Semua Bab I Want Her Bare, Always: Bab 31 - Bab 40

JaxI have a plan. It’s stupid and shouldn’t work on a man like Charles but I don’t give a shit. I’ve taken too many psychology classes to not know when a person is surviving on a restraint. I know he wants to fuck me, but I don’t know when. Reaching a low level climax just made me realize how much I’ve been sex starved. After therapy, I threw away all my toys… the dildos, the vibrators and even the rose that could get my toes curling. My therapist said I was turning into a nymphomaniac and it wasn’t going to help me. I agreed, but now I wish I didn’t throw all of them away. Being locked here makes me have no room to be creative or shit. I can’t think of anything else and not think of Charles’ cock.He’s responsible for this. He made me watch him fuck his sub… tied me to the chair and made sure I was wet and completely turned on and yet, he only teased my opening and left me. And then he brought me all the way to this place and— my thoughts trailed off with the gates buzzing. H

JaxThe gates opened slowly.They always did.Like the house itself enjoyed reminding everyone that nothing here moved without permission.But then again… nothing did.Not under Charles' watchful eyes.I leaned back against the leather seat as Harren’s car rolled through the iron gates, the familiar sight of the Wade mansion coming into view. Five days away from it should have made returning easier.It didn’t.If anything, it felt worse.Maybe because Charles hadn’t told me where he was going this time.He usually did. Not details, not the full truth, but something. A careless comment, a vague explanation, a smug look that told me he was leaving and that I would simply have to deal with it.This time there had been nothing.Just silence.And that alone told me something was wrong, combined with the almost stiff like attitude he was giving me before I left, and then Harren’s quiet face all through the ride home.I tried to raise the question all through the ride home but his face alone

JaxI woke up slowly.Not the peaceful kind of waking up where sunlight poured in through the window and everything felt calm. This was the heavy kind, the kind where my body felt like it had been dragged through mud and my head refused to clear.For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up and remember where I was.The Wade mansion.My room, no… that wasn't the right way to describe it.My cage.A quiet sound near the window made me turn my head and I almost jumped, startled.Martha was sitting in the chair across the room, her posture relaxed but alert in that way she always had. A book rested on her lap, though she wasn’t reading it.She was watching me, her eyes were unreadable so I couldn't tell if it was in a good way or not.I pushed myself up slightly, rubbing a hand over my face.“How long have you been there?” My voice came out rough from sleep.Martha gave a small shrug.“Just a few minutes.”I squinted at her, the su

CharlesThe room felt too small.I paced from one side of it to the other, my boots hitting the wooden floor in sharp, restless steps. Back and forth. Back and forth.The movement didn’t help.Nothing did.The bandage wrapped around my upper arm had already begun soaking through again. The dull burn of the gunshot wound pulsed every time I moved my shoulder, but the pain barely registered.Pain was easy.Confusion was worse.I stopped near the window and dragged a hand through my hair before turning again, continuing the same endless path across the room.Three steps.Turn.Three steps.Turn.My mind kept replaying the same moment over and over again like a broken film.The shot.The chaos.The body falling.And then the report hours later.Nothing I've done had done anything to take my mind off the chaos that followed.I clenched my jaw.A sharp knock sounded against the door before it swung open without waiting for permission.I let out my breath as Brad walked in like a man in a hu

Charles The office lights hummed overhead, cold and sterile, doing nothing to warm the ice that had settled in my veins. Candy knelt between my legs, blonde hair spilling over my thighs, mouth working me with the same mechanical precision she used on the pole every Friday night. Normally it was enough. A quick release, a reset button.Today it felt like sandpaper on raw nerves.My fingers tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding. The irritation started small, a flicker behind my eyes, then spread like gasoline. Every flick of her tongue grated. Every little moan she made sounded fake, performative. My jaw locked so hard I tasted metal.I tried to endure it, after all I asked her to come to pleasure me because I desperately needed the distraction but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to fake it.“Stop,” I bit out, closing my eyes even tighter as the rough feeling of her mouth gently grazed me.She froze, lips still around me, eyes darting up in confusion. Slowly she pu