was intoxicating. I was playing for spankings, something I'd never experienced outside of that erotic novel turned movie a friend of mine had dragged me too last year. I should feel degraded, according to polite society, but frankly, it was the opposite. I could see Jax' devotion in his eyes, feel it in the way his hands touched my skin. He was rough with me, which I loved, but he was also always careful to make sure it didn't go too far. And as long as he didn't cross the line into pain, I was good.
"I was ready the day I met you, lifeguard." The line was cheesy, but damn true. Besides, I wanted Jax a little wild, a little frenzied when he touched me. This wasn't a one-sided game. If he was going to try to drive me crazy, I'd do my best to return the favor.
He barked out a laugh. "I was ready to spank you the first day I saw you too."
Then pillow talk time was over, his body leaving mine as he sat back on his haunches. He placed his hands on my ankles, straightening my legs out and widening them on the blanket. I had the sudden urge to cover myself from his gaze, but caught myself, realizing how quickly the spankings would add up if I couldn't stay still in the first thirty seconds of this game. Besides, what could he really see since it was dark outside?
His finger trailed up and down my leg slowly, no other part of his body touching me. Without his warmth, I could feel the cold air on my skin, but felt like I was on fire anyway, too caught up in what we were doing to worry about a little thing like freezing temps.
A light flared to life in the tent, my eyes closing quickly against the glare, but not before I saw his arm up by the top of the tent. I'd forgotten there was a little portable lamp hanging there.
"I want to see every inch of that gorgeous body. Every goose bump I cause. Every mark I make on your skin." That velvety voice of his was saying all the right things to make me squirm, a desperate move to get closer, find friction, and put an early end to this drawn out suspension of pleasure.
I moaned, finding a sense of release through my voice that I couldn't find with my body.
Jax shuffled back, directing his attention to my left foot. He kissed the arch, then the top of my big toe, the ankle bone, the top of my foot. The scrape of his cheek tickled to no end but I was determined not to lose. I was competitive when it came to things I cared about and this definitely fit that description.
He moved to my other foot, repeating his kisses, but adding a firm swipe of his thumb in my arch, eliciting another moan from me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down, not realizing that closing my eyes just heightened my other senses, namely touch. And with this new superpower, I felt his beard scrape up the length of my leg, ending with this hot breath on the center of me, the part that wanted him the most.
Of course, that would have been too easy, so he left the area, deciding to focus on my knees, which were surprisingly ticklish. Giggling and breathing hard, I felt him straddle my waist, his hands trailing up my arms above my head. He leaned forward to reach my hands.
Something hit me in the face lightly, making me pull my head to the side in a reflex.
"Uh oh, that's one spanking." Jax didn't sound at all upset about that.
I popped open my eyes and moved my head back into position, only to almost lose again when I saw that it was his erection that had hit me in the face.
"Jax!"
His only response was a smirk I desperately wanted to wipe off his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him, brain whirling with ways to pay him back. When he reached forward to massage my arms, his cock looming closer yet again, I was ready for him this time. When it hit me, I stuck out my tongue and snagged it, sucking the tip into my mouth before he pulled his hips back with a hiss.
I smiled, smug now that I'd gotten a reaction out of him.
His head lowered and a tug at my nipple turned into a sharp sting that was soothed by his tongue. It was like a straight shot to my gut, turning my desire into a living thing that ached sharply, needing release more than it needed breath. I'd wonder later how tip toeing across the line of pain had heightened my desire when I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that it wouldn't. But he repeated this on the other side, eliciting the same response, proof that I found the torment arousing.
I hissed and moaned, taking big gulps of air and blowing it out slow, trying desperately to remain motionless when all I wanted to do was grab him by the hair and force his head between my legs just to end the ache in my gut.
His lips kissed a wet trail down my stomach before saying hello to each hip bone. His tongue drew a line from my hip downwards, stopping to nip my skin with his teeth. Little bite marks I was sure he'd be pleased with later. He was so close, just a mere inch or two away from where I needed him.
"Jax, please. Please, please, please..." I was begging and didn't care. Every muscle in my body was tense, straining not from movement, but from the excruciating focus of stillness. I stared down at the top of his head, as if I had the power of psychokinesis and could make his head dip low enough. Make that tongue dart out. Make him feast on me.
Instead I got breath, the heat alone enough to make me gasp.
"Do you want to move, Sage?" If I hadn't been breathing so hard, I would have heard that his voice was losing its smoothness. A rasp had surfaced, a sign that he was as affected by everything as I was.
"No!" It burst from me. "No, I wantyouto fucking move!"
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing my mound like the damn tease that he was.
