Chapter 3

Cassie

The cabin is huge, nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by nothing but trees and silence. It feels unreal, a place out of a dream—something I didn't even know I needed until now. For so long, I've been trapped, suffocated by the walls of my father's house, watched constantly, never allowed to breathe without permission. But now, standing here, with nothing but nature and open space around me, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I'm free.

The cabin is my sanctuary, a promise of safety and peace. I can barely believe it. The isolation, the vastness of it all—it's overwhelming, but in the best way. I want to explore every inch of this mountain. I want to feel the wind on my face, run through the trees, and maybe—just maybe—finally find out who I am outside of the cage my father built around me.

I step out of the car, my bare feet sinking into the cool dirt. The sensation is so foreign, so simple, yet it makes my heart race. It's as if the earth beneath me is welcoming me home, grounding me in this new reality. I shiver, not from the cold, but from the intensity of the moment.

I'm free.

I'm here.

With him.

Jax, my savior.

Jax grabs some shopping bags from the back of the truck, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he moves, and motions for me to follow. I trail behind him, feeling the weight of my past lift with every step. Each breath I take out here feels lighter, more real. I'm no longer that scared, caged girl under my father's thumb. Out here, in this untouched wilderness, I can be anything, anyone.

The cabin door creaks open, and the scent of pine, wood, and something else—cedar—fills my senses. It's cozy inside, warm in a way that feels like safety, a haven. It's nothing like the sterile, suffocating world I've known my whole life. The house I grew up in was large and cold, filled with rooms I wasn't allowed to enter, always monitored, always under someone else's control. But this? This place feels like freedom.

I look around the room, taking it all in. The rough-hewn furniture, the fireplace that dominates one wall, the wide windows that overlook the endless trees beyond. It's simple, but perfect. It's real. I can picture myself living here, walking barefoot through the woods, breathing in the fresh air every morning. Painting for hours without anyone telling me I'm wasting my time.

Jax drops the shopping bags by the door and turns to me, his eyes soft as they meet mine. "This is home now," he says quietly, and there's a finality to his words that makes my chest tighten.

Home.

I've never really had a home. Not a real one. The house I grew up in was just a place where I existed, a place where I was kept like a possession, a piece of property to be bartered with. But here, in this cabin with Jax, it feels different. It feels like the beginning of something new. Something better.

I glance back at Jax, who's watching me with that protective, possessive intensity I've come to expect. There's something in his eyes that makes my pulse quicken, something raw and unspoken. He's given me freedom, yes, but there's more to it. There's him. His presence grounds me.

I swallow, my throat dry.

"It's perfect."

Jax steps closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you ever again."

I nod, feeling a lump form in my throat. For the first time in my life, I believe those words. I believe that I'm safe. And for the first time, I feel like I can breathe, like I can live.

Jax's fingers linger on my skin, and my breathing hitches having him so close to me.

The feeling between my legs—this strange, pulsing heat that's been building since we were in the car—it's stronger now. I shift on my feet, uncomfortable with how much I want him close to me. How I want him to touch me. I don't understand why I'm so wet down there, why my body is reacting this way just from being near him. But the more I try to ignore it, the stronger it gets.

"Take a bath," he says, his voice low. "Relax. There's a wardrobe in the bedroom. I bought you some clothes. White dresses. I don't want to see you in anything else."

The command is gentle, but firm, and I nod, feeling a strange sense of both rebellion and obedience stir inside me. I want to explore this new freedom, but there's also something thrilling about giving in to Jax's control, letting him lead. The way he looks at me—it makes my heart race.

I slip into the bathroom, the steam quickly filling the small space as I turn the faucet. I take off my nightdress and panty and toss it to one side. But my mind is still outside, still with Jax, and when I glance through the small window, I see him again. He's chopping wood, in a vest and jeans. His muscles flexing with every swing, the sharp crack of the axe splitting the air. My mouth goes dry as I watch him, my pulse quickening as heat floods my body again. I notice that my nipples are so hard and erect. I tug at one. Then I gently stroke it. It feels so good. Has this always been connected. How had I not noticed before.

I don't know why, but watching him, touching my nipples and seeing the power in his movements, makes the ache between my legs impossible to ignore. My body clenches, and I bite my lip, trying to understand this strange, overwhelming feeling. Why do I want to be close to him so badly. I don't want him out there I want him here. And the more I think about the more wet I feel down there.

Shaking my head, I dip my finger into the bath, only to yank it back with a sharp loud yelp. The water is scalding hot, and before I can even register the pain, the door flies open.

"Cassie?" Jax's voice is a rough growl, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. And that's when I realize—I'm completely naked. And for some reason I don't rush to cover myself like I would usually do at home when a maid entered my room, and I was naked. I just stand there. Because I like the way he is looking at me.

Jax's eyes sweep over me, dark and intense, his gaze lingering on every inch of my exposed skin. My heart pounds as the air between us thickens, the heat between my legs building with every second. I don't understand what's happening, why I'm feeling this way, but I can't deny it any longer. I bite my lip, nervous, unsure how to voice what's been swirling in my head since we got here. But I trust him.

"Jax... Why do I feel... wet... down there?" I point to my pussy.

His body stills. For a moment, he says nothing.

"Cassie," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble against my skin. "What do you know about sex?"

The question makes my heart stutter, heat rising in my cheeks. I don't know how to answer him—how to explain the little I've seen or been told.

"Not much," I admit, my voice shaking. "I saw my dad and stepmom once... they were both naked, and she was... making noises. She said they were having sex and told me that couples do it to show love. Is sex why I'm wet?"

"God, Cassie. You' re going to kill me. That's because your body knows exactly what it wants... what it needs." He moves closer placing his hand on my waist, and all I can think of is how I want his hands all over my body.

His hand moves lower, fingers tracing my thigh as his eyes lock on mine. "You're wet because you want me, sweetheart. Your body is begging for it. It's making it easier for me to fit inside of you."

"How?"

Jax's fingers still hover near my waist, not quite touching, and instead of moving lower, he leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. The first touch is featherlight, almost like he's testing my reaction, and my skin tingles where his lips graze. Then, his breath grows hotter, and his kisses become firmer, his mouth pressing against the curve of my neck with deliberate intensity.

The sensation sends a jolt through me, sparks shooting down my spine. My body reacts without permission, my back arching slightly, as though I need more, even though I don't fully understand why. His lip's part, and I feel the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks gently on the skin just below my ear. It's so intimate, so possessive, and I feel the world tilt around me.

"That feels so good."

My knees feel weak, and I grasp onto his arms, needing something to hold on to, my head tipping back to give him more access. I don't even realize I'm doing it, but I want more of him—more of this strange, addictive sensation that makes my whole body feel alive.

Jax growls low against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, and his lips pull harder, sucking in a way that makes my entire body tremble. "You like that, don't you?" he whispers between kisses, his voice thick and possessive.

"Please, more."

What he does next… I can't form words; all I can do is nod, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. His mouth moves lower, sucking on the base of my neck, and I feel his teeth graze my skin, a light bite that sends another wave of heat flooding through me. The pleasure is so intense it borders on overwhelming, but I don't want him to stop. I want him to keep going, to keep pulling these feelings out of me, making me feel things I've never felt before.

It's like his mouth is claiming me, marking me, and every time he sucks harder, it sends a thrill through me that makes my heart pound. I never knew being kissed here could feel this good—this powerful.

My body is buzzing, every nerve alive under his touch, and I feel myself melting into him, giving in to the overwhelming sensation. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—so intense, so powerful. My skin feels like it's on fire, burning in the best way, and the throbbing between my legs only grows stronger.

Instinctively, I close my legs, the pressure too much to bear, trying to ease the ache, but Jax stops me immediately. His hand grips my thigh firmly, his dark gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

"No," he growls, shaking his head slowly. "You don't hide this from me, ever. We don't keep your pussy away like that. It must stay open for me, always. And only for me."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I feel heat rush to my face, but I don't move. His voice is so commanding, so certain, and the way he's looking at me makes me want to do anything he asks.

"Open up your legs," Jax orders, his voice firm but low, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's my pussy, and I do what I want with it."

A tremor runs through me at his words, and my breath hitches in my throat. My body reacts before my mind can fully process what he's said, and I slowly part my legs, my skin tingling as the cool air hits my heated core.

"W-what do you want to do with it?" I whisper, my voice trembling as I look up at him, my pulse racing in anticipation.

Jax's eyes darken even more, his jaw clenched, and without a word, he kneels in front of me. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them wider as his gaze drops between my legs. The look on his sends a thrill through my whole body.

"I want to take my time with it," he murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers trace up my inner thighs, sending sparks of heat through me. "I want to look at it, taste it, own it. And you're going to let me."

I gasp, my body trembling under his touch, every inch of me on fire with the way he's staring at me, like I'm something he's waited for his whole life. His hands tighten on my legs, holding me open for him, and the intensity of it all makes my head spin.

"You're mine now," Jax growls, his eyes flicking up to meet mine as he leans in closer. "And I'm going to show you exactly how."

His tongue moves over me with a wild intensity that leaves me breathless. It starts at my clit, circling it with a rough, relentless rhythm that makes my whole-body shiver. Each touch is electric, a powerful, unfamiliar sensation that has me arching my back and gasping for more.

He presses his mouth firmly against my folds, his lips and sucking it with a fierce, almost desperate hunger. The pleasure is so overwhelming and intense, I can hardly believe it. My innocent body quakes, my thighs trembling as I cling to him, unable to control the moans escaping my lips.

His tongue dives deeper, exploring every inch of my untouched core with an insatiable need. The heat of his mouth and the pressure of his touch make me realize just how much he's taking me over. I'm caught in a whirlwind of sensation, my body instinctively reaching for him, craving the primal pleasure he's giving me. It's intense, it's thrilling, and it's completely new—leaving me on the edge, wanting more.

I'm on the brink of collapsing, but Jax lifts me effortlessly. My legs instinctively curl around him, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. My tits press against his face, and I adjust them, trying to press my nipples firmly against him, desperate for him to feel their heat and weight.

He gently lays me down on the bed, and before I can even settle into the softness, he's back between my legs

"Your tits later," he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. "I'm not done with this sweet, perfect pussy. You taste fucking irresistible. Like honey."

What he doesn't know that since that day in the garden, I eat Honeycrisp apples by the dozen.

His lips lock around my sensitive nub, sucking and nibbling with a fierce, unrelenting passion that makes me scream out.

I arch my back, my body writhing beneath him, desperate for more of the electrifying pleasure he's giving me. His hot breath against my dripping pussy adds a tantalizing edge to the intense pleasure, making me squirm and gasp for breath. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place as he feasts on me, determined to extract every bit of pleasure I can give.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls, his voice rough with lust. "I can't get enough of how fucking slick you are. I'm going to make you come so hard you won't be able to think straight. You're all mine."

What does he even mean? Come? Come where?

As Jax's tongue works me over with a wild intensity, I can't help but squirm. The pleasure is so overwhelming that my instinct is to try to close my legs, to escape the relentless sensation. But Jax is having none of it. His hands are firm and unyielding, keeping my thighs spread wide as he continues his torturous assault.

My sobs escape uncontrollably as I try to lock my legs around his head, but his hands push my knees wide apart. "You're trying to hide from me, sweetheart? You think you can play coy? I'm not letting you close those sweet little thighs. I want every bit of you. You taste too fucking good."

His mouth keeps diving deeper, his tongue swirling and sucking with an almost animalistic hunger. I gasp as he licks from my entrance to my clit and back again, savoring every drop of my essence.

My heart race even faster, and I can't help but moan louder. "Jax, what… what is happening? I feel like I'm going to burst."

His tongue dips into my entrance, moving with a jiggling motion that makes me shudder. I'm trembling, my hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

"Oh, my goodness," I moan, my voice breaking with the intensity.

Suddenly, I feel his hot breath on my nipple. Before I can react, Jax's mouth closes around it, sucking fiercely. The combined sensations are too much; I arch my back, my body buckling under the weight of the pleasure. His thumb presses firmly against my clit, igniting every nerve in my body.

"Let me take you to the peak, sweetheart. I want to see you drenched in pleasure, your release all over my face. I want to watch you like this, marked by me."

My body convulses, and I scream, a mixture of shock and bliss that seems to fill the room. Jax's tongue greedily laps up my release, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he draws me closer. He rubs his nose against my clit before drawing it into his mouth, suckling gently. Each touch drives me deeper into my release, turning my screams into a ragged chant of his name.

I'm panting, my vision hazy and unfocused as the aftermath of the pleasure still ripples through me. I feel Jax's lips on mine, kissing me tenderly. Gosh if this is what come feels like I want more of it… Jax has awaken a monster.

"That was... that was..." I stammer, my voice trembling with the intensity of what just happened. "The best thing I've ever felt. Ever." I rest my head against his shoulder, a blissful smile curving my lips. The feeling is so foreign, so exhilarating. "Do you... do you also get to feel like that, too?"

I twist my hips against him, still feeling something very hard against my thigh. "Do you, Jax?"

"Yes, sweetheart." His hand grips my hips firmly, stilling my movements. "You're going to make me feel that way. Often. You'll wrap your sweet mouth around my cock so many times it'll feel like coming home. You're going to ride me, take me deep, and no matter what I do, you're going to beg for more." His words are thick with desire, and I can see the intensity in his eyes. "But not until you're ready. Until then, I'll find a way to handle it."

He gets up and leaves the room. And I can't help and feel like I didn't get him to feel the same way I do. And that I disappointed him.