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I tremble and half reach to straighten the top.
“Leave it.” This Jaxson isn’t the gruff, cold man with rough edges I first met on the yacht. This one is smoother, darker, a Daddy. A Master. He makes my knees shake and my pulse rocket. “I like to look. Such pretty nipples.”
He tugs my thigh with his hand and guides me to his lap as he swallows a mouthful of his drink before handing me the glass.
Every instinct in me says he only wants me to hold it. So I do.
Occasionally he takes it and has a sip, then returns it to me. A few people peel off to dance with young things. There are a few teen boys as well as girls. Their partners do things that make me cringe, and I lower my gaze because there’s nothing I can do to help them.
If I give over to that side of my emotions, I won’t be able to sit here. I’ll lose it.
I can’t let that happen.
Jaxson slides his arm around me, shifting me so I’m against his chest, almost curled into him. He uses his legs to hold me in place, my body facing out to a choice few.
It stops me from looking at the others, the ones I long to help, and it makes me focus on him, on what he’s doing, what he’s going to do.
He’s tuning me like an instrument, one he’s paid a fortune for, one he wants to both coddle and show off.
Jaxson slides a hand down my body as I grasp his condensation-slicked glass. Then he touches me, eliciting a gasp from my lips. He dips his hand low and strokes my pussy, pressing his fingers against the outside of my clit, then along my lips.
Everything in me rushes there, to that exact spot.
The arm holding me slides up along my spine and the back of my neck. His fingers tangle in my hair and I wince. Tiny tingles dance over my prickled skin.
He freezes for about half a second, and even though my eyes are focused on the ground, I can sense a change, like he’s become ice-cold steel.
His lips brush against my ear.
“I’ll kill him for that.”
It’s the dirtiest, hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. And there’s absolute truth in his words. I always sensed that murderous edge to him.
He’s talking about that man who grabbed me and ripped at my hair. The one so damn close to violating me.
It’s wrong, I know, to be turned on by what he just said. But I am. And I don’t know what to do about it. As the hours pass, I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore.
But Jaxson does. His hand drops, slides onto my stomach, fingers spread. He pulls the triangles of the bikini top to the side, exposing me. Even though music plays and conversation continues, eyes are on us. People are waiting, their need to see what happens next thick and heavy in the air.
He bites my lobe. “You’re being a good girl. But for Daddy, I want you to be the best you can be. So don’t come until I tell you to.”
‘Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Because…” He starts to stroke me in long, slow sweeps that whisper hard down along my outer pussy lips as his middle finger curls to hit me right in the center. “…there are punishments and rewards, and only one of those gets you my cock.”
I shudder. “I want your cock.”
The words tumble as I lift my hips to him and he swears softly, nudging the bikini bottoms aside, and then while cupping me with his hand, he pushes two fingers into me.
He works me, all the way in, and then he drags those fingers up against my insides and comes out a little, only to push back in.
I live for each thrust. It’s dirty, nasty magic. I could be spread out, naked, with spotlights on me as people peer in close without a second thought. Because all I care about are the wild, pleasure-soaked sensations he sets off inside of me.
Even the frustration of him controlling his thrusts into me, of keeping away from my clit that aches for his attention is full of pleasure.
There’s something so darkly sweet about him not pushing me up and over the edge, of him just taking me to the brink. He’s punishing me, making me crazy with need, and I will take it in the hopes of whatever reward he will give.
Oh, God… I whimper as he tells me I’m his perfect girl, his good girl, how I’m making him touch me like this, how he can’t help himself.
