Mia’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel as she pulled up to the studio just after 9:30 p.m. on a quiet Tuesday. No appointment this time. She hadn’t even texted Jax. After two weeks of carefully hiding both the vibrant wildflower tattoo and the lingering soreness between her legs from David, the ache had become unbearable. The secret marks on her body felt like a constant, throbbing reminder of Jax’s hands, the pain and pleasure he gave her.
She carried a small black tote bag filled with new toys she had bought specifically for this, vibrators, a thick dildo, n****e clamps, and a bottle of lube. Her engagement ring felt heavier than ever as she knocked on the studio door.
Jax opened it, shirtless and surprised, a smirk spreading across his face when he saw her. “Well, well. N
