Broken Soul (Jackson Family 3)

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When we steppedinto the club, men and women were already fucking. Some women were gagging on dicks, and some men were getting spanked. Other women were letting their masters drink shots from between their tits.

And when I looked down at Inessa to gauge her reaction, I was pleasantly surprised to find her turned on. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were dilated, lust ringing through them. My cock surged in my jeans at the sight of that needy look on her face.

My little bunny had a thing for exhibitionism, and I was going to give her a taste of it tonight. I’d only planned to get another room, but judging by her response to the crowded room, this was what my naughty little wife truly wanted. And I felt she was finally ready to experience it.

I led her down the stairs and into the room I’d ordered for the night, our things already there. Once the door was shut behind us, I turned her to face me. “I want your complete honesty,” I began.

“Always,” she said without hesitation, her hazel eyes locked on mine.

“Do you trust me?” I asked her.

She looked at me in confusion. “You’re the only person I trust, Jaxon.”

I kissed her, her response warming my soul in a way she would never begin to understand. The fact that I held all of her trust—that shit did something to my heart. And I’d cherish that trust for as long as I lived.

“I’m going to give you a taste of what it’s like to let other people watch me fuck you, to watch me claim you.” She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, her lips softly parting. “You want that?”

She licked her lips and ran her eyes over my face before she answered me. “Yes.”

I brushed my fingers down her cheek. “Strip. Fold your clothes. Put them on the table.”

“Yes, sir,” she softly replied, instantly falling into submissive mode.

I watched as she pulled her clothes off, neatly folding them and placing them into a pile before she turned to face me. Her nipples were hard, and her thighs were already slick.

She wanted this—bad. And I wasn’t one to disappoint my wife when it came to pleasing her. I wanted every orgasm I could wring from her all-too-willing body.

I pulled my shirt over my head and handed it to her. She folded it and placed it on top of her clothes. I walked forward and ran the tip of my finger over her diamond collar. She tilted her head back, granting me more access to it, a shiver running through her curvy frame.

“I’m going to put a mask on you,” I told her, grabbing the bunny mask from the table. “If it starts slipping, I want you to give me your warning word. What is your warning word?”

“Yellow,” she said softly.

“Good girl,” I praised. I slipped the mask over her head. Her pretty, dark eyes stared at me through the eye holes. I fingered her nipples, watching as she moaned and arched into my touch. God, she looked hot as fuck with that bunny mask on. “You ready, baby girl?”

There was no hesitation with her answer. “Yes, sir.”

I grabbed her hand in mine and led her out of the room, locking the door behind us. People stared at her, lots of men in particular, as we walked by, heading up into the main room where I’d noticed she had enjoyed everything going on.

A table was available in the center of the room, which was perfect. I wanted everyone’s eyes on her as I took her body as mine over and over. I wanted her as the center of attention.

She trembled beside me, but I knew her well enough by now to know that she wasn’t nervous. She was excited. I loved that my wife was as much of a freak as I was.

I lifted her body easily and laid her out over the table before I shackled her wrists and ankles to it, binding her and holding her open, completely at my mercy. She drew in a shaky breath, her breasts softly jiggling as she did so, her eyes on the ceiling. My skin crawled with stares, but I tuned them out, focusing on my dirty wife.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” I praised her. “So, tonight, so long as you follow my rules and remain obedient, you’ll experience pleasure like you’ve never experienced it before.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, but I could hear the greediness in her voice. My little bunny was desperate for me.

I didn’t have toys, but I didn’t need them. I slid my finger up her soaked slit and dipped two inside of her sopping cunt. “Oh, God,” she moaned, arching her back, her tits swaying as she did so.

“Not God, baby girl,” I rasped. “Just your husband.” I thumbed her clit with a grin. “I’m better.”

“Yes, you are,” she moaned, gasping when I applied a little more pressure to her clit.

People drew closer, watching as I got her off. Inessa’s breathing picked up in pace, and she panted, gyrating her hips against my hand until she came, crying out, her legs shaking with the force of her orgasm.

But I wasn’t done. I wrung another from her, and then another. Two more after those two. Her pussy was soaked. The table was just as wet beneath her glorious, plump ass. She was pleading for me to stop, but I knew she didn’t mean it. We’d played a lot the past couple of weeks, and I knew her limits.

My little bunny loved to come for me.

I lowered my face between her thighs, eating her out like a man starved. I worked her hard and fast, giving my tongue a workout it hadn’t had in a damn good minute. She was screaming, chanting sir over and over, her entire body shaking.

By now, we’d drawn the attention of the entire room. I pulled my cock from my jeans and fisted myself before I stood up, shoving my fingers back inside of her. “Look around you, bunny.” She turned her head, following my orders. “All these men want to come. You’ve got all of us so fucking worked up.”