Page 105 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Clarity strikes like lightning.
That plastic wrap—he’ll tie me up with it.
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HAILEY
“Are you claustrophobic?”Jax asks.
A flicker of panic flares in my chest. “I don’t think so?”
“That doesn’t sound convincing. I’ve been fantasizin’ about wrapping you like a gorgeous little mummy before I have my way with you, but I won’t be disappointed if you don’t wanna do this.”
“No, I want to try it. Please, Daddy.”
“See the scissors on the bed there? If the plastic is too tight, if you’re too hot or if you can’t breathe, say your safeword and I’ll cut you out immediately. I’ll respect yourno, even if it was ayeswhen we started. You’re allowed to change your mind.”
Mike never showed this much concern for me or what I wanted.
“Thanks, Jax.”
He snickers. “Don’t thank me yet. By the end of the night, you’re gonna be a pretty mess beggin’ for my cock.”
Then he methodically encases me in plastic.
Jax starts at my shoulders, coming around to my front. Before he wraps my breasts, he puts cotton balls on mynipples and instructs me to take a deep breath so I’ll get enough air. He goes around and around, pinning my arms at my sides, but he stops at my hips, leaving my pussy and ass exposed.
I wriggle. The wrapping traps heat against my skin and I’m starting to sweat. Oh, that’s why the AC is turned up! I’m grateful for the cool air—even more so when he plugs in the blow dryer and aims it at my body.
The plastic shrinks around me.
It melds to my form, squishing my breasts and forcing my arms tighter against my ribs, making it harder to breathe. I squirm and the plastic lightly pinches my skin, sending a zap of lust between my legs.
I can move my fingers, but I could never free myself. I’m entirely at his mercy.
Jax grabs the scissors. I tense as he cuts holes into the plastic over my nipples, but the cotton balls keep me safe from the blade. This man really thought of everything. I wonder how much planning it took to set up this scene.
He discards the cotton balls, and my nipples peak when the cool air hits them. Groaning, he reaches into the pockets of his jeans, adjusting his hard cock and I smile. I love how much I turn him on just by standing here.
From the bag, Jax takes two nipple clamps with pink heart charms and red crystals. “You wear so much pink and red, I thought you might like ‘em,” he says, a hint of shyness in his tone.
I giggle. It’s like when Colt gave me the pink revolver?—
NO! BAD GIRL! Be present in the moment, Hailey. Be in this super sexy, extremely hot moment.
“They’resocute. I love them,” I say.
Jax’s head tilts and though his voice isn’t his own, I hear the smile in it. “They’re cute but they still got bite, Sugar. Just like you.”
He rolls my left nipple between his fingers before the metal clamp digs into my flesh. I hiss, my brows drawing together, but the ache is like a stream of electricity flowing right to my clit.
“Don’t hold back,” he drawls and when he puts the second clamp on my other nipple, I let go. My toes curl as I cry out.
“Much better, dirty girl. Let me hear you,” he praises.
Though his eyes are hidden behind the mask, I can feel his stare trailing over my skin as he strides around me, admiring his handiwork. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me and my feet leave the floor, my stomach flipping.
I can’t help laughing. It’s like flying.
