Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (47 page)

“Am I presentable, sir?” she teased. His eyes flared, and she thought,
bull’s-eye
. Addressing him that way in her very best submissive voice never failed to earn her a delicious response.

His eyes moved, scorching her skin with sensual scrutiny that got her damp instantly.
Dammit.
They hadn’t even left and already she was in trouble.

Moving toward her he growled, “No. Something’s missing.”

What? No! She’d done just as he asked.
Damn.
What had she forgotten? Worried, she bit her lip and started to object when she saw him reaching into his suit jacket. The long rectangular box he pulled out effectively shut down all her mental processes.

Brynn’s mouth dropped on a gasp when Jax cracked open the lid and her eyes took in the beautiful blue sapphire and diamond necklace with matching earrings nestled in the velvet interior. Oh. My. God.
Jewelry
?

“Turn around,” she heard him murmur softly. He reached around her throat and hung the dazzling necklace that sat on her skin above the neckline of her dress. She couldn’t help the delicious shiver that raced through her senses when she felt his big hands fasten the delicate chain. Next, with a dexterity that astonished, he placed the teardrop earrings in each of her ears and ended with a soft kiss on her neck.

He pulled her around to face him again and smiled with approval. “They match your eyes.” She couldn’t speak. The gift was so unexpected she wouldn’t know what to say.

J
AX WAS FEELING AWFULLY PLEASED with himself as they made their way into the restaurant and onto the enclosed terrace overlooking the river where they were seated in an out-of-the way corner dotted by potted palms and twinkling lights. It was classy, romantic, and exactly what he wanted.

Brynn had been completely silent from the moment he’d draped her in the outrageously expensive jewelry. The gift was fucking perfect and gave him one of those surreal king of the world sensations when he saw her wearing the magnificent jewels. He hadn’t told her that he intended to fuck her into oblivion wearing nothing but those sapphires—the admission might have spoiled the moment, but that didn’t stop him from imagining that very scenario in a non-stop loop in his mind.

Whenever she fingered the necklace around her throat or touched the delicate dangles hanging from her ears, she looked at him in such a way that he just wanted to freeze each moment in time.

At one point when she excused herself to the ladies’ room, he watched her walk away from him in those dick hardening shoes and marveled at the genteel way she looked, knowing full well that beneath the modest dress she was wearing the sort of silk and lace that was meant to enflame his senses. Only, he knew that before the night was out, those beautiful legs in their delicate silk stockings were going to be over his shoulders while he buried his cock in her balls deep.

Everything was going exactly as he’d planned with plenty of champagne loosening her up until by the time they made it to the playhouse for the campy sing-along, she was a willing and eager participant. In fact, he’d smiled and laughed so much Jax thought his face might crack.

Afterward, they strolled hand in hand along a secluded pathway by the river, the cool nighttime air making her huddle close to his warmth. Being ever the gentleman, he’d removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders pulling her back against his chest as they watched the lights twinkle on the banks of the river.

“This is perfect, Jax,” she purred. The audacious little wiggle of her naughty ass that she added for emphasis against his groin made him laugh.

With her body shielded from view by the darkness, his body wrapped around her and the way his jacket hung, he nibbled on her neck and snaked his hand under the hem of her dress.

“You’re perfect, my love,” he whispered as his fingers made their way to the wicked panties with the convenient opening. “Spread your legs a little wider, baby,” he groaned in her ear. “Sir wants to play with your pussy a little.”

The way her breath hitched fired him up. So too did the quick repositioning of her feet on the walkway that gave him easy access to her luscious center. He found her wet and willing, not a surprise, and grunted his approval as he slowly inserted a finger into her sexy as fuck pussy. When it was lodged deep, he used his palm and the rest of his fingers to calmly cup her femininity as she began to tremble and pant. It was fucking beautiful and erotic, being out in the open with his finger buried inside her. Jax underestimated how turned on he’d be by the simple act as his cock surged with arousal, hardening unbearably.

“I like these panties, baby.” His voice sounded harsh and the words a bit slurred. Not from the alcohol but from the lust swelling his flesh and invading his mind. “I want you to wear them whenever you have a dress on.”

Gasping, she wiggled her ass again and whimpered, “Um, okay.”

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled as he nibbled some more on the soft skin of her neck. “Good girl now, hm
mmm
? Bad girl later.”

He smiled against her skin when her sweet wet pussy clenched. “Jax?” she whimpered.

“It’s okay baby. Nobody can see. Hold the jacket closed if you’re feeling shy.”

She nodded like someone in a trance, gathering the jacket together and breathing heavily. His finger wasn’t moving, he was just standing there with it buried inside her but Brynn’s sexy body was melting with desire. Jax pressed his hard cock against her ass and groaned.

He knew she loved it when he talked dirty. The filthier and dirtier the better which was fine by him. Telling her in explicit terms how he planned to use her delectable body was a pleasure in and of itself.

“I want to slide another finger inside you, love. Is that okay?” He bit back a laugh when she nodded so quickly her head almost took out his front teeth. Eager little wanton. He fucking loved her like this.

When he added the second finger her legs shook, and he heard her try to swallow a rumbling, “
Unf
.”

This time he slid both digits in and out in mind-blowing slow motion, whispering to her, “M
mmm
. So wet and juicy.” She slumped against him but somehow stayed standing.

“Are you thinking about me fucking you, baby? My big, hard cock being swallowed whole by your luscious cunt? You want that, don’t you?”

She was panting and moaning softly as he worked her pussy and ground his hand against her clit. When she started to breathe heavily he bit her earlobe and growled, “No coming Brynn. This is just an appetizer.”

She bent forward and grabbed the railing at the edge of the walkway and pretty much clutched her muscles around his fingers and pushed her ass into his groin. “Oh God,” she sobbed. “Jax, please, don’t.”

He pulled her back and bit her neck. “I’m serious, baby. You do
not
have permission to come.” At no point did he stop what his hand was doing.

She whimpered, shook her head, and just like that came in a heated rush, exactly like he knew she would. Man, he really liked these crotch-less panties. They were fucking perfect for their sexy playtimes. Being exposed and out in public while he fingered her was amazing. Telling her she couldn’t come after torturing her clit and massaging her pussy had been a stroke of genius on his part. There was no way she was going to be able to fend off an orgasm.

She was shaking like crazy and mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, sir.” He had to laugh. If she thought one well-placed “sir” was going to save her ass from being taught a lesson for not obeying his command, she had another thing coming. This right here was a game they played really, really well.

“Aw, poor naughty Brynn and her insatiable pussy. I’m afraid you’re going to need some discipline for being so disobedient. What should I do with my fingers now that they’re covered with your wetness, hmmm?” His cock pulsed when she laid her head on his shoulder and opened her mouth. A
hhhh
. She knew the drill.

When he pulled his fingers out of her she whimpered softly. Brynn always reacted when he left her body. That whimper turned to a deep groan when he fed his fingers into her open mouth and pushed deep. Her lips closed around them while her tongue swirled and danced, cleaning them off with neat efficiency.

“Now turn around and kiss me so I can taste the come coating your tongue. Make it good too. Show me with your mouth how you want me to fuck you, and I’ll think about whether you deserve my cock or not.”

She turned and grabbed onto him as his jacket started to fall off her shoulders. He caught it with one hand and stood there passively while she did exactly what he asked. Kissing him like crazy, swirling her tongue against his, stabbing it in and out of his mouth. Before she pulled back she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and growled, low and deep.

“We need more champagne,” he told her with a lazy smirk. “The taste of Brynn’s pussy and a glass of bubbly should go quite well together.”

She looked slightly shell-shocked when he grabbed her hand and began stomping along the walkway, pulling her behind him as she stumbled in her high heels. At the entrance to a five star restaurant, he removed his jacket from her shoulders, handed it to her and raised an eyebrow. She took it and dutifully held it open so he could slide it on, then stepped in front of him and patted down his collar and made sure his tie was perfect. He leered at her. His little slave girl.

There wasn’t anybody around so he gave her an aggressive shove through the door and grabbed a handful of her ass for a hard squeeze just as a reminder of who was the one in charge.

Finding a dark table in the back of the bar, he quickly arranged for a bottle of their best champagne while his eyes never left her face.

When they were alone again he leaned close and said, “Tell me why you need to be disciplined, Brynn.” He saw the twinkle in her eyes and nodded with intense satisfaction. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

“I came without permission,” she whispered.

“And?” he drawled silkily.

She looked a bit confused at the question but certainly came back with an interesting answer after a second of thought.

“And I’d do it again?”

It was damn hard not to laugh that she made her response into a question. Naughty little shit.

“Try again unless you want me to spank your bottom right here where everyone can see. And before you think I wouldn’t do it, remember that every guy in this place would silently cheer me on.”

This time it was her trying not to laugh. She knew damn fucking well he’d never expose her that way, but it was fun as shit to pretend that he would.

He asked again, “And?”

Wicked Brynn put her hand high on his thigh, turned into him, and toyed with a button on his shirt saying, “And you command my orgasms.
Sir
,” she added with a smirk.

The waiter appeared with an ice bucket, two champagne flutes, and a bottle of Cristal. Before Jax sent him away he took care of the arrangements for the bar bill and made it pretty damn clear to the savvy man that he’d be getting a substantial tip if he stayed clear of their table and made sure nobody bothered them. The guy never so much as blinked an eye, which told Jax this sort of request wasn’t exactly unusual.

They sat there, side by side, sipping the icy champagne while he toyed with her some more. “Shall I let you choose your own punishment, I wonder?” he asked aloud. “Mmmm. Perhaps not. Naughty Brynn would enjoy that way too much.”

“Maybe you would let me work off the punishment? I’m sure there’s
something
I could do that could make up for one little orgasm.”

Fuck. She was adorable. “I don’t know, baby. You ruined all my plans for this evening by coming when you did.”

She finished her champagne and set the flute down, looking at him like a bad kid. When her mouth formed a picture perfect moue and her eyes lowered, he slid his hand under her dress and said, “This one time I’m going to give you a second chance.” Her legs parted instantly, and she canted her hips on the seat to give him total access.

She leaned in and pressed her sweet lips on his. “Thank you, baby. I’ll be good this time.”

He refilled their glasses and proposed a toast as his fingers parted her damp folds and rubbed back and forth. “To Brynn’s sweet pussy,” he murmured low so only she would hear. Jax very much liked the sly smile she gave him as their glasses touched and she took a long, slow swallow.

“May I also make a toast?” she asked with all the innocence of an untouched virgin.

He circled her clit with his thumb and smirked into her suddenly smoky eyes. “You can try, I suppose,” he chuckled, sliding a finger deep inside her and mercilessly rubbing the wet walls of her sweet pussy.

“Oh, ummmm,” she mumbled. “Um…” she tried again. It took her a couple of seconds, but she got it together and smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily as she whispered, “To your beautiful, manly cock, which I hope to have in my mouth before the night is through.” She clinked her glass against his as a hoarse laugh erupted from his chest. Oh hell yeah—she could be damn fucking sure
that
was going to happen and way sooner than she thought.