I have no idea why I thought this was so erotic, so adrenaline-charged, so sensual, but it was. Paxton held very still for a second. Not even a breath. I laid there over his lap, and waited with an overactive clit and a pounding heart.
One finger moved up the back of my leg, stopping at the string between my legs. He tugged a little, pressing the line of lace into the pucker in my ass. That’s when I heard his breathing. Slow and concentrated.
“You can’t do this, Gabriella. You can’t change the rules. This is the way it is. The way it’s always been. It has to be this way,” he explained while his warm hand rubbed my ass. I didn’t answer, and it wasn’t because I was afraid of him. I wasn’t. Even when I tried to be, I wasn’t. Not really. Not anymore. I wasn’t afraid of him hurting me. Not physically anyway.
My entire body reacted with a jerk when the first contact of his hand met my right ass cheek. Paxton rubbed the pain away only to do it again. The same stiff jerk with a faint whimper that time. My eyes shut tightly and I gripped the soft, white duvet cover in two fists clamped closed.
My breath caught after the third blow. I thought he was done, that the spanking was finished after three cracks. Paxton slid my panties over my hips, taking his time with the string in the crack of my ass. Just when I was ready to let out the same held breath, his fingers slid between my legs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. Intoxicating sensations flooded my entire being.
“Jesus. Why are you so wet?”
“Because you make me that way.”
“Shh,” he chided with an unexpected blow to my left ass cheek. I moaned that time. One finger, slipping in and out of me, mixed with the sudden assault, only intensified my emotions. I was a raging slut. No doubt about it. I wanted any and everything Paxton Pierce would give me. I’d take it all.
And I did. Seven seemed to be the magic number. Once Paxton had rubbed the pain away, he ordered me to move.
“Get on your knees,” he said in a sultry, low tone. I recognized it right away. Paxton fought a losing battle and I knew it.
I obeyed on my terms. With my panties around my calves, I obliged. I turned and got on my knees, ass in the air, staring right at him.
“Not on the bed. Get on your knees on the floor.”
“No, get on your knees behind me,” I countered.
“God dammit, Gabriella. Stop.”
“Get behind me, Paxton,” I coaxed with a finger gliding through my wet slit. I felt the bed rock when his knees moved behind me. And then I moaned. A lot. “Hmm,” I muttered as every inch of him slid inside me. My erotic noises became even louder when he reached around and pinched my throbbing nub between two fingers. “Yes, baby. Right there. Hmm, fuck.”
“Shh. Gabriella,” he warned as his hips stopped.
I didn’t care. I could do the work myself, and I did. I backed into him more, helping myself to his pleasure. All the way in and then out.
Paxton grunted a few incoherent words and a few of ordering me to stop, but he didn’t mean it. Or I didn’t care. One of the two.
“You’re driving me up the fucking wall,” he suddenly stated in serious, defeated tone. Yes!
Paxton grabbed my hips, kneeling in a one-knee stance. His other leg wrapped around my waist, holding me firm against his body. I’m not sure if his hips moved at all. It was more of a grinding sort of thing. His hands directed my ass to rock up and down on his cock. I knew before three seconds were up that I was going to come. I was done for.
“Aahh!” I moaned while my body convulsed wildly. I came to my knees in an upright position, and let my fingers slide through the hair on the back of his neck. My back touched his chest and his arms went around me. One hand cupped my aching sex while the other explored my body, stopping to twist a nipple here and there. I turned and fell to my back, bursting into a post orgasmic cry. My right eyelid dropped in a deadpan wink, inviting him to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t do what I had hoped he would do. I wanted what was in the cabinet. Something wicked and taboo. Paxton dropped his body to mine and slid into me. His tongue thrusting with the rhythm of his hips.
With his hands all over my body, Paxton made love to me. He kissed me, pulled me closer, explored every inch of my body with the tips of his fingers, and made love. That’s exactly what he had done. He knew it, and I knew it. We made love.
At precisely the same moment, Paxton stilled deep inside me, and my body quivered below him. Our moans escaped into a deep kiss, and our bodies exploded together. Mine trembled below his, trying to find still ground. Everything spun around me while erotic endorphins submerged my mind, body, and soul. The devil’s drug. Powerful. Exhilarating. Passionate. Potent. And addicting. Extremely addicting. I was hooked on Paxton.
And just like that. It was gone. Paxton turned his eyes from mine and pulled out of me. “You better get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow,” he said like he hadn’t just felt what I felt. What had just happened between us?
“Yeah, so I hear, Jekyll,” I replied as I sat up, narrowed eyes shooting daggers at his back. I covered myself with the sheet and watched him pull his shorts over his hips.
“I’m not doing this. Goodnight.”
And he was gone.
“Doing what?” I said to the empty room. Although it wasn’t really empty anymore. Now that I knew my room was booby-trapped with cameras, I wasn’t really alone. Looking at the time, I debated reading more of my poems. They calmed me in a weird sort of way. My eyes went to the tablet with a deep breath and I laid down. Apparently, my day was filled with activities, starting at six in the morning. Maybe I would just take it with me and read while my kids did whatever it is they do. Everything. That’s what. Too much.
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“Can we stop now? Please. I have to pee,” Izzy whined from the backseat.
“We’re almost there. Hang on,” my mom said. Her head turned to me, sitting in the passenger seat. Her smile was instantly contagious. I knew what came next before she ever did it. The first couple of beats coming from the speakers was a dead giveaway. She smiled, beaming with joy when the song came on the radio. Free bird. Her song. She sang to the top of her lungs as she drove us right into downtown Chicago.
I hadn’t even realized our surroundings had changed until Izzy tapped me on the shoulder. I climbed over the seats and sat with her, elbows locked, looking straight up. The buildings were tall enough to touch the sky.
“What are we doing here?” Izzy yelled over Lynyrd Skynyrd.
“Why does it smell like that?” I questioned. My scrunched nose looked to Izzy’s crinkled face.
“That, my Clydes, is city air,” she explained. My mom went into great detail about how important it was to take care of the earth. “You know how I am always telling you to take care of your temple? Your body? Our planet should be the same way. People don’t respect their bodies, or their dwellings. It’s the nature of a human to want more, have more, do more. You just can’t get caught up in that, girls. You hear me?”
She was always preaching stuff like that. We may not have understood it at the age of eleven, but we were no doubt used to it.