I feel his warm hands on my knees as he starts to work my jeans and panties off over my calves, pulling them down and tugging them off along with my socks and sneakers until I am completely naked from the waist down.
My heart hammers in my chest as I lie with my face pressed against the cool wooden bench and wait for whatever it is he has planned next. Surely it has to involve him fucking me? Oh God, I hope so.
He slides a finger into my hot entrance and my cheeks flush with shame as the wet sound of my arousal is clearly audible in the quiet barn.
“You’re soaking, Lucia,” he groans softly.
“Jax,” I whimper as he adds a second finger and rubs at a spot deep inside.
He chuckles softly before he stops and pulls his fingers out of me.
“I have a challenge for you, Boss,” he says and my cheeks flame with heat as he taunts me with my earlier words. He nudges my legs wider apart with his knees. “If you can pass my test then I won’t punish my little brat. Do you accept?”
“Yes.” Of course I do. I’m not a brat and I will pass any test he can think of, not that punishment doesn’t sound fun too.
“Good. Spread those legs as wide as you can for me.”
I shuffle my feet along the wooden floor and stretch my thighs as wide as they’ll go.
“Come on. You can do better than that, Angel,” he growls.
“I can’t,” I protest. Not without being uncomfortable anyway.
“Hmm?” He gently taps each of my ankles with his foot and I edge wider until I’m standing on my tiptoes. “Told you so.”
My thighs tremble as my limbs are stretched to their limits and I wonder if he’s going to tie my legs too, because I’m not sure how long I can hold this position if he doesn’t.
“I wish you could see yourself like this,” he hisses as he runs his hands over my ass and pussy. “So fucking beautiful.” He spanks me again harder this time and my thigh muscles clench instinctively.
Damn! My muscles are already trembling with the effort of holding myself up on my tiptoes.
“Jax,” I gasp.
He chuckles softly as his hands rub over my skin again before he slides a finger through my slick pussy lips and up the seam of my ass. “You ever been fucked here, Angel?”
“No,” I whimper.
“Damn, Luce,” he groans.
Then his hands are gone and I watch as he takes the two beer bottles from the bench. My racing heart goes into overdrive. What the hell is he going to do with them? I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes. Nobody would even hear me scream out here, would they? What the hell was I thinking, letting him tie me up?
Get a grip, Lucia! This is Jax.I breathe deeply, inhaling and exhaling to the count of four until my heart stops hammering. I trust him completely.
I strain to look behind me but I can’t see what he’s doing now.
The next thing I feel is one of his hands running over my ass again before it glides down my thigh and over my calf as he crouches down behind me. I hear the soft clink of glass against wood as he places one of the bottles on the floor next to the inside of my right ankle, so close that the cool glass rests against my skin. Then he does the same with the second bottle so that it sits against my other foot before he stands again and leans over me, his hard cock pressing against the seam of my ass through his jeans, his hot breath on my ear.
“Those bottles better not fall over, Angel,” he growls. “Because as soon as they hit the floor…”
“But…” It’s impossible. They’re so light and I have no doubt he’s about to make my legs shake violently. The thought of how he’s going to do it makes wet heat slick my pussy.
“But what, Angel?”
“Nothing,” I breathe. I’m going to pass his damn test if it kills me.
“Out there you might be the heir to the Montoya empire, Lucia, but don’t forget that you still belong to me. This”—he slides his hand between my thighs and palms my pussy—“belongs to me. Your body is mine, Angel, and I will use it whatever way I choose. Understand?” He slides one finger inside me and my knees almost buckle.
“Yes, Jax,” I whimper.