The Woman. Roxanne.
Yes, the one that laid on the bed, covered up.
Her eyes were shut in a peaceful slumber. All parts of her body had been velvety the way he had imagined. He had touched and tasted her. Her mouth was sweet. Once he had kissed it, he'd wanted to never stop. He had wanted to fully initiate her to his ways but decided to take it slow. She couldn't be rushed, though her response to him was encouraging.
He remembered the way her body had softly slammed into his when he touched her nipples, and how her waist had grinded on his groin when he kissed her neck. The notch of her thighs had cushioned his hard arousal and had almost made him go crazy. Then, as now, his hands formed fists as he strove to suppress his desire and maintain control. He clung to it. For to lose control and take her the real way he wanted to, might scare her. For now, he'd let this sexy beauty sleep. With another glance at her rising and falling chest, he strode to the bathroom, with the hope of calming his heat with the chill of the showers.
The morning sun cast its rays into the room, making Roxanne groan as she tried to hide her face with the pillows. She stretched and found out that the other side was empty.
Jaxon wasn't there.
Of course,what had she been expecting? That after a night of intense love making...uh no.. "love making" was just too intimate of a phrase. That after a night of intense fuckery, that he'd be there snuggling and doing pillow talks with her? Jaxon was her boss and she was just doing her job. As she sat up, she reviewed her behavior with dismay. How could she have lost control that way? "Please,Sir, take me now. Harder!" She cringed as she remembered her shameless pleas and the glimmer in his eyes as he took her. Roxanne began to question if she had made the decision out of desperation to save her father or out of her own lustful desires.
For whatever reason, she had let her boss whom she didn't know much about, kiss her. Kiss her the way he did. Fondle her. It was appalling.
"Hypocrite!" She accused herself. Only a month ago, Vivienne had come to her in tears.
"He said he loved me. Believe me,Sis,I love him. But then,he started calling me selfish when I refused to go down with him. He said I didn't love him. I'm not just ready, Sis.". Vivienne had sniffled.
"You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress.
"Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed.
Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties.
"Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted.
Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.
"Good Morning, uh..." She stuttered.
"Anderson, Mrs Anderson." The older lady had a kind smile that reached her eyes.
"I brewed some coffee for you. Master Jaxon said to let you sleep in, that you had a long night."
Yeah, a long night. Roxanne cringed.
After her coffee and a little chat with the housekeeper, Roxanne headed to the hospital to check on her father. The man was awake and was happy to see her.
"Papa!" Roxanne cried as she saw him.
"Ay, mi amor. How are you doing?" He sounded very weak and this made Roxanne's heart bleed.
" Are you feeling better,Papa?" She asked.
"Your Tia takes good care of me, Roxanne, do not worry yourself. Have you talked with Vivi lately?" The man asked.
" Yes, Papa, she'll be coming in for the break this weekend."
Roxanne spent the entire day with her father and her aunt. The man joked about everything. All Roxanne wanted was for him to stay alive. She would do anything to keep him. She would not lose him like she lost her mother.
"Get your acts together,Roxanne. Are your hands slippery or what?" Madam Loo snapped at her for dropping the makeup box. Roxanne had been a bit disorganized after her visit to the hospital.
"I'm sorry ma'am." She muttered.
"Get your acts together." The lady snarled and then moved ahead to check on other dancers.
Roxanne got a text from Jaxon asking her to be at his place in thirty minutes. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She began to pack up her things.
"What's this? Where do you think you're going?" Madam Loo questioned as she caught her trying to slip away.
"I'm..I..uh...I've got an emergency, ma'am." She lied. Well, it was an emergency.
"Hmm." Loo looked her up and down. "You can attend to that after your performance." She said and walked away.
" Damnit!" She cursed.
She was at crossroads here. She decided to do a quick performance and head out.
"Come on, go get ready." Loo snapped her fingers. Roxanne obliged.
Roxanne frantically checked her phone as she rode in the taxi. She wished the driver would speed up.
She got to the mansion two minutes later than the given time. She pressed the bell. The door was opened by Jaxon, again.
"Good evening, Sir. I'm sorry...I..." She was interjected. "You're late!" Jaxon's voice was dangerously low. His eyes had hungry flames in them. Hungrier than the previous night.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. Madam Loo..." She tried to explain.
"Get in!" He ordered. His voice was low, sexy and commanding. It somewhat scared her. She did as she was told. Mrs Anderson wasn't anywhere to be seen. She figured that Jaxon had sent the woman off.
Jaxon didn't let her drop her bag in the guest room, instead he led her into another room. It was quite bigger than the one he had last fucked her in. The lights in this room was a dark blue shade.
"Take off your clothes." Jaxon ordered. She couldn't see clearly with the colored lights. She could only make out his silhouetted form. He was shirtless.
Jaxon noticed this and flipped a switch which made the room brighter. She could see him now. He sat on a couch and watched her undress.
Roxanne suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze.
"Shy much?" Jaxon asked.
Roxanne slowly took off her clothes. She was wearing a lacy blue bra and black pants. Jaxon gulped in the sight. He got up and walked up to her. Her hair was still in that annoying bun.
"We need to get you new lingeries." He said huskily as he tugged at the band holding her hair. The blonde hair fell down to her back. This man was intimidating and her body was responding to the intimidation.
Jaxon walked to the place that seemed like a wardrobe or closet. He pressed the switch beside it and the doors gave way. The contents in the wardrobe made Roxanne gasp.
Instead of clothes and shoes, she saw an assortment of belts. Body belts, to be precise. There were also bondage cuffs, spread bars, different colored gags and collars, different shapes and sizes of vibrators and a large collection of whips.
She gulped. "What... what's this about?" She managed to find her voice.
"Playthings, princess, they are playthings, and it's playtime. Which do you want to play with?" He wore a dangerous smirk on his face.
Roxanne's eyes darted to the instruments, back to him. "No no no. I'm not doing this with you. What do you take me for? This wasn't part of the contract? I can't do this." She said firmly.
Jaxon gave a low throaty laugh.
"My pretty princess." He stroked her hair. "You'll do this." He said. He sounded dangerous. " Not unless you say the safe word, the magic word before the beast is fully aroused." He motioned to his growing bulge. Roxanne's eyes went to the growing thing.
Jaxon is getting maddened by the ticking seconds. He goes to the wardrobe and selects a thick black body belt and a matching whip. Fear grips Roxanne. What is the stupid safe word, anyway? "Please"? "Excuse me"? "Lamadama ding dong"? She really didn't know. She began to move backwards.
"This wasn't part of the deal. I won't let you do that to me." She says as she moves away from Jaxon.
"Oh, it was right there in the papers. "To satisfy every of my sexual desires." This, my dear, is my topmost desire. The only way to escape this is to say the safe word before I get more aroused. Staring at you as the seconds tick by, increases it." He smirks at her. Roxanne moves backwards, trying desperately to remember the safe word. Why can't she remember the damn word? His eyes are hungry flames waiting to consume her.
She's now cornered and he's so close. Any slight movement, his lips would close in on hers and possess her completely.
"I thought so too. You don't remember the safe word."
"Please, I don't want to do this." She begs.
Jaxon is already very much aroused and the beast in his groin begs for release. Her begging only turns him on more. So innocent!
Roxanne knows she can't do anything now, so she decides to give in to him.
"Now that's what I want to see. Less struggle, more obedience. You're now my Pet . Now get on your knees." Jaxon orders.
Roxanne gulps and goes down on her knees. Hands trembling, she begins to work his zipper.
"Yes, Princess, just like that." Jaxon lets out a ragged moan as he holds Roxanne's bobbing head in place. Roxanne's mouth is small. Just perfect for him. Roxanne thinks she will suffocate from his length and girth. "I've always wanted your pretty little lips around me." Jaxon says as he throws his head back in pleasure. He knows Roxanne is a novice at this but he is still impressed. Jaxon orders her to get up. Roxanne's eyes are stained from the mascara she was forced to wear at the club. She has a hateful look on her face. "Come on, Princess, don't look at me like that, we are just getting started." Jaxon has a smirk on his face. "This is not fair. " Roxanne sounds defiant. This only makes Jaxon more amused. With one swift move, he turns her around, her back to him. "You sure are a stubborn one." He says as he pulls her hair. She lets out a small gasp. Jaxon moves her hair to side and kisses her neck. "Uhmmm." She moaned. She isn't supposed to enjoy this but her body has a m
Sia's chandelier blasted from Roxanne's phone, making her groan and begin to feel for the phone. Every part of her was tired. "Hello." She said into the phone. Her eyes adjusted to the room. It was empty. Jaxon must have left after the last round. "Hello, hermana. Are you still asleep? It's nine in the morning." Vivienne's voice was bubbly. " Yeah. It's my off day." Roxanne replies. She stretches herself and yawns into the phone. All she needed now was a warm bubble bath. " I'm taking a late bus. I've got biochem till 1 pm. I hope papa is getting better? Tia told me the surgery has been paid for and he's been moved up the surgery list." Unlike Roxanne, Vivienne could talk on and on. Roxanne listened to her yak about some guy that thought she shouldn't be the project head because she was a girl. "Do not let anyone shut you down. Always stand your ground. You're a Santos!" Roxanne said. "I sure am!" Vivienne laughed. " I'll need extra cash, hermana, por favor." Vivienne's voice b
Vivienne is seated by the window in the bus. The bus slows down to its station. The Port Authority Bus Terminal. As the bus door swings open, she steps down onto the concrete floor, her eyes scanning the bustling station in search of her sister. Vivienne is the younger version of Roxanne, physically. However, instead of Roxanne's blonde hair, she has their father's dark hair. She adjusts her glasses still trying to locate her sister in the night's crowd. She makes her way through the crowd, her backpack over one shoulder, her sneakers constantly pinching her toes as she walked. She spots a vacant seat, she walks to it and sinks into the worn plastic with a sigh of relief. She takes off her sneakers and rubs her feet. She pulls out her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen as she fires off a text to her sister. "I'm here already, Sis. Where are you? My feet hurts". She clicks send and waits for a response. "You want me to go harder, Pet?" Jaxon asks as he spanks her while
Roxanne stared at her scattered apartment and sighed. Things were broken and all over the place. She was damp and her mind was still unsettled. She still hadn't been able to reach Viv. "We can't declare her missing till it's twenty-four hours." The pretty police officer had said to her. "Oh Viv! Please be fine! " She prayed silently as she made her way to the room to take off her wet clothes. If only she hadn't been too carried away, too busy working. Or was it satisfying her urges? She couldn't find the line anymore. It was entirely blurred out. She kept staring at her phone, hoping she'd get another text or something. Perhaps someone would call her for ransom if Viv had been kidnapped. "Dear God, please." She prayed. Jaxon paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't get her off his mind. Her blue eyes had turned into burning blue flames. She was angry, yet he could still smell her innocence. It was driving him crazy. He had left Loo and now he was home, turned on with no s
"Why weren't you at work, princess?" Jaxon repeated the question. He had closed the gap between them. Roxanne tried to speak but nothing came out. "Cat got your tongue?" He taunted. Jaxon towered over her, his gold and green eyes burning her pale blue ones. Her eyes fluttered beneath his gaze, his chiseled features dominating her small one. The air thickened as he leaned in, his presence suffocating, yet tantalizing. She could smell alcohol on his breath, with a mixture of cologne and manliness. Her breath caught in her throat, a tiny gasp escaping her lips. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh, a shiver coursing down her spine. His eyes bore into hers, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. Her face flushed, a crimson hue spreading like wildfire. She trembled, her knees weakening, as if the ground beneath her feet had turned to sticky mud. His gaze lingered, a slow, deliberate perusal, leaving her feeling exposed, vulnerable... and strangely, alluringly, alive."I..uh...had to
"Pleased to see you, Princess." Jaxon's face held a smirk while his left hand held a glass of red wine. He was shirtless. Roxanne gulped as her eyes ran his body from head to toe. She was scared of him and at the same time turned on by the air of dominance around him. "Pleased to see you too, Sir." She managed to reply. Jaxon ushered her in. "A glass for the beautiful lady." Jaxon offered her a glass which she took and clutched on it like her life depended on it. Jaxon was a man of little words, so she knew what exactly she must do. She gulped down the wine and made her way upstairs with her overnight bag. "That's a good girl. Going straight to business. I'm right behind you." He said from behind her. Roxanne studied the bedroom. The last time she had been here, he'd made her bend over a table with her legs spread apart with a bar. She wondered what he was going to do to her next. "Hey, Princess!" Jaxon's voice made her jump as he stepped inside the room. His eyes roamed her body
It's been over six hours now. Roxanne couldn't sit still. The surgeons haven't stepped out of the theater since they began the surgery. Her aunt kept praying and trying to ask the nurses how it was going. She began to have an headache and then another nurse took her to a ward to rest."You need to rest, Ma'am, your blood pressure is on the rise." The kind nurse said. "Go with her, Tia. I'll be here for a while and then I'll go to the chapel." IN THE THEATER:Monitors beeped as the doctors, glistened in sweat, worked tirelessly to finish the surgery. The lines on the monitor began to go downwards and the monitor began to beep."We're losing him, Doctor. We can't lose him now. The procedure is done." One of the doctors said. " His body is trying to reject the heart. But it's a match." Another said. " He's having a cardiac arrest. Quick! We can't lose him." He added. The first doctor plugged in the defibrillators. "One, two, three!" The devices sent electricity into his heart. "He
Roxanne's father was discharged a few days later. "You know you don't have to come with us to New Jersey, Amor. You have work and we don't want that kind boss of yours getting angry." Her aunt said. Mr Santos was in a wheelchair. " Who's this boss Liliana can't stop talking about, Amor?" He asked. "Oh, mi hermano, Master Jaxon Hearst. He paid your bills. He's such a kind and handsome and sweet and loving... " Liliana kept talking. " Tia, that's enough. He's my boss Papa, Tia is only exaggerating his qualities." Roxanne wheeled her father to the reception. "Get better, Mr Santos." The nurses greeted as they passed. " Thank you for taking care of me. " The man replied with smiles. " So, about this boyfriend of yours.. "" Boss, Papa, Boss. He's my boss not my boyfriend." Roxanne quickly interjected. " Whoever he is, I shall like to express my gratitude. " " I'll be sure to let him know that." " You know, I think he likes you." Liliana spoke again in a bid to tease Roxanne. "
"Ah,yes, Daddy, gosh! You f**k me so good."Loo's moans fill the room as Jaxon keeps thrusting hard into her. Her legs are tied to the bed. Her right hand played with her nipple while her left, rubbed her clit. "Harder, Daddy, Harder!" She moaned. Jaxon kept going harder. He couldn't seem to get Roxanne off his mind. He was pounding Loo, yes, but instead of her moans, his mind kept playing Roxanne's moans. He stopped thrusting."Why?" Loo asks, with a whine.Jaxon loosens the ropes he used on her legs."Flip over!" He orders her."Yes, daddy." Loo says and quickly does as she's told. Her ass is to him, perfectly arched. Loo licks her fingers and begins to rub herself in that position. "Get yourself wetter, Dolly." "Yes, yes daddy." She moans as she rubs harder. Jaxon pulls her hair back, thrusting harder into her. He spanks her."Yes, Daddy, harder." Loo moans. Jaxon spanks her harder. He could feel himself close as he visualized Roxanne. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." Loo cries as she f
Loo steps into the bathroom, the warm water of the shower washing away any lingering traces of Sentinel. She takes her time, her hands lingering on her skin as she applies a blend of lavender, bergamot, and vanilla essential oils. The scent fills the air, calming her nerves. "Ah... Relaxing!" She says as she takes a deep breath, inhaling the scents. She massages the oils into her skin, her fingers tracing the curves of her body. Her eyes close, and she breathes deeply, feeling the tension melt away.As she dresses, her movements are deliberate and slow. She slips into a dark purple gown, the lace fabric hugging her curves perfectly. The dress stops high on her thighs, showcasing her toned legs. Her cleavage is generously displayed, and she feels a thrill of excitement.She slides into thigh-high boots, the leather creaking softly as she moves. Her makeup is bold, her eyes lined with eyeliner and her lips painted a deep red. She takes a final glance in the mirror, her eyes sparkling
Roxanne pulls up to her father's house, the shopping bags filled with groceries weighing her down. She presses the bell, and in just a few seconds, the door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar face. The woman has bobbed blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkle with warmth. She looks around forty, with a friendly smile that puts Roxanne at ease."Uh... Good afternoon, uh... Ma'am?" Roxanne says, her words faltering slightly."Good afternoon!" The woman replies, her smile widening.Before Roxanne can ask who she is, her aunt appears behind the woman, ushering her in. "Ah! Roxy! You're here. Come, come, come on in!"Roxanne's eyes remain fixed on the stranger as she enters the house. "Who... who is she?" she asks her aunt, curiosity getting the better of her."Oh, Roxy, meet Elena," her aunt says. "She's the caregiver Jaxon hired to assist me with your father."Roxanne's eyes widen in surprise. "Caregiver? Jaxon hired? He didn't tell me anything," she says, her brow furrowed in conc
Loo steps out of the mall, her shopping bags in hand, looking sexy in her short black crop top and denim skirt with boots. Her braided hair and dark shades adds a sassy touch to her outfit. She strides into the parking lot, her hips swaying from side to side, and, her heels clicking on the pavement.As she approaches her car, her eyes narrow, she takes off her shades. A sleek car is parked behind hers, and she can see a dent on her bumper. Her eyes flash with anger as she marches to the other car. "Hey! You bashed my car and you're blocking my path!" she exclaims, knocking on the glass.The glass winds down, revealing a man with dark hair and shades. His defined features make him look like a model. "You hit my car!" Loo repeats.The man removes his shades, and their eyes lock. Loo's eyes widen in recognition. "Jax? Jaxon freaking Hearst!" She yells, her voice laced with surprise.Jaxon looks closely at her, and recognition hits him too. "Louisa Rodriguez? Sassy Louisa?" He gets out
Merida sits up in her hospital bed, surrounded by Detective Meyer, Detective Morrison, her mother, and Betsy. She takes a noisy sip from a soda can, her eyes glued on the detectives."So, how are you feeling now, Miss Corpus?" Detective Meyer asks, his voice soft and concerned.Merida sets the can down, her brow furrowed. "I feel better, but my head still aches."Detective Morrison leans forward, his eyes intense. "So, are you good enough to tell us anything you remember from the night you were attacked and the other day you felt someone watching you?"Merida smiles weakly, her eyes reflecting with humor and pain. "One question at a time, detective."The room falls silent, the only sound the beeping of machines and Merida's labored breathing. Her mother reaches out, taking her hand in a gentle grasp. Betsy offers a supportive smile. The detectives exchange a knowing glance, their faces stern with determination."Okay, let's start with the night of the attack," Detective Meyer says, hi
Loo bursts through the door, her face frowned in frustration and anger. She slams her purse down on the sofa, the contents spilling out onto the sofa. "The nerve of that stupid Sentinel. Tsk! I really don't blame him." She huffed and cursed.She walks over to the bar, her high heels clicking on the floor, and grabs a glass and a bottle of whiskey. She pours herself a generous amount, the amber liquid splashing into the glass. She took off her heels and carelessly throws them to the side. She lights a cigarette, the flame from the lighter casting a brief, flickering glow on her face. The smoke curls up towards the ceiling as she takes a long drag, her eyes closed in exhaustion. " F**k you, Sentinel! Damn you to hell. If Jaxon wasn't being such an annoying d*ck, I'd not have come to you." She says as she takes another long drag of her cigarette, and sip from her glass. She drops the drink on the table. Her left hand instinctively goes between her legs. She feels her wetness. She w
"I knew someone else was in that house. The old hag wouldn't let me go to his room. She's in on this too! " Loo yelled as she paced back and forth in Sentinel's living room. The veins around her neck were popping out as she complained and cursed. Her forehead glistened with sweat even with the whole place fully air-conditioned. "You need to calm down, Loo. You're taking this too far." Sentinel said. "Stop saying that! You're not the one whose man is about to be stolen, are you? " " Sometimes I wonder if this man of yours is really yours. He doesn't seem to know he belongs to you. You're blinded by your obsession with him. You're plainly obsessed!"Loo shot him glares. If looks could kill, Sentinel would have a hundred daggers in his chest by now. "I love him!" She snapped. "And is he aware that you do? Or you just think in your head that he does too and because you are fucking him, he belongs to you? " Loo rushed at him. She wanted to slap him but her hand just stayed up in the
Roxanne's hands and legs were tied firmly to the bed posts. On her face, a black tie served as a blindfold. She squirmed as Jaxon used his tongue and a vibrator on her. "Easy with the movements, Princess." He chuckled and kept going." I can't take this anymore, Master. This is pure torture." Roxanne breathed. "Oh I'm just getting started, princess, patience, patience!" Jaxon buries his face again and circled the vibrator around her clit. Roxanne tried to close her legs together.Smack!His palms smacked her thighs. "Agh!" She cried out. "Do not let me use the bars, honey, stay still and I'll untie you in no time."" Yes, Master." Jaxon slid his finger into her, massaging her walls. " Oh so wet! Listen to how you sound." He said. "Uhmmm!" Roxanne kept moaning as his finger thrusts in and out of her. The vibrator was still on her clit. Jaxon reached deeper with two of his fingers. Roxanne gasped. " F**k! Master! Oh shit!" She cursed. His finger massaged her G-spot in a circular
Roxanne decided to wear one of the gowns they had gotten in Greece since it wasn't a fancy fancy dinner, just dinner at his place. It was a leather gown. It hugged her figure perfectly and its neckline was heart shaped, revealing a little cleavage. She finished it up with a thigh high boot. Her make up wasn't that loud, just powder, lip gloss and eyeliner. She let down her blonde hair and it fell down to her back like a waterfall. Jaxon waited patiently, adjusting and readjusting the dinner table. He didn't know why he was nervous, it was just Roxanne, the pole dancer. Still, he was nervous. He was wearing grey joggers and a vintage shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at the dinner spread of fried chicken, grilled vegetables, and baked potatoes. A tall bottle of expensive red wine stood beside the large ice cream cake. "Jaxon!" Mrs Anderson called out. "Mrs Anderson, thank you very much for this. I can't certainly than