Page 6 of Jax

There it is. Proof that he knows everything I’m doing. “Nothing,” I assure him. He pinches my sensitive flesh, and my heart rate picks up. We’re veering toward punishment territory, and Psycho is the champ at coming up with ways to degrade me, making me retreat further inside. He gets off on the power.

“You must have done something,” he urges, finally releasing his hold of the controller and using both his hands to cup my breasts. He puts them on display for Tiron who can’t take his eyes off them. He knows better than to do anything without being told, so instead, he sits there with his chest heaving and a tent popping out of his pants.

Revulsion slithers through me. Despite the fact that my nipples are still erect and Psycho’s soft touch helps them stay there, I want to hurl. “He hates me,” I explain, like I’ve said every time we talk about this. “That’s enough of a reason to refuse anything I give him.”

Psycho shakes his head. “Do we need a lesson in seduction? I think we do. What do you think, Tiron?”

Tiron nods eagerly, and my stomach drops. On occasion, Psycho brings others into our sexual encounters as punishment. No one else knows how I feel about it but him. After we were together for a little while, he asked me if I wanted a threesome, and I told him no. He made me anyway, and that’s when things started to turn for us. He held me in place while some guy fucked me from behind as he attempted to choke me with his cock.

That guy didn’t last long. He started to get too friendly without Psycho there and ended up dead in an alley a few weeks later.

“What do you want her to do, Tiron?” Psycho prods as I curl my fingernails into my pants to give me something else to focus on.

Tiron peers from Psycho to me, expression guarded. He has a right to be suspicious. We all do. Our ringleader flies off the handle with every perceived wrongdoing so we walk a tightrope around him. Tiron must get nothing but encouragement because he says, “Take her bra all the way off. I want to see more of those titties.”

I glare at Psycho. His evil smirk tells me he’s enjoying the fact that I hate this, but he loves even more that I’ll comply anyway, no matter how badly I wish I could tell them both to go fuck themselves. It doesn’t matter that I try to hide everything inside. He knows me too well. He remembers past me who’d let all of her guards down when he saved her, and now he exploits that.

I wait until he nods to reach behind my back and unclasp my bra like Tiron wanted. The pretty, lacy garment he laid out for me this morning—in case I got to the point where I could seduce Jax—falls to the concrete floor. My knees scrape against the barest of rugs as I straighten my posture, trying to take back some of the power by acting unaffected.

“Look at that creamy flesh,” Psycho groans, adjusting his pants. “You definitely did something wrong earlier, Sade.”

There’s no use arguing with him about it, so I keep my mouth shut.

He cocks his head. “You didn’t want to fuck him, am I right? Is that why we ended up back here?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he turns his gaze to Tiron. “What should we have her do next? Take her pants off?”

Tiron’s lust filled gaze never leaves my nipples. I retreat inside my head as I stand on my feet, lowering the zipper on my jeans. On the wall, the faucet leaks a steady drip into the sink. On the other side of that, if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the thumping of pads and animalistic growls emanating from the training room.

“That’s right,” Psycho urges. “Shimmy them down those legs of yours.”

I do as he says, kicking off my shoes and socks in the process until I’m standing there in matching lace panties to the bra that’s on the floor. My lingerie is one of the things Psycho will splurge on when we have the money because he loves to dress me up like his barbie doll and then fuck me like I’m his prostitute.

“Cup that sweet cunt,” Tiron grinds, voice throaty. “Tell me how wet you are.”

Psycho gives his friend a warning glare but eventually nods for me to continue, probably because that’s where he was going anyway.

I move my hand between my legs. There’s nothing sexy or seductive about it but the way they react when I cup my pussy makes me think I’m Marilyn Monroe or something.

Tiron leans back, keeping his hands fisted at his side. Last week, he went too far and started stroking himself ahead of schedule. Psycho kicked him out of the house for a few days, but I guess things are kosher again because here we are. Tiron will know enough not to do that again.

Psycho reaches inside his pants, tugging his waistband down to pull out his dick. If I don’t react, I might get beat, so I lick my lips without feeling. I’ve learned to get by with doing as little as possible.

“Always eager for my cock,” Psycho groans throatily.

We both know that’s not true, but in front of everyone else, we have to put on a show. It’s been ages since his cock has gotten me off. In fact, he’s grooming another girl to replace me if I fuck this venture up for him. It will be hard to fill my shoes. Maybe not in the bedroom department, but in everything else. I’m Psycho’s go-to girl when it comes to cons.

“Tiron, how hard are you right now? I feel like I could cut glass.”

“So fucking hard,” Tiron groans, hands still fisted at his side.

“Let Sade see how much you want her.”

Tiron acts like he’s a dog with a new squeak toy. He pulls out his cock, holding himself there, white knuckling, most likely trying to prevent himself from stroking. Pre-cum drips from the top down his silky head. Honestly, Tiron is more impressive than Psycho, and I think Psycho resents him for it. He takes a quick peek at Tiron’s package and growls. “Take those panties off. Like you mean it,” he warns.

I hook my thumbs around the sides and shimmy them down in a sort of dance that I don’t feel at all. I step out of them until they fall to the ground and then stand there with my hands on my hips, awaiting instructions.

Psycho starts stroking his cock. I think he secretly hates that he can’t get me off anymore but that I still do it for him, and honestly, I haven’t seen the other girl get him off either. He always finishes with me like I’m his trophy.

“I can’t decide if I want your pussy or your lips on my cock.”

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