“That’s bullshit,” I spat, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder. “I don’t need a fuckingdaddy. I need all of you to let me go.”
In one swift motion, Jax was on his feet. His left hand pressed down firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me against the coffee table with shocking strength. Before I could take another breath, his right hand crashed down on my already tender flesh with a force that made the previous spanking feel like gentle pats.
“Fuck!” I screamed, tears springing instantly to my eyes.
“I told you about that language,” Jax said calmly, bringing his hand down again with devastating precision. “Young ladies who can’t control their mouths need to have the lesson reinforced.”
The next few minutes were a blur of pain and humiliation as Jax spanked me relentlessly. Each slap seemed to land exactly where I was already most tender, sending white-hot flares of agony across my skin. The worst part wasn’t even the physical pain—it was how my body wouldn’t stop responding to it, no matter how much I screamed at myself that this asshole was assaulting me. With each stinging blow, the shameful wetness between my legs grew, my nipples hardened against the cold glass of the table, and unwanted whimpers escaped my throat.
“Please,” I finally sobbed, all resistance shattered. “Please stop.”
“Please stop, what?” Jax prompted, pausing with his hand resting on my burning skin, cupping my left cheek with a tenderness that seemed a mockery to me, given how hard he had spanked me.
I knew what he wanted. The part of me that had gotten straight A’s and planned to become a corporate lawyer screamed in protest. But that girl seemed very far away here in Walker’s apartment.
“Please stop… Sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the word.
“Better,” Jax said, his tone softening slightly. “But I think you know what I really want to hear.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “Please stop… Daddy.”
The word hung in the air, changing everything. I felt as if I had just launched myself off a cliff.
Jax smiled, his hand still possessively claiming my punished flesh. “Good girl. But I’ll only stop when Little Lulu politely requests to suck her new daddy’s cock. Then I’ll know you understand your place.”
I gasped, the humiliation of the childish nickname washing over me like ice water.Little Lulu. The way he said it made me feel small, helpless, exposed in ways far beyond my physical nakedness.
His palm cracked against my flesh again, harder than before. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
“I’m waiting, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle as he delivered another blistering swat.
The third strike broke me completely. “Please,” I sobbed, all pride shattered. “Please let me suck your cock… please, Daddy.”
The room went silent. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, hear Charlie’s sharp intake of breath. I hung my head in shame, unable to look at anyone.
I wasn’t even sure why I’d given in at all. My ass burned fiercely, but I’d endured worse pain in my life. I could have held out longer. Yet something inside me had surrendered, recognizing the futility of resistance. But it wasn’t just that. Part of me, to my horror, had thrilled at being forced to submit. At having the choice taken away. And deeper still, beneath layers of denial, lurked the disturbing truth that I wanted to please this man, to feel his approval. I wanted to kneel before this powerful stranger and take him in my mouth while Charlie watched, helpless and irrelevant.
“Release her,” Jax commanded Charlie, who immediately let go of my wrists.
Jax’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me up and back until I was kneeling on the floor. He stepped around to face me, his expensive shoes entering my downcast field of vision.
“Look at me, Little Lulu,” he said.
I raised my eyes, meeting his steely gaze. His face remained impassive, but something flickered in those gray depths—satisfaction, perhaps, or hunger.
“Show me how much you want to please Daddy,” he said. “Take out my cock.”
My hands trembled as I reached for his belt. I fumbled with the expensive leather, acutely aware of Walker and Charlie watching my degradation. When I finally managed to unfasten his pants and ease down his zipper, I hesitated.
“Don’t keep Daddy waiting,” Jax said softly, the threat clear beneath the gentleness.
I slipped my hand inside his boxers and gasped as my fingers encountered him. He was enormous—far larger than Charlie, the only other man I’d ever touched this way. Fear knotted in my stomach. I’d only given Charlie head twice—brief, awkward encounters where he’d quickly lost patience with my inexperience.
I drew the stranger’s—my new daddy’s—cock out with shaking hands, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of it. Thick and long, with prominent veins running along the shaft, it stood proudly from a nest of dark hair. I couldn’t wrap my fingers fully around its girth, and the realization made me tremble with a confusing mix of fear and excitement.
“That’s it,” Jax said, watching my reaction with obvious pleasure. “Get a good look at what you’ll be servicing from now on.”
His words sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me. From now on. As if this wasn’t just a one-time humiliation, but the beginning of something more permanent.
