Lexi’s whole body clenched, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as the two of them began thrusting in and out of her in tandem. She could feel Jackson’s big hands gripping her hips as his big cock plunged in and out of her ass.

Was this really happening?

Earlier when he’d spanked her and spent those long minutes on the couch playing with her breasts, she’d almost succumbed and told him it was her. Ripped off her mask and forced him to see her as the woman she’d become, not the nineteen year old he’d left behind because he didn’t think she could handle him and his dark dominant Aries proclivities.

Well, she was damn well handling his Aries dick fucking her ass with slow, deep strokes right now.

She was sobbing in pleasure, almost choking on Donovan’s cock, not because of anything bad he was doing but because she was so caught up in what she was feeling. She’d been double penetrated before, but it had never felt like this. Never felt this good, this all-encompassing. This overwhelming.

She sucked harder on Donovan, taking him deep into her throat, hollowing out her cheeks to add more pressure. She groaned as she felt Jackson pull almost all the way out of her ass, waiting for the deep thrust she knew was coming. She didn’t have to wait long.

She heard a voice keening and it took a moment to realize it was her own as Jackson continued his deep slow thrusts while Donovan plundered her mouth with faster jabs.

“I’m coming, little sub,” Donovan said between pants. “You swallow it all, then Jackson’s going to let loose on that ass of yours.”

She sucked harder, swallowing on his dick in her throat, the motion setting Donovan off. He came with a shout, his hot cum spurting into her mouth and throat.

“Damn, she’s fucking incredible,” Donovan said to Jackson as he pulled out of her lips. “Do you want me to gag her?”

Jackson had kept up his even, deep thrusting the entire time. “No, I want to hear her scream. Take off the nipple clamps.”

Lexi grimaced. Take them off now? Oh God.

Donovan's grin was pure evil. “Now I wish she wasn't strapped down so tightly. She'd buck like a wild horse having you in her ass while those come off.” 

Jackson laughed. “Next time we'll be sure to do that.”

Lexi prayed there would be a next time.

“Sweetheart,” Jackson's voice said from behind her. “You will not come when those clamps come off. If you do, I will pull out of your ass and we'll give a demonstration of what a spanking with a belt should look like instead.”

“No, Sir.” She breathed heavily as Donovan's hand moved to her breast. “I won't.” She prayed she wouldn't.

Jackson continued his slow thrusts in and out of her ass as Donovan released the first nipple. Lexi's head flew back and she gave a shout. “Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow!” She clamped down on Jackson in her ass, trying to keep herself from coming.

His hands gripped her waist and he leaned over her, murmuring in her ear. “That's right baby, you hold it back. You wait until I tell you to come.”

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed, desperately wanting to please him.

He lifted his weight off her and continued leisurely thrusting for a few more moments before pulling almost all the way out.  ”You better hold on, little sub. No coming. Now, Donovan.” 

The other clamp released and Jackson pounded heavily into her ass. Lexi wailed. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from orgasming. Her ass clamped down on Jackson's cock again.

“That's right. Grip me with that ass. Good girl.”

Her breathing didn't even have a chance to return to normal. 

He gave the fleshy part of her ass a smack and she groaned. “Do you want me to touch your clit, sub? Send you soaring?”

She had never wanted anything more in her entire life. “Yes, Sir,” she panted. “Please touch my clit. Please let me come.”

He thrust into her again, slowly. Evenly. His finger circled around her clit but didn’t give her the pressure she wanted. She tried to wiggle her hips, to push back against him, but she couldn’t do anything. Now that Donovan wasn’t in front of her face she could see the people watching, their faces enthralled.

Jackson continued his thrusts, making them shorter now, but keeping them at the slow pace. His finger kept circling closer to her clit then backing away, never giving her the touch her body really wanted.

Soon Lexi couldn’t think of anything at all except the need that was consuming her. This was Jackson driving her like this. Jackson inside her body the way she’d always dreamed he would be. Jackson who had spanked her and kissed her and clamped her nipples the way she loved.

Jackson.

Lexi sobbed out loud. “Please.”

“Beg me to fuck your ass harder. Loudly enough so everyone can hear you.”

Lexi’s pussy gushed at his authoritative tone, driving her closer to that peak.

“Yes, please fuck my ass harder.” Her voice was choppy but plenty loud. She could hear people chuckling at her pleas. She didn’t care. Only cared about what Jackson would give her. “Please, I’m begging you.”

Once he turned loose, he showed no mercy. He plowed into her, plundering her ass with his large cock, burying it the hilt then pulling all the way out before slamming into her again. The only thing she could hear over the sound of her own sobs was the loud wet slap of flesh against flesh every time he bottomed out in her.

He applied his thumb directly on her clit in a hard pressure and the world exploded around her. As he’d promised she would, Lexi screamed, wailing into the air as she came and came. She jerked against her restraints but they held her firm.

Jackson gripped her hips with a bruising force as he came with a shout.

As she came down from the high, Lexi drooped over the leather bench, her body replete and boneless. Vaguely she could hear people mulling around her, some had even applauded, as she'd given a final shuddery gasp as Jackson had pulled out of her. 

She felt his hand stroke down her spine. “You okay there, sweet sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, not opening her eyes.

A few moments later she felt the restraining strap across her waist release and Jackson and Donovan unhooking her buckled wrists and ankles. Donovan grabbed her hands to help her to her feet, as Jackson wrapped her in a blanket and swung her up in his arms.

“You got her?” she heard Donovan ask.

“Absolutely.” 

“I'll clean the scene area then.” Donovan's face came directly in front of her glazed sight. He kissed her thoroughly. “You were something else, darlin'. I hope we can do that again some time.”

Lexi gave him a smile, not even able to find her voice before snuggling back into Jackson's shoulder. He sat in a chair near the bar, wrapping her more fully in the blanket. One of the waitresses brought a bottle of water and he opened it and held it to her lips. 

She drank, lying there in his arms, and let the pleasant buzz hovering around her body and mind take her. There was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be. A reckoning was coming, when Jackson found out who she truly was, but she could not think about that right now.

He held her patiently, she had no idea how long. People came up to talk to him — the words didn't make sense to her blurry mind — and all she could feel was his hand constantly stroking her shoulder or up and down her leg. 

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” he murmured. “Do you want to take the mask off?”

Reality came crashing back. She stiffened. “No.”

The fingers that had been trailing up and down on her leg stopped. “Alexandra, you do know that I know who you are, right? That I know your sexual submission is only in the bedroom and clubs. I would never let it affect our companies' professional relationship.”

“I know, Jackson, it's just...”

His eyes narrowed. 

“I'm sorry, I meant, Sir.” 

“No, it's not that, it's...” He'd completely stiffened under her and not in a good way. “Are you doing okay? That was an intense scene and you were pretty blissed for a while.”

She nodded. “Yes, I'm great thanks.”

“That stuff we were talking about before the scene.” His hand inched up higher on her thigh. “I still want those. Want rights to this pussy.” His fingers brushed against her. “Want to see you without the mask.”

“I-I want that too.” More than anything.  But she knew it wasn't going to go over well. 

He sighed. “But I need a few minutes, okay? It's after midnight and—”

Now it was her turn to stiffen. “It's after midnight?” She needed to get out of here. Had a trap to set. 

His smiled softened his granite cheekbones, but didn't quite reach his eyes. “Like I said, you were pretty out of it for a long time, little subbie.” 

She nodded. “But sure, you need to go.”

He sighed. “Just for a while. I'll be back. Will you be okay?” He bent down and brushed his lips over hers. 

“Yes, I'll be fine. I'm just going to go into ladies' locker room. Shower. Change. I don't want to get caught by Magic Mike again.” She stood with his help.

He stiffened. “Maybe I should stay.” 

She touched his arm. She wanted him to stay, but she couldn’t, so didn't want to encourage him. “No, I was just kidding. I don't think anyone would try to pull me into a scene after the show we gave them.”

He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his much taller body. “It was quite the show. And I'd like a more personal one.”

She traced her fingers across his brow so furrowed. “Go take care of whatever it is you need to handle. We've got time.”

His eyes narrowed again, staring at her. Finally he just gave her a nod and turned away without another word.

Lexi watched him go. If she didn't have so much on her own plate right at this second she might be worried. But really, there was no point in worrying about what he thought of her as Alexandra Silver. Next time she saw him she'd be revealing that she was Lexi. And she had no idea what would happen from there.

So instead, she'd think about catching a thief. Somehow setting traps and cloak and dagger missions seemed much less dangerous than facing Jackson's wrath.