Page 60 of Traitorous Lies
Desire.
Need.
“You did say I deserved a punishment for manipulating you back at the rescue,” she said, and her voice wasn't scared or anxious, it was sultry and seductive.
Jax groaned. There was nothing more he’d love to do than take Monique to bed and take his time with her, teasing her, punishing her, making love to her. But now wasn't that time. Regardless of whether shewas initiating it, it felt like he’d be taking advantage. It had been a high-stakes day, and she’d been riding an adrenaline high. Could he believe that this was what she really wanted and that she wouldn't regret it in the morning?
As though sensing he wasn't going to give her what she was demanding, Monique sidled up to him, boldly cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing just enough to draw another groan from his lips.
“Unless of course you’d rather be the one to accept a punishment,” she sassed, an amused spark in her eyes along with a heavy dose of desire.
Capturing her wrist, he spun her in one smooth movement until she was pinned against his chest, her back to his front. “Not sure it’s a punishment, princess, when you’re this excited about it.”
Instead of answering him, she wriggled her backside against the ridge in his pants, and he huffed a chuckle. His little princess had no idea what she was getting herself into. She might have a wild streak, and an apparent kink for punishment, but she was so sweet and inexperienced in this kind of sex that he couldn’t wait to blow her mind.
Guiding the hand he held into her pants, he dragged her fingers along her center. “Are you wet for me, princess?”
“Yes,” she said on a moan as he pressed her fingers against her entrance and then swirled them around her bud.
“Are you excited for your punishment?”
“Yes.”
When he pulled her hand free and sucked her fingers into his mouth, she gasped, and looked up at him over her shoulder, her pupils blown, her tongue darting out to swipe along her bottom lip.
Corrupting his sweet princess was going to be fun.
Releasing her, he stepped back, amused when she mewed a protest. She was going to do a whole lot of protesting before she got what she wanted tonight. A whole lot of begging, too.
“Strip and go lie on the bed,” he ordered, and watched as she scurried to do as he commanded.
Only once she was naked and settled on the large bed in the center of the room did he move. Opening the bags of clothes they’d bought, Jax wished they’d been able to stop by his house instead. There he hadeverything he needed to make this punishment perfect, but he was sure he’d be able to improvise.
There was one thing he always traveled with that he was glad he had. Suffering from debilitating cramps in his legs as a kid, he’d gotten accustomed to carrying a deep tissue massager with him. It wouldn't be as good as the collection of vibrators he had at his house for the occasional time he allowed himself to spend a little time with a woman, but it would do the job.
“Last chance to back out, princess,” he warned as he approached the bed, stalking toward his prey and more than ready to teach her a lesson. One he hoped she would never forget, because in the end, nothing was more important to him than her safety.
Although her eyes were wide as she took in the two pairs of socks he had in his hands, she shook her head. “Don’t want to back out.”
“Okay then, but don’t forget this is a punishment,” he reminded her as he took one of her wrists, touching a kiss to the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist before he wrapped the makeshift binding around it and tied it to one of the bedposts. “Do you remember what your punishment is going to be?”
“You won't let me come for an hour.” She said the words, but he could tell she didn't really believe him.
Her mistake.
Hour or not, she was going to be writhing, panting, begging, and crying for an orgasm before he allowed her to come.
“That’s right. Because you were a bad girl, weren't you?” he asked as he repeated the process with her other arm, kissing her wrist before binding it just tight enough to the bedpost.
“Y-yes,” she said, her eyes watching his every move with curiosity that was going to wind up killing the cat.
“What's the most important thing?” Jax asked as he moved to the foot of the bed and trailed a line of kisses along the inside of one of her legs, all the way down to her ankle. When she hadn't answered by the time he had her ankle secured to the bedpost, he smacked his fingers lightly against her bundle of nerves, making her jolt. “Answer me, princess. What's the most important thing?”
“My safety,” she said obediently.
“That’s right. And you’ll remember this punishment the next time you think you can manipulate me, won't you?” he asked as he trailed another line of kisses down her other leg, then tied it firmly to the bedpost, leaving her spreadeagled before him.
“Yes.”
