I release a deep breath, feeling the darkness through my eyelids and slightly grinning from how comfortable I am at the moment. Rolling over onto my side and snuggling my head closer against the soft pillow is when I really feel much more at ease, remembering my dream and how incredibly sexy it was. I met a man who turned out to be a millionaire and he offered me to go home with him, and once I arrived on his private jet, he fucked me harder than any man ever has before in my entire life. It was amazing, unbelievable. Absolutely the best; perfect.
But as soon as I slowly allow my eyes to flutter open and they adjust to the darkness, I immediately lock my eyes with a guy... The guy from my dream. Now is the second I come to realize that I wasn't dreaming at all. He's laying only inches away from me staring deeply into my eyes with no other expression on his face but blankness. Mysteriousness. He's entirely unreadable.
I let out a soft gasp and push myself backwards about a foot, widening my eyes in a burst of panic because now is the moment I remember one of the top rules in our contract agreement, even though I haven't exactly sighed it yet with a pen. Just giving my word to him. I am not allowed to sleep in his bed with him, and once this really registers in my brain is when I snap into pure fear.
"Enjoy your sleep, Ms. Pierce?" Jaxon calmly questions me, raising an eyebrow slightly after my jaw drops from the quietness and politeness of his tone.
Anxiously nodding in response is when confusion fills me. "Uh, yeah," I mutter.
He nods in return as well, but narrowing his eyes which doesn't surprise me at all. Now he begins to look angry, no longer unreadable as he cocks his head to the side and sharply exhales under his breath. Mr. Edwards runs his tongue along his full lips, making them moist, and I'm able to tell this only because the light from the bathroom gives me the ability to see it. This is the only man who literally leaves me speechless, takes my breath away, but terrifies me at the same time. He's so intimidating and it honestly drives me crazy.
"Clearly, you don't remember our contract. Do you?" He asks, his voice now stern and deep.
"No, I do. I must have fallen asleep..." I quickly rush out of my mouth, as he folds his muscular arms across his chest and shakes his head, suddenly seeming to be angry with me. "I laid back for just a few seconds but I was so exhausted. I didn't even realize I fell asleep. I didn't do it on purpose."
"It doesn't matter if you had the intention to do it or not, Sasha. You did it. Bottom line."
I frown at him and push myself up with my weak arms, inching away from him and noticing how he stares down at my body which gets a sharp breath to escape my lips. But the second I glance down is when I realize why he's staring at me, and it's because I'm completely naked before him. The moment I turn to get off of his bed is when his fingers lock around my wrist tightly, getting a yelp from me unexpectedly. The second his beautiful but dominating eyes connect with mine is when I can barely even breathe simply because of the way he is now staring at me. So much lust. . .
I nervously bite my bottom lip before he lifts his free hand and places his finger against my lip, causing me to release it from my teeth. He puts his fingers through mine, interwinding them together, which obviously shocks me to death. Something about it just feels so... right. So meaningful. Like a part of the both of us know that we maybe belong with one another. But no, this isn't right.
"Call me Sir." He loudly orders, his tone harsh and demanding, catching me off guard.
My eyes widen before his gaze drops down to our hands, as he slowly places the back of my hand on the matress and lightly caresses his pointer finger against my palm, causing me to shudder beneath his delicate touch. He gently traces the length of my fingers, around my palm in slow circles, before he travels to my wrist and up the inside of my arm. And it feels so... good. In a way I can't explain.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep in your bed... Sir." I carefully whisper to him, slightly shaking but I'm unaware as to why. I'm not scared right now, not that I know of at least. But the way he's acting is telling me that I should be warned right now. A red flag should be up, and oh it is.
"It won't happen again, will it?" He asks. I shake my head and let out a quiet sigh, as he shoots his head up and glares at me. "Tell me that it won't happen again. Now."
I gulp, "It won't happen again."
"Good girl." Mr. Edwards sits up straight and cautiously gazes into my eyes, studying me in a way before I drop my gaze down to my thighs, once again realizing that my body is exposed. Oh god, this is so uncomfortable and demeaning for me. "Look at me, Sasha." So I do. I hold his incredibly sexy and dominating blue eyes, while holding my breath at the same time. "You need to be punished."
My heart suddenly drops from his statement, and fear course through me. "What?"
"I'm going to punish you. For sleeping in my bed, when our agreement contract specifically stated that you are not allowed to do this. I won't let you disobeying me slide. Even though you have yet to sign it, you gave me your word. And that is what I go by. Honesty, remember, Sasha? You slept in my bed for over an hour. There's two hours left until we land in California. We have the time and this won't take long. You're going to submit yourself to me. Since this is your first time, I will go easy on you. But this will be a bit different than what you're used to. This isn't vanilla sex anymore. That was a one time thing and I won't do that again."
"Why would you punish me for something this stupid? That isn't fair," I race out in annoyance, and as soon as his lips part is when I cut him off before moving away and covering my bare body with the sheets. "You told me that I didn't need to become your submissive until I learn to trust you--"
"Cut the shit, Sasha! Cut the fucking bullshit! You trust me. I give you no damn reason to not trust me. Therefore you will do as I say!" He barks out at me in anger, pushing himself from the bed and racing to his feet, standing before me in just black sweatpants and nothing else. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers and paces back and forth, clearly showing how frustrated I am making him but I simply can't help it. Mr. Edwards sharply growls under his breath, getting me to slightly flinch from the sudden sound. "You should trust me."
And the thing is... He's right. I don't have a reason not to trust him. But that doesn't mean the thought of him taking control over me doesn't scare me. I hardly swallow down the lump that has built up in the back of my throat and I anxiously hold my breath, hurting my lungs in the process. Jaxon stares down at me into my vulnerable eyes and his instantly narrow, but I don't look away.
"You're right..." I hesitate. "What're you going to do to me? Are you going to hurt me?" I ask, barely any sound to my voice as his face unexpectedly softens, and his look of pure anger and frustration almost entirely disappears.
"We're going to need a safeword, Ms. Pierce. Eventually, I mean. Since this will be your first punishment it's going to be very mild. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to show you that you must always listen to me and you need to respect my boundries. I don't sleep with my Submissives ever. I've tried it once before and I didn't like it. So I made it a rule. And you didn't listen to it, so this is what it has to come down to. But that's not my problem, now is it?"
Jaxon holds out his hand to me palm side up while I silently stare at it, and he waits for me to make a move. But no matter how nervous and afraid I am... I really do trust this man with everything in me. "Alright," I mumble, trying to catch my breath as I place my hand in his. "I'm nervous."
He pulls me to my feet in one swift movement, with so much strength that my body instantly flings into his chest, while his arms firmly wrap around my back holding me closer to him. "Don't be," he states, sliding his large hands down to cup my ass, actually causing me to be turned on from how he's touching me. I let in a quiet careful breath as he squeezes my cheeks and yanks me closer to him, his glorious body so beautiful that it's mesmorizing. I lift my hands and gently cup his neck, keeping my gaze on his firm chest staring at how defined his body is, with his broad shoulders and muscular build.
Jaxon groans and I feel his warm breath blowing against my forehead, and the second I allow myself to look up into his eyes is when they lock with mine, and we gaze at each other in an intense stare. My exposed breasts are pressed against his chest and he continues to stroke my body with his hands, feeling the back of my thighs before slowly sliding his finger against my enterance, that is now dripping wet from how badly I want him. My core is throbbing as he pushes aside my folds and rubs against my clit, as I release a muffled moan. I move my hands down to his shoulders and press my fingertips into his skin, as he unexpectedly pushes a finger into me.
"Oh shit," I whimper to him, hardly digging my teeth into my bottom lip as he slowly thrusts in and out. "Ohhhh!"
"You're soaking wet for me. You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?" He asks me.
And I nod in approval, opening my mouth in a O and opening my legs wider. "Yes."
"I like pleasuring you. I feel like it's my mission from this night forward," Mr. Edwards cautiously mumbles, his gaze burning into my eyes as he thrusts deeper. A deep groan comes from within his chest as I suddenly feel his erection growing in his pants against my thigh, which only causes me to want him even more. "You get me so hard, it's fucking torturous." My breathing becomes rapid until he notices and deeply inhales, backing away from me. No! This is definitely punishing for me and I don't want to beg for him but I might have to. "Get on your knees for me, baby."
"Yes, Sir." I immediately do as he says, kneeling down on one knee and then the other as well. After I lift my head and look up at him is when I really start to feel strange, mostly because I've never done this before and it's so unusual for me. But on the other hand... It must be an everyday thing for him.
"Good girl," he deeply mumbles, moving towards me and stepping much closer, so close he's only inches away. His fingers run through my now messy bed hair and he becomes perfectly silent for a while, until it breaks. "I can't wait to fuck your mouth. But not tonight."
I take a deep breath, relieved as hell until I look down at his pants which is right in front of me, staring at his large buldge hiding his member from me. I swallow hard. "Okay," I whisper.
"I am your Dom. You are MINE, Sasha. Do I make myself clear?" Jaxon loudly orders me to answer him as he walks around me, the firm tone of his voice huskey and demanding. But I can't find it in me to say a single word. This is my first time of submitting to this breathtakingly sexy man and it's nerveracking. What if I don't do this right? I'm going to look so foolish. "ANSWER ME!"
I gasp for air to enter my lungs. "I, I, I'm... yours."
He brings his hand down hard and spanks my ass hardly, an involuntary moan leaving my trembling lips as I flinch from the harsh pain. "What?" He demands for me to answer him correctly, twirling his fingers in my hair and firmly yanking it back, giving him full access to my throat.
"I'm yours, SIR." I give up in a whisper to him as a soft whimper escapes from me, pleading with him to pleasure my body that is now suddenly desperately aching for his touch. His eyes turn dark and they become guarded, coated with an emotional pain that I'm not informed of, but so much lust fills them. This is Jaxon Edwards behind closed doors. This is his life. And now... it's mine.
"You belong to me, Ms. Pierce. Nobody else will ever have you again. Your heart, soul, and body are all mine. And ONLY mine."
I quietly let out in a soft mutter, "Yes Sir."
He moves around me and he leans down where I'm kneeling on the floor, his face only inches away from mine as his dark glare burns into me. Those beautiful but threatening eyes make me melt with every glance, but they terrify me even more. I begin to look away from his intense stare but before I can, he firmly grabs my jaw, but not hard enough to scare me, and forces me to keep my gaze on him.
"That's my girl. Lie down on your back, now. On the bed."
I listen to his order and I do as he says, rushing to my feet and lying down, resting my bare back against the satin red sheets. Before I know it, Mr. Edwards hovers on top of my naked exposed body, reaching up to grab my hands to pin them above my head, until cold metal presses against my skin. I gasp in responce, realize he has just hand cuffed me to the bed post. Both of my arms are in the air hanging, giving my body no privacy while I tightly close my eyes in stunned silence.
Both of his large hands rest beside my head maybe ten seconds later, his body weight lightly pressing against me as I feel him brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me while I fuck you. And I want you to scream."
"Yes, Sir." I carefully let out undr my breath, my voice shakey as ever and I finally look up into his beautiful but dominating blue eyes, and they stare right into my soul.
And with my last words he hardly thrusts his manhood into me, a long and pleasured moan escaping from my mouth in response to his unexpected movement. Jaxon pulls out of me as far as he possibly can before slamming his cock back inside of me, my inner walls inside my core tightening around his shaft. He thrusts deeper and even deeper, burrying himself and filling as much of me as possible, and I watch as his jaw drops and a sparkle is in his eyes. This is his world, I am his world. His hand grasps around my throat and he pushes into me as fast and hard as ever.
"FUCK." A deep groan comes from his chest. And he pumps in and out of me harder, quickening his pace while my body fights the urge to already come! He moves deep inside of me and when I feel his thumb firmly rub against my clit is when the pleasure increases even more, causing me to practically scream out in astonishment. I didn't have any idea he was capable of making me feel this good, so pleasure it's overwhelming for me to even handle. With every thrust he makes he pushes me further up the bed, the cuffs around my wrists rattling from how rough he's screwing me. Sex has never felt this way before. This is kinky, different. And this is just my first time of submitting to him, lettng him have full control of my body that is now officially his. This is new for me...
But I like it, and my Dominant takes my body straight to Heaven.
I feel as if time is no longer existent, all that exists is us, and how incredible this feeling he is giving me truly is. Time doesn't matter. Nothing matters. All that matters is Jaxon and myself, and just from the way he looks down at me I know that he feels the same exact way. This sex God takes my body to places I've never been to before, and the harder he pumps into me, the better it feels. He has full control over me and I have none. I can't move; I'm immobile from the handcuffs. And I assumed that I wouldn't like this kind of thing because I've never experienced it before... But the way this man is dominating me turns me on to the fullest.
"Christ," He suddenly groans, pulling out as I whimper, spreading my legs even further apart before sliding his long member back into me, slowly and torturously. It feels so good that I can't help but cry out, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as the cuffs dig at the skin on my wrists. "Fuck, Sasha. Why do you feel so good?" I hear him mumble, barely even audiable for me to be able to hear so I figure it's by mistake, but I hear it loud and clear.
"Harder, please," I say, out of breath as I feel his hand firmly taking hold of my jaw.
"This is supposed to be your punishment!" He loudly tells me, but my wish is his command. Now I know that my next one is going to be bad, very bad. And to realize that this is basically nothing just scares the hell out of me because I don't know what on Earth to expect when the time comes.
He continues to fuck me, but now it's to the point of no return. My wrists are aching and my neck is hurting from all of the rocking but I've never felt this much pleasure in all my life. And as soon as I feel my climax coming on is when it becomes even more intense, Mr. Edwards pounding into me and grunting with each thrust, his teeth clenched tightly together with his lips slightly parted, and sweat is thick on both of our naked bodies. I continue to moan for him like crazy not even having any control over my own body, and within a simple second this orgasm hits me as hard as ever. More than before. This time. . . It's a burst of so much pleasure that I can't even breathe.
"Scream my name, baby." He curses in a deep groan, now suddenly staring down into my eyes while I passionately stare up into his, before they roll into the back of my head and my toes curl. And I do, I yell out his name as I cum, climaxing around his shaft.
"Ughhhh, Jaxon!" I exclaim, riding out my orgasm and loving every second of it. It feels lik it goes on forever... I don't understand how no other man has ever made me feel this good before. Nobody has ever had this much power over my body and mind. And I moan one final time before he unexpectedly pulls out of me and I glance down to watch him explode onto my lower stomach.
We're both completely out of breath. Covered in sweat. But most of all, I think we're both shocked. I never would have expected kinky sex to be that good, never to be so exciting... But it was. It was more than that. And the way Mr. Edwards is staring into my eyes right now is almost as if he's thinking deeply about something, because he's frowning and not saying a single word. Suddenly, sharp pain shoots through my wrists as I lift my head to stare up at them hanging in the air still, before Jaxon undoes them and takes them off of me. Once I observe them I notice the red circular marks engraved in my skin, but before I can do anything, Jaxon takes my hands. He rubs the marks on both wrists with his thumbs, which soothes the harsh feeling and it now no longer burns. He barly even dominated me and I'm already in slight pain and discomfort. It's so. . . bizarre.
"Sorry your wrists hurt, but you deserved it." His voice is low but stern, my stomach beginning to ache with need for him. I just can't get enough of him.
"I know. This feels better, thanks," I whisper, my tone coming off hoarse as ever.
I watch his face as he rubs the red marks for me, and my gaze roams every detail of his facial features, and I realize I haven't even realized how beautiful he is. Yes, he's sexy as hell, but he also looks so handsome that it's almost too good to be true. But he has so much baggage. So much mystery still hides behind his gaurded eyes, and there's nothing I can do to truly figure him out. Not yet. But hopefully sometime soon.
Once he releases my hands he wipes his come from my belly with the sheets, and our eyes eventually connect and he shakes his head before smirking. "How was that for your first punishment? Your wrists are a little sore, aren't they?" He asks, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Barely," I lie, slightly grinning in return as I let out a long and relieved sigh.
"Oh Sasha," Jaxon cautiously lets out in a moans, lifting up his hand to softly stroke my cheek with this back of his fingers. "I'll do things you will never forget." I don't say a word. I know he's right.
And Jaxon glares into my eyes with his dominating stare and I stay perfectly silent, wondering about what else he has in store for me once we arrive at his house.