{{ ️ WARNING ️ This chapter contains elements of BDSM that some could find triggering or uncomfortable. This is STRICTLY a smut chapter so if you'd feel uncomfortable or triggered by reading it, you can skip it. You won't miss anything important plot-wise if you choose not to read it.
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*Andrea*
- 20 minutes later-
Time had never seemed to pass so slowly. Waiting for Jax to sort out Abel seemed to take an eternity, and I wondered if he deliberately delayed his actions to prolong the suspense. My thoughts wandered due to the added time alone, and then as I glanced around the bedroom, it became clear to me how much this place didn't feel like home to me. I had assumed once we started creating new routines and memories here, it would feel more like my home, our home over time, but that didn't happen. Because Wendy's ghost still lingered in every inch of this house, even though she isn't dead.
Jax entered the room, only to come to a halt one step into the door when he noticed I was leaning against the bathroom doorway wearing one of his flannel shirts I had buttoned up so it merely covered my cleavage and concealed the lingerie I hoped to surprise him with.
And he didn't seem pleased with my surprise appearance if the scowl on his face was any indication.
He crossed the room with his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, stopping about a foot in front of me where he crossed his arms over his chest, diverting my gaze from his face down to his muscular biceps. "I gave you two instructions, two very simple instructions, and you couldn't even follow them?" He asked me, his voice full of condescension, and my gaze slid from his biceps, to meet his darkened blue eyes.
I sidestepped to the foot of our bed and threw him a smirk before batting my hand at him. "What are you talking about?" I shrugged, figuring it'd be a clever way to rile him up and maybe also get a good fuck from him before heading out for the day.
A devious laugh erupted from deep within his chest as he shook his head, and his expression darkened as he pointed his finger at me. "I told you I wanted you naked on the bed."
"Did you?" I suck on my bottom lip with a bat of my lashes, before spreading my legs apart and transferring my weight to one side in a sexy manner. "I guess I didn't hear you." I casually murmured.
"You obviously heard me seeing as you're in here, and that was the first part of my request, but you're not on the bed, naked." He crossed his arms over his chest, and with a scowl, cocked his head to scrutinize me. "You've clearly changed into a cute little outfit trying to impress me, though." There was something darker about his voice than in previous times, in similar situations, and I'm not sure what to think of it.
Slowly, I trail my hands up my stomach until I reach the first button, and slowly undo it, slowly moving down the shirt. Sucking my stomach in as I approach and undo the final button, and the shirt opens fully. I lazily remove the shirt from my body, drag it down my arms and pull out my hands. Dropping it on the floor, revealing a skimpy semi-transparent lacy black bra and matching panties - the type that is usually seen on strippers. My breasts swelled over the confines of the lacy bra cups, and my nipple rings glistened under the light, bringing extra attention to my tits.
If Jax was pleased with my choice of lingerie, he didn't show it. His face was void of any emotion other than indifference and a hint of displeasure.
"Come on," I whined, stomping my foot like a petulant toddler, and resting a hand on my jutting hip. "You don't like it?" I ask cupping my boobs and squeezing them before pinching my nipples.
"Oh, it's a cute gesture," he replied with a shrug, "but it's not what I wanted, and I know you're fully aware of that fact." He slowly ambled up to me as an animalist fire gleamed in his eyes, this darkness completely taking over him. His eyes turn a darker blue than I've ever known before as he stepped forwards, forcing me to step back until the backs of my legs bumped into the mattress. "And now, you're gonna find out what happens when you disobey my requests." Something in the way his voice and body language informed me it was more of an order than a request.
"Wh-" My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and the only sound that came out was a choked gasp as Jax grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me against him, forcing my mouth open with his as he let out a feral moan. My back arched involuntarily as his rough hands cupped both of my covered breasts, before ripping the thin garment apart, then throwing it across the room. His hands moved down and slipped over the lace, covering my tight, curved bottom, drawing me against his hardness.
The darkness in his eyes was almost enough to send me over the edge then and there. "Get on the bed, now." He demanded as he shoved me back, and I fell on the bed, into the soft, cool fabric of our down comforter, and shivered as heat coursed through every crevice of my body.
"Wh… What are you doing? I-Is this some sort of punishment or something?" I whispered breathlessly as I pushed up on my elbows to watch as he slowly unhooked his belt and pulled it from his pants. My cheeks flushed and my breath caught in my throat again when Jax crawled on the bed like a predator hunting its prey.
Although to some, the look he's giving me would be enough for them to run a thousand miles, I knew whatever was to come he would never hurt me. The look in his eyes might appear like he's about to eat me alive, but with any luck, it's the type of eating that I rather enjoy.
Flashing a sinister smile at me and resting one of his rough hands on my hip, he straddled my legs with his own and sat upright, looking down, his eyes boring into mine. A whimper escaped from my throat, and with a shiver, juices pooled in my panties under Jax's ravenous gaze. "Yes, this is your punishment, baby girl." He responded, his voice so deep and gravelly it sent goosebumps to rise all over my body. "You're going to learn to obey me."
Shocked and surprised at his choice of words, and a little irritated that he was treating me like this, I sat up to be at an equal level with him, wanting to clarify and demand more respect than a damn dog. Just as I got myself level with his chest and was about to place a hand on his shoulder, when Jax reacted quickly but gently and pushed me back into the bed with his upper body, pinning me in with his hands firmly planted on either side of my head. Just like a fucking wild animal. What in the actual fuck has taken over my Jax? And who is the beast that has taken over him?
Completely done with whatever he wanted to do to me, I said, "Hold the fuck up, Jackson," and try as I might. I was unable to get out from the position he currently had me pinned in. I began wiggling around and pushing at his shoulders and chest until it seemed like he was going to relent, but of course, he had alternative plans. Instead of completely sitting up to give me some space, Jax sat slightly, far enough to where he didn't need to use his hands to support his weight, yet still close enough where his face was only mere inches from mine.
Glaring up at him, I place my hands against his chest, "I'm not a fucking dog that needs to obey its master, Jax, so stop treating me like one," and lightly shove him to emphasize my irritation. It seemed a pointless action, as he didn't move at all, before removing my hands from his body to cover my bare chest. "I'm a fucking person." I reminded him, feeling like he had somehow forgotten that since coming to meet me in the bedroom.
Jax's face still held the same fierce, serious expression as before, but now his eyes shined with amusement, and lips lifted in his signature smirk that pissed me off more. Being the asshole he is, he enjoyed my complaints and almost childlike temper tantrum. Was he wanting me to smack him? Because I can make that happen. Just as I was about to get into position to follow through on my mental threat, Jax leaned back down and began peppering my face with soft kisses. The gesture caused my mind to go blank and my body to instantly relax back into the mattress. All thoughts of slapping him completely erased from my brain, and instead, my whole body nearly turned to mush at the sweet gesture.
My eyes closed gently as he brought his hand to my jaw, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb, and my anger subsided as I leaned into his touch. Goosebumps appeared as his hand moved further down and rested around the bottom of my jaw, close to my neck, as he began to stroke his thumb over my bottom lip. His grip slightly tightened in a choking manner, which made my eyes open, silently questioning him, but in confusion, not fear.
With a click of his tongue, followed by a sly smirk, his face inched closer to mine until I could feel his breath on my lips. "No, you're not a dog," he said in a soft, almost condescending tone as he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it. His eyes once again darkened. "But, you are mine, and that means you're gonna obey every instruction as I give them to you, the moment I give them to you."
Anger and arousal churned together in the pit of my stomach, battling to both be the superior emotion and let free. He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, before easing it into my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to push him off and show him exactly who the fuck was in charge, but I didn't. I simply bit his thumb as my body and mind - soon, myself - betrayed me like they wanted to be punished.
"Hey," with a low sexy growl, Jax roughly gripped my hip with his free hand, no doubt leaving fingertip marks, "no biting." He sternly warned in such a raspy tone that had sent more juices pooling from me again. I felt it on the inside of my thighs, my panties no longer able to contain the sheer amount of arousal Jax was creating. Horny and needy, those were the only feelings flooding my body as I lifted my hands to thread them through his hair. I tugged with such a force knowing that he liked it, but not receiving the usual grunt or moan in response.
"Fuck me," I begged in desperation as he slid his hand from my jaw down to my breast, pinching the aroused nipple between his fingers. I moved my hands from his hair and dragged them down his chest to the hem of his shirt and tugged at it.
Maybe if I could just get his clothes off him, our naked bodies coming together, me rubbing up on him would be enough to push him over the edge, and he would no longer resist not fucking me.
But Jax didn't make a move to let me remove his shirt. He did however pull back long enough to grab my hands with his and pin them above me on the bed. "No. I don't think so, it's gonna be awhile before I sink my cock into you," he whispered, his lips barely brushing against my own, a whimper escaping me at the mere mention of him getting inside me. "So you better do as you're told, or it's gonna be even longer, understand?"
Not trusting my voice in the slightest, there was already a disappointed frown on my lips. All I could manage to do was nod in response.
Pulling his head back, with a cheeky grin, Jax cocked his head to the side. "Ah, come on, use your words like a big girl," he crooned out condescendingly.
Leaning up as far as possible, I glowered at him, muttering: "I'll try." Not only not wanting to give him the total satisfaction of completely agreeing with him, but also to ensure that even if I did that, I would follow through with it.
Arching a brow and flashing me the Teller grin, he leaned down, placing his lips against my ear, quickly running his tongue up the outside edge, "For your sake, you better try hard,"
"Hard like your cock?" I crooned as I tilted my head to the side and licked his jaw before grazing my teeth over the skin, anticipating he would cave in like he always does when I do. But to my horror, he laughed and moved his head.
"My cock might be hard, throbbingly hard, but I can do this with you all day, Andrea." He told me with such calmness that baffled me. "All you have to do is follow the rules, you'll eventually realize that it's up to you if you get it the easy way or not."
Biting my lip, I arch a suggestive brow knowing he would fold. "How about this: If you let me suck that big, hard cock of yours now," with a wink and a shrug, I lick my lips. "I'll follow your rules later."
Somehow, someway, during the fucking night, Jackson Teller gained the patience of a fucking saint because he wasn't caving. Any other fucking day, this man would be putty in my hands, caving to all my normal tricks that drive him insane and fucking me senseless... But not today. Fuck, even licking his neck didn't work, and that ALWAYS works. This man was cool, calm, and collected in a way I'd never seen him before.
Taking both of my wrists in one hand, Jax reached down, retrieving his belt from beside him. "Just how many more spanks are you trying to add?" He questioned, and my eyes went wide at the sight of his belt.
"You're not gonna spank me with that, are you?" I tip my chin to the belt in his grasp, feeling nervous. Talk of spanking and even him using his hand was one thing, but doing it with a belt would be intense and I wasn't sure if I was up for that, at least not today.
With a shake of his head and a chuckle, Jax trails the cold metal loop between my tits. "No, not this time, kitten." He says, lifting my wrists and laying the belt below them, well that's new. He's never called me kitten before, not in the entire time I've known him. If he had asked me about it, I never would have agreed. But somehow, the way it flowed from his sexy mouth just made me hornier for him. "It's for your hands." And bound my wrists tightly together, "Too tight?" He mumbled, placing a finger between the leather and my wrist, I shook my head. "Good," he rasped out with a smirk that sent another wave of heat straight to my core.
"This is fucking sexy." I blurted out in a whimper as I began to squirm, only for him to put a finger to my lips, shushing me.
"We have some rules to discuss, kitten." Jax drawled out as he stood from the bed and towered over me. "Rule number one: You're to be quiet - no talking, no moaning, no screaming… not a single peep unless I allow it or else you'll get spanked Okay?" Not wanting to speak, I simply batted my lashes and nodded my head.
Clicking his tongue in a chastising manner, Jax shook his head as he trailed his fingers down my chest using a feather-like touch. "However, you should always answer my questions verbally if not you get spanked. Understand, kitten?"
"Yes, Jax," I sheepishly answered, feeling my cheeks heat up when he hooked the tips of his middle and index fingers under the elastic of my panties. He knew my back would arch involuntarily to the gesture as it always does.
"Ah, ah, ah," He snapped the elastic against my skin before waving his index finger at me. "No moving, unless I ask you to - that's rule number two. If you do, you get spanked. Oh, and kitten, rule number three is you are not to call me by my name, if you do, you'll get spanked. Understood?"
With a deep shaky intake of breath, I puff out my cheeks with a curt nod, meeting his heated gaze. "What would you like me to call you?"
"Hmm," he rubs his chin in thought, "Anything you'd like to choose is fine other than my name, once you choose that's what it will be, you can't be switching it up."
Cocking my head to the side, I give him a shy smile. "Mr. Teller?"
"That could work," he bobbed his head in approval before turning serious. "On to rule number four - you can't come without permission, you do and you'll get spanked. Rule number fi-"
"What do you mean I can't come without your permission, Mr. Teller?" I exclaimed, cutting him off, defying rule number one. "You know how hard that's going to be? Fuck, one look from you, one-touch, and I cum. You've already made me come three times already,"
"You've just added a spanking since you spoke without permission," he muttered in disapproval. "I'll let the three times you've already came, slide because you weren't aware of the rules, but now that you know, you can't come unless I say you can, otherwise you better hold off, as if your life depends on it or -
"I get it, break the rules, and I'll get spanked." I interrupted with an eye roll, my voice full of snark.
"Oooh, Speaking out of turn, and with all that sass, you have just earned yourself two more spanks… you're up to, let's see, three spankings?" Dismissing me with a wave of his hand, he continued. "As I was saying, failure to contain your orgasm could be a further punishment - maybe no cumming for two days... or however long I see fit. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Teller," I whispered, swallowing my pride, knowing that I had no control whatsoever.
"Alright, on to the final rule number five: Generally whatever I say goes, but if I do anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable and you want to stop, always use the safe word 'Saturn', okay? I'll never get mad if you use the safe word to stop what I'm doing, but I'd be devastated if you push through something you didn't like or something that hurts you just because you think it's something I want. Because the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you. Don't ever do something you're not enjoying. Okay?"
Knowing that he cared about my safety and pleasure so much that he made an explicit rule stating I could safe-word at any point, instantly faded away any uncertainty I felt about the situation. I had never doubted Jax would ever hurt me intentionally, but having such a simple out, something that would stop everything - and his priority would be to right whatever wrongs had occurred - caused an unexplainable feeling of contentment to wash over me. We could try anything, and I held the power to stop it if I wasn't enjoying it.
"Thank you," I whispered as a sob of pleasure threatened its way up my throat.
"Are you okay, kitten?"
My voice was deeper than normal when I responded. "Yes, I'm okay, Mr. Teller."
Nodding, he crawled over me, straddling my legs again. "Is there anything you don't understand? Do you have any questions?"
"One, do I need to sign a contract?" I joked, prepared and willing to submit to him and be his little bitch, "Fuck, and two; can we start now, please, Mr. Teller." I pleaded, throwing my head back into the pillow with a soft giggle.
"No, kitten, no contract, unless that's something you want." He answered with a smirk before turning dead serious, leaning down hovering his lips over mine, tempting me. "We can start, just tell me the rules and the safe word."
Flicking my tongue out to trail it over his bottom lip, only for him to smirk followed with a scowl. "Sorry, okay: always be quiet, no moving, no coming, no using your real name unless stated otherwise. Failure to follow the rules, I will be spanked. And the safe word is Saturn."
"Good girl, kitten," He muttered as he removed all the rings from his fingers and laid them on the side table before crawling back down to the foot of the bed. All while guiding his long fingers down my stomach to slide his hand over the smooth skin of one curved hip before his other hand followed. Both hands over my hips, he tore the lace away, so there was nothing between us now, but his own clothing.
Jax's hands traveled up my body resting on my tits where he flicked my hard, piqued nipples. The touch of his warm, coarse hands on my bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to my core that made it ache. A small whimper escaped me, and my eyes shot to him, knowing I broke a rule.
Fuck, this is going to be hard.
"Kitten, I'm ashamed." He chastised as his left hand drove into my hair, grabbed a fistful of it, before crushing his mouth to mine in a feverish kiss as his hardness pressed into my leg. With his right hand back on my hip and slipping between my thighs, Jax spread my legs wide with little effort, and my hips lifted on their own accord to his touch. His fingers sifted between my legs, touching the delicate, aching flesh of my naked core, immediately plunging his index and middle finger deep inside me, sending me to cry out in a half-sob of pleasure.
Moving his mouth to the nape of my neck, and trailing his left hand down to my breast, he clicked his tongue. "Ohh, you might want to be careful, kitten, you don't want to break a rule this fast, do you?" He muttered, pulling his fingers out slowly, before indulgently and tortuously easing them back in, where he released a groan of his own and gradually picked up the pace with his fingers as his thumb tortured my bundle of nerves in lazy circles.
Jax caressed my naked body, sending me yearning for the completion his blue eyes promised. I melted further into the mattress as he trailed his marvelous tongue down my chest, moving down more to my heated core. Slowly and torturously, he ran his tongue down my slit, sucking on my bundle of nerves, then gently nipping it with his teeth, before retracting his fingers from my pussy. He dipped his tongue in shortly after, lapping up my juices in aggressive circular motions, while his other hand tortured my nipple, pinching it and pulling on my piercing.
A huge groan tore out from deep inside my chest as pleasure surged through me, throwing me into a place full of light and sound, leaving me gasping and fighting the urge to keep from releasing against his mouth as it began to peak. My breathing began to quicken, and my body began to shake. I thought for sure I was going to explode until he removed his mouth and hands from me.
Straightening up, he jutted a finger and glared down at me, while a weak moan of disappointment left me. "Don't even think about it, kitten, I just started and I'm nowhere near done eating your pussy yet, if you break that rule, you won't come for a fucking week." He warned dangerously as he lay between my legs, his face hovering over my sweetness as he looked up at me through his lashes. "I'll let you know when you can." And continued pleasuring me.
For several minutes, Jax continued to bombard my senses. I knew he was determined to elicit sounds from me. He wanted me to break the rules as he utilized his mouth, tongue, and hands. Needless to say, he knew exactly which techniques to use on me and succeeded in his efforts to cloud my thoughts, forcing me to break damn near every rule except one. I held onto my release like my life depended on it.
Finally, he removed his mouth and hands from me again to prop himself up on his elbows to peer up at me as I opened my eyes to meet his. "What do you want, kitten?" He whispered, a shiver shot through my body as I felt his warm breath hit my nerves.
"I want to cum. Please let me come, this is absolute torture, Mr. Teller," I begged through a sob as hot tears sprang from my eyes and trailed down my cheeks, my body twitching from the orgasm denial and being kept so close to falling into the abyss for so long.
Standing from the bed, Jax removed all his clothes before crawling up to me. His knees pressed firmly into the mattress between my legs, he reached up and undid the belt from my wrists. "Alright, kitten, hold on tight." He mumbled seductively as he placed my legs up, over his shoulders. "You okay?"
"Y-Yes," I whimper, wrapping my arms firmly around his hips as he lined his throbbing cock up with my slick, dripping entrance, before gripping my throat with his hand, squeezing gently.
"I want you to break EVERY rule now, just no screaming…" He whispered, tilting his head back, silently saying not to wake the baby.
Nodding my head, I lick my lips knowing I could use his name now, "please, Jax, fuck me,"
Removing my right hand from his midsection, Jax placed it over my pussy, pressing two of my fingers with his against my clit. "Before I put my cock in you, I want you to pleasure yourself."
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I maintained eye contact as I began circling my clit with my fingers, pinching and flicking until my release slammed through me. A growl escaped him as he plunged deep inside me, leaving me shaking and sobbing his name as he kissed the tears of euphoria from my cheeks.
Overcome with pleasure, my walls clenched around him as his hard, deep, quick thrusts halted, and he quivered as if he was fighting against his release. But after a moment, he began to move again, his member plunging deeper and harder with the familiar animalistic gleam in his eyes as my wet heat clenched around him with each thrust. Jax's member went even deeper, slamming into my g-spot violently.
The constant thrusting and his massive size made it hard for me to maintain control over my body as it shivered with pleasure. I came undone with the fire between us, and I know it had the same effect on him as he grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back to crush his mouth to mine. My fingers slid into his hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to deepen the kiss. The sound of moans and skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as we became completely unaware of our surroundings, everything but each other fading away into the background.
"Fuck, kitten, you're so fucking tight," he moaned against my lips as my nails dug into his back as he thrust with so much intensity that the bed cracked.
"Slow… Down… The bed… Ahh, yes, fuck… harder, Mr. Teller," I moaned as his pace quickened to the point the legs of the bed snapped on one side.
Not giving two fucks about the bed, Jax pulled out, only to turn me over, pushing my face down against the mattress and lifting my hips, he slammed into me. Gripping the ends of my hair, he pulled my head back. "You like that, my dirty fucking kitten?"
"Y... yes... Fuck yes." I screamed, "I'm about to… cum." I breathed out as he slammed one last time as our release slammed through us, and we climaxed together. I don't know about him, but for me, that was the most earth-shattering orgasm I have ever had.
Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, we fell to the broken bed in a heap of laughter. Me on my stomach, and Jax laying on his side next to me. "Oh my god, that was so good, babe," I mumbled into my pillow.
Jax chuckled, slapping my ass. "We need a new bed, one that can take me fucking you into oblivion." Not having yet caught my breath, I nodded and lay my head on his arm. "Wanna hop in the shower with me?" He asked, trailing his fingers across my skin.
"Yes," I mumbled, rolling onto my back as he stood from the bed and lifted me in his arms, carrying me in the bathroom bridal style.
After our shower, and another earth-shattering orgasm yet again, we ambled into the bedroom as Abel began to cry from his room. "And a soundproof room." He added before retrieving a pair of boxers from his dresser and throwing them on.
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