“Jaxon,” I whisper, and glance at the link he’d sent me. I click on it, and nearly bite off my tongue when it takes me directly to a dirty video. “Ohmigod,” I say, a little too loudly. When Jaxon’s chuckle reaches my ears, I glance over my shoulder to make sure my deadbolt is in place.
I watch the video for a second, take in the guy stroking himself as a naked girl on the bed beckons him. I drag my attention from the screen and search out Jaxon. I hear a grunt, then another and I lean out further.
My phone pings and I glance at the screen.
Like what you see?
I text back. Yeah, but you’re crazy!
He sends me a laughing emoticon, then texts, Pause the video, and back to work.
With my blood racing and my pulse beating wildly at my neck I do as he says and hurry to my bed. As the image of Jaxon masturbating flashes through my mind, I quickly read over my first one-hundred words and get the next few paragraphs down. I grab my phone, and my fingers race over the screen.
Done.
Stay on your bed, put the movie back on and watch it for two minutes.
I read his text, then hit play on the movie. The camera has zeroed in on the naked woman, on her sex to be exact. Her hands slide down her body and she touches herself, spreading her lips wide for her lover. The man drops down, runs his tongue over her, then slides a finger high inside her as she rubs her clit.
Oh. My. God. As I blink, stare, and blink some more, Jaxon’s text comes in.
That’s what I’m going to do to you when you get your paper done. But that’s not all. We’re going to reenact the entire scene. Now turn it off, and get the next hundred words done.
Holy Hell!
I resist the urge to touch myself and set the phone beside me, the video on pause. Cripes, I’ve never watched porn before. I mean, I dipped my toes in once when I clicked on that pop-up link on my laptop, curiosity getting the better of me. But I ended up with a computer virus which crashed my computer, and ended my venture into voyeurism. God, I hope I don’t get another virus. Then again, Jaxon wouldn’t send me to an infected website. Maybe he has a subscription to the place or something.
I rush to get my next words done, more interested in the video than I ever thought I would be. Then again, maybe it’s not so much the video, but the reenactment that’s to come later.
Done.
Baby, we’re just getting started
That brings a smile to my face.
Now press play and watch for five minutes.
I do as he says, and after the guy finishes tonguing his girl, he slides his cock inside her. My breathing changes, becomes deeper as I watch. I jump from my bed and go to my window. Jaxon is back under the light, his phone in his hand. He glances up when he sees me, then shows me his screen. He’s watching the video right along with me. I find that oddly titillating.
The guy fucks the girl on the bed, and pulls out just as my five minutes are up.
Okay, back to work. Get another hundred done, and then you get to watch the next five minutes.
I whip through the next one hundred, even though my thoughts are racing a million miles an hour. I get the words down and grab my phone.
Done.
You’re getting faster.
Motivation
He sends me a grinning emoticon, then texts, watch for five more minutes.
With my fingers practically shaking, I hit play. In the video, the guy flips the girl over, and ties her to the bedpost. She’s writhing and moaning, and there is a part of me that clenches up. I’m not sure I could ever be restrained like that. Not after surviving an abusive relationship. I’d feel too vulnerable, too out of control. He puts a pillow under her hips, lifting her ass to him, and I audibly gasp, loud enough for Jaxon to hear it.
You okay in there?
I read the text and take in a big breath and let it out slowly. I’m actually touched at the way he’s checking in on me. When I don’t answer, another text comes in.
I won’t tie you up. I won’t do anything you don’t want. You have to know that by now.
Okay is all I send back.
Finish your last words, and just know what you watch next, yeah, I’m definitely going to that to you. I’m going to claim every inch of you, baby. I’m going to fuck every part of you before this ends between us.
My heart gives one big heavy beat at the reminder of the time line—that this affair comes with an expiration date—but I shake my head to clear it. This is sex only, Rachel. Sex that you so desperately want…need.
I pause the video, and type the conclusion to my paper. I want to get back to Jaxon and the video, but I need to read it over at least once. Something tells me I’m going to be pre-occupied for the rest of the night and won’t get a
