“I don’t,” I replied, my voice cracking in the middle with my untruth.
His lips kissed the scorched flesh of my ass and I shuddered with heat. I felt like I was boiling from the inside out. He gripped me with his palm once more, rolling my pulsing bud between his thumb and forefinger, driving me insane with want. My eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered softly, unsure if I could take anymore without internally combusting.
I was a second or two away from coming before he removed his hand and I cried out in frustration. He was teasing me, driving me up a wall and he was fucking good at it and he knew it. My pussy clenched hard and I panted with the exertion of gathering some semblance of control over myself.
The leather kissed my ass once again, whipping me over and over, up and down my cheeks and thighs. Sometimes it bit into my skin, other times it seemed to caress me, stoking my desire more with each passing second.
He’d touch me. Whip me. Touch me again until I was delirious with my need.
My fingers were shaking with it, I could feel it. My thighs quaked. If I wasn’t bound to the bench, I’d probably have fallen to the floor. I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.
I just wanted to be fucked already. My thighs quaked, and my hips were gyrating against the leather beneath me, desperate for the right angle or simple touch that would help me hurtle over the edge into the most needed orgasm of my life.
“You misbehaved, human. You need to be punished,” Jax murmured.
He moved in front of me, handed Aedan the belt and placed his hands on his waistline. I licked my lips. I wanted to see his cock, wanted to see his alien skin. I wanted to taste him. I wanted it all.
I wasn’t disappointed.
He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly.
Huh. Commando then. No underwear to be seen.
Without any sort of ceremony, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving me with a first-hand view of a sizable cock. His dick was rock hard, his mottled merlot-colored skin begging me to touch it. The bulbous head jutted straight in my direction, bobbing a little in the sexiest way imaginable.
I wanted him to fuck me until my voice was hoarse from my pleasure.
I shut my eyes. What was coming over me? Did I really want this?
“Open those pretty blue eyes. Look at the cock that’s going to punish that naughty pussy. Beg me to teach you a lesson, Kira,” Jax murmured and my blood practically leaped right out of my skin. Slowly, I obeyed, too breathless with need to ignore him.
Because as much as I hated it, he was right. I wanted him to fuck me. I shouldn’t, and I hadn’t when they’d dragged me down the hallway by my leash, but now, my body was humming with pleasure and the desire for more. I should be strong and fight back, but I’d never been more turned on and vulnerable in my life.
It was driving me insane.
His cock was huge and quite wide, but I watched as it grew before my eyes. It was almost supernatural, but his length grew by a good few inches, as well as his girth. I shrank back in shock.
“Naughty human slaves are fucked hard,” Jax whispered and I shivered, wondering if it would hurt when he took me.
He grinned, almost as if he could read my thoughts.
He walked around me, until I couldn’t see him anymore and I panted with anticipation. All at once, the hotness of his cock dragged across my wet folds and I moaned at its heat. I arched my back, lifting my hips to make his access easier, but he continued to relentlessly tease me. The friction of his skin was driving me mad.
My screams and moans sounded more and more desperate by the second.
Fuck. I needed to come.
“Please,” I begged.
“I thought you didn’t like this,” he chided quietly, and I keened softly in response.
“I don’t. Please don’t,” I replied.
“I won’t fuck you till you beg me to punish you, little rebel,” Jax replied and I screamed in frustration, the heat of his cock pulsing against my clit, promising me an orgasm if I just gave in and gave him what he wanted.
My fingers gripped the leather beneath me and my thighs clenched around the frame of the bench, tense with the passion threatening to break free. His hips moved back and forth slowly, teasing, not enough to allow me release.
Cruel. I needed to come.