Page 31 of Traitorous Lies (Prey Security: Charlie Team #6)

Chapter

Sixteen

Jax finally relaxed as he guided Monique into the suite he’d just booked for them at a nice hotel, a short drive from the private airfield where one of the Delta Team guys would pick them up in the early hours of tomorrow morning.

Safe.

For now, at least.

He’d bypassed several other airfields that Prey would have clearance to fly in and out of at short notice, because he wanted to put as much distance between him and Monique and the men her father had sent after them as he could.

Tomorrow, once he had her tucked away safely on the Delta Team compound, he’d sit down with Monique and they'd talk. Really talk. About every piece of evidence they had pointing to her father as one of the rapists, and then they’d work through with her and see if she could come up with some ideas of where her dad might be hiding out like the coward he was .

But not tonight.

Tonight, he needed to make sure Monique ate, showered, and slept.

They’d picked up some food, toiletries, and a couple of changes of clothes along the way, so she could take a nice long shower or bath, put on some clean clothes, eat something, and then fall into bed for a few hours of sleep before they had to leave for the airfield.

“You can use the bathroom first,” he offered as he made sure the door was securely locked behind them.

Jax had chosen a hotel where you had to use your room key card to access the lift, so if they were tracked there, it would make it that little bit harder for the men to do anything more than wait in the lobby.

Something that would be obvious in the next few hours once the guests all hit their rooms.

“Are you coming with me?” Monique asked, and his heart clenched.

He hated that she was so afraid after what she’d been through these last couple of weeks that she was now afraid to take a shower alone.

If he could go back and undo everything, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Find another way, any other way, to get the intel he’d needed to protect his family without hurting this sweet, brave woman in the process.

Today she’d been amazing, driving that car like a pro, and fighting the urge to slow down or turn away from the oncoming collision until he’d given her the word.

She’d even managed to navigate through the trees without hitting any of them.

He was so proud of her, and he admired her strength and determination, and if she needed a little coddling right now, he would give it to her.

Only when he turned to tell her he’d sit on the floor in the bathroom with his eyes closed while she cleaned up, it wasn't fear he found in the gray eyes watching him, it was something else.

Heat.

Desire.

Need.

“You did say I deserved a punishment for manipulating you back at the rescue,” she said, and her voice wasn't scared or anxious, it was sultry and seductive.

Jax groaned. There was nothing more he’d love to do than take Monique to bed and take his time with her, teasing her, punishing her, making love to her.

But now wasn't that time. Regardless of whether she was initiating it, it felt like he’d be taking advantage.

It had been a high-stakes day, and she’d been riding an adrenaline high.

Could he believe that this was what she really wanted and that she wouldn't regret it in the morning?

As though sensing he wasn't going to give her what she was demanding, Monique sidled up to him, boldly cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing just enough to draw another groan from his lips.

“Unless of course you’d rather be the one to accept a punishment,” she sassed, an amused spark in her eyes along with a heavy dose of desire.

Capturing her wrist, he spun her in one smooth movement until she was pinned against his chest, her back to his front. “Not sure it’s a punishment, princess, when you’re this excited about it.”

Instead of answering him, she wriggled her backside against the ridge in his pants, and he huffed a chuckle.

His little princess had no idea what she was getting herself into.

She might have a wild streak, and an apparent kink for punishment, but she was so sweet and inexperienced in this kind of sex that he couldn’t wait to blow her mind.

Guiding the hand he held into her pants, he dragged her fingers along her center. “Are you wet for me, princess?”

“Yes,” she said on a moan as he pressed her fingers against her entrance and then swirled them around her bud.

“Are you excited for your punishment?”

“Yes.”

When he pulled her hand free and sucked her fingers into his mouth, she gasped, and looked up at him over her shoulder, her pupils blown, her tongue darting out to swipe along her bottom lip.

Corrupting his sweet princess was going to be fun.

Releasing her, he stepped back, amused when she mewed a protest. She was going to do a whole lot of protesting before she got what she wanted tonight. A whole lot of begging, too.

“Strip and go lie on the bed,” he ordered, and watched as she scurried to do as he commanded.

Only once she was naked and settled on the large bed in the center of the room did he move.

Opening the bags of clothes they’d bought, Jax wished they’d been able to stop by his house instead.

There he had everything he needed to make this punishment perfect, but he was sure he’d be able to improvise.

There was one thing he always traveled with that he was glad he had.

Suffering from debilitating cramps in his legs as a kid, he’d gotten accustomed to carrying a deep tissue massager with him.

It wouldn't be as good as the collection of vibrators he had at his house for the occasional time he allowed himself to spend a little time with a woman, but it would do the job.

“Last chance to back out, princess,” he warned as he approached the bed, stalking toward his prey and more than ready to teach her a lesson. One he hoped she would never forget, because in the end, nothing was more important to him than her safety.

Although her eyes were wide as she took in the two pairs of socks he had in his hands, she shook her head. “Don’t want to back out.”

“Okay then, but don’t forget this is a punishment,” he reminded her as he took one of her wrists, touching a kiss to the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist before he wrapped the makeshift binding around it and tied it to one of the bedposts.

“Do you remember what your punishment is going to be?”

“You won't let me come for an hour.” She said the words, but he could tell she didn't really believe him.

Her mistake.

Hour or not, she was going to be writhing, panting, begging, and crying for an orgasm before he allowed her to come.

“That’s right. Because you were a bad girl, weren't you?” he asked as he repeated the process with her other arm, kissing her wrist before binding it just tight enough to the bedpost.

“Y-yes,” she said, her eyes watching his every move with curiosity that was going to wind up killing the cat.

“What's the most important thing?” Jax asked as he moved to the foot of the bed and trailed a line of kisses along the inside of one of her legs, all the way down to her ankle.

When she hadn't answered by the time he had her ankle secured to the bedpost, he smacked his fingers lightly against her bundle of nerves, making her jolt.

“Answer me, princess. What's the most important thing?”

“My safety,” she said obediently .

“That’s right. And you’ll remember this punishment the next time you think you can manipulate me, won't you?” he asked as he trailed another line of kisses down her other leg, then tied it firmly to the bedpost, leaving her spreadeagled before him.

“Yes.”

“Now you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, won't you, princess? Because you know you deserve it.”

“Yes,” she quickly agreed. Although when he moved to pick up the massager and its buzz filled the room, she jerked on the bed in surprise.

“Not as good as what I have at home, but I think this will still effectively teach you a lesson.” Positioning himself on the bed beside her, Jax stroked his fingers down her cheek, then let them drift down her body.

Circling one of her breasts, dipping into her belly button, then sweeping between her legs to scoop up the evidence of her arousal.

Using that, he coated the vibrating end of the massager and then moved it between her legs.

At the first touch of the tool against her sensitive bud, Monique’s hips jolted off the bed, and he chuckled. So sweet. So innocent. So corruptible.

Holding the toy firmly against her, he lazily massaged one of her breasts, plucking at her nipple until it pebbled beneath his ministrations.

Watching her body carefully, the second he thought she was close to coming, he removed the toy, making her whimper, her hips rocking as she sought the friction she needed to find a release.

“Nuh-uh,” he reminded her. “You don’t get to come until I'm ready for you.”

“Jax, please, I won't put myself in danger again,” she pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes as though that was going to convince him to let her come this quickly.

Without giving her an answer, he leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her slowly, sensually, taking his time, in no hurry to end the night. He could do this for hours, the question was, could Monique?

When he knew the approaching orgasm would have receded enough to play again, he pulled his mouth from hers, and returned the toy to between her legs, playing with her other breast as he watched the orgasm begin to build .

This time, when he withdrew the toy, Monique cried out her displeasure. “Please, Jax,” she begged. “Please. I'm so close.”

“And you’ll remain close until I'm sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I have.”

Touching a kiss to the tip of her nose, he shook his head. “Not yet you haven’t. But you will.”