Page 42 of Break Me Not

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m being selfish. Too selfish. Today was hard for you. I thought I could maybe take your mind of things, but I didn’t realize it⁠—”

“I didn’t say you could get up.”

Jax

Liz’s look had excitement crawling up my spine.

“Well?”

I swallowed all the words I wanted to say and slowly got down on my knees in front of her again.

Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the couch. So beautiful looking down on me—as she should.

I could already feel heat building in my core.

Her outfit tonight was casual and comfortable, but that made it all the more enticing.

Her shirt was loose, just barely giving me a glimpse at the shape of her perfect breasts. Her lounge pants were flowy, but every time she bent down, I was tempted by the globes of her ass. And now, it would be so easy to just run my hands up and under the fabric.

My favorite part was that she had no makeup on. She was all Liz.

But none of it changed the aura she had about her. She snapped into her domme self in seconds.

The floor was hard beneath my knees, but I paid it no mind. Placing my hands in my lap, I looked up, diligently, at my mistress. My shoulders were rolled back. My spine straight. I was perfect and posed just for her.

I felt bad about everything. I had gone overboard. I'd been pressuring her when really I should've been giving her time.

Though there was no denying the fact that I was exactly where I wanted to be right now.

“You've been acting inappropriately.”

“I’m—” I shut my mouth just as quickly as I opened it. My first instinct was to tell her I was sorry.

She lifted her chin.

“Sorry? No, I don't think you are. Because you keep doing it. You invited me here, and maybe some of it was to keep me safe. But you thought you would have the upper hand here, didn't you?

I didn't answer her.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“I don't like it when people lie to me.”

I shifted on my knees. Her words, as sharp as they were, still had an effect on me.

She was trying to hide it, but I saw it. I saw how affected she was by me. It wasn't just one-sided, and that made me feel even more impulsive.

“I wanted you. I want you. And I'm not sorry about making my feelings known or about telling you how amazing you are… or offering to make up for every time people didn’t treat you like the goddess you are.”

Her lips twisted to the side.

“I should punish you.”

My spine went ramrod straight.

“Please.” It was a choked whisper. My underwear was soaked. My cunt was pulsing, and my nipples were already hard peaks brushing against my top.