Sinful Resurrection (CSA Case Files 2) (17 page)

Emily’s heart started to race, a thousand things running through her mind of what could possibly have happened.  Had Ryland gotten to Schultz?  It was a possibility, considering the Attorney General had met his demise.  Or maybe Schultz had finally turned over the evidence to the appropriate people in the
Security Council and this entire mess was over.  Knowing that wasn’t it because she would have been brought in immediately, Emily tried to tamp down her patience as she watched Jax turn around and cross his arms, allowing his back to receive the kiss of the heat. 

“Taryn found a way to trace Ryland, at least temporarily.  He was in range of
closed-circuit security cameras in which she was able to get a facial recognition.”  Jax paused, as if studying her…and not in the good way.  Her stomach seized and she knew what he was going to say before he spit out the words.  “He’s in Paris.”

Emily let it sink in, struggling with the first thing they needed to do.  She was grateful that Jax stayed where he was, for as strong as she thought of herself, if anything
were to happen to Aunt Beatrice she’d break down. 

“We’re staying right here,” Jax said, as if he knew what she was thinking, which was impossible.  “She’s not the one he wants and you know it.  Crest’s man has Beatrice and she’s safely ensconced at a secure location.  Either way, Ryland will be on the next flight back.”

“Why fly all that way only to turn back around?” Emily asked, moving one leg and then another, giving herself something to do.  She paced back and forth twice before continuing.  “This Ryland character doesn’t strike me as the type to give up.  He wants her for leverage and he’d be right in assuming I won’t let him hurt her.”

“He’s not giving up
so much as probably being told exactly when and where you’ll be within three or four days.  Schultz was able to pull it together.  When we’re given the word, I need to have you in New York at the United Nations to present the evidence.”

“So that’s it?” Emily asked incredulity.   She stopped pacing to face him.  “We go and hope like hell he doesn’t pick me off?  That’s —”

“Have a little faith, huh?” Jax said, finally closing the distance between them.  He’d given her the time she needed to adjust to this new piece of information and was now grateful when his now warm hands clasped her arms.  “Connor’s on the flight to Paris now.  We’re hoping he gets close enough to bring Ryland down.  If something goes wrong, we’ll have back-up plans in check.  You know this and are familiar with how it works.”

Emily stepped into him, resting her cheek against his chest.  She took comfort from the heat from his skin, which kept the chill of what the future held in store at bay.  It didn’t stem the tide of reality.  Aunt Beatrice was in danger, although safe and sound for the moment.  How long would that last?  Emily hoped extensive enough until either Ryland came back for her or Connor was able to stop him.  This was her responsibility, not Aunt Beatrice
’s.  She didn’t deserve to have her life threatened.

“There is nothing that we can do for her right now.  Your aunt is safe.  You’re safe.  We stay.”

His words made sense, but that didn’t mean they weren’t hard to come to terms with.  Emily was here with Jax in a bubble of security and swore to take advantage of the time they had left.  She also refused to contemplate what would happen should Connor not be able to carry out his mission.  Right now, she just wanted to wrap herself around this man who’d become her reason for living.

“As long as she’s safe, I’d like to
take advantage of the time I have with you,” Emily murmured against his chest.  “I’m not ready to face reality yet.  I want you.”

“This is reality, but
want
is not good enough,” Jax said, kissing the top of her head while holding her close.  She moaned a little when he stepped away.  “You have to need me like the air you breathe.”

Chapter Twenty

Jax had used the time he searched the cabin for the items he needed in order to let the embers of the fire die down.  He wanted just enough heat coming from the fireplace to give Emily the sensations needed for the scene they were about to start, but would never place her in danger of getting burned. 

Stopping for a moment, he admired her beauty.  Currently, Emily was spread eagle against the wooden mantle and the brick hearth that jutted out a good foot and a half.  He’d used the sashes on the terry cloth robes to fasten her wrists to the hooks that must have been left over from Christmas stockings.  He’d smiled at their convenience. 

Jax had also taken a towel and cut wide strips of the material to do the same with her ankles, using the edges of the brick hearth for leverage.  The rest of the fabric was used as a makeshift blindfold to enhance the various stimulations he was about to bestow upon her.  He’d made sure to use specific knots that wouldn’t pull against her skin should she struggle against her restraints.

“I can see your pussy glistening from here,” Jax murmured, as he set the bowl of ice down on the floor.  He knew that most would melt before he was able to use it, but didn’t want to have to halt the scene to run into the kitchen.  Prepping for a scene was most vital.  “Bondage agrees with you, as does your anticipation.”

  Jax took in the sight of her lovely body, appreciating the way her ample breasts swelled at the sides.  She was a C cup, just
perfect for his large palms.  Her areolas were no bigger than quarters and her nipples the ideal size to nibble.  Not too big and not too small.  Most important, he knew how sensitive the hardened peaks were.

“Your breasts are lovely.”  Jax ran a finger down one side, making sure to stay far away from her nipples.  “I think they need a little color though, wouldn’t you agree?”

He waited patiently to hear her answer, knowing her body was waiting for her mind to catch up.  Jax glanced over at the thin bamboo fly rod section that he’d found in the closet.  He’d removed the eyes, making sure that the wood was smooth and free of the bindings that had tied the eyes to its length.  This was for her pleasure and nothing more.  He’d introduced her to flogging way back, but now it was time to familiarize her with a type of cane that would only enhance her longing and desire.  He loved that she had no hesitation in her soft limits.  She was willing to try anything once and he was more than willing to be the one to do it.  The only one.

“Yes, Sir,” Emily answered softly.  She didn’t waver, but her voice did shake with anticipation. 

Jax took a step back, assuring himself that everything was in place and all the items he’d chosen were at hand.  He reached over and picked up the thin bamboo rod, giving it a few practice swings in the air.  The sound that it made was unmistakable.  He smiled when he heard her swift intake of air.  Anticipation was a beautiful reaction and one that he would never get enough of.

“Take what I give you and accept it into yourself,” Jax said as a reminder, stepping closer.  The rod was long enough that her ass was easily in reach.  He lightly started to tap the generous flesh.  Instinct had her pulling forward.  “You know how I like to warm you up.  Relax into it.”

Jax could see Emily forcing her muscles to obey one by one.  Her lips remained parted as the bamboo patted her skin lightly, awakening the sleeping nerves.  A fly rod is actually constructed of multiple thin reeds of bamboo cut and reassembled in such a way as to increase the action of the flexibility and gain strength from the way the grain is plied.  It made for the perfect lightweight cane.  Once he was done with one thigh, he moved to the other.  It was once he started on the inside of her legs that he noticed her breathing getting a little more shallow.  From the swelling of her clit, which was easily seen through her folds, Emily was partial to the light stings.

Jax purposefully didn’t go near her clit, but instead transferred the tapping to her breasts.  Her audible gasp was like music to his ears.  Keeping a rhythm, he danced the bamboo underneath her ample flesh,
maintaining a light impact.  Her pale skin started to take on a healthy glow.

“If only I had my bag,” Jax said, keeping his eyes on her face to make certain she was reacting in the manner he wanted.  “Imagine what it would feel like to have your breasts peppered with stings while wearing nipple clamps.  The vibrations would cause a pulling that would make you feel as if your nipples were connected to your clit.”

“Hmmmm.”  Emily’s head tilted back slightly, giving him a glance of her elegant neck and the way her cords sensually pulled against her muscles.  The small fire gave the scene an intimate ambiance, although she was unaware of what he was seeing.  What she was feeling was more significant and as much as he admired the golden hue surrounding her body, that was beyond essential.  “More, Sir.”

Jax immediately stopped and stepped forward.  Leaning down, but without sucking her nipple into his mouth, he bared his teeth and bit the nub lightly.  She crie
d out but had nowhere to move.  He waited patiently until she stopped struggling and then laved the smarting away with his tongue.  His dick was throbbing at hearing the sweet mewling sounds fall off her lips.

“Do you get to ask for more?”

“No, Sir,” Emily said breathlessly.  “I just —”

“Whose body is this to pleasure?”

“Yours, Sir.” 

Emily bit her lip when he didn’t move, do, or say anything else.  Jax wanted her kept off guard, not knowing if or when he would touch her again.  The more he elevated her senses, the more enjoyment she would have at the end.  The build-up was the most pleasurable part, although he was sure she would disagree at the moment.  He waited until she was cocking her head, straining to hear any sound that he might make.

“Let’s continue then.”

Three rounds later and her skin was just the right amount of pink that he liked to see.  Knowing she was now used to the pattern, Jax started once more, only to bring the bamboo up at an angle to tap her directly on her engorged clit.  Emily cried out and from the way her thigh muscles flexed, tried to bring her legs together.

“More?”

“Yes, please,” Emily pleaded, the air whooshing out of her lungs. “Sir.”

Moving to the side, he angled the rod and let it snap directly over her left nipple.  Emily’s short wail sounded strangled and then her head leaned back.  Jax doubted she was even aware, but she was pushing her hips out.  In quick succession, he worked both breasts, including her engorged nipples.  With one more smack to her clit, he stopped completely.

Jax could only imagine the endorphins flying through her body right now, but that was about to be elevated.  He’d given the back of her body enough time to be well acquainted with the heat of the fire.  It was time to cool her down.

“Your cream is dripping down the inside of your thigh, Emily,” Jax said, tossing the bamboo rod on the floor.  He then picked up the bowl of ice and took one out that was already half melted.  “I’m surprised it’s not boiling, as your body seems to be on fire.  Would you like for me to quench your thirst?”

“Yes, Sir,” Emily said, nodding her head quickly.

Jax ran the cube across her pink lips and then traced the outline of her mouth.  Her lips parted immediately and he was pleased to see her tongue peek out to capture the cool liquid.  He allowed her to lick and suck until she was satisfied and then continued on his journey.

“I want to know every nuance of your skin.” Jax studied her expressions as he glided what was left
of the chipped ice over her jawline and down her neck.  Again, he found himself fascinated by her graceful cords and the way they blended into her shoulders.  “What your likes and dislikes are.  Every stroke and caress that sexually arouses you.  I want to be in your head, Emily.”

“Oh!” Emily exclaimed as the rest of the ice in his hand melted against her nipple.  Goosebumps broke out across her stomach as beads of water made a path directly to her clit.  “Sir, I can’t —”

“You can, Emily,” Jax murmured, reaching for another cube.  “And you will.”

* * * *

Emily’s teeth chattered and she sucked in her lower lip to stop the reaction.  The heat at her back seemed to intensify the moment Jax had placed the ice cube on her mouth.  The dual sensations were almost too much, yet it only seemed to fuel her arousal even more so.  This was the reality that he spoke.  This was the reality that she didn’t want to leave behind.

She felt more than heard
Jax drop to his knees in front of her as the air caressed her wet skin from his movements.  Emily knew what was coming but still couldn’t contain a moan when he took another chip of ice and made a circle around her belly button.  He then proceeded to trace the outline of her hips.  She could feel the drops of water trailing down her body and following the contours of her mound.  The water wasn’t cool by the time it reached her clit, but the awareness of the liquid was enough to bring her further to that out of reach precipice.  How much longer was he going to do this?

“Does you
r clit need a little relief?” Jax asked, his voice warning her that he didn’t mean it the way she was taking it.  She instinctively tried to shift her legs closed, but the loose strips of material made it impossible.  She groaned in frustration, yet anticipation, for she knew what he had in mind.  “Or someplace else a little more heated by the fire?”

Another ice chip made it
s way to her lower back, but as something lightly brushed her clit, it dawned on Emily that he’d reached underneath her.  It was his arm that she felt grazing her pussy.  Before she could clench her cheeks together, Jax slid the melting cube through her crevice.  She hadn’t realized exactly how hot the fire had heated her skin.  It wasn’t refreshing and oddly, the shocking cold didn’t diminish her need to come.  It only made it worse.

“Sir,” Emily pleaded, trying her damnedest to push her hips out hoping his arm stroked her clit once more, “please.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” Jax said, his tone low and sensual.  He wasn’t pleasing her, couldn’t he see that?  How much more of this torturous overload of stimulation was he going to make her take?   “I’m pleasing your body and I think your thanks should be warranted for what I’m about to give it.”

Emily struggled to comprehend what he meant as her body was still distinguishing between the stimulus it was receiving and the release that it wasn’t.  Her eyes flew open behind the material that she wore over the bridge of her nose as his finger pushed what was left of the ice cube into her anus. 

“Oh!”

“More?”

Before Emily could reply or even accustom her body to the foreign sensation, Jax once again slid a chip of ice through her crevice.  Not giving this one a chance to melt, he used his finger to push it through her tight muscle.  It wasn’t as if she could say her body didn’t like what he was doing, for the next one he slid into her, her pussy gushed more cream.

“I see something else would like the attention your ass is getting,” Jax murmured, his breath caressing her clit.  Just how close was he?  As if she’d asked that question out loud, she felt the tip of his tongue lick the swollen nub.  She whimpered when he pulled away.  “I want to hear you ask me for it.  It’s similar to the scene we had last night, in that you’re honest with me.  This time, be honest with yourself.  As much as it is a shock to your body, you and I both know your pussy is craving what I just gave your ass.  You know that it will only heighten your experience.  So ask.”

“Please, Sir,” Emily said, not knowing if she could really ask him.  There were some things better left unsaid, for the vulnerability was almost too much for the mind to take.  Especially hers.  “Please.”

Jax had taken another ice cube and ran it around her ankle and up the inside of her leg.  Her pussy clenched at the thought of what was to come, but instead of following through, he skipped to the other leg and ran the frozen water down until he reached her other ankle.

“Unless you ask me, your clit and pussy will remain untouched.” 

Emily knew by his tone that he wasn’t bluffing.  He would leave her this abandoned unless she spoke the truth.  Even she knew what she wanted, but found it hard to articulate it into words.  Exposure came in various ways…words just seemed so final.  It would be admitting that she loved the sinful things he did to her body. 

“P-please put an ice c-cube inside my pussy, Sir,” Emily whispered, feeling the weight of the words yet also the freedom they stood for.  “I-I want whatever you’ll give me.”

Jax expressed his appreciation for her honesty through his actions.  What felt like a larger ice cube began the journey up her leg and didn’t stop until he’d slid it through her folds and directly into her pussy.  Not stopping, he used his finger to push it farther up inside of her while suctioning her clit through his lips.  The heat of his mouth rivaled that of the fire behind her. 

Pushing out her hips as far as they would go, Emily let the back of her head rest against the mantle as he continued to thrust his finger in and out, all the while nibbling her clit and sending higher and higher.  Just when she thought she was going to come, Jax pulled away.

“Sir!”

In answer, she felt him tug at the ties around her ankles.  In an instant they were undone.  He must have stood, for she felt him do the same to her wrists and immediately she was spun around.