Ordering His Virgin (Club Lush Book 10) by Jamie Knight (interesting novels to read TXT) 📕

demanding, and I liked that part of him. His roughness commands made my brain spin.

His dark hair was no longer under control as he stepped back and combed his fingers through it. His eyes, though, penetrated through me as he appreciated what was in front of him. This man desired me just as much as I did him.

Jackson took a towel and wiped off my face gently. He didn’t untie my wrists as he cleaned me, but it felt like the aftercare Gina talked about that came with BDSM. Kneeling down, he made sure every inch of my face was spotless then gave me a smile.

“Good girl.”

I shivered at his words.

Putting his thumb under my chin, Jackson directed my head closer so he could kiss my lips. His touch was so soft, so caring, it made me weak.

How was I supposed to remain calm around this man? Everything he did aroused me, and that was going to be my undoing.

“Let’s go,’ said Jackson. He stood, helped me to my feet, and lead me to another room. I followed him quietly without questioning. “Good girl,’ he added again, nodding slightly.

He must have put some kind of spell on me because that statement made me smile every time he said it. I was not ashamed to admit that I liked being praised that way and wanted to impress Jackson more so he would keep commending me.

The man looked back at me, and his eyes moved over my curves. I smiled again and glanced around the room he brought me to. It was the mansion’s master bedroom, and it was opulent. The square footage of this one room was way more than the two-bedroom apartment that Gina and I shared. Centered between two curtained windows was the biggest four-poster bed I had ever seen.

Jackson tugged at my hands to get my attention, and he pressed his body against mine. I was burning up; this man was an inferno. I felt the fire of his breath as he moved his lips closer to my ear.

“Kneel down,” he whispered.

I nodded and agreed to anything — everything.

I was wearing nothing but my white stilettos. My knees dropped onto the carpet, and I used my forearms against the foot of the bed to balance myself. Having my hands bound deprived me of the sense of touch, and I desperately wanted to use my hands all over Jackson’s muscular body.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I obeyed.

He watched me intently as I spread my lips slightly, then he stepped closer to me. I was ready to welcome his hard cock back into my mouth. He angled his dickhead towards my gaping lips, slowly feeding himself to me. I enjoyed folding my lips over his cock head and sucking, my teeth just barely grazing him. I could taste his salty precum as my tongue swirled.

“Don’t move. Not a sound.”

I was still taking his full length. Jackson’s hands dropped to my head to control my movements. He wound his fingers into my hair — pulling slightly — then steadily fucked my mouth. Moaning in pleasure, he leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand against one of the bedposts as he thrust steadily in and out of my lips.

His dick strained between my cheeks. I could sense that he was close to his limit. Suddenly, he withdrew. The absence of his cock in my mouth made me want him even more, and I think he sensed that.

Grabbing my head again, Jackson pushed himself inside my mouth harder, and I gagged. He pulled my hair, burying his groin in my face. Above me, he muttered something incoherent. A thrill ran up inside me as I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat. My jaw widened to take more of him in. He pushed deeper. I loved the way his thighs tightened and his ass jutted back.

I tasted his cum in my mouth as he reached his climax. I swallowed his torrent of hot seed. Jackson never lost control. He only groaned, then he was back to being himself.

“Bed,’ he croaked.

I stood and headed to his bed. On Jackson’s silken mattress, all I could think about was how perfect the bed was. My buyer did everything he did to perfection.

He followed behind then stopped to look me over. “I’m going to bind you to my bed like a piece of art that was meant to be admired,” he told me, and I felt a shiver run through my body. I was about to be entirely at this man’s mercy. The feeling was titillating.

He pulled a long metal bar from beneath the bed. Each end had a roundish clasp that he attached around my ankles. The bar kept my legs wide open, my virgin pussy on display. Part of me filched, unused to being so revealed, but Jackson knew best, and if this was what he wanted, then I would adapt.

The bar was attached to leather thongs on the bed. My legs were suspended above me, and he had full access to my pussy. Jackson sunk in between my thighs, tasting me. His tongue inside me made me squeal. I half expected him to reprimand me, but he was otherwise occupied. He swirled his tongue around my clit and pushed inside me. I writhed in desire and against the restraints holding me in place.

His fingers gently stroked my lower lips. I bucked against his touch and tongue. He buried his tongue further into my pussy as my hips rocked up to meet his face even though I was restrained. I could feel each and every stroke of his tongue. My climax was rising inside me, and he fueled that flame by coaxing my g-spot, forcing my body to surrender to him. I closed my eyes because I was no longer in control.

“It feels so good!” I cried out.

An orgasm ripped through my body. It felt like I was exploding as my core jerked at the sweet torture I had just experienced. I wanted