I was right on the edge, desperately trying to hold back the wave threatening to crash over me. “Please,” I sobbed, my voice breaking with need. “Please, Daddy, may I come? I need to come so badly. Please!”
His rhythm faltered for just a moment as he leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at my ear. “Come for Daddy now, Little Lulu. Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”
The permission was all I needed. My orgasm exploded through me with shocking force, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. I screamed into the bedding as Jax continued to thrust, riding out my climax before tensing above me with a deep groan. I felt the hot pulse of his release as he came inside me, his hips jerking against my sensitized flesh.
We collapsed together onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. For several minutes, we lay there breathing heavily, his softening cock still buried inside me. When he finally rolled to the side, he pulled me with him, cradling me against his chest.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “Daddy’s very pleased with you.”
CHAPTER 8
Louisa
I lay in Jax’s arms, my body still trembling with aftershocks. My mind felt foggy, disconnected from reality. What had just happened? I’d been punished, humiliated, fucked… and I’d loved it. I’d begged for it. I’d called him Daddy and asked permission to come. I felt as if I might havethankedhim for using me, if I had let myself.
What was happening to me?
“I can hear those wheels turning,” Jax murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Little Lulu?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth—that I was horrified by how much I’d enjoyed my own degradation. That would reveal too much, make me even more vulnerable. Instead, I chose a half-truth.
“I don’t understand why this is happening,” I whispered. “Why me? Why did you… you know…buyme?”
Jax shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gray eyes were unreadable as they studied my face.
“Because you need this,” he said simply. “Because beneath all that defiance and bad behavior is a little girl who’s desperate for structure and discipline. For someone to take control and show her who she really is.”
I shook my head, refusing to accept his assessment. “That’s bullshit. You don’t know anything about me.”
His hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly. “Language, young lady. Do you want another session with the belt so soon?”
Fear and shameful anticipation fluttered in my stomach. “No, Daddy,” I whispered, hating how easily the title came to my lips now.
“Good girl,” he praised, releasing my chin to stroke my cheek. “And I know far more about you than you think, Little Lulu. I know about your full scholarship. I know about your 3.9 GPA before everything fell apart last semester. I know about your parents in Michigan who haven’t heard from you in months.”
A chill ran through me. “How could you possibly?—”
“I know you started selling for Charlie after that party in December where you took too much molly and woke up with no memory of what happened.” His voice remained calm, matter-of-fact, as he listed off details of my life that no stranger should know. “I know you’ve been spiraling ever since, making increasingly self-destructive choices.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Stop it,” I pleaded.
“I know you hate yourself for what you’ve become,” he continued, his voice softening. “And that’s why you’re here, Little Lulu. To be saved from yourself.”
A sob escaped me before I could stop it. His words cut too close to the truth, exposing the raw guilt I’d been trying to bury beneath layers of defiance and bad decisions.
“Shh,” Jax soothed, pulling me against his chest. “It’s okay. You’ve been a very bad girl, but we’re going to get you back on track.”
Jax gently stroked my hair, then suddenly sat up. “Apartment: send Mateo to the master bedroom,” he called out to the empty air.
My body tensed. “What are you doing?” I asked, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover myself.
“Time for you to see your own room,” Jax replied casually, as if summoning his bodyguard while I lay naked in his bed was perfectly normal.
Before I could protest, the bedroom door opened and Mateo walked in without hesitation. To my absolute mortification, he didn’t even blink at finding me naked beside his boss, just stood at attention waiting for instructions.
“Mateo,” Jax said, rising from the bed without any modesty, “show Little Lulu to her room and explain the house rules.” He gestured toward me dismissively. “She hasn’t earned her panties yet, so diaper her when you get her there.”
My mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered, clutching the sheet tighter.
