CHAPTER FOUR: NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES

The Woman. Roxanne.

Yes, the one that laid on the bed, covered up.

Her eyes were shut in a peaceful slumber.  All parts of her body had been velvety the way he had imagined. He had touched and tasted her. Her mouth was sweet. Once he had kissed it, he'd wanted to never stop. He had wanted to fully initiate her to his ways but decided to take it slow. She couldn't be rushed, though her response to him was encouraging.

He remembered the way her body had softly slammed into his when he touched her nipples, and how her waist had grinded on his groin when he kissed her neck. The notch of her thighs had cushioned his hard arousal and had almost made him go crazy. Then, as now, his hands formed fists as he strove to suppress his desire and maintain control. He clung to it. For to lose control and take her the real way he wanted to, might scare her. For now, he'd let this sexy beauty sleep. With another glance at her rising and falling chest, he strode to the bathroom, with the hope of calming his heat with the chill of the showers.

The morning sun cast its rays into the room, making Roxanne groan as she tried to hide her face with the pillows. She stretched and found out that the other side was empty.

Jaxon wasn't there.

Of course,what had she been expecting? That after a night of intense love making...uh no.. "love making" was just too intimate of a phrase. That after a night of intense  fuckery, that he'd be there snuggling and doing pillow talks with her? Jaxon was her boss and she was just doing her job. As she sat up, she reviewed her behavior with dismay. How could she have lost control that way? "Please,Sir, take me now. Harder!" She cringed as she remembered her shameless pleas and the glimmer in his eyes as he took her. Roxanne began to question if she had made the decision out of desperation to save her father or out of her own lustful desires.

For whatever reason, she had let her boss whom she didn't know much about, kiss her. Kiss her the way he did. Fondle her. It was appalling.

"Hypocrite!" She accused herself. Only a month ago, Vivienne had come to her in tears.

"He said he loved me. Believe me,Sis,I love him. But then,he started calling me selfish when I refused to go down with him. He said I didn't love him. I'm not just ready, Sis.". Vivienne had sniffled.

"You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress.

"Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed.

Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties.

"Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted.

Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

"Good Morning, uh..." She stuttered.

"Anderson, Mrs Anderson." The older lady had a kind smile that reached her eyes.

"I brewed some coffee for you. Master Jaxon said to let you sleep in, that you had a long night."

Yeah, a long night. Roxanne cringed.

After her coffee and a little chat with the housekeeper, Roxanne headed to the hospital to check on her father. The man was awake and was happy to see her.

"Papa!" Roxanne cried as she saw him.

"Ay, mi amor. How are you doing?" He sounded very weak and this made Roxanne's heart bleed.

" Are you feeling better,Papa?" She asked.

"Your Tia takes good care of me, Roxanne, do not worry yourself. Have you talked with Vivi lately?" The man asked.

" Yes, Papa, she'll be coming in for the break this weekend."

Roxanne spent the entire day with her father and her aunt. The man joked about everything. All Roxanne wanted was for him to stay alive. She would do anything to keep him. She would not lose him like she lost her mother.

"Get your acts together,Roxanne. Are your hands slippery or what?" Madam Loo snapped at her for dropping the makeup box. Roxanne had been a bit disorganized after her visit to the hospital.

"I'm sorry ma'am." She muttered.

"Get your acts together." The lady snarled and then moved ahead to check on other dancers.

Roxanne got a text from Jaxon asking her to be at his place in thirty minutes. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She began to pack up her things.

"What's this? Where do you think you're going?" Madam Loo questioned as she caught her trying to slip away.

"I'm..I..uh...I've got an emergency, ma'am." She lied. Well, it was an emergency.

"Hmm." Loo looked her up and down. "You can attend to that after your performance." She said and walked away.

" Damnit!" She cursed.

She was at crossroads here. She decided to do a quick performance and head out.

"Come on, go get ready." Loo snapped her fingers. Roxanne obliged.

Roxanne frantically checked her phone as she rode in the taxi. She wished the driver would speed up.

She got to the mansion two minutes later than the given time. She pressed the bell. The door was opened by Jaxon, again.

"Good evening, Sir. I'm sorry...I..." She was interjected. "You're late!" Jaxon's voice was dangerously low. His eyes had hungry flames in them. Hungrier than the previous night.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. Madam Loo..." She tried to explain.

"Get in!" He ordered. His voice was low, sexy and commanding. It somewhat scared her. She did as she was told. Mrs Anderson wasn't anywhere to be seen. She figured that Jaxon had sent the woman off.

Jaxon didn't let her drop her bag in the guest room, instead he led her into another room. It was quite bigger than the one he had last fucked her in. The lights in this room was a dark blue shade.

"Take off your clothes." Jaxon ordered. She couldn't see clearly with the colored lights. She could only make out his silhouetted form. He was shirtless.

Jaxon noticed this and flipped a switch which made the room brighter. She could see him now. He sat on a couch and watched her undress.

Roxanne suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze.

"Shy much?" Jaxon asked.

Roxanne slowly took off her clothes. She was wearing a lacy blue bra and black pants. Jaxon gulped in the sight. He got up and walked up to her. Her hair was still in that annoying bun.

"We need to get you new lingeries." He said huskily as he tugged at the band holding her hair. The blonde hair fell down to her back. This man was intimidating and her body was responding to the intimidation.

Jaxon walked to the place that seemed like a wardrobe or closet. He pressed the switch beside it and the doors gave way. The contents in the wardrobe made Roxanne gasp.

Instead of clothes and shoes, she saw an assortment of belts. Body belts, to be precise. There were also bondage cuffs, spread bars, different colored gags and collars, different shapes and sizes of vibrators and a large collection of whips.

She gulped. "What... what's this about?" She managed to find her voice.

"Playthings, princess, they are playthings, and it's playtime. Which do you want to play with?" He wore a dangerous smirk on his face.

Roxanne's eyes darted to the instruments, back to him. "No no no. I'm not doing this with you. What do you take me for? This wasn't part of the contract? I can't do this." She said firmly.

Jaxon gave a low throaty laugh.

"My pretty princess." He stroked her hair. "You'll do this." He said. He sounded dangerous. " Not unless you say the safe word, the magic word before the beast is fully aroused." He motioned to his growing bulge.  Roxanne's eyes went to the growing thing.

Jaxon is getting maddened by the ticking seconds. He goes to the wardrobe and selects a thick black body belt and a matching whip. Fear grips Roxanne. What is the stupid safe word, anyway? "Please"? "Excuse me"? "Lamadama ding dong"? She really didn't know. She began to move backwards.

"This wasn't part of the deal. I won't let you do that to me." She says as she moves away from Jaxon.

"Oh, it was right there in the papers. "To satisfy every of my sexual desires." This, my dear, is my topmost desire.  The only way to escape this is to say the safe word before I get more aroused. Staring at you as the seconds tick by, increases it." He smirks at her. Roxanne moves backwards, trying desperately to remember the safe word. Why can't she remember the damn word? His eyes are hungry flames waiting to consume her.

She's now cornered and he's so close. Any slight movement, his lips would close in on hers and possess her completely.

"I thought so too. You don't remember the safe word."

"Please, I don't want to do this." She begs.

Jaxon is already very much aroused and the beast in his groin begs for release. Her begging only turns him on more. So innocent!

Roxanne knows she can't do anything now, so she decides to give in to him.

"Now that's what I want to see. Less struggle, more obedience. You're now my Pet . Now get on your knees." Jaxon orders.

Roxanne gulps and goes down on her knees. Hands trembling, she begins to work his zipper.