Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Without further discussion, Jax reached between my legs and peeled away the foil diaper I’d crafted so carefully. The crinkle of the aluminum being removed seemed deafening in the quiet room. A soft beep came from his wrist. He looked down at his watch, then held it up for me to see.
The number 9 glowed on the display.
“Look at that,” he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Daddy knows his little girl so well.”
I stared at the glowing number, mortified that my body had betrayed me so completely. The watch confirmed what I’d been desperately trying to deny—that some part of me craved exactly what Jax had promised to give me.
“No,” I whispered, even as my thighs pressed together, seeking pressure, seeking friction. “That’s not… it can’t be right.”
Jax’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the borrowed granny panties, slowly peeling them down my thighs. The fabric was visibly damp at the gusset, providing undeniable evidence of my arousal.
“Your body doesn’t lie, Little Lulu,” Jax said softly. “No matter what your mind tries to tell you.”
The panties joined the sweatpants on the floor, leaving me completely naked again. Suddenly Jax thrust his hand between my thighs, his fingers cupping my bare pussy possessively. I cried out, my back arching at the unexpected touch.
“Look at my watch, Little Lulu,” he commanded, turning his wrist so I could see the display. The number had changed.
“It’s 10 now,” he murmured, his fingers beginning to work against my sensitive flesh. “Do you know what that means?”
I couldn’t answer, could barely breathe as his skilled fingers circled my clit, then dipped into my embarrassingly wet entrance. My hips bucked against his hand involuntarily.
The number on his watch suddenly turned red and began to flash. My pussy clenched hard around his invasive fingers as understanding dawned on me through the haze of unwanted pleasure.
“The flashing…” I gasped, my hips jerking uncontrollably, “it’s telling you I’m about to—”
Before I could finish the sentence, before the building wave could crest, Jax abruptly withdrew his hand. I whimpered at the loss, my body trembling on the edge of release.
“Look how wet you’ve gotten, baby girl,” he said, holding his glistening fingers up between our faces. His hand was coated with my arousal, creamy and undeniable. “All this from being caught running away. From knowing what’s coming next.”
“Please,” I whispered, as usual with no idea what I was begging for.
“Clean Daddy’s fingers,” he ordered, pressing them against my lips. “Taste how excited you are about your punishment and your new daddies’ cocks.”
My face burning with shame, I opened my mouth and took his fingers inside. I licked my own wetness from his skin, the musky taste of my arousal filling my senses as Rudy and Mateo watched from the doorway.
When his hand was clean, Jax withdrew his fingers and stood, towering over me. His hands went to his belt buckle.
“Get ready for Daddy’s belt, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice becoming a growl that made everything inside me clench with fear and anticipation. “Remember what you learned the first time I whipped you. You’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time to learn your lesson.”
CHAPTER 18
Louisa
I moved toward the head of the bed on shaky legs, to fetch the pillows just as Jax had taught me that first time. My mind was racing with conflicted feelings. Even as I piled the pillows with trembling hands, then got over them, my bottom raised and vulnerable, I couldn’t reconcile the desperate need coursing through me with my earlier bid for freedom. What was happening to me? Why did the thought of Jax’s belt across my bottom make me wet instead of terrified?
“Arch your back more,” Jax instructed, the leather of his belt sliding through the loops with a hiss that made me shiver. “Present your naughty bottom properly for correction.”
I obeyed, lowering my chest all the way to the mattress and raising my hips higher, exposing myself completely to him and his waiting bodyguards. I heard Jax’s shoes on the carpeted floor as he positioned himself beside the bed, the doubled leather belt hanging from his fist. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the cool leather touch my skin, tracing a line across both cheeks of my bottom.
“This is going to hurt, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his voice calm and deliberate. “But it’s necessary for you to understand the consequences of running away from your daddies.”
The belt whistled through the air and landed with a crack across the fullest part of my bottom. I gasped, jerking forward slightly before forcing myself back into position. The sting bloomed across my skin, turning quickly to heat that radiated outward.
“You see,” Jax continued conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather, “when you ran away today, you didn’t just disobey me. You put yourself in danger.”