Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Aw, shit.” Jax knelt and pulled his blade from his boot.
“What?”
“Her fucking hands are turning blue. I zipped her up too tight.” He snipped the zip tie around her wrists. She brought her hands around to her front and curled up into a ball.
“No, Charlotte. That’s not going to work for me.” He pushed her legs down so she lay on her back, her curvy body shockingly pale against the dark sofa. She was sumptuous. Her body was made to be fucked. Often and hard.
Jax loosened and removed her ball gag. She coughed and sputtered before settling back down.
Then we stood and admired our prize. Her eyes flicked back and forth between us. Jax stripped off his vest and his guns, placing the pieces in a neat row on the rough-hewn coffee table. She looked at them. I hoped she’d go for one. I wanted her to try it and see how fast I could pin her down by the neck. Then I could discipline her. Right here. Right now. My cock so deep in her throat that she choked. But I wouldn’t stop. Not until she swallowed every last drop.
I added my weapons to the lineup, daring her to try and take one. Her hands clenched but she didn’t move.
Jax pulled his shirt over his head. Her nostrils flared the tiniest bit as she took in his body – covered in ink and scars, muscled, strong. Fuck if her reaction didn’t make my dick harder, despite the burning in my calf, despite the hardcore throwdown that just happened in the parking deck.
“Got me worse than I thought.” Jax peered down at the gash along his abdomen. Blood coated his side, giving his tats more color.
“Looks like a dozen stitches or so,” I said.
I removed my vest and threw it to the floor. Ruined. I loosened my belt. Her light blue eyes darted from Jax to me. I liked that she focused on my belt, my hard length beneath it. I slid the leather through the loopholes and dropped it on the couch next to her. I unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I could almost feel her gaze on my dick through my boxer briefs. Fuck.
I leaned down and checked my calf. Bullet went through and through. I’d only need a couple stitches on each side. Time would heal the rest.
“Come on, Charlotte.” Jax gripped her by the hair and stood her up. She let out a little cry of pain. My cock jumped at the sound. I scooped up our weapons, disappointed she hadn’t tried something, anything, to warrant discipline. But she would. I sensed something under the surface. She would fight eventually. And I’d be there to take her down.
Jax kept his hand in her blonde locks, his knuckles tight against her scalp as he walked her up the stairs and to the master bedroom. My room. He threw her onto the king size bed and she scooted away toward the other side.
“No, Charlotte. Be a good girl.” He gripped her ankles and yanked her back down before digging in my bedside table for the cuffs. He handed me a set and I hobbled around to the other side of the bed. I grabbed her slender wrist and easily cuffed her to the metal headboard. Jax did the same. She pushed back until her knees were drawn up to her chest.
“Not a sound, Charlotte,” I said. “No one will hear you except Jax and me. And the only screaming you do is going to be when we’re buried deep in your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Understand?”
Her long hair fell into her eyes as she looked down at the black bedspread. I leaned over and pinched her chin. “Tell me you understand, princess, or I’ll get the ball gag again.”
“I understand.” Her voice was high, soft as a feather, and went straight to my dick. I was going to enjoy it even more when I heard her beg and cry for me to stop.
I sank down next to her and admired her tits, though now I wanted to see the full set. I stripped my shirt off and threw it to the floor.
“I’ll get the first aid shit.” Jax went into the marble bathroom and came back with the kit. He set up on the floor next to the bed and dabbed alcohol along my puncture wounds. It burned like a motherfucker. I kept my eyes on our captive.
I grabbed the blade from my night stand and finished the work on her top. I cut away the remaining strap and then slid the knife right up the middle, cutting the fabric away entirely. She flinched.
Jax began stitching me, stabs of pain interspersed with pulls as he sewed. It was nothing to me, just another distraction when all I wanted to see, to feel was the woman cuffed to my bed.