58 Yellow

Jackson stares at me like I am a priceless piece of art as I lay here restrained to the bed by my wrists. My heart is beating so hard I feel it in my ears and I can see the beat by the way my breasts shiver. I take in a shuddering breath as bites the corner of his bottom lip before running his tongue along it's edge, like a predator who can already taste his prey. 

The thought alone makes a shudder run through me in anticipation, knowing that he can give me pleasure like I've never known before. He slowly starts to remove his shirt, letting his shirt tighten around those broad shoulders, highlighting those strong muscles that are camouflaged under his suits. I watch his arms and chest muscles flex as he takes the shirt from his arms to toss over my vanity chair. 

I feel my arousal growing between my legs, begging to be touched, filled, fucked, by him. His hands undo the button on his slacks and I feel a fresh rush of wetness gather between my legs that I have to shift them. The movement is caught by Jackson as his slacks hit the floor and a knowing grin enters his eyes but he keeps his mouth relaxed. 

"Spread your legs." Jackson demands.

I feel the heat flood my face as I shakily spread my legs for him.

"Bend your knees." 

The heat becomes hotter as I swallow hard and bend my knees, exposing myself to him. I take in a deep breath as Jackson approaches the side of the bed keeping eye contact with me. He drags his hand from my ankle to my knee, before sliding down the inside of my thigh like a drop of water down a window pain. When his finger glides along my lips, I close my eyes embarrassed over the obvious wet sound that is made. 

"Eyes on me." 

I open my eyes just as he slips a digit into me, making me gasp at the intrusion. 

"There's my good girl." 

Those words make my stomach flutter and a little gasp escape me. His dark eyes light up as his thumb circles my clit and I grunt and moan, shuffling my hips against his hand that continues to make my arousal grow. I feel myself climbing as pleasure spread through me, engulfing me and intensifying as I held Jackson's gaze. 

I instantly feel the loss when he pulls his hand from between my legs and licks one of his fingers, humming in delight at my taste. He brings the other finger to my lips and I instinctively open my mouth with my tongue out for him to place the other on my tongue. I moan around his finger, sucking it clean. I suck it harder when he starts to pull his finger out, making it linger in my mouth a moment longer. Jackson's eyes are filled with desire, as if he's hanging on to his control by a thread.

Exactly how I wanted him.

The suppress the grin that catches my lips as I run my tongue over them, but he only smirks right back at me.

"Are you trying to be naughty?" His voice is low and husky, sending a thrill to my core.

"Do you like it?" I giggle, "sir?" I flutter my lashes at him, trying my best to be seductive.

He lets out a low chuckle that makes my hairs stand on end and I shiver visibly because of it.

"Let's see how naughty you are with my cock in your mouth." He leans over and disconnects the restraints from the bed and pulls my head to hang off the edge of the bed, still on my back.

"Open that pretty mouth."

I'm looking up at him upside down, but open my mouth for him. He runs the head of his cock along my open lips while my tongue darts out to flicker across it. I open wide as he presses it into my mouth and I begin to suck.

He begins slow setting a pace that makes it easy for me to grow accustomed to quickly.

Then he leans forward and begins to play with clit. I moan around the mouthful of cock and the groan I get in return from Jackson has me sucking harder. His thrusts begin to go deeper and I gag.

"Breathe through your nose." He reminds me as he rubs my clit faster.

When I'm whimpering around his cock again he goes back to thrusting deeper. The noises he's making are more erotic than I've heard him make before. When he pulls back enough to watch his cock exiting my throat and see my eager mouth still reaching for it, the aura of a predator changes into awe, love, longing. He looks at me like I am a goddess that he's completely devout to. 

"Dear god, Lita..." He gasps as our eyes meet. I cock a brow at him with my mouth still wide open for him and he hisses as he slides back in my mouth till his balls are resting on my nose. "FUCK!" He shouts as he holds himself there. 

I can't breathe and I don't care at this moment. Feeling Jacksons legs shake and the tremors that threaten to consume him while he tries to not cum at this moment is worth it. Then suddenly he pulls his cock from my mouth and I can breathe again. Jackson lifts my head gently from the edge of the bed and places me up on the pillows. He reattaches my restraints to the headboard as my blood begins to flow back to my head properly. 

"Careful, don't lift your head or you'll get a headache." Jackson warns me, "Just enjoy for now, my Lita." He runs his hand along my cheek, whispering, "Such a good girl.. Fucking beautiful." 

I blush at his words feeling the warmth that floods between my thighs over the words of praise. He parts my legs, lifting one up in the air to rest against his body. When he presses into me, stretching my hole to accommodate him, it's heavenly. He fills me like he was made for me and everything feels perfect when we're together. He moves slowly, paying attention to my reactions, keeping our eyes on each others. 

I wrap my free leg around his thigh pulling him closer towards me as he keeps a steady pace. The pace is driving me crazy though. He's been keeping me on the edge, building me up but not giving me the release my body needs.

"Jackson...please..." I start to beg him.

"Do you want to come?" Jackson asks, taking my leg off his shoulder to wrap around his waist as his body falls to hover over mine.

"Please Jackson. Stop teasing me..." I whine pulling at the restraints. 

He just leans down and kisses me deeply, thrusting forward into me roughly. 

"I want you to do something for me tomorrow." Jackson says when he breaks the kiss.

What? He wants to ask something of me right now for tomorrow?

"What is it?"

"Find out why no one was able to contact you last week and why you were not notified at work that someone was trying to contact you." 

I just nod and tighten my legs around his waist. "Already planned on it. Do you plan on continuing to tease me?" Damn, I wish my hand were free. I want to pull him towards me, keep him still so I can rock myself against his body, but I can't. 

"Oh am I teasing you?" He chuckles and I swear sometimes he is an ass. His grin widens as he takes note of the glare I'm giving him now. "You know, this is a light punishment compared to what I could do to you."

"Punishment!?" I exclaim.

"What? Did you think you'd not be punished at all?" 

"But that's one of my hard limits!" I whine, now I really wanted my hands free.

"Edging is your hard limit. I'm not edging you. I'm just taking my time before making you cum." Jackson nuzzles my neck, nipping at the skin to make me gasp. 

I growl in frustration and Jackson nips my shoulder hard.

"Is it so bad to have sex with me that you want me to hurry up and get it over with?" He leans back on one elbow to look at me.

"NO!" I exclaim. "I'm not saying that. I just.. " I love the way you make my body feel. I almost say it, but seeing the smug smirk on his lips, I refuse to stroke his ego further when he's punishing me.

"You just what?" Jackson slows his rhythm. When I keep my lips sealed and look away he pulls out of me.

I make a sound of annoyance, but Jackson just takes and flips me onto my stomach. The restraints twist, but my wrists are alright. 

"On your knees." Jackson demands, all playfulness gone.

I look over my shoulder at him, "Jackson?" 

He smacks my ass making me yelp and scramble up on to my knees. 

"The fuck was that for?" I glare at him. 

He smacks my ass again and I cry out gripping on to the bedframe as my ass stings and burns.

"Jackson!" 

"Stay on your knees and hold on to the headboard." 

I grumble but do as I'm told. 

"Do you remember how you are supposed to address me?" Jackson asks.

"Yes sir. Sorry, sir." I say biting my tongue before I made a snarky comment. 

"That's better." He smacks my ass again, but gentler than earlier. "Now, you want to finish what you were going to say earlier?" 

Earlier? Oh... I bite my tongue again thinking about it. 

*Smack*

"Shit!" I cry out, that fucking hurt.

"Answer me." He smacks me again.

Oh no. Nope he's not going to punish me on top of a punishment.

"Yellow." I get around clenched teeth.

"Am I smacking you too hard?" Jacksons question has me turning my body best I can to face him. 

"I'm not going to be punished on top of already being punished. If I don't get an orgasm and quickly, you might as well undo these restraints now." 

Jackson lets out a short bark of a laugh, before smothering his lips with his hand. 

"What's so funny?" I snap at him annoyed he's laughing at me.

"You want to avoid your punishment because you believe it's too much?"

My glare says it all. Jackson shrugs but sits up against head of the bed. "Alright. Ride me. Take what you want and then.... I'm finishing what I started."