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“Down. On. Your. Knees.”
twenty-nine
Hollis
Jaxlowershissweats,revealing that he’s not wearing any boxers before he kicks them off his feet and kneels down on his knees. Satisfaction bubbles in my blood as I watch this man do exactly as I say.
I don’t know what caused me to decide that I was going to boss him around. But I fell victim to loving the way it feels when I hear him do it to me so I wanted to turn the tables. If only for the sake of taking back control for just an hour or two.
And I can tell that he doesn’t mind one bit as his hard dick stands at attention, he’s on his knees and watching me as I stay put on the bed. I wonder what he’ll think of me if I ask him to crawl.
Will he listen or deny? Will he take me seriously? Can I even takemyselfseriously? I do feel a little out of pocket here, but being in this sexual haze with Jax doesn’t feel anything less than euphoric.
I can tell he’s itching to grab his dick and do something about the lust he’s feeling. His blue eyes display it so vividly for me. I can see the little smattering of hair on his chest that leads down to the base of his dick. I can see the cords in his muscled legs as he holds himself up the way I asked him to.
From here, I can also see every tattoo that caresses his soft skin, he’s got them all over his chest and his arms and I’m surprised to see some going down his thigh and his legs.
But one tattoo in particular catches my attention the most. It’s a crescent moon tangled in some clouds on the back of one of his hands. It makes me tilt my head at him in question of what it could mean. Does it have anything to do with the nicknames he’s called me a few times already?
Whatever. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts as I notice Jax growing impatient from my delay.
“You want me to take my clothes off?” I ask, not really knowing what I’m going to say next or demand him to do. All I know is that I find it really fun to watch him squirm the way he’s made me.
“Yes, I actually do,” he admits, and I can see his dick nod. It’s glistening with his cum, and I start to feel my own pleasure pool heavily between my thighs.
“I’m gonna need you to ask nicely, Jax.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to this ruse. I’m starting to get bored with being the bossy one but I lowkey just want to make him realize that I can easily wear the pants in this relationship.
Relationship.
He rolls his eyes at me. “Please, Hollis. I really need you to take off those fucking clothes of yours.” His way of asking nicely doesn’t sound sweet or sincere and it catches me off guard due to my thoughts running wild with the idea of us being in a real relationship.
His tone is more of a greedy demand and my body quivers at the sound of the rasp in his voice.
“Very well then.” I start to take off my shirt.
I reach for the hem and slowly drag it over my head, making sure to pay extra attention to the way my hands brush across my tits as I do so.
I feel a fire burning deep into my soul as he watches me undress. I love the way he’s looking at me. I love the way he’s just letting me have this moment and I really love it when I see the moment his eyes darken because he can’t take it any longer. He pushes up to stand and rushes toward me.
I toss the shirt and quickly crawl backwards, putting my hand up in front of me to stop him from getting on the bed.
“Not so fast, Jaxon. You were such a good boy just now. What-”
Jaxon doesn’t let me finish before he makes quick work to get on the bed and he pushes me down by my shoulders, I fall flat against the bed.
I feel my boobs bounce and my panties immediately feel wetter.
“I’m done playing this stupid little game, Hollis.” Jax is seething in a lust-drunk kind of way. Like I sold him a case of blue balls and he’s here to collect what he really wants.
His fingers dig into my thighs before he hooks them into the holes of my fish nets and pulls hard. The snapping sound of the tights being ripped off my body sends jolts of electricity stinging me in my spine and I gasp at the way the whole interaction makes me feel.
That was so fucking hot.
He works the button of my jean skirt through its hole and when he gets it’s free, he yanks them down and I lift my ass to help him get them off. Our movements are frantic. Well, his are and I’m just trying to keep up because I don’t want to piss him off.
Jax lays sight on the thin, blue lace thong which is keeping him from seeing how wet he’s made me. He grips my hips and with one swift movement he has me flipped over onto my stomach. He readjusts his grip on my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as he pulls me back and positions me up on my knees so that my ass is in the air and my chest is still flat on the bed.
I don’t expect it when it comes, but the fierce crack of his hand smacking my ass makes me whimper into his bed sheets before he yanks the thong aside and starts his deadly, but insanely delicious, attack on my pussy.
