Chapter 11: Freak the Geek out.
Jax needed a distraction. A damn good one at that. He looked around for something, anything that would take his mind off his gorgeous new girlfriend's banging bod, glistening skin, large plump ass and fuck, the large set of tits he had gotten a good eyeful of was doing all kinds of wonders for his boner. He really fucking wanted to be back in that room, bending her over, gluing their bodies together, digging his fingers into all of her luscious curves. His princess certainly didn't look like a stereotypical, snapable twig; she was all toned muscles and swooping curves.
The brunette dragged his palms down his face before slapping both his cheeks. 'Snap out of it mate.' His room! He hadn't seen his room yet! He swiftly made his way to the adjacent area, opening the door to see his new digs. Letting out a low whistle, Dax let his eyes rake over the dark green walls, black carpet and army bedsheets. It was like this place was made for him.
On the left, but far from the wall, was a beautiful piece of computing technology, clearly built for graphic design or hardcore gaming. It sat on a glass, automated touch-pad table, that seemed to give him access to everything within the room. He picked up the decorative gun-shaped pen, jerking in surprise as a soft hissing noise filled the room, his eyes locked onto an area of the wall that seemed to shift to the side. His eyes widened, mouth dropping as rows upon rows of guns, spy gear and other weapons unfolded from their glass casing. Slowly he put the pen down.
When the walls didn't close back up, he approached the glass cabinet slowly, as if it could all go off any moment. "Holy shit." He whispered, his fingers lovingly sliding down the surface of the newest model of semi-automated rifle, made by Russia. This was fucking goals if he ever saw it. Curiously, his eyes landed on a flashing blue symbol, the same colour as Jinja's eyes.
"Hello Mister Steele." Jax jumped out of his skin.
"Holy fuckin Sheila-" The computerised voice interrupted him mid-freak out.
"My name is CARI, Computerised Arms and Reconnaissance Intelligence." In front of his table, along the wall, a glass sheet dropped down from the roof. 14 screens filled the glass, all linked to every camera in the house. Gaping, Jax slowly made his way towards the screen. "I am here to assist you on any questions you may have in regards to your mission: Protecting Miss Jinja Reece from any Harm. The features of my programming is to search through the internet to answer any and all information you ask, giving you access to any technological area you need, breaching any security necessary, and giving you access to any footage, live or past, that you require."
"Wicked." Dax blinked. In other words, he was one of the most powerful people in the world. Un-fucking-real. "Hey Sweetheart, be straight with me. How much surveillance am I under? I don't mind, just wanna know."
"The only surveillance granted of this room is the screening wall, which will notify you of any impending virtual messages of any needing to converse with you. The virtual messages are only accessed by the Reece Family and the head of security." That translated to, he was left to his own devices. He cocked his head to the side, contemplatively.
"Cari-girl, how much surveillance is in the princess' I mean, Jinja's room?" A satisfied smirk twisted his lips. Hey, his mission was technically to watch out for her, and make sure she wasn't getting into any trouble. It was his job to keep a very attentive eye on his sexy little ginger.
"You have access to the tracking chip implanted in Miss Steele's skin-" Dax's eyes boggled. 'What the fuck?' "-which is accessible through any account linked to your personal security app, created for the sole purpose of your mission. When you took over her protection, the tech team organised for cameras to be installed in every corner of the room, equating to 8 in the bedroom, bathroom and 2 outside her window. The security app controls every aspect of her room, the electrical units, the water units, the sound capacities, internet connection and any communication channel she may access."
"…Does the Princess know that?" Jax would be down-right pissed if he was her, to be honest.
"Her AI, MINA-My Intelligence Network Access- is currently informing her."
"You think you can calculate how angry she'll be?" he joked.
"Her anger is not rising, the shock levels and indignation spiked, however her mood seemed to have changed to curiosity and mischievousness." Dax shook his head, the computer can tell emotional levels. This was some next level shit, seriously. What had he gotten himself into. "Wait… what do you mean by that?"
"I believe the cameras will give you an indicator."
"…Bring up all eyes in her room." Jax almost salivated at the sight of all the bare skin. Sure, the girl had put on something, but it was a skimpy piece of lace panties and bra, and it was practically see through. Jinja was quite happily strutting around her room, seemingly going about her normal routine, looking kinda smug. Jax narrowed his eyes, he knew exactly what her game was. "Cari, babe, can you up the heating in my babydoll's room? Make it swelter."
Jinja's smile was officially non-existent. Dax was playing hardball. Panting slightly, she laid on the cool glass that had transformed her carpeted floor. Splaying out, she took off both articles, feeling too restricted. Her chest heaved, throat dry as she lay on the floor panting in the heat. She didn't even care that she was spread eagle. Dax could look all he wanted, she was way too hot. She moaned in discomfort, as the heat beat down on her, cold shivers twisting her nipples, and making her spread her legs more, too uncomfortable to even move.
Dax grinned as he eyes the pert nipples and well groomed nether lips. He plugged himself into her audio system. "From now on you stay naked princess. You brought this on yourself. I am now enforcing a tight ship. You run everything by me. If you need to walk, you ask my permission, you need to eat, you ask my permission, to go to the toilet, you ask my permission, and when you want to get off? You ask my permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes." Jinja gasped, still over stimulated, eyes hazy and brain fuzzy.
"Good girl. Whatever Bots are in there, take her to the bathroom. Jinja I want you ta touch yourself in there, I know you needa cum, you have my permission. I want you fingering your asshole too, cause someone needs a bit more punishment for that stunt earlier."
He was officially in charge. He would eat, sleep and breathe her, as she would his orders. There would be no escaping, like the other stupid guards. He would make her heel. He was officially throwing the whole 'go-slow' notion out the window, clearly she wasn't going to listen, so he was going to adapt. "Hey Cari, any chance of getting a fleshlight shaped like my babydoll's tight lil' cunt."
"I will order one with the correct dimensions, it will be here by this evening. Shall I keep it on the bedside table for you?"
"Perfect, thanks sweetheart." With that he sauntered into her room, through their joining door, waiting for Jinja to come out again. This time, he was expecting her naked.
"You're welcome Mr. Steele."
When Jinja got out, Dax beckoned her to his lap. Seating the naked girl back to chest, he spread her legs. "I want these spread, whenever I'm in the room." He murmured, fingering the sensitive area lightly, before pressing a finger inside her tight vaginal walls. Slowly he worked her open, his fingers much thicker and longer than her own. "Those guards before, they weren't in the position I am, they couldn't keep you wanting to be around. But I can. Follow my orders, and I can promise you that you will always be rewarded."
Jinja moaned, arching into Dax's appendages, tensing only slightly when his other hand cupped her ass, fingers rimming her lightly. Sticking his fingers in her mouth he coated them liberally with saliva before easing one into the tight ring of muscles. "Don't worry beautiful, I'm gonna fuck every part of your body soon enough, but for now, just content yourself with my fingers, okay?" He smirked, bringing his face down so that he could mouth at her boobs. "Lady sure gave you a nice rack; me and the old man'r both lucky fuckers." He was gonna love it here, he could just tell. The street rat was gonna kill anyone that dared come near his princess, he could promise that.