The Love Trials 1 (The Love Trials 1)

There was silence in the room as he continued playing with me. I clenched my legs to trap his fingers. I needed him to know how badly I wanted him.

“That’s not enough, Nancy.” His voice was deep, and I could imagine the look on his face. “I will not make you mine until every fiber in your body has to have me.”

“I do want you,” I whispered.

“Not enough. I will not take you until you are screaming out my name and begging me. I won’t take you—not until there is no other thought in your mind but me inside you. I won’t take you—not until I know I possess every inch of you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips gently against mine, and then he walked away.

“I’m ready!” I called out, in need of a release. “Please.”

“You’re not relaxing enough. I will not bring you to orgasm until you can relax. That is lesson one.”

“Please!” I cried out, needing to feel his hands against me again.

“You don’t want it badly enough. You need to want it with every fiber of your being. You need to crave an orgasm so much that you can’t even think straight. You need to want it so badly that your mind doesn’t control your body. You need to want it so much that you can’t even see past your desire or need.” He paused. “That’s step one, Nancy. Once you can lose yourself in the moment, once you have lost all those inhibitions, then we can start again and you can experience the cl**ax of your life.”

“Jaxon,” I called after him.

“Yes, Nancy?” He stopped and looked back at me. His eyes were dark and his face was unsmiling.

“Can you untie me from the bed please?” I whispered and bit down on my lip. I wanted to ask him to do more, but I didn’t know what to say.

“If I untie you, this lesson is over. You know that, right?” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Yes, I know.” I trembled on the bed. “I know.”

“Fine.” He walked over to me and gentled undid the handcuffs. “Here.” He picked up my negligee and handed it to me. “Put this on and go back to your room.”

“So we’re done for the night?” I asked softly, quickly putting my clothes back on.

“We’re done.” He nodded and then his lips curled up. “This is a lovers’ academy, Nancy. I’m here to teach you about sex. I’m not here to whisper sweet nothings to you in the middle of the night.”

“I know that.” I glared at him and headed to the door. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“When you trust me enough to go all the way with a lesson, let me know.” He turned away from me, and I walked out of the door in silence.

***

I left my room after about two hours and walked around the corner, heading to Jaxon’s room. I wanted to tell him that I trusted him and wanted to continue with the lesson. I figured that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. It would be good to become a master of seduction if I was going to get Hunter. It had nothing to do with the fact that I wanted Jaxon. Nothing at all. I just wanted to come. I needed him to bring me to orgasm. I could think of nothing else.

I was also surprised at just how much I had let go with him. I’d been someone else. Someone I hadn’t recognized. When I had danced on his lap, I’d felt alive. His c**k growing beneath me had made me powerful. If I were honest, I’d admit that I wanted more than just a simple orgasm. I’d wanted to ride him. I’d wanted to take him inside me. I wanted more than just to get off. I wanted him to get off as well.

I tried to ignore the thoughts in my mind that were whispering Hunter’s name. I had no idea what he was doing with Shannon. I had no idea if they were already f**king. She certainly owed me no loyalties. And if I were honest with myself, I’d admit that it didn’t seem like he even remembered me—unless he was faking it for some reason.

I wanted to continue on with Jaxon’s lessons. I wanted to own my body, own my sexuality. I wanted to be taught by the master. And a part of me wanted to see if I could figure him out. I walked swiftly, my legs trembling slightly as I realized what I was about to commit to. There would be no going back once I went back to his room.

I was just about to turn the corner when my body stiffened. I heard his voice before I saw him.

“So, Jaxon, how’s it going?” a man spoke in a low voice.

“I’m working on it, Dad.” His voice sounded annoyed.

Dad? I stopped in surprise. His dad was here? I was about to turn around when I heard Jaxon’s dad speaking again.

“She seemed like she’d be easy on the train.”

I froze as I recognized the voice. Was Jaxon’s dad the man that had been sitting across from me on the train? I slowly peeked around the corner and stared at the two men as they stood there talking. Jaxon’s face looked angry. And his father? His father was definitely the man from the train.

“Dad.” His voice was terse. “I can’t talk about this right now. There’s been a complication.”

“Remember the plan,” his dad said softly. “Just remember the plan.”

“It’s all going according to plan. Just trust me.” Jaxon’s voice was tight and his face turned into a grimace. “She’s like putty in my hands.”

I stood there in shock and leaned back against the wall. Was he talking about me? Why hadn’t he been sitting with his dad on the train?

“I don’t care if she’s like f**king glue, Jaxon. Just remember the plan.”

“I remember, Dad.” Jaxon’s voice was terse. “Don’t worry. She’ll be in my bed before you know it.”

“And once she is, we move to stage two.” The older man laughed. “And then, Nancy won’t know what hit her.”

“That’s right,” Jaxon responded. “She’ll be well and truly under my spell then.”