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Snow was beginning to fall as we walked up the driveway to Jax’s mansion. “Good timing,” he announced. “The fire in the library will be perfect.”
He took me by the hand, holding the door and then following behind. The library was ahead and to the left—I found it by following the warm flicker and loud crackle of burning logs.
My eyes boggled when I entered; all four walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling. I could easily spend weeks, if not years, happily cocooned here. There was even a wheeled ladder leaning against each set of shelves.
“Wow,” I breathed. “Ever since I first saw Beauty and the Beast, I’ve wanted a library so big it needed a ladder on wheels.” I wonder would he push me along the wall while I sang? I decided against asking.
I turned toward Jax, standing on the other side of the room.
Coffee had been much more fun than I’d imagined; and I knew why he’d done it. It was awakening a side of me that hadn’t existed before meeting him. I knew I shouldn’t do this. I knew I shouldn’t be here. But suddenly, I also knew that my opportunity to change the course of tonight had slipped away a long, long time ago.
The moment I’d taken off those clothes in the doorway, I’d let the other side of me out. The tigress. She was with me right now, awakened by the walk and his whispers in my ear. It was time to stop feeling guilty, and start enjoying.
I began to walk slowly across the room toward him, swaying my hips from side to side seductively. As I walked, I untied the belt around my waist, then started unbuttoning the coat.
He swallowed, eyes glued to my body. By the time I reached him, I could see his erection straining against his clothes. It made me feel confident... and powerful.
“You’re better than any fantasy I could dream up,” he whispered. “Turn around.” I did as I was told and heard him murmur his approval. His fingers found my shoulders, then slid the coat off. I shivered in pleasure as it pooled at my feet, then felt his arms slide around my hips from behind. His body pressed into my back. His lips brushed across my neck.
“Are you ready for your next lesson?” His fingers glided lightly up my sides, then caressed the underside of my breasts. I nodded, barely daring to breathe.
“Do you remember what lesson number we were up to?”
I nodded again, too afraid to talk in case it came out in a squeak.
“I do too. I’ve thought of nothing else, these last two days.” His hands circled my breasts, gliding gently over them. “Lesson number one,” he murmured into my neck, “was relax and enjoy. Do you remember that lesson, in the hot tub?” I nodded, legs trembling at the memory.
“Lesson number two was,” Jax whispered, hands caressing my nipples, “your body can turn pain into pleasure quickly, in skilled hands.” He tweaked the nipples suddenly, sending lightning bolts through my body. I groaned in pleasure.
Now one of his hands began to travel down. “Lesson number three was, it’s much more fun if you let me be in control.” His hands moved between my legs. “You do want me to be in control, don’t you?”
My only answer was a moan, as his fingers brushed across me. It felt so good! Just the lightest of touches across my wet center; a contract of future pleasure, written by his fingers. Already my legs felt like buckling. His fingers became firmer, and I swayed as formless noise escaped my lips.
“Do you remember lesson four?” he asked. I think I nodded.
“Tell me,” he said, one set of fingers continuing to work my center as the others cupped my breasts.
“P.. pleasure zones,” I managed.
“Very good.” His lips began drifting up my neck, his hot breath tickling as he spoke. “There are many different pleasure zones in the body.” His tongue darted out to run the length of my earlobe, then he seized it between his lips. He bit down gently as, between my legs, one figure slid inside.
My body was wound so tight I almost collapsed—the sweet pain above; the intense pleasure below. His finger began to dip in and out as I stood before him, unable to do anything but clench my hands as I faced an empty room and he worked me harder and harder.
Another finger slipped inside. I could feel the heat building now, moving from my thighs to my head in a rush that was making me dizzy. I was his to control, and in that moment if he’d commanded me to walk back out into the snow completely naked, I’d have done it. His hands and lips upon me felt too good. The crescendo I could feel building inside, was coming on too fast.
He pinched a nipple. I cried out.
His fingers pushed deep inside at the same time as his thumb pressed just above. My breathing quickened, and then with a wham the orgasm hit me. Suddenly he was the only thing keeping me upright as I fell back against him, and contracted against those fingers over and over again.
When I was able to stand, I turned to kiss him savagely. “I want lesson five, now.” Lesson five was him. In me.
He shook his head, still fully clothed. “Not yet, though we’ll get to it. It’s time for a new lesson.”
He grinned as he saw my eyes widen. “You didn’t think there were just five lessons in the whole world, did you? We’re going to explore them all, one by one.”
I sucked in my breath.
He bent down to pick up the belt of the trench coat. Then he pushed me back, until my naked body was reclining against the sharply angled ladder. “It’s time for lesson number six,” he growled. Then he lifted both my arms above my head, fastening them to the ladder with the belt.
“What is this?” I asked, wide eyed.
“Lesson number six. A little restraint can go a long way.”
I swallowed, adrenaline spiking through my body. He’d tied me down. And now he could do whatever he wanted.
“The safe word is apple. If you say it, I’ll stop immediately.” His nails drifted lazily up my exposed skin. “But you’re not going to want to say it. Not after I get started.” They curled up around my neck, and then the back of my head.
Suddenly, he grabbed the hair at the base of my skull. He pulled it back firmly, exposing my neck. Staring up at the roof I felt hot breath and then his lips in the hollow of my shoulder, and broke out in shivers.
The hand let go as his mouth trailed down my body, kissing my collarbone, then breasts, and then suckling at my nipples. The heat was back between my legs now, if it had ever left. I was aching for him to reach the end of the trail.
His lips moved lower, until they were at my thighs. I sighed with pleasure as his hand slid between them, parting them, and then groaned as his mouth replaced them. His tongue began to lap, delicately, like a tomcat enjoying cream.
I was back on that ocean of pleasure, sailing the high seas at his command. I could see him, if I looked down, that sexy mussed up hair above broad shoulders, his face buried between my thighs. The sight turned me on more than I’d thought possible. I shifted on the ladder, watching, and moaning.
Now I saw a hand snake up. There was nothing I could do about it. I could only observe. His lips remained where they were, but the hand... oh the hand climbed. It reached up past my stomach until it had grasped a breast. It began to knead it firmly. Then it found the nipple, and pinched.
I drew in my breath with a sharp hiss; there was pleasure in the wake of the pain.
I fought my bindings. I needed to touch him, to seize his head and pull it up for a kiss, or maybe push it down harder. But try as I might, I couldn’t break loose. I had to succumb to his tongue and his hands and his will.
Now the hand moved down again, moving below his flicking tongue. It began to push inside slowly. I nearly fainted, the thrill was so powerful. By the time it was fully inside, his tongue was flicking faster, and I was rocketing upward, closer and closer to the peak. I writhed as delicious sensation swept through me. He began to slide it in and out, moving faster and faster until it matched the speed of his tongue. The climax hit me like a speeding train.
I screamed out, wrists tight against my restraints, hips arching up to meet him. My breathing came in ragged gasps as I recovered. I was vaguely aware of him untying me, my hands reaching around his neck. He kissed me softly as the fog slowly blew away from my eyes.
He stepped away, hand moving to his belt. “Now it’s time for lesson number five,” he growled. His pants slid to the floor to reveal white Calvin Kleins straining in his excitement.
I moved toward it with eyes full of worship. I hadn’t thought it possible for me to be excited again so quickly. But looking at him—dragging that white cloth down and observing him spring to attention just for me—I knew I was wrong. I pushed him across the room, then lay him down upon the rug before the fire. “No more lessons,” my tigress growled. “Not tonight.” I straddled him. “The rest of tonight, and quite possibly into the early hours of the morning, is going to just be about good, old-fashioned fucking.”
His eyes widened at my language. Then they widened even more as I slid down upon him. We both groaned in unison. Then I let my body tell me what to do. I released all inhibition and just did what felt good.
I started rocking back and forth, grinding myself onto him as he moved inside me. “That’s right,” he whispered. I kept up the rocking motion of my hips, playing with the depth and the angle until I reached exactly the perfect spot. Then my action sped up as I became more confident.
I threw my head back in abandon, and cried out when I felt his hands on my breasts. I leaned down, my hips never stopping their rocking, and he took one in his mouth. His hands gripped my hips as I rode him.
Between the feeling of him sliding in and out of me, and the mouth on my breasts, the bliss rose quickly. I could feel him, deep inside, and outside too—where we ground together, the movements of my rhythm pleasuring me there, as well. But it was his look that finally sent me over the edge. That look like he couldn’t believe what he had found in me. That lust in his eyes which said he never wanted to let me go.
I didn’t recognize my own voice as I cried out, again and again, gasping and groaning and saying his name. The contractions deep within me affected him too. His hand gripped my buttocks, and he stiffened, and then he was thrusting upward from beneath me and I was crying out all over again.
When it was over, I collapsed to the side, letting him slide from me as I fell. I lay beside him in a haze of bliss. “You get five minutes,” the tigress said thickly. “Then we do that all over again.”
He rolled over on one elbow and looked down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. “That was worth deliberately losing a bet for, wasn’t it?”
My eyes opened wide and he laughed at my surprise.
“Oh, please,” he said, still laughing, “nobody throws a gutterball that badly unless they’re trying to.”
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Jax insisted on driving me home after our marathon lovemaking session. Or should that be ‘after my colossal screw-up’? We’d done the very thing we’d agreed never to do again. And if we were found out, Erica’s career would be ruined. Was I willing to risk that? Was I willing to destroy a lifetime of hard work for a few nights of carnal passion?
A smile crept to my lips. It had been good though. Better than anything I had ever expected. More than that, I felt treasured in his arms—comfortable in my body, for once in my life.
I kissed him, telling him to stay in the car. He’d offered to walk me to the door—after all, if Erica found out, she couldn’t exactly tell—but I still wasn’t comfortable with the two of them meeting. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn’t help it. Jax was mine. If she didn’t meet him, she couldn’t take him away.
The kiss was soft and lingering, full of memories of the night together.
“Thank you for dinner,” he whispered. I laughed, forgetting about my worries. Had dinner really been tonight? It seemed so long ago, already.
I walked up the path with a spring in my step, but when I reached the door I frowned. A light was still on, inside. Erica should have been in bed hours ago. Had she left it on for me, or...
I opened the door with trepidation. She was sitting on the sofa, fingers drumming. “Eri, isn’t it way too late for you to be up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she said, her voice cool and low. “And just where have you been?”
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