“Good girl,” he whispers before he stands tall again. “I’m going to keep finger fucking you just the way you like it. I’ll even make you come.” He adds another finger and I groan loudly as the bottle beside my left foot wobbles precariously. “This will be all about your pleasure.” He spanks my ass again with his free hand and a rush of wet heat coats his fingers.
“Jax,” I groan loudly. Damn! How the hell am I going to stop those bottles from falling when he’s doing this?
“Fuck, Luce, your pussy is loving this spanking?” he groans. “But as soon as one of those bottles falls…”
“What?”
“Then your punishment will begin,” he chuckles softly as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy while spanking my ass every few seconds. My walls clench around him as my orgasm builds.
My thighs are trembling. Calves burning. Knees shaking as I try to keep those damn bottles from falling over. My ankles bump them slightly as a rush of heat pulses throughout my entire body and they wobble but they don’t fall.
“You’re doing so well, Angel,” Jax chuckles. “But I’ve barely even started on you yet.”
“Jax,” I groan in frustration as he eases me back down from the crest of my climax before beginning again. When he sweeps the pad of his thumb over my clit, I cry out.
“How you doing there, Angel? Is this too easy for you?” he chuckles.
“No,” I groan.
My entire body trembles now and my legs ache with an exquisite pain as the stretch burns through every muscle in my lower body. I almost want to kick over the damn bottles just to get this over with, but then I won’t get the high that he’s deliberately withholding and I need it. My body needs a release like it needs air. As I feel like I’m unable to take any more, he pulls his fingers out of me and a wet sucking sound fills the room, making my cheeks flush with heat. Is this it? Did I pass?
“So fucking wet,” he hisses as he slides his fingers up to the seam of my ass, coating me with my juices before rubbing the pad of his thumb over my asshole. I realize I haven’t passed—he’s upping the stakes! He edges the tip in slightly and I moan so loudly, I think everyone on this ranch must have heard.
“You like that, Luce?” he groans.
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes in a little deeper and the feeling of fullness makes my walls clench around him. My legs shake violently as he pushes his thumb into my ass while he finger fucks my pussy and rubs on my clit. I close my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and keeping my toes planted firmly in place, but all I can feel is the pleasure rocketing around my body as Jax’s fingers take me to the brink of oblivion over and over again.
“Jax! Please!” I moan and then it happens. My foot spasms and one of the bottles clatters to the floor.
“Oh, Angel,” he laughs softly. He slowly withdraws his fingers and the climax that was just a breath away retreats, fading from an impeding explosion to a flicker of a flame, leaving me feeling like crying in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please, Jax.”
“I know you are, Luce,” he soothes, “but a deal is a deal, right.”
Damn! I’m too tired and dazed to argue that his test was unfair.
The sound of his belt buckle being unfastened sends more shivers skittering around my body and I feel a wave of relief as I wait for the sound of his zipper too, but it doesn’t come. Instead, it’s the sound of the soft leather sliding against his jeans that I hear. Oh, God. I hold my breath as I lie here waiting for this to hurt.
“Jax,” I whimper.
“I got you, Angel,” he reminds me just before the leather cracks down over my ass.
Holy fucking shitballs! It burns, but it sends a current of lightning electricity through my pussy and around my body. I shiver as the aftermath skitters through my nerve endings.
He does it again and I stifle a moan. This is everything I didn’t even know I wanted. It hurts, but in the most incredible, delicious way possible. It is sinful and erotic and… I have no words left.
Jax slides a finger inside me again, coating it in my wet heat. “You still enjoying this?” he chuckles before he spanks my ass again.
“Yes!” I breathe, unable to lie to him. I know this is supposed to be punishment but it feels like my reward.
“Good girl,” he growls as he lands the next blow and I swear I almost pass out.
I have no idea how many times Jax spanks me with his soft leather belt. I lose count after six because I can hardly remember my name let alone what number comes next. When he finally drops the belt to the floor, he stands directly behind me, his strong hands running over my burning skin, generating a whole different kind of pleasure. Then the sound I have been waiting for—his zipper being opened—makes me whimper against the bench.
“This what you need?” he asks as he presses the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Yes, please.”