Broken Soul (Jackson Family 3)

I didn’t know what I had been expecting when Jaxon told me he wanted to take me somewhere, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Everywhere I looked, men and women were having sex—some with the same gender, and others in the more traditional ways. Men and women were bound. Some were being spanked. Others were being fucked or being played with.

It really fucking turned me on, which surprised me even more than what I found myself emersed in. I never knew I was attracted to this kind of thing.

“Thoughts?” Jaxon quietly asked me.

I licked my lips before I brought my gaze up to his just as a woman cried out and begged a man for more. My pussy clenched. I was throbbing, and suddenly, I wanted Jaxon to do to me everything that was being done to some of these women.

Jaxon rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip when I hesitated with my answer. “Truth, my little wife.”

“I like it,” I whispered, my cheeks burning in mortification.

He grinned, melting my soul. “Thought you would. Come on. We’re going to meet someone, and then, I’m going to introduce you to my way of fucking.”

Oh, boy.