Page 57 of Break Me Not

“I'm going to give you three minutes. When I walk into your room, I want you naked in the middle of your bed with your favorite vibrator on your clit. Don't you dare come without me.”

Her sharp intake of breath had excitement rushing up my spine.

I placed the smallest kiss on her lips and whispered, “Go.”

She stepped away, looking at me with the kind of hunger I knew could only be satisfied by me fucking the life out of her.

I watched as she hurried to the room, trying not to seem too eager, but I could tell she had a pep in her step.

My eyes went to the table, and to the meal I’d made for us, likely cold now. The horrible memories came unbidden.

You can't cook to save your life.

This tastes like shit.

Can’t you do one thing right?

You don't even do anything! How hard can it be to get dinner on the table on time?

Night after night, he always had something to say about my cooking, to the point where meals became a source of anxiety for me. I dreaded it. And that dread became a part of my life. Of who I was.

Not anymore.

Pushing myself off the table, I had a one-track mind. And honestly, who actually gave a fuck if the food was cold?

Because I fucking didn’t.

I walked through the apartment completely naked and with my head held high. I had never felt more beautiful. The door to Jax’s room was open, and she was exactly where I wanted her.

Leaning against the doorframe, I watched as Jax lay on the bed, all the way back against the headboard, her legs spread for me and a bulbous head vibrator between them. One hand was keeping the toy steady, the other was buried in the pillow, her face twisted in a sort of painful pleasure as she tried not to come.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, so I took my time taking in the magnificent sight of her naked. Tattoos spread all over her body, even over her small breasts. The hair on her cunt was nicely trimmed, giving me a perfect view of her weeping entrance.

I licked my lips, wondering how she would taste.

“Please,” she panted, looking at me through hooded eyes, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each gasp and moan that fell from her lips.

“Such a beautiful sight, baby girl. But you're missing something, aren't you?”

“Please, Mommy, let me come.”

I waited a few seconds longer. Heat rose in me, and I could feel her pleasure as if it were my own.

“Oh God.”

I walked toward the end of the bed, pausing just before I crawled onto it, my eyes never leaving her.

“Don't you dare come yet.”

“But—”

I leaned to the side, my lips brushing her inner thigh. Without warning, I gave it a small nip.

She yelped and jerked forward.

“Were you going to talk back?” Jax shook her head. “That's what I thought. Bend your leg.”

I placed a kiss on her thigh when she listened.