Free Tied to the Tycoon by Chloe Cox Page A

He’d said no strings. How would he react if she said, “You?”
    Jackson frowned and grabbed the riding crop. Quickly, he swatted both of her nipples—one, two. The sudden, sharp sting took her breath away and set the rest of her on fire.
    “Tell me. Don’t think. Answer.”
    “Being powerless. Being…” She gasped as she felt the pull on the rope again, and she had no choice but to lean back. Her abdominal muscles burned, and her hips strained until she was lying prone on her back, her arms pulled back behind her, immoveable, her breasts falling slightly to the side, her legs held apart by the spreader bar. She couldn’t see him now, couldn’t see where he was, or what he was about to do.
    “Being under your control,” she finished. She was panting.
    “Good,” he said from somewhere in front of her spread legs. “You answered ‘no’ to anal, though I’m considering a veto on that, I’ve got to tell you.”
    She clenched involuntarily. He laughed. Oh God, he could see that.
    “I’m not done with these questions, Ava. You’ve got to relax.”
    And she felt his finger slip inside her, quickly, as though just testing. She didn’t even have time to miss it before it was replaced with the head of something larger—much larger. Something cool and rubbery.
    The vibrator.
    She tried to think. It had been big, as big as Jackson himself. God, she wished he would just…
    She cried out as he pushed it inside her. Not knowing it was coming made it seem about five times as big, and he filled her to the hilt. He moved it around inside her, pivoting in a slow circle. Her hips tilted up as far as they would go, and her back arched.
    “Goddamn, that’s beautiful,” she heard him say.
    She didn’t think she could speak.
    “C’mon, stay with me,” he said, and came around her side, one hand still holding the vibrator inside her, the other smoothing the hair on her head. She felt like she was stretched tight and thin, impossibly so, like a bubble that was about to burst, and she had no idea what would happen when she did.
    “Ava, look at me,” he said, and his free hand moved to her breasts. She did, and she realized her lips were pressed tight together, like there was something she was trying hard not to say.
    He pulled the vibe out, slowly, and pushed it back in. She groaned.
    “You get off on being under my control?” he said. She nodded.
    He fucked her a little faster with the vibe.
    “On being vulnerable?” he asked.
    Again, she nodded. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She had no idea why she would be crying.
    “On being with me?” he said.
    Oh God, please… She didn’t want it to be true. Why would he ask her that, why would he…
    She writhed, and he held the back of her head and looked into her eyes.
    “Why did you run away from me?” he said.
    She shook her head and tears fell out of her eyes. She was crying. She couldn’t do this. She could do just sex, she couldn’t do…
    “Please,” she begged.
    His eyes softened, and his thumb brushed her cheek before he kissed her. “Shhh,” he said. “You don’t have to answer, it’s ok.”
    Then he turned the vibe on and fucked her with it until she came, screaming his name.
     

chapter 9
     
    Jackson had been rocked by Ava’s orgasm almost as hard as she had—he was sure of it. Just the sight of her, flushed, a sheen of sweat shining across her arched body as she was pushed over the edge—Jackson was no choir boy, he’d seen plenty of women enjoy themselves, but that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. If he could make that happen every day, he’d be happy.
    But it had come with a price, for both of them. He’d done it again. He’d pushed her too far, too fast, and only just caught himself in time. He’d felt the old self-loathing rising within him as he had uncuffed her and carried her to the couch, and it had kept him from being fully in the moment with her. Now, as he held her close, wrapped in his old bathrobe,