Page 41 of Right Number, Wrong Man
HAILEY
“Are you claustrophobic?” Jax asks.
A flicker of panic flares in my chest. “I don’t think so?”
“That doesn’t sound convincing. I’ve been fantasizin’ about wrapping you like a gorgeous little mummy before I have my way with you, but I won’t be disappointed if you don’t wanna do this.”
“No, I want to try it. Please, Daddy.”
“See the scissors on the bed there? If the plastic is too tight, if you’re too hot or if you can’t breathe, say your safeword and I’ll cut you out immediately. I’ll respect your no , even if it was a yes when we started. You’re allowed to change your mind.”
Mike never showed this much concern for me or what I wanted.
“Thanks, Jax.”
He snickers. “Don’t thank me yet. By the end of the night, you’re gonna be a pretty mess beggin’ for my cock.”
Then he methodically encases me in plastic.
Jax starts at my shoulders, coming around to my front. Before he wraps my breasts, he puts cotton balls on my nipples and instructs me to take a deep breath so I’ll get enough air. He goes around and around, pinning my arms at my sides, but he stops at my hips, leaving my pussy and ass exposed.
I wriggle. The wrapping traps heat against my skin and I’m starting to sweat. Oh, that’s why the AC is turned up! I’m grateful for the cool air—even more so when he plugs in the blow dryer and aims it at my body.
The plastic shrinks around me.
It melds to my form, squishing my breasts and forcing my arms tighter against my ribs, making it harder to breathe. I squirm and the plastic lightly pinches my skin, sending a zap of lust between my legs.
I can move my fingers, but I could never free myself. I’m entirely at his mercy.
Jax grabs the scissors. I tense as he cuts holes into the plastic over my nipples, but the cotton balls keep me safe from the blade. This man really thought of everything. I wonder how much planning it took to set up this scene.
He discards the cotton balls, and my nipples peak when the cool air hits them. Groaning, he reaches into the pockets of his jeans, adjusting his hard cock and I smile. I love how much I turn him on just by standing here.
From the bag, Jax takes two nipple clamps with pink heart charms and red crystals. “You wear so much pink and red, I thought you might like ‘em,” he says, a hint of shyness in his tone.
I giggle. It’s like when Colt gave me the pink revolver?—
NO! BAD GIRL! Be present in the moment, Hailey. Be in this super sexy, extremely hot moment.
“They’re so cute. I love them,” I say.
Jax’s head tilts and though his voice isn’t his own, I hear the smile in it. “They’re cute but they still got bite, Sugar. Just like you. ”
He rolls my left nipple between his fingers before the metal clamp digs into my flesh. I hiss, my brows drawing together, but the ache is like a stream of electricity flowing right to my clit.
“Don’t hold back,” he drawls and when he puts the second clamp on my other nipple, I let go. My toes curl as I cry out.
“Much better, dirty girl. Let me hear you,” he praises.
Though his eyes are hidden behind the mask, I can feel his stare trailing over my skin as he strides around me, admiring his handiwork. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me and my feet leave the floor, my stomach flipping.
I can’t help laughing. It’s like flying.
Jax carries me to the bed and sits on the edge, laying me face down across his lap. His rough palm draws over my ass, stroking so softly it’s actually pissing me off. I want to be fucked hard, not whatever this is.
I mewl impatiently and his touch withdraws—only to be replaced by a stinging smack.
“What the hell!” I shout, my pussy spasming.
He tuts. “That ain’t what you’re supposed to say.”
My head spins from the burn and the images crowding my mind. Memories of Colt gripping my wrist and telling me, I’m gonna lay you bare-assed across this counter and spank some sense into you.
Is this how Colt would do it?
I really shouldn’t think of him while I’m with Jax. Everything I want is here, but my brain won’t cooperate.
“You’re such an ass!” I yell, but I don’t know if I mean Jax or Colt.
“Watch your mouth. This was a test to see if you’ve learned your place in our dynamic and if you’d accept what I give you without question. Without reluctance. Without resistance.” His fingers trail over my thigh. “You failed, Sugar.”
Another sharp sting fans across my rear and I yelp.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Jax?”
“You ought to thank me after each strike.”
The sheer audacity to?—
Jax’s palm lands hard on my ass again and tears spring to my eyes. The first two were manageable, but the spot is getting sore.
“I can do this all night… but can you?” he asks. “Just say three words and the pain will go away. Thank you, Sir . That’s all I wanna hear.”
“Fuck you and your power trip!” I bring out.
He smacks me again and I bite down on my lip, tasting blood. I don’t know why I’m being so stubborn. Thanking him isn’t a big deal. I’ve done it before, but for some reason, it feels amazing to fight back.
His calm patience. The sharp pain.
I want to resist a while longer. I want to hurt and forget about my troubles. The frustration I held back in my loveless marriage. Those complicated emotions about Colt that don’t make sense.
I want the pain to take it all away, make me forget.
Jax’s hand meets my ass once more and tears stream down my face. My hips shift restlessly with a roiling warmth, wetness collecting between my legs.
I sob through the next strikes, every contact sending a bolt of desire through my core. He pauses between each smack, but he never waits the same amount of time. The anticipation whips me into a frenzy, making every hit a surprise.
I lose track of how often his palm punishes my sore flesh. I curse like I’ve never cursed before, vitriol spilling from my lips like I’m possessed by a very horny and equally angry demon.
Soon, I don’t feel like a woman anymore. I’m just formless heat, nameless pain and mindless lust.
And then finally— finally —I’m ready to give him what he wants.
“Thank you, Sir,” I sob deliriously.
Jax’s hand tangles gently in my hair. “Good girl,” he whispers, and his tone is so sweet, I can’t believe he’s the same man who gave me a bruised ass.
He lays me tenderly on the bed, the sheets chafing on my rear. I whimper, but he shushes me while he opens the bottled water and puts a hand under my head, helping me to drink.
“Do you wanna continue the session?” he asks, setting the bottle aside on the nightstand.
I nod. Speaking is too much right now. Somewhere through the pain, I lost my voice. I lost myself a little, too, but that’s okay. It’s freeing to have all decisions taken from me and lie here, let him do whatever he wants to do to me.
Jax takes the metal bar and spreads my legs, attaching the soft leather cuffs to my ankles. My drenched cunt throbs. Being unable to close my legs isn’t just humiliating, it makes every sensation down there more intense.
“My little slut is already so wet,” he drawls. “You like being tied up and spanked, don’t you?”
I whine in agreement. It feels like I’m floating, detached from reality.
Jax plugs in the vibrator wand and it buzzes with terrifying power. He catches my surprised expression, chuckling.
“You were mighty pissed when I ruined your orgasm in the parking lot, right?” he asks .
I balk, the anger bringing back my voice in a rasp. “It was awful! You better not do that again.”
“Aw, you still think you can give me orders? That’s adorable. Tonight’s gonna be one long, hard lesson for you.”
Jax presses the wand against my clit. Thunder rolls through me and my back arches off the sheets as mind-numbing vibrations overwhelm me.
Did the manufacturer put the motor of a jackhammer into this thing? I should be wearing a hard hat and a hi-vis vest.
Jax tugs on a nipple clamp and I can’t control my body. My hips buck, my legs shake.
An orgasm hits me like a hurricane, turning my moans into cries, but I drop from the peak as fast as I reached it and Jax kicks the vibrations up another gear.
“Please, please…” I whimper breathlessly. “No more, Sir!”
“You wanted uninterrupted pleasure, didn’t you? I’m gonna rip orgasm after orgasm from your ripe cunt, but even if you beg me to stop, I’ll keep goin’. Tonight, I’ll make you come until you pass out.”