Chapter Twelve

Jax

W . Carter Investigations Inc., Bayshore Boulevard, Bayshore Gardens, Tampa, Florida...

"I might have been wrong in what I said earlier," she muttered softly in a voice barely above a whisper, yet it echoed through him like a thunderclap.

"Oh?" He dragged the word out questioningly, a slow, deliberate drawl that hung in the air between them.

Her eyes rose to his, glowing with such intense heat, his swollen shaft jerked in his hand in response. There was a hunger in her gaze, a raw, unbridled need that mirrored his own.

"You've got a really nice cock, Mr. Crowthorne." The words were a husky purr, a sensual confession that sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin.

"Then show me your appreciation for it, Nanja," he said in a low drawl, keeping his voice imbued with the hint of darkness that awakened the submissive inside her. It worked, as within the next heartbeat, she was on her knees in front of him, reaching out to gingerly touch the tip of his tumescence. Her fingers were soft, tentative, yet they sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

"You're so hot, almost scorching to the touch, Master J," she said wonderingly.

"Because of you, my beautiful subbie."

Slowly, she stroked down the length of his shaft with gentle, teasing strokes, following the protruding veins from top to base. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him. His cock twitched when she leaned forward and licked the precum from the slit at the blunt tip. Her tongue was a velvet caress that left him aching for more. Twirling her tongue around the tip, she sensually licked around the girth, her mouth becoming a hot, wet heaven that promised untold pleasures.

"God, that feels good," he growled from deep in his throat.

With her hands folded around the base of his cock, she gently pumped up and down while guiding his cock into her mouth. The sight of her lips stretched wide to accommodate him was almost his undoing. She sucked gently, her tongue a wicked torment as it licked the bottom edge of his cock. He could feel the vibrations of her moans as the subtle hum of her pleasure resonated through him and awakened a primal need to claim her, to mark her as his own.

"Slowly, Nanja. There's no rush to the finish line."

Jax's hands fisted in her hair as she eased her hands under his shirt to stroke over his abs, leaning further onto him, and took him deeper. She pulled back, her lips glistening with a mix of her saliva and his precum. The sight sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over him.

"You're so much more than I ever expected, little one. Fuck, I can't... yes, just like that," he moaned as she caressed his chest, her touch a branding iron that seared his flesh, before sucking him back into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

He noticed her wincing as his hands tightened in her hair when she squeezed his balls, softly caressing him. He didn't relax his hold, rather tightening it as her touch turned to sweet torture. He was teetering on the edge of control as a delicate balance of pleasure and pain flowed through him. With a growl, he started to thrust deeper and deeper as she hollowed her cheeks to create a vacuum every time he pulled back. The sight of his huge cock slipping in and out of her mouth was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He didn't want it to end, yet he could feel his body tightening, his balls pulling up as he tightened the fist in her hair, thrusting hard.

"Ugh... so fucking good," he growled as he pumped deeper.

She frantically shook her head, her eyes pleading with him as she gagged when he pushed down her throat. Tears started rolling down her cheeks from the exertion of not vomiting, yet she didn't pull away. Her submission was a potent aphrodisiac that fueled his desire.

"Easy, little one," he cooed as he pulled back, allowing her time to breathe while his chest heaved with the effort of restraint. Her eyes met his in a silent exchange that conveyed a world of emotion. At that moment, he knew that she was his, just as he was hers, bound together by a primal, unbreakable bond.

"Jesus Christ!" he grunted as his body twerked in the chair when she drew small circles on the sensitive spot of his perineum, soft at first, then pressed down hard. With Herculean effort, he pulled his pulsing length from her mouth. If he didn't, he would be throat fucking her to get off quickly... something he knew she wasn't ready for.

"Holy jumping cows, that shit actually works!" The smile on her face shone with delight at the reaction he couldn't have stayed, even had he tried.

"Fuck," Jax wheezed through clenched teeth as he struggled to keep his raging testosterone under control. "I thought you said you're pure vanilla. That was anything but."

"Oh, I've done a little research since our last meeting," she replied impishly as she flicked out her tongue to lap at the quivering tip of his cock. His hands trembled as he curled his fist in her hair again and yanked her away. If he allowed her to tease him any further, he would lose all control and turn into the wild devil from deep inside that was urging him to fuck her like the beast he was.

"Lemme guess," he grunted, his fist tightening to the point of pain around the clump of hair. "Willow taught you that trick."

Ciska wiggled her eyebrows at him. "She's a very fast learner and very eager to share her newly acquired skills."

However much Jax was delighted in the fact that she had gone to Willow for firsthand training, her continued caressing of his straining cock destroyed the last of his working brain cells.

"Well, congratulations. You're a perfect student, and although I didn't come here to fuck you... you just changed the course of my visit." His voice turned as dark as the Cygnus-X1 black hole in space, a gravitational pull that demanded obedience. "Strip, Nanja. Everything but those fuck-me heels."

Pleasure flooded his body as she quickly complied, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal creamy, smooth skin... inch by inch. She shimmied out of her skirt, letting it pool at her feet with fluid, graceful movements. Her lingerie followed, discarded without a second thought, until she stood before him, gloriously naked. His hungry eyes glowed in response.

"Beautiful... so fucking beautiful," he murmured as his gaze roved over her body like a physical caress. Her breasts were full and heavy, tipped with rosy nipples that begged for his touch. Her waist dipped in, flaring out to generous hips that led to long, toned legs. His eyes lingered on the apex of her thighs, on the neat patch of hair that did little to hide her glistening folds.

His hands followed the same trail as his eyes, slowly tracing the curves and valleys of her body. Starting at her collarbone, his fingers lightly brushed her soft skin, feeling her pulse quicken under his touch. With a feathered caress, he cupped her breasts.

"Made to fit my hands," he murmured as their weight filled his palms perfectly. Her nipples hardened against his fingers as he rolled them gently, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. By the time he reached her hips, she was quivering, and her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You know how I fuck, Nanja, and because of that, I also know you are rather loud when I do, so—"

"I tend to play music very loud when I do deep dive investigations on the web, so my office is soundproof," she interjected, her voice breathy with anticipation.

"Now, isn't that wonderful?" A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "On the desk, little subbie, face down with your legs hanging over the edge."

Again, with no hesitation, she draped herself over the desk, her back arching slightly as she lifted her ass, presenting it to him like an offering. Her willingness to submit and her eagerness to please sent a surge of power coursing through him. His cock throbbed painfully hard as he admired the curve of her spine, the dimples at the base of her back, and the perfectly rounded cheeks of her ass.

"Pull up your legs by your sides and hold on to them. I'm going to fuck you so well, you'll be walking bow-legged for days."

"Then mosey on, Master J, or is that only an idle boast?" she said cheekily as she clamped her hands around her knees, stealing his breath with the vision of open invitation, lust, and promised debauchery.

"You're about to swallow your words, Nanja. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Reaching out, he caressed her soft flesh, his thumb dipping into the indentation at the small of her back.

"Oh, you have the Midas Touch, Master J," she gasped as her breath hitched in her throat in a soft, helpless sound that sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his groin. His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with precum, ready to claim her.

"No man would be able to resist the offering you make, little subbie. Perfection is not descriptive enough. God, you're beautiful." With his hands gripping her hips firmly, he positioned himself behind her.

"Ahh," she cried as he rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness as he relentlessly teased her entrance. "More," she begged as she squirmed beneath him. With his weight pressing her harder against the desk, his lips brushed warmly over the whorl of her ear.

"Is this what you want, Nanja?" he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble. "You want me to fuck you? To fill your pussy with my cock?"

"Yes," she whimpered in a husky plea. "Please, Master J. Please fuck me."

"With pleasure, little Nanja."

With a groan, he thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her tight, wet heat.

"Yess!" she cried out as her body tensed for a moment against his massive intrusion before melting into his.

He began to move, his hips pistoning against her as his cock filled her balls deep with every thrust. Her moans filled the room in a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.

"Not yet, sub. Do not come yet," he growled when he felt her body tightening around him and her inner muscles clenching his cock like a vice. His own pleasure was building, a molten heat that pooled in his groin, threatening to explode as he powered into her. His movements were unchecked, raw, and rough. Closing his fingers around her clit, he rubbed it in tight, quick circles.

"Oh, freaking fizzers! I can't... I have to come." Her moans quickly turned to cries as her body bucked back against his in a desperate ploy to chase her release.

"Come for me, Nanja," he commanded in a voice harsh with need. "Let me feel your wet heat all over my cock. Now!"

"Ahhh... fuck-fuck-fuck," she screamed as she shattered. Her body convulsed with spasms ripping through her. The sensation of her coming undone around him sent Jax over the edge.

"Holy fuck!" he roared as he thrust into her one last time. His cock pulsed as he spilled himself deep inside her.

"Holy moly," Ciska whimpered as she melted onto the desk, her body turning to mush under his.

For long moments, neither of them moved, their bodies still joined and their breaths ragged and syncopated. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with their combined release.

With tender hands he helped her upright as she turned to face him, still sitting on the desk. Wedging his body between her legs, he cupped her cheeks as he brushed his thumb tenderly over her swollen lips.

"You're mine now, Nanja. No denial, no discussion," he said in a possessive growl. His eyes softened and glowed warmly. "As I am yours."

Ciska didn't respond, but the soft glow in her eyes was response enough.

"I accept the answer I see in your eyes, Ciska, but soon, you will say the words."

With a devilish grin, he leaned down and ignoring her gasp of horror, slowly licked her clean. His tongue swirled deep inside and around her labia, slurping loudly and with debauchery glee at their mingle of juices.

"I can't believe you're doing that," she wailed, but at the same time, she leaned back and lifted her hips higher, offering him full access.

"It's a Dom's duty to take care of his sub, even in cleaning her after the fact."

"I think I'm... ohh... clean enough. Oh, flying pigs, I'm going to come again— Noo! Come back," she wailed as the next moment, he straightened, wiped his cock clean with a handkerchief, and zipped himself up.

"No. You don't get to come again. I want you well primed for the weekend, so listen well, Nanja. You will not masturbate or bring yourself off in any way or form unless it is by my order. Is that clear?"

"I suppose that order falls under the rulebook of me being your submissive?" she grumbled irritably. The desire was blatantly displayed in her eyes and in her taut as a piano wire and splayed-open body. To lean in and take another slurp was tempting, but Jax reined himself in. His little sub had to start realizing he was the one in charge... sexually, at least.

"You suppose right." He systematically gathered her clothes and assisted her to get dressed.

"I've already confirmed with Willow that you're taking the day off tomorrow."

"Like hell I am. I have work to do, and that, Mr. Dom, is exactly what you said you won't do... control my life, other than sexually."

"And I won't, but we're going on a weekend club flight, and since the plane takes off in New York, you have to fly there to join me in time. So, please pack a bag tonight and be ready by ten tomorrow morning. I'll send my chopper to pick you up." He pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her. "I really want you to go with me, Ciska." Taking a step back, he smiled warmly.

"For our first trip on the GoldenEye as an exclusive couple."