Sinful Resurrection (CSA Case Files 2) (24 page)

“I’m your option, Jax,” Emily murmured, leaning up on her tiptoes and brushing her lips against his.  “Me.  Be with me
, and stop treating me with kid gloves.  Make love to me like you did at the cabin.  I miss our scenes.  Being pregnant doesn’t hinder my submissive side.  I can’t tell you what it does to me not to be able to kneel in front of you, have your stroke my hair, and have your presence make me feel secure.”

Jax leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for just a moment and savoring the warmth she was emitting.  Not from her body, but the love she was radiating from within.  It enveloped him and
he didn’t want their physical link severed quite yet. 

“Emily, a
s much as I want your submissiveness, you’re pregnant.”  Jax sealed her lips with a quick kiss, not wanting her to interrupt him.  “I don’t feel comfortable with impact play and I’m relatively sure that you’re not ready to play in public.”

“You mentioned that you had started to lean towards more edge play to feel more alive,” Emily said, searching his eyes.  “Will you still en
joy the scenes if they’re light?  This is about the two of us.”

“Ah, my sweet little spy.”  Jax needed to make sure she understood where his heart was in this matter.  “You are all I need.  Scene or no scene, being with you and making you happy have come to mean more to me than you’ll ever know.  It’s your response that gives me happiness, Emily, not the scene itself.
  When you hand your pleasure over to me, that gives me my pleasure.”

Jax brought both hands down to grasp her shoulders, maintaining contact.  They had always played privately and it was a big step to take those scenes out of the privacy of their bedroom and into the public eye.  There was a different level of sensuality, more like being vulnerable to perfect strangers that he didn’t feel she was ready to experience.  But he did know what he could do to make certain their mental and physical being
s received what they needed.

“We’ll ease back into
this and I know just how to do that with both of us feeling comfortable that our baby is safe and sound,” Jax said, stepping away and really taking his time to look at her.  He needed to assure himself that she was up for a light non-impact scene.  “How do you truly feel?  Any nausea?”

“No,” Emily replied, shaking her head.  He loved the way her brunette strands bounced around her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. 
This was the Emily he met and fell for.  “I feel great.  What do you have in mind?”

Jax smiled at the enthusiasm in her voice and then laughed when
she threw up her hands at his silence.  Some scenes were better staged and set into motion without the sub knowing and now was one of those times.  He’d neglected this part of himself and her for way too long and he looked forward to obtaining that connection again.

“Undress.”

“What?”  Emily looked toward the door where Kevin and Elle had exited.  “But what about —”

“Did I not just promise a private scene?” Jax asked, raising his eyebrow in question.  “And in case you missed the
cue, the scene is now in progress.”

He could see her restraint in not roll
ing her eyes, but to her credit she trusted him and reached for the hem of her long sleeved cotton shirt.  Pulling it over her head, she let it drop to the ground.  She’d been wearing a pink lace bra with what looked like glitter around the edges.  Jax had not seen it before, but he did appreciate the way the material cupped her breasts.  Lowering his gaze, he liked how the waist of her jeans dipped low enough to expose her belly button.  She wasn’t showing yet, but there was something inside of him that wanted her to be.  He had no doubt she would be glorious with the swell of her stomach.

“B
ra.”

“Yes, Sir,” Emily replied, her tone slightly lower and breathless.  Hearing the underlying carnal tenor had his cock hardening. 

She reached behind her, unsnapping the pink material.  The cups fell off of her breasts, revealing slightly swollen flesh.  They’d gotten larger since she’d become pregnant and he couldn’t wait to see if the sensitivity was heightened as well.  A sense of urgency to have her bound and at his mercy surged through his bloodstream.

“Finish undressing and go lay down on the bondage table,” Jax instructed, walking away while he still could. 

Crossing to the door, he made sure it was locked.  The other door at the other end of the club locked automatically from the inside, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone entering from the parking garage.  They only released the mechanism during club hours.  Jax went about collecting the items he needed, having no doubt that Emily was following his instructions.

Within five minutes
Jax was walking over to the station which housed the bondage table.  He saw her clothes lying in a heap, although her weapon had been set on the spanking bench.  His steps faltered at seeing Emily lying on top of the padded black leather with her eyes glued to his movements.  She was radiantly beautiful and having her here in his club, at his mercy, took his breath away.

“Your body responded s
o well to sensation play that I thought we would continue that route,” Jax explained, walking around to the backside of the table.  “As before, you’ll be blindfolded.  We’ll partake in wax play today, slowly getting your mindset back to where you feel as if you are floating in my hands and in my care.”

“I’d like that, Sir,” Emily replied, her blue eyes softening until he felt as if he were looking down into the depths of a clear sea.

“Know that I will not allow you to be burned or harmed in any way.”  Anytime a Dom played with wax or fire, it was important to know the safety behind the scene.  As a precaution, the club had a fire extinguisher at several locations around the club, specifically at the bondage table.  “I’ll be using paraffin wax, which burns at a lower temperature.  I will test it on myself before you and you should know that your safewords remain the same.  I know some Doms prefer to use oils, but I don’t.  If you’re a good girl and don’t come until I tell you to, I’ll let you stay for the first hour of public play, watching from the bar so that you can see what really takes place after the lights go down.”

The slow smile that spread across her face told him he’d made her happy.  She wouldn’t be that way for long, considering that he might not let her come at all while they were at the club.  Jax wanted her aroused while she witnessed other submissives bound within their stations, but that didn’t mean he would
n’t change his mind.  Sometimes too much planning ruined a scene.  He would see how she reacted and take his cues from her body language.  

“Are you ready?”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Yes, Sir.”

Emily looked at the items in Jax’s hands and felt her body instantly respond.  A black leather blindfold was kept, while the other things were placed on a small stand besi
de him.  She concentrated on it, not wanting to think about the lighter and candles.  There also seemed to be a wet cloth of some sort, but she didn’t want to crowd her mind with anything other than what he was about to do.

“Close your eyes,” Jax ordered in a stern tone that sent shivers over her skin.  Her flesh seemed to be in total awareness of what was coming and was just preparing itself. 
Her eyelashes fluttered and eventually, she caved in to her basic instinct to hand over control to this man.  He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and made sure it sat comfortably across the bridge of her nose.  “Keep your arms down by your side, leaving maybe an inch from your body.  Your legs are to be spread wide…and I mean wide.  I want you to experience what it is to have wax dripped onto your pussy.”

As if he were already doing so, Emily’s clit throbbed in response.  It didn’t help that as she spread her legs as he’d ordered, the air brushed across the sensitive tissue of her inner thigh.  Her cream must have coated the area, for the coolness was evident. 

“Wider.”

“Hmmmm,” Emily hummed, loving the touch of his rough fingers as they firmly fastened her ankles inside fur lined cuffs.  He then did the same to her wrists.  What surprised her was when he secured a strap across her abdomen.  “Sir?”

“I don’t want you to accidentally pull up if I have the flame close to you.”  Jax’s voice sounded like honey and rich vibrations rumbling across her skin gave an indication of what was to come.  “I’ll usually have it high enough that is shouldn’t be a problem, but there will be times when I think you can handle a hotter sensation.”

Emily nodded, wanting it now.  Just this pre-preparation had her wanting more and she’d yet to even experience the hot wax.  Her nipples felt pinched, the light hair on her arms stood at attention, her clit was swollen, and her pussy felt empty.  As if he were reading her mind, she suddenly felt a different vibration that wasn’t from the tone of his voice.

“Sir,” Emily said, although not sure why.  Jax was running something hard through her folds and whatever the toy was, it was pulsating.  As he slowly started to insert it into her entrance, her sheath gradually stretched to accommodate what must be a large vibrator.  It felt wickedly good and she wanted to lift herself up to receive more, but the strap held her in place.  “I need more.”

Immediately, the vibrator was gone, leaving her body only remnants of the pulses through the slight spasms her pussy was still experiencing.  Emily realized her mistake and bit her lip, not knowing if he would put it back or not.  A rush of heat stole through her and she literally felt a drop of cream leak out of her folds.  Jax knew what she needed and she would gladly accept what he gave her.

“I want you to feel the different sensations of what I have planned, but you don’t get to tell me when and how to do them.”  Emily hissed when she dragged in air through her teeth upon his fingers closing around her nipple.  The already hardened pebble felt like it was being shocked with how he was rubbing it between his calluses.  It felt so good, yet the sharp pain she experienced when he pulled shot through her belly and to her aching pussy.  “I remember you liking nipple clamps.  Do these feel good?”

Before his words registered, Emily felt the sting of the pressure from the pads of the clamp as they closed over the receptive ball of nerves.  Her pregnancy had definitely had a hand in the different level of sensitivity and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry it was so overwhelming.

“I asked a question.”

Emily struggled to remember, but it slammed into her when he tugged on the clamp.  “Yes, Sir, I like the feel of nipple clamps.”

“Now, where were we?” 

She felt something slide through he
r folds once more and this time when he pushed it inside of her, Emily breathed through the overpowering length and width of the toy.  He must have the vibration set on low, for slow pulses were being sent into the walls of her pussy and keeping her right on the edge.  Not too much, but not enough.  It was maddening, just as it was exasperating that only one nipple had a clamp.  What about the other?  It was the one that she felt the most, which was frustrating to say the least.

“Perfect,” Jax murmured.  She felt him play with her hair and understood that he was moving it out of the way.  “Just perfect.”

He finally pulled away and while she could hear him moving about, her focus was on her body.  Ever so slightly, Emily could feel her muscles relaxing and accepting the intruder in her pussy and the vise that was around her right nipple.  The more she accepted the sensations, the more she could feel herself start to float. 

“A feather.  Nothing more, nothing less.”

That was all Jax said as she felt the light caress of the tip fall against her cheek.  Down and over her chin, Jax brought it up the other side, around the top of her eyebrow, down the bridge of her nose and over her parted lips.  There wasn’t a place on her face that he missed before starting a slow path to her neck.  It was there that he brought it up and down, over and over, until every square inch above her shoulders was caressed in someway.

“Feel the difference and let it overwhelm your senses.”

He had pulled away for a moment and within seconds; she felt something soft against her shoulder.  It was some sort of pelt, yet it felt quite large.  It took a moment to register that Jax was using some sort of mitt with fur.  Down her arm and then across her abdomen, the velvety fleece was then brought up her other arm.  By the time he brought it around each breast, her breathing had become shallow.  He ignored her nipples, leaving them wanting more.  By not touching the hardened peaks, she was all the more aware of them.

“
Shall we try something different?”

Emily inhaled, waiting for the wax to strike her skin, not knowing where or when.  It was then she realized she hadn’t heard a match light or a lighter being flicked.  Jax didn’t seem ready for that and her thoughts were confirmed when she felt something prickly being rolled down her leg.  The small pierces weren’t painful and if anything, the sensation was almost too lenient. 
As he brought it back up on the inside of her thigh, Emily instantly tried to move her leg when it tickled an underlying nerve.  Instead of stopping near her pussy, he ran it over the inside of that sensitive flesh, up and over her hip.  She bit her lip once more, knowing where he was going and wanting it more than her next breath.  Even with anticipating the tiny pricks, she couldn’t contain her cry when the device ran over her nipple.

“Is something feeling neglected?”

This was a question Emily knew he wanted her to answer, so after hissing in some oxygen, she formulated the correct response.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Very well,” Jax replied, although his voice still seemed far away.  “Your clit seem rather swollen, so I think I’ll open you wider so that you get the full on impression of how
much a little stinging pain can impart.”

He parted her folds and even went so far as to pull up, exposing her engorged clit.  As if answering in kind, Emily felt cream leak out of her pussy.  Her face flushed as she knew he couldn’t have missed it.  Expecting Jax to roll the wheel back down her stomach, she cried out when
he stroked it directly down her clit.  How it was even possible that she could want an orgasm so fast when they hadn’t been at this for too long was beyond her comprehension.  She had a feeling that Jax could make her come from just staring at her.

“Sir, Sir, Sir,” Emily panted, moving her head back and forth to prevent herself from begging. 

Jax’s hands pulled away and Emily felt as if she were now floating on air.  She was sure there hadn’t been a spot on her body that he hadn’t touched, yet it felt as if he really hadn’t caressed, stroked, or rubbed her at all.  She could hear him moving about, but amazingly the time he spent getting things ready, the more her body seemed to prepare for it.

“Emily, I’ve tested the wax on my arm,” Jax murmured, coming closer to her.  “I want this to make you feel good…not hurt you in any way.  If you feel the intensity of the temperature is too much, I want you to be truthful, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Emily replied and then held her breath.

She didn’t know where the wax would land and was a little hesitant to experience it.  It felt as if some great unknown was about to happen and on one hand, it could turn out to be the most exhilarating occurrence or on the other, it would douse the flames that he’d lit within her.

A splash of hot liquid fell on her shin and Emily jerked, not expecting it to happen on such a non-erogenous area.  It didn’t burn and within seconds cooled almost immediately.  It hardened, tightening her skin and by the next line he spilled on her, it felt as if her skin was being massaged. 

Jax remained silent as he continued to work on her leg
, and it wasn’t until she felt her nipple clamp being pulled that she comprehended her body was now on a different plane.  This plateau was diverse, but no less exciting.  She then experienced a dash on the other leg and as she relaxed every muscle, now knowing what to expect, he changed it up.

Hotter wax fell on her left arm, which had her pulling at her restraint.  She hissed, but the warmth soaked into her bicep and it had her anticipating another.  Why did the rest of her body feel so cool?  It was her middle core that needed attention and apparently, as she felt a long line over her other arm, she wasn’t going to get it.  Maybe she needed to ask.

“Sir, would you please —”

Searing wax doused her nipple and had Emily screaming his name. Her back immediately tried to arch, but the strap across her lower abdomen kept her in place.  As she evened out her breathing, she grasped that the temperature of the wax was no stronger than what he’d used on her arm. 
The clamp on her other nipple was tugged, sending different signals of sensations running to her brain.  Instead of gathering there, they all balled up in her clit and she felt ready to explode.  Emily had no doubt if that wax touched her clit, she would fall off of that precipice he had her clinging to.

“
Now imagine,” Jax murmured, as a line was dribbled right underneath her breasts, “that this room is full of strangers and watching as I decorate your body with wax.”

It was then that Emily felt a hesitation.  Would she want that?  Would she want people to see her in this state?  She wasn’t sure and that made her even more grateful that Jax had nixed the idea early on.  She tended to jump into things with both feet.  It was a nice change to know that he would
always be there, holding her hand and making sure she didn’t drown.

“You.  Only you, Sir,” Emily whispered, managing to formulate the words. 

As he had spoken and she had answered, Jax hadn’t stopped covering her with what felt like trails of fire.  It felt as if he was everywhere and her sensitized flesh responded in kind.  There wasn’t an inch of her that hadn’t been touched in some way and it wasn’t just the outside of her body.  Her heart and soul felt the flames as well, sparks and flares igniting a love that had never died.

“There will come a time that I will share this beauty,” Jax said, the richness of his voice an added sensation, “but as of right now, this view is only for
me.”

Suddenly, the heated lines of wax stopped.  The hardening of the smooth liquid had finally settled over her and for the first time, Emily was able to take in a deep breath.  She listened, waiting for him to remove the blindfold and wanting eagerly to see these designs that he spoke of. 

“Hmmm, it seems as if I have forgotten something.”

Not having expected such a blaze to light up her clit, Emily screamed his name when a scorching silky fire
smothered her clit.  Jax added more and she felt it dribble down the inside of her thighs.  It felt as if he held the candle directly above her pussy and let the wax just drip, drip, drip to surround the base of the vibrator. The most unusual, yet arousing trails traveled down to her anus, hardening on the way.  Her pussy clenched against the large phallus, the slight pulses not enough.

“Very nice.”  Jax, once again, pulled away
although there was something in his tone that made it appear softer.  It didn’t stop Emily from remaining slightly tense, not knowing if he’d changed his mind or would follow through and allow her to see what he created.  “I want you to stay that way for just a few minutes while I take care of some things.”

Why was lying here causing her to
be more aroused?  Had Jax done this on purpose, to make her more aware of how the hardened wax tugged on her skin?  It somehow felt as if her pussy and anus were initiated with a homemade chastity belt.  Unless the wax was removed, nothing else was entering her.  That thought made her want him even more.

“Deep breath.”  Emily automatically did as he asked, but mentally wondered why.  It was only when the sharp, heated jolt of pain flowed through her right breast, that she comprehended Jax had removed the clamp.  When his mouth covered the oversensitive nub, she moaned in pleasure.  His tongue lathed the sting away, but all he did was make her want him more.  “Good girl.
”