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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 232 Ripped Abs
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Jax had Scarlett exactly where he wanted her, underneath him. It still wasn't the ideal circumstances that he'd imagined because they weren't going to have sex. Punishing her wouldn't be as enjoyable as sex, but he was still going to have fun with her.
"You're hurting me," she protested.
"No, I'm not," he said. "I've watched you. When you get unexpected pain, you flinch slightly. Not much, but you do flinch. You haven't flinched even when I grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to the bed. I'm straddling your legs, well off your lumbar spine."
"Oh, hell," Scarlett said with a sigh. "I'm in trouble now."
Jax laughed. He slowly stripped off his T-shirt aware that he had her full attention.
He was proud of his body. He worked for it. Scarlett was definitely appreciative. He could tell by the way she was checking him out focusing on his ripped abs. Every lift and crunch was worth it when he saw the look in her eyes.
"Now, you are going to draw on me just like you did when I was asleep. If you refuse, I'll draw all over you. Do I need to be more explicit?"
"Probably better not," she whispered.
It was time to show Scarlett who the boss was in whatever they were doing together. If he judged Scarlett right, this wouldn't be the first battle of wills. It would just be the first in her many losses to him.
"I think you would actually carry out that threat," Scarlett added after studying Jax's face carefully.
"Damned right. I'd enjoy it too."
"It's going to be hard to draw with all the writing you did on yourself."
"Scarlett, I will never forget the look in your eyes when you read the message," Jax chuckled.
"It was genius," she admitted.
"Flattery isn't going to get you out of this."
He opened the plastic eyeshadow container and handed her a make-up brush.
"Truthfully, it would be a lot easier if I could sit up."
"Will I have any more cooperation problems with you if I let you sit up?"
"No."
Jax got up and watched as she used her arms to push herself upright. He helped her adjust the pillows supporting her back before he resumed his position, straddling her legs below her knees to avoid putting strain on them.
"Why are you still sitting on my legs?"
"Get busy painting me or I'll start . . . stripping . . . all your clothes off you so I can draw on you."
Scarlett didn't need to be told twice. She hastily grabbed the make up brush on the bed and took the plastic eyeshadow box from him. Her hands trembled as she began to cover his abs with brown eyeshadow. She was drawing the boat first.
Jax made one miscalculation when he devised this punishmentâthe physical effects it would have on him. It turned out he was also testing his own self-control. He had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning as she touched him.
At least he was pleased with the effect he was having on her. Her face was flushed and her hands hadn't stopped trembling. She touched him like she'd never touched a man before kind of shy and gentle like she was exploring him.
"That isn't a very good boat," Jax said looking down at his stomach.
"I can't draw very well and it was easier when you were asleep."
"Not as much fun for me," he said with a smile.
"More fun for me though," she whispered.
Jax laughed.
"You need to do the water and then one flower."
"Will I be done then?"
"With the drawing portion of the punishment."
"There's another portion?"
"Yeah."
Scarlett frowned, but kept silent as she applied the blue eyeshadow to his abs taking care to get it in the little ripples in his hard sculpted abs. She hastily drew a quick flower with the pink eyeshadow.
"Done," she said.
"You didn't do the outline."
Scarlett's lips tightened. She picked up the black kohl crayon and outlined the boat and the flower.
"How's that?"
"I should make you start all over. It's a pretty bad effort."
"That isn't fair. It was hard to draw with you awake and watching me. The writing also was distracting."
Jax looked down at the art on his stomach. He shook his head. It was a very poor art job.
"I'll take pity on you because you really are terrible at art," Jax said. "Get up and come into the bathroom with me."
"Why?" Scarlett asked with a mix of dread and fear in her voice.
"You need to clean me up. I'm taking pity on you by letting you use soap and a wash cloth."
"That's pity?"
"I could make you do it while I'm naked in the shower," Jax suggested. "If you would prefer that . . ."
"Wash cloth and soap," Scarlett said quickly. "No more complaints from me."
Jax chuckled. He loved having the upper hand with the beautiful and mischievous Scarlett.
She followed him into the bathroom, took a washcloth from the rack of towels on the wall above the toilet and began to lather it with the little rectangle hotel soap.
"Don't you want to know how I discovered your art work?"
Scarlett kept her eyes on the soap and running water to build a soapy lather. She shook her head.
"I found out at work. In front of all the guys. There was quite a discussion on art. Who knew bikers knew so much about art?"
Scarlett bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Is the water temperature OK," she asked sweetly as she began to clean off her artwork and the words he'd written.
"It's perfect."
Scarlett carefully cleaned off Jax's abs being careful not to look up at him as she worked.
"Is that OK?" she asked after she'd cleaned him up.
"Dry me now," he commanded.
Scarlett took a towel from the rack and dried Jax.
"All done," she said. They returned to the bedroom.
"Now, are you going to behave?"
"I wouldn't count on it," she said with mock sadness. "I have impulse control issues."
"I'll see what I can do to help you with that. There's a bonus punishment."
Jax grinned at the look of outrage on her face.
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Next Up: Bonus Punishment
Also: Try one of my other stories 52 Shade of Jax under MVeneer. It's light and fun and there's even a chapter with bondage and a naked Jax tied to a bed and it doesn't go the way anyone imagines. The version of Tara in this story is more like Scarlett and not like TV Tara not that there was anything wrong with TV Tara.