Chapter Thirty-Three Jaxson

“ I could always tie you up…”

Laughter escapes her as she rolls her eyes, “with what… towels?”

The sarcasm coming from her only makes my smile widen a bit more. “Or rope…”

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She thought I was joking when I said I kept rope in my office. Not that it was meant or purchased for dark or sexual things. In fact, I can’t recall why I had bought the rope. But I did. And I’m thankful I did because looking at her right now splayed against the wall with her arms over her head restricted by rope and a coat hook while her legs are spread wide for me, giving me a view of her gorgeous pussy… I can’t help but wonder how lucky I really am.

I mean… Madison. The gorgeous, bubbly brunette from my childhood wants me.

Running my finger over the silver spoon within the blue bowl I’m holding, I contemplate where to torture her next. For the last thirty minutes, I’d been spreading vanilla ice cream across every sensitive area of her body only to lick it up afterward. Her legs are still shaking from where I’d made her cum only a moment ago. But she isn’t done yet. Hell, this girl can go for hours before she’s ready to throw in the towel.

“Jaxson—” she says breathlessly. Her head tilts back slightly before her eyes meet mine once more, a smile spreading across her lips. “Please… I need you.”

I love it when she begs .

Stepping towards her, I take the time to admire her fully. She wasn’t expecting it when I brought her into the office, pushed her against the wall, and ravished her with my mouth until her legs began to buckle. Hell, she wasn’t expecting a lot of things. And every time I bring something new to the game, she gets the same wide-eyed gaze on her face before biting her lip in anticipation.

Thank God for the birth control she takes. Because if she didn’t, we’d probably have kids running around already and I’m not ready for that.

Lifting the spoon, I let it dabble within the melting white ice cream in the bowl. Swirling it around as I contemplate my next move. Do I want to keep torturing her? Or should I give her what we both desire?

“Do you now?” I ask, watching as she pulls on the ropes unable to move. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”

She gasps the moment I let the ice cream run across her erect nipple. The spoon rests there for a moment as she lets out a soft whimper, biting her bottom lip. One might think she isn’t enjoying herself if they just walked in to witness what was going on between the two of us. But I know differently. This girl is a masochist for the pain and denial I constantly bring her.

Setting the spoon and bowl down on a nearby table, I let my fingers dance over the bare skin of her hip before my tongue flicks out to swipe across her nipple. Licking the sugary mess from it before my mouth fully engulfs her breast.

As much as I want to continue the torture, my cock is strained within my slacks. Begging to be released.

Fumbling with my zipper, I free the hard length of my cock. My hands stroke over it a few times as I continue to pleasure her nipple with my tongue. She’s ready for me, her pussy slick with her arousal when my fingers swipe across her swollen slit. The only signal I need before I rub the head of my cock against her entrance a few times before slowly thrusting inside her.

She gasps at the fullness I bring her. My cock stretches her to the brink as I thrust slowly at first before picking up the pace. Her leg is hiked up to my waist as I hold her in place, refusing to let her do anything but take what I’m giving her.

“Oh my God!” She cries out, my lips brushing against her neck as I cling to her. Fucking her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever be able to do.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan against her flawless skin beading with sweat.

“Come for me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you fucking twitch inside me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. She starts panting, her climax coming to a head right before she screams in pleasure. I let out my groan of release, stilling inside her.

Looking down at her, she smiles at me. My lips meet hers for a slow kiss before I finally reach up to release her, relishing in the moment of having her within my arms. Before her feet hit the floor, I untie her so she can clean up.

“You know… we should have used ice cream a long time ago.”

My eyes meet hers again with laughter as I shake my head. “It was a spur-of-the-moment idea.”

“You should have more moments like that, because… damn.”

“Well,” I say with amusement in my voice, “let’s get cleaned up and head back to the house. I have a surprise waiting for you, and it can’t wait any longer.”

“You do?” she asks with a raised brow as she stares at me. “What kind of surprise? ”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, Madi.”

“You know I don’t like surprises, right?” she replies, reminding me of something I’ve known since we were kids. Though, this surprise was one worth making her wait for.

“I promise, you’re going to love it.”

She scoffs with a soft smile as she pulls on her clothes. “I guess we will see.”

Forty minutes later, after one hell of a car ride where Madison's magic mouth left me completely spent, we pulled up outside my apartment building. My nerves were on edge over the surprise I had waiting for her upstairs. Since she'd been here, I felt like I wasn’t doing enough with her. And honestly, until Christmas, things were going to be even more chaotic.

That’s why I planned today out the way I did. I purposely took her out so that she wasn’t in the apartment when her surprise arrived, giving everything time to be set up perfectly before we got home. The cake baking turned out to be a bonus, extending the time needed to get things just right.

“So, what do you have waiting for me?” she asks as we step into the elevator.

I glance at her, shrugging my shoulders while trying to contain my smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

The moment we step out of the elevator and approach my apartment door, my heart races. This could either go terribly wrong or completely right. Every part of me hoped that she loved it because it took a lot of convincing to even make this happen.

Stepping into the apartment, it looks completely different than it did this morning when we left. Christmas decorations litter every piece of furniture around the penthouse. My interior decorator went overboard with the surprise for Madison, of course, guided by one other important person.

“Oh wow,” she gasps. “You did all this… for me?”

“Uh, yes. Do you like it?”

She’s quiet for a moment before slowly nodding her head. “I don’t know what to say… I mean—”

Her voice breaks slightly as she cuts herself off .

“Madison—I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” she replies, turning to me with soft laughter as she wipes the loose tears from her eyes. “It’s just that I’ve never been away from my mom for the holidays, and I’d thought about going back for Christmas, but—I also don’t want to leave you.”

Her words touch me deeply, and I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her in a hug as my lips press against the top of her head. “What if I told you that you didn’t have to leave and you could still see your mom?”

“What?” she asks softly, pulling back to look up at me.

“He said… what if you can still spend Christmas with me?”

At the sound of her voice, Madison turns around only to come face to face with her mother, who stood just inside the living room, smiling in her long cardigan, leggings, and slippers. Her arms open wide, and I watch Madison run to her, tears streaming down her face as she embraces her mother.

“Oh my God!” Madison exclaims, “How are you here?”

“It’s a long story, but we will say that Jaxson is a very convincing man. And he planned the entire thing. Down to letting me help his decorator create a special setup for Christmas.”

While the two of them reunited, I slipped towards my room to change. My mind swirled over the idea that I’d not only just made this Christmas special—something I’ve never been able to do—but also found a way to reunite a family over the holidays.

I often wondered what my parents and siblings were doing during these times of the year, but every time I did, I was reminded of the fact that though they claimed to love me, I wasn’t exactly top priority on their list. At least, not enough to even receive a Christmas card. But I suppose there’s always a possibility that things can change.

I mean, hell, I never imagined that my life would be filled with all that is Madi. Yet, here I am, living it.