Page 42 of Right Number, Wrong Man

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My hard cock throbs and my balls are achingly heavy as I feast my eyes on Hailey.

Wrapped in the green-shimmering plastic with her skin flushed underneath, she looks like a work of art. She’s so pretty, lying there with pink scrawled across her cheeks and her bitten lips.

I never thought my cruel hunger for suffering could exist at the same time as this deep affection, but now I see they’re one and the same when I’m with her.

I want to torture her and put her through the sweetest torment because I love her, not despite it.

The trust between us makes my heart swell. It’s not simply her trusting me, I gotta trust her, too. Trust that she’ll submit to me and let herself be truly vulnerable. Trust that she’ll tell me if I go too far.

When I spanked her, there was something different about her disobedience. She wasn’t being a brat for the sake of pissing me off. It seemed as if that defiance was for her, like she needed to let herself go and experience catharsis through the pain .

I turn up the vibrations and Hailey’s hands clench into fists.

“I think I’m close agai—” she starts, cut off by a second orgasm whirling through her.

She tries to squirm away, but I keep the wand on her clit.

“Jax, please! I can’t stand this anymore,” she pleads, tears falling from her eyes. “I’m so—ah— so sensitive down there.”

“I thought Daddy’s little slut could handle more than two orgasms. Tough luck for you cause you don’t get a say in the matter, Sugar. Your pussy is mine and I’m gonna torture that kitty as long as I damn well please. You’ll come as often as I make you.”

I slide two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Her inner walls squeeze, hungrily sucking me in as I massage over her g-spot.

Hailey cries out, confusion in her gaze. “W-what are you doing to me? This feels weird, but also good? The pressure?—”

I twist my fingers, rubbing harder, and her pussy convulses. My dick twitches. I love how she responds to my touch, so reactive, so easy to read, so loud.

“Seriously! You have to stop!” she says between hectic breaths.

“Remember what you gotta say if you mean it.”

“I’ll pee myself if you don’t stop!” she squeals, panicked.

Her expression gives me pause. There’s real fear in her eyes—not the fun kind. She’s new to BDSM and might be too wrapped up in the scene to remember her safeword.

I take the vibrator off her clit and stop pumping my hand, giving her a chance to gather her thoughts.

“Did you go to the ladies’ room before we met?” I ask .

“Yes, down in the lobby before I came to your room.” Hailey frowns. “Strange, now I don’t have to pee anymore…”

“Then you don’t have to go,” I say decisively.

I know exactly what’s happening to her and she’ll regret it later if I let her stop me now.

I put the vibrator on her clit again and she yelps. More tears flow from her eyes, running down her cheeks as I fuck her with my fingers.

Her lips tremble. “Jax, don’t?—”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yes, but?—”

“And you know you can use your safeword anytime?”

She pouts. “Yes.”

“If you say it, this stops. I ain’t gonna be mad, I promise. But if you don’t wanna say it, you’ll have to trust me and let go of your fear.”

Hailey swallows hard. Then she lays her head back down.

“That’s my good girl. Relax, okay?”

She nods, and I pull out before roughly shoving three fingers back inside her, her pussy stretching around me.

Her nose scrunches. “It hurts, Daddy…”

“You can take it. Eyes on me, Sugar.”

I switch the vibrator on the highest setting. My fingers pump brutally, the wet sounds of her cunt music to my ears.

“That weird feeling—” She squirms. “It-it’s back. Oh… Oh, God?—”

Her legs quake and her hips rise as her pussy spasms, liquid gushing out of her, drenching my hand and the bed. Pleasure shoots up from my balls and I grit my teeth, barely stopping myself from coming, too .

Hailey’s mouth gapes as she gawks at me. Her face is even redder than before, a sob wrenching from her lips.

“I’m sorry! I told you I’ll pee if you don’t stop! This is so embarrassing! How could I?—”

“This was the hottest experience of my fucking life!” I interrupt. “Goddamn, I almost blew my load in my pants and the only reason I didn’t, is cause I wanna breed you so badly. Fuck, I love how hard you come and how loud you are. You look so sexy when you drench me in your cum.”

She blinks. “This stuff isn’t pee?”

“Didn’t know you could squirt, huh?”

“Uh… no?”

“Well, I had a suspicion when you told me you felt like you needed to pee. Many women describe the sensation like that.”

I turn off the vibrator and drop it on the bed. My hand is covered in her essence and I push two fingers under my mask and into my mouth. A groan reverberates through my chest as her taste hits my tongue.

Hailey stares in shock. I want to kiss her, let her taste herself right from my lips, and my heart aches that I can’t. Instead, I swipe along her slit, coating my fingers in more of her wetness before pressing them to her mouth.

“Taste how delicious you are and clean Daddy off,” I order.

Her tongue flicks over my fingers and a tingle swoops low in my gut as she opens wider. She sucks hard, the hollowing of her cheeks pushing me toward the point of no return again.

I need her. Now .

I pull out of her mouth with a wet pop. She looks at me like I’m larger than life as I get to work on the spreader bar, releasing her feet and tossing it on the floor .

“You really liked it? You’re not mad about the mess?” she asks quietly.

“I loved it. Screw the mess.”

Her brows rise. “But you probably want to clean up, right? I understand?—”

“Hell nah. I ain’t done with you.” I unzip my jeans. “Let’s see how much messier we can get together.”

My cock throbs as I free it from its prison. I hook a hand behind Hailey’s knee and drag her toward me before my flat palm hits her clit in a smack. She yelps as I flip her onto her stomach and pull up her hips, admiring her raw, red ass.

It’ll bruise nicely. Every time she sits down, she’ll remember my hands on her. For days, she’ll feel me with every move of her body, inside and out.

Jax , I correct myself and my chest pinches. She’ll remember Jax. Not me .

I shake my head. Our time together is limited and I can play the depressed fool when I’m home alone.

I press the pierced crown of my cock against her pussy, but even though she’s wetter than ever, she’s still tight. Her inner walls stretch wide to fit me as I slide into her and my spine ripples with pleasure.

“Ass up, face down is the right position for a free-use bitch like you,” I spit and her muscles pulse around me. “Now I wanna feel that perfect pussy choke my cock. You’re my breeding hole and you better take every drop of cum I got to give.”

“Breed me, Daddy! Put a baby in me, please!” Hailey pants.

She’s really getting into her role, huh? Counting sheep ain’t gonna help me now because I’m about to lose control.

One hand on her waist, I grab the vibrator with the other and switch it on. I reach around her stomach and press the toy against her clit while I pound her with quick, hard thrusts. My palm finds her ass in a rough slap, leaving a fresh red print on her bruises.

As Hailey unravels I spill into her, the echoes of her orgasm still rippling along my cock.

When I get my bearings, I turn off the wand and throw it on the bed. If I had my way, I’d stay inside Hailey like this forever, but her comfort is more important. This was an intense scene and it’s her first time being wrapped in plastic. Her first time squirting, too.

Tonight’s a night of many firsts for her and I want it to be a good experience.

I pull out, hastily cleaning myself with a tissue before I get dressed. When I turn Hailey on her back, she smiles, giving me a satisfied look from those heavy-lidded, whiskey eyes.

She winces as I take off the nipple clamps. The sight of her tortured nipples makes my cock stiffen again, but I don’t wanna put her through a second round.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Pretty hot. Temperature-wise, I mean.”

“You’re hot in every way there is.”

She giggles lazily. “Thanks.”

I grab the safety scissors and wriggle a hand under the plastic at her hip before cutting upward. It’s unlikely I’d nick her with the rounded tip, but I’d rather use my hand as a barrier.

I peel away the plastic and a violent shiver runs through her. Her flushed skin is damp with sweat, but I prepared for this part, too. Being a Dom ain’t just about punishment and pleasure. It’s aftercare, too.

I get a towel from the bathroom, helping Hailey to dry off. Her teeth chatter while I grab a blanket from my duffel bag and wrap her in it, pulling her into my lap. She leans against me, head resting on my chest.

Damn, she can definitely hear my pulse race.

So much for playing the cool-as-a-cucumber, unemotional Dom she wants me to be. I’m not cut out for casual. I’m a man for wedding bells and vows and forevers.

Hailey tugs on the blanket. “Pink cowboy boot print?” she asks, playfulness in her tired voice.

“So what?”

“I don’t believe for one second that you like pink.” She giggles.

“I bought it for you.”

I can’t tell her that it’s my favorite color, too—simply cause she loves it.

“How very sweet of you,” she teases.

“I have my moments.” I run a hand through her hair, combing it with my fingers. “Still doing fine? Blood flow alright? No numbness or dizziness?”

“I’m tired and sore, too hot and too cold, but I feel great. I’m empty in the best way, like all the tension I’ve been holding is gone.”

I hum in understanding and massage the base of her neck over her shoulders, tracing every tendon and every bone.

This woman makes me wanna believe in God cause it can’t be coincidence that a being as perfect as her exists. Somebody must’ve shaped her with intention. Carefully, reverently, ardently. She’s so full of light and grace and beauty, the world doesn’t deserve an angel like her.

A devil like me doesn’t deserve her, either, but I ain’t giving her up again. I’ll happily go to hell for making her mine.

When Hailey stops shivering, I carry her to the bathroom and sit her down on the counter by the sink while I turn the shower on.

“Have a nice, long shower. I’ll call the reception for fresh sheets and then I’ll order some room service for you. What do you wanna eat?” I ask.

She slides off the counter. “Nothing. I want to sleep when I’m done.”

“Nope. That won’t do, Sugar. You gotta eat something. Pick whatever you fancy. I’m paying.”

She rolls her eyes, but I let it slide this one time. “Then I want the biggest, juiciest burger they have. Medium rare. And fries! Double fries! And a vanilla milkshake. And a cupcake for dessert! Something with berries. Raspberry if they have.”

I tap my temple, touching the plastic of the mask. This thing is really starting to get on my nerves. “Yes, ma’am.”

At my words, Hailey’s head tilts in slow motion, her expression turning heavy. My heart drops.

“Jax, tonight was fun, but?—”

“But?” I ask, out of breath even though I’m standing still.

She laughs, waving a hand. “Oh, don’t mind me. My brain is mush. What the hell am I even saying? You’re right, I need a shower and some food to fix me.”

No, I ain’t buying it. Something’s wrong.

“Hailey—” I start, but she interrupts me.

“I’ll be done soon,” she says and unwraps herself, leaving the blanket on the counter.

When she steps into the shower, I walk out. There’s no point pressing her for an answer. She’s stubborn like me. All I can do is let her be and hope she’ll tell me another time.

I sit on the bed, cradling my head in my hands. I hate the next part .

The leaving.

I’ll make sure she eats and gets into bed. Then I’ll sit with her until she falls asleep. I can’t leave without making sure she’s safe and well after our session, physically and mentally.

But then I’ll have to go. That’s our deal.

No cuddling. No holding her while we fall asleep together.

I choke back a sob. What a wreck of a man I am.

Anything short of spending every minute of every day with her won’t ever be good enough. I want her everything, but I only get shreds and pieces of her. It hurts so bad.

How can I make this mess right and reveal my true identity without losing her again?