Chapter 28

Aurora

Each and every one of my nerve cells tingles with anticipation.

I watch Jasper out of the corner of my eye as he catches his breath and stalks to the bar to get us a drink.

At least, I think he’s getting us a drink.

On the spur of the moment, I decide to go and turn on some music. I connect my phone to his Bluetooth speakers and click on some jazz. And as soon as I hear the first few bars, my body starts to sway and twist and turn in time to the slow, moody tones of the saxophone.

There’s something about the soulful sound of a sax. It creeps right through me and settles in my heart. It leaves me with a yearning and a desire for something I can’t put my finger on.

Security? Love? A combination of both?

My eyes are half-closed and my hands are resting on my thighs. It feels strange, and yet I’m somehow at ease. I’ve never danced naked in front of anyone. Come to think of it, I’ve never danced naked, period—except, of course, for that one time when I was up for auction.

I found my power then, and I’m finding it again now—with Jasper.

“A little something for the lady?”

Jasper is standing in front of me in all his glory. My eyes widen as I see the size of his hardened cock. It hasn’t taken him too long to recover.

I see his muscular six-pack and wonder how many crunches he does to get his muscles looking like that. His chest is bulging, and I see muscles upon gorgeously sculpted muscles. I could feast on him all day.

I take a sip of my drink and smile. My body is still softly swaying to the sax.

“Keep dancing,” Jasper commands, and I oblige.

His voice is short, sharp, and almost military-like. It sends goosebumps down my neck and back and leaves me a little wetter between my legs.

In anticipation, I close my eyes and lick my lips.

“Faster. And touch yourself.”

Slowly, deliberately I move one hand up and one down. My right hand travels to my tits and my left one to my pussy. I turn and spin and my hands match my body movements.

“Ohh,” I moan, twirling my nipples between my index finger and thumb.

“Come closer.”

The commands are shot out of Jasper’s mouth like bullets out of a rifle. Instead of fear, anxiety, or nerves—I want more.

With Good Girl Aurora having gone on vacation, Bad Girl Aurora is making the most of things. Good Girl Aurora would have been too frightened to move if someone had commanded her to do something, but not Bad Girl Aurora. Bad Girl Aurora enjoys this type of talk.

“On your knees,” commands Jasper, and I find my knees giving way before he even finishes the command.

It’s almost as if I’ve turned into a puppet on strings. There’s not a wooden handle or a whip to make me obey his every command.

No, he doesn’t need something physical. Jasper has something far more powerful at his disposal. He uses his words to make me obey.

On my hands and knees, I look up at him expectantly. I feel things with him; a connection is brewing between us right under the surface.

Before I can open my mouth to say something, Jasper is moving behind me. It all happens very fast. Something thin and malleable strikes my fleshy ass cheek.

“Ouch!” I howl and glance backwards.

He’s holding a leather whip with spliced ends.

Fuck. Maybe I spoke too soon about the whip.

I can feel my skin reddening where he lashed me, but I fucking like it.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” barks Jasper and hits me again, harder.

The pain shoots through me, and I bite my lip. A tear drips down my cheek, but at the same time, I feel my insides burn with hot desire, and the juices start to flow.

Holy fuck, this is something totally new to me.

Of course sex is new to me. I mean, until not so long ago, I was a virgin. And here I am now, enjoying the thrill of a beating with a leather whip.

Before I can think about this some more, Jasper’s whip strikes again.

I throw my head back and close my eyes. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and I’m biting my bottom lip so hard, I can feel tiny droplets of blood in my mouth. I’m determined not to make a sound.

This may be a new experience for me, but I trust Jasper. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, not like Anders.

Anders knows he’s hurting me. He knows the drugs are no good for him, and he needs to start taking care of himself.

Anders.

Suddenly the whipping stops, and I drop my head.

I’m so fucking hot between my legs. I urge him to fuck me already. I don’t utter a word—I only think it, hoping he might be good at telepathy.

It’s not his cock I feel on my ass or pussy, though. It’s a metal kind of object. Without seeing it, it feels like a pizza cutter with spikes.

As he runs it over me, I arch my back and thrust my hips backwards, trying to touch some part of him.

Skillfully, he avoids me.

“Now, my fucking little slut,” I hear his voice in my left ear. His warm breath is caressing my skin. If I’m not careful, I might pass out with pleasure or lose my mind. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Instead of proper words, I can only whimper. For some reason, his actions are rendering me incapable of proper speech. Not a word comes across my lips.

Silence hangs heavy in the air. Jasper increases the pressure on his metal gadget, and fire spreads through me.

“I said tell me what you want me to do.”

My breathing is fast now. The juices from my pussy are dripping from me, and I just want to turn around and jump onto his massive cock.

“I want you to fuck me,” I manage to say, sounding as if I’ve run the hundred miles.

“Aren’t you missing something? I mean, weren’t you brought up to be a good girl?” Jasper puts a lot of emphasis on the word good.

Briefly, I think about my parents. My parents, who did not bring me up to behave like this. Just like any person, I can’t imagine my parents ever having sex, let alone a fuck like I’m having.

From memory, I’d say my mother never undressed in the company of anyone, not even my father, and certainly not when the lights were on. It seems extraordinary I was ever conceived.

Of course, Mom and Dad would be horrified if they knew what happened to their good, little girl.

Their good, little girl is not so little anymore. I grew up. I grew up real fast in the last few days.

When these self-assured, slightly arrogant billionaire sex gods took my virginity, the world changed for me completely.

Gone is the girl I once was.

“I want you to fuck me, please,” I mutter and shuffle backward toward him.

The palm of his hand collides with my ass.

“I didn’t say you could move,” he shouts. “Back where you were.”

Without a word of complaint, I crawl forward a little and stop.

“Exactly where you were.”

When I’m back on the same spot, Jasper’s fingers start to hover near my pussy. They don’t actually touch me—they just hover. I try to move toward them and earn myself another whack.

“Don’t fucking move till I tell you to.”

This is harder than anything else I’ve done for any of these brothers. Not moving, being as still as a statue, totally goes against what I want to do.

What I want to do is move against Jasper’s body so his cock will have to fucking enter my pussy.

Actually, he could enter either of my holes, or he could opt for my mouth again, as long as he does something with his cock. I’m dying to have it inside of me.

From what I can see, his cock is bursting at the seams for me anyway.

“Come on Aurora,” Jasper is whispering again.

That slight change of his voice into a whisper is as much of a turn on as the spanking. Jasper’s really working his magic on me, and I like it so much. I feel safe with him, safe enough to allow myself to let go in this way.

“If you keep perfectly still, I’ll reward you,” he says in a darkened tone.

If I cry out for him and beg for it, I think it would count as moving. So I don’t. I try my very, very hardest not to move a muscle.

My arms feel as if they’re going to give way first. When his cock finally hovers near my pussy, I think I’m going to come as soon as he fucks me. I’m so fucking ready.

As if sensing this, Jasper now enters me. He pushes hard, and my tight pussy does its best to accommodate him. If you asked me to compare cocks, I couldn’t.

Jasper feels massive in my tight pussy, but so did Finn, so did they all during our first fuck.

I feel Jasper’s hands reach for my hair again. He grabs it, and I think of an unruly mare being tamed by a wild rider.

His cock seems to grow with each inward thrust, and the walls of my pussy clutch at his cock. It’s as if it doesn’t want to let go of a prized possession. He fucks me for a long time like that, and with every thrust, he strokes against my G-spot, and I feel a range of explosive emotions.

Jasper pushes into me hard.

I moan and shout out his name. “Oh god, Jasper, yes, fuck, yes.”

“You can’t come yet,” he demands, and I shift my weight a little.

Then I feel it. Hot streams of his essence pump into me, and it feels so fucking good and it’s what I want—I want to come. Fuck.

When he comes, I close my eyes. I can feel his muscles of steel contract, quiver, and then relax.

“Now, you can come,” he whispers into my ear.

This is enough to unleash my orgasm. It comes upon me hard. I shake and shiver, and my pussy milks his cock.

When I collapse onto the floor, Jasper’s face draws level with mine.

“I hope you’re not worn out, because we’re only getting started.”