Jax The next morning, I head to work in my highest heels, my best lingerie, and a determination I haven’t felt in years. After making sure Scott was comfortable the night before, I had no choice but to leave him with Ben and Seb and head to the club. Without Scott, we were short-staffed, and I’d had to deal with a shit ton of problems the minute I’d walked through the doors. When I finally fell asle ep after getting back at almost 3 am, my dreams were filled with armed men breaking down the door of our house and my brothers getting shot in the head. Waking, soaked in sweat, I scrambled out of my bed and walked along the hallway to Scott’s room, only to find him sle eping peacefully. I curled up on the floor beside his bed, listening to the reassuring sound of his breathing as I fell into a fitful sle ep. We’ve got to get this money and get these assholes off Scott. The thought of him getting beat up again or worse makes me want to throw up. As I walk into the office building, I should be exhausted, but instead I’m vibrating with energy. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m going to be able to save my brother, or the prospect of fucking Gray Jones that has me so wired, but either way, I will be ending the day with his dick inside me. Before I head to my desk, there’s one quick stop I have to make first. Pressing the central button in the elevator, I get out at the third floor and walk toward Fran Morgan’s desk. I’m not surprised to find her in her office already. She’s the only person on her floor at this hour, reading over a document, her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She jolts back when I knock, looking up irritably before raising her eyebrows in confusion. I st ep into the room, and she blinks. “Oh... Jacqueline, right?” she says. “Everybody calls me Jax,” I r eply with a half-smile. “Here, I brought you these.” I take a pair of the tights she admired out of my bag and hand them over. They’re brand new and still in their packaging. “I thought you might like a pair.” She reaches out to them as if I were handing her a bomb. “Wow. You brought these from home?” “I have a lot of them, and I figured you might not be able to find them online.” “Th-thank you,” she says, examining them with a little smile on her face. “That was kind of you.” “Where do you get your nails done?” She looks up, glancing down at her fingernails. “Uh, there’s a place on Madison near my house. It’s run by a Vietnamese family, and they also own an amazing restaurant around there if you like spicy food. They’re very thorough. I’ve been going there for years.”
“Thanks, I might check them out.” I turn to leave, but then I stop, wondering if I’m about to derail all the good work I just did. “Uh, can I ask you something?” I say, turning back to her. She looks up, frowning at me. “Sure.” “It’s just... The presentation you sent over yesterday. It’s for the quarter, right?” “Yeah, why?” “Well, I noticed in one of the slides that the math was wrong.” She narrows her eyes at me, and I raise my hands in protest. “It might be me who’s wrong. I’ve been here like five minutes.” “Which slide?” she asks snippily. “All the others have the annual figures in, but then in slide six it looks as if Q4 got left out.” She clicks her mouse a few times, rubbing the corner of her left eye. She looks almost as exhausted as me and I’m worried I shouldn’t have brought it up, but then she glances over at me with a nod. “You’re right, I used the data pulled from the spreadsheet and the formula’s off. Thanks for catching that. Did you send it to Gray yet?” “Not yet. I was going to do it first thing.” “I’ll resend it. Thanks, Jax.” I leave before it gets awkward, but at least she didn’t blow up at me. Riding up to my floor, I st ep out with a buzzing sense of excitement. I really shouldn’t be anticipating sex with a client to this extent, but my body needs to feel his hands on me again. I can’t believe he agreed to wait when I stopped him mid-way through yesterday. In hindsight, I’m lucky not to have been fired for that stunt. But when I get to my desk, I’m disappointed to see he isn’t in his office. Panicking that he might somehow be out for the rest of the week, I check his schedule, breathing a sigh of relief when I see that he has a meeting this afternoon here. But what if he moves it? For the rest of the day, I’m on pins and needles, wondering whether he’ll show. I’m annoyed at how turned on I am just from the idea of him arriving back in the office. There’s every chance he has decided to fire me. What kind of an escort refuses to fuck their client and then demands cash for the privilege? The day drags on, and as five o’clock nears, I’m getting desperate. If he doesn’t show today and, for some reason, he’s busy for the next two days, I won’t have the cash I need for Sunday. The elevator dings at the back of the floor, and I tense up, knowing instinctively that it’s Jones before he even comes into sight. It’s almost alarming how happy I am to see him, and as he walks past my desk, there’s a heat in his eyes that makes me a little weak in the knees. “Come into my office in ten minutes, Jacqueline. I have the d eposit for you to deal with.” I nod, glancing behind me as the rest of the office begins to empty out. Most of the employees leave at the dot of five.
I wouldn’t leave now if the building were on fire. I wait for ten minutes as he requested, nerves and anticipation fighting for dominance inside me. It isn’t like I haven’t had sex with a guy before, but I’ve never been with anyone quite like Gray Jones. He looks impossibly tall behind his desk as I walk in, glaring at me until I close the door behind me. “I hear you’ve been buttering Fran up,” he says as he continues scrolling on his computer. “Thought it couldn’t hurt,” I say blithely. “Hm, well, she seems to be coming around, which is sort of incredible after the show you put on in the boardroom.” I scoff, hovering by the door. The huge sculpture of the dice is on the left of me, and I walk over to it. It’s beautiful, carved with hundreds of words on each side. Where the three is displayed, hundreds and thousands of the word ‘three’ cover the surface in different blacks and grays. I wonder what prompted him to buy it. There’s a quiet thud behind me, and I turn to see a pile of cash on the surface of his desk. Mr. Asshole is standing beside it, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “You got your wish, against my better judgment. I should have thrown you out on your ass.” “But you didn’t,” I say, swe eping my hair behind my back. “No. God knows why. Come over here and take a look at your winnings. There’s more there than there should be. If you behave, you’ll get all of it.” I should probably feel shame at him flaunting my role in front of me like this, but the sight of all that money makes me feel both elated and excited. I walk over to him, determined to make this the best sex he’s ever had, but he doesn’t move toward me, and I can’t read him at all. His blue eyes are striking in the half-light, and my throat constricts as I glance down at the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. We stand there together, neither of us moving, his eyes never leaving my face. “Aren’t you going to ask me what it is I want you to do?” he says coldly. “I figured you’d just tell me,” I snap back. I don’t like this dynamic. I’m better when I’m in control. “Fine. Bend over the desk.” I let out a little breath of relief. I’ve been fucked from behind a lot. I like it, it’s less intimate, and I don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying it as much as he might think I am. I don’t remove any of my clothing; I just bend over the desk, just like he asked. I gasp as he kicks my feet apart, and I land on my elbows against the surface. “You’re a fucking nightmare,” he says, a hand smoothing over my ass. “I can’t believe how much I need to fuck you. Once it’s out of my system, you can go on your merry way, and I’ll forget you were ever here.” I remain still, unsure what’s going to follow, but finally, after an eternity, he pushes my feet back together, shoves my skirt up around my waist, and rips my tights and panties down my legs. They land
above my ankles as he maneuvers my legs apart again, stretching the fabric to a breaking point. My thighs are trembling with anticipation now, and I can’t wait for him to do something. This is all too slow. I can’t see what he’s doing, and it’s making me nervous. “You like what you see?” he asks me. Frowning, I’m confused by what he’s talking about, but then I realize it’s about the money laid out beneath me on the surface. “I think you’re a whore for a dollar bill,” he says, smoothing his hand over my ass. “Don’t call me a whore,” I bark back, and a second later, a stinging slap lands on my ass cheek. It’s so unexpected, and I cry out. I push myself up and spin around to face him before I’ve even thought about what I’m doing. “What the fuck?” I demand as he takes a st ep forward, grips both my wrists, and pins them behind my back, his body crushing me against the table. His pupils are wide and dark with lust as his dick slides against my legs. “You’re going to bend over this desk, staring at the money you demanded, and I’m going to punish you for being a fucking cocktease,” he says menacingly. “You’re going to be silent, and take everything I give you, and then I’m going to shove my cock in this wet little hole and fucking own you.” The threatening quality in his voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard as his hands tighten around my wrists to the point of pain. “And if I refuse?” I ask. I want my voice to sound authoritative, but it’s weak and breathless. The sharp sting against my ass somehow emptied my head of all the thoughts bouncing around inside it, giving me a blissful moment of sweet relief. I groan as he pushes his cock against me again. “Then I’ll fuck you right now, hard and fast, and I won’t bother with getting you off, and you’ll be out of a fucking job.” “You’re a piece of shit,” I growl, but he just smirks at me. “You can’t be a cunt without consequences, Jacqueline.” “Jax. My name is fucking Jax.” “Something tells me you’ve never been punished before,” he murmurs, his eyes running over my hair. “Now, which is it?” he continues. “You want all this cash, and a hard fuck, or do you want to go back to Sterling House with your tail between your legs?” I stare at him, his smug expression doing strange things to my insides as Scott’s bloodied, beaten face comes into focus in my mind. “Do your fucking worst,” I murmur, and finally, I see him smile. It’s not a smirk or a smug look of satisfaction; it’s a small, but genuine smile, almost of relief. Then he spins me around and shoves me against the surface of the desk. It’s paralyzing, as I balance myself on my arms and wait. Did I really just agree to— A sharp crack lands against my left ass cheek, and I wince as the sting intensifies. He’s not going easy on me, and I hope to god no one’s still in the office.
Can they hear us? It must be empty, or he wouldn’t be doing this. Another blow lands on the other cheek, and an in voluntary cry falls from my lips as he begins to spank me in a steady rhythm. Each slap of his palm makes the tendrils of peace inside my head grow a little longer, and by the fifth slap, I’m craving the next. Each time his hand connects with my flesh, it’s not just pain anymore, but intense, sweet pleasure that ripples through my body. I can feel how wet I am, and I’m biting down on my lip to ke ep from groaning and screaming every time. Jesus, why have I never done this before? The blows ke ep coming, each one more exquisite than the last, until I’m panting, holding back desperate moans as I writhe and shudder beneath him. By the time he’s done, I can hear his labored breathing. I’m face down on the desk, my cheek pressed into the money he’s about to give me, and I’m soaked between my legs, dripping down my thighs, desperate for him. I need him to do whatever he wants to me, shove his cock into me, and just use my body however he likes. But instead, I feel a gentle hand pull me up to standing. “Take off your shoes, you’ll be more comfortable.” I don’t recognize that voice. It’s kind and intimate, and I barely register what’s happening as his warm hand rests on my back and he bends down and removes my shoes and underwear. I can’t help leaning heavily against his body as he turns me around. “Alright?” he murmurs. “Mmm.” I’m just blissed out, my ass sore and burning, but in the best way. All the worry, the pain, the panic of what’s happened to my brother. Everything has magically floated away. He lets out a little breath of laughter as he pushes me back against the desk. I’m languid in his arms and have a strange tugging need in my gut. I want him to touch me, for him to surround me completely. The brush of his fingers against my skin is divine. “You took your punishment very well, Jacqueline,” he says, the darkness coming back into his voice as I shudder. “You want your reward?” I nod, and he pushes me onto the desk, my legs splayed to accommodate his hips. I open my eyes, shocked to find him naked from the waist down. When did he take off his pants? His white shirt is loose, a bronze triangle of skin open at the neck. I want to lick it. “I need words, Jacqueline. I want you to beg for my cock. Beg me to make you feel good.” My head lolls back in ecstasy, and I can’t even remember my own name anymore. This is the best feeling in the world. “Please,” I sigh, and then can’t help the sharp, high cry that breaks free as he shoves his cock into me in one slow thrust. He’s thick, gloriously long, and I’m so wet I take him without needing any pr ep at all. I swallow him whole, and there’s a moment where I feel tears well in my eyes. I don’t know what’s going on in my body, but it’s the best I’ve felt in years.
Thank god both of our tests came back and we’re all free and clear because I can’t imagine having to fuck him with a condom instead of all his bare glory. Slowly, he starts to thrust, his hand coming up to cradle my head. My ass is pressed against the surface of the desk, and each thrust makes it burn all the more. “Fuck.” The word is punched out of me. “More.” Am I really begging this man? His movements start to speed up, his hips rocking into me, pleasure shivering through every part of me as I begin to come back to full awareness. The haze fades as the pleasure really takes hold, and my hands come up to grip his shoulders. As soon as I touch him, he lays me down on the desk, pulling my ass off it, as he shoves his cock inside me over and over, the moans and cries falling from my lips impossible to stifle. I can feel my orgasm building, like lightning rods between my legs, and as I writhe beneath him he pulls me back up, thrusting into me one last time, as his lips brush against me with one final demand. “Come on my dick.” Then the door of his office opens, and someone walks in.