Chapter 10

Jax didn't return to Eva’s bedroom merely to rest. After pocketing the two small cameras, he came back with the singular, cold purpose of completing his sweep. The discovery of Erik’s espionage had triggered his absolute paranoia; if the boy had two, he might have three, or five.

He waited for the sound of the shower. Once he was sure Eva was going to be in the bathroom for a while still, Jax began a silent, methodical ransack of the room. He was meticulous, moving the heavy dresser, checking every electrical outlet, tracing the cords of the lamps, and patting down the curtains. He ignored the sheets and the usual clutter, focusing only on the potential hiding spots for surveillance.

When he was absolutely sure—when the cold, clinical assessment of his security was complete—he quickly put everything back to where it was. The scattered cosmetics returned to the vanity, the dresser was pushed back into place, and the curtain folds were carefully arranged. He ensured that when Eva stepped out, she wouldn't detect the slightest hint of his search.

The hiss of the shower faded, replaced by the sound of running water in the sink. Jax moved to the center of the bed, settling himself comfortably like a king taking his throne.

When Eva finally stepped out of the bathroom, she moved with the slow, almost exaggerated exhaustion of a woman pushed to her limit. Her wet hair was wrapped in a large towel, and she was wearing a simple, black satin night gown, tied at the front with a knot. The gown was deceptively normal, yet it left her long legs exposed and, due to her heavy bust, the neckline naturally gaped, leaving plenty of cleavage exposed.

Eva sensed his eyes on her and turned to him with a slight frown, reading his hunger instantly.

"No, Jax," she said, her voice soft but firm, a clear boundary established before he could even speak. "Erik is in the apartment today, so don't even think about it."

She preferred not to use her superhuman hearing to spy on her son, choosing to give him the privacy she craved for herself. But she could tell intuitively what was on Jax's mind without needing her powers; his hungry eyes and the possessive set of his body told her everything she needed to know. The exhaustion and the presence of Erik had fortified her resolve.

Jax knew she would resist, and even get genuinely angry, if he tried to push her for loud, aggressive sex tonight with Erik in the next room. That was the old game—the one he was retiring. He had to be clever about it now, using her own guilt and desire to shape her into the image he wanted to see.

He **** a flat, defeated tone into his voice. "Well, he is pretty much here all the time. You didn't listen to my suggestion about making him get a job, but I get it. You need him around. But that doesn't mean you can treat me like this, Eva."

He let the silence hang, allowing the shame of denying him to settle over her.

"Come on," he pressed softly, acting like the injured party. "If not sex... maybe let me have some fun with you for a bit? Something quiet."

Eva turned fully to face him, still rubbing the towel through her wet hair. She had a slightly suspicious look on her face, doubting Jax's words and his sudden compliance. Her hand tightened on the towel.

Jax acted quickly, adding the necessary loophole and the crucial reassurance. "Come on, Eva. If you say stop, then I'll stop. I promise!"

Eva sighed audibly, the sound heavy with resignation. She knew she was exhausted, and she craved the release only he could give her, but not at the expense of Erik’s peace. She threw the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner before asking him, her voice laced with a final, **** warning.

"Fine. What do you want to do? And I'm warning you—if you don't stop or try something loud with me tonight, I will throw you out!"

Jax nodded furiously, his eyes gleaming with triumphant focus. He had secured the key concession: Eva would not resist the activity, only the volume.

He pointed his index finger directly at the floorboard, the exact spot where he knew the costume was hidden—the spot he had seen her open and shove the costume in. In the back of his mind a wild thought appeared which he decided to think on later - Had Erik seen what she has under the floor through his spying cameras?

"Get dressed for me," he commanded, his voice growing deeper, more possessive. "And throw in your fishnet stockings with it for me!"

Eva looked genuinely surprised, then resigned. This was acceptable. Compared to the alternative of having loud sex that Erik might overhear, wearing the costume—an act of private humiliation and fetishization—was the preferable option.

She dropped her night gown to the floor and stepped out of it completely naked. She didn't try to hide her body; she knew it was pointless. She could feel Jax's eyes on her full, heavy breasts and the dimpled skin where her inverted nipples rested. As she bent over, he could see every curve.

She got her costume out. She started to slowly get into it, first putting on the stockings as Jax requested—the delicate mesh contrasting sharply with the raw power of her legs.

Jax was watching her every minute movement carefully, analyzing the shifting fabric and muscle. He suddenly interjected, his tone authoritative. "Wear that thong I got you that you refuse to wear outside. No one will see it here, so wear it for me."

Eva gave him an exasperated look for constantly pushing her boundaries, but the resistance was weak. She put the thong on nonetheless—the slick, minimal fabric completing the first layer of the outfit. Jax had to admit, despite her insecurities about her body, her tight ass in the thong looked perfect, aggressively framed by the sheer fishnets.

Soon enough, Eva was standing in front of Jax in her The Shadow costume—the newly altered, slutty one to be precise. The aggressively cut neckline and the micro-skirt exposed her entirely. Now that Jax's eyes were focused on her, she felt super conscious about how she looked and tugged nervously at her skirt, trying to pull it down a bit and cover herself more.

The outfit, obviously made to be perfectly tight, didn't budge no matter how much she tried to pull the skirt down. The deep, plunging neckline, however, was what Jax's eyes were glued to.

He spoke, his voice clear and dominant, a tone that always blew away any resistance Eva put up against him. "Today, we are going to try something totally new and exciting. You are going to let me have my fun and learn to obey me without question, Eva. Just try to relax and have fun, also. Learn to trust me, okay? I'm not gonna do anything that you don't want me to do. I promise!"

Jax's words, blending dominance with reassurance, expertly soothed her inner fight. She nodded meekly, surrendering her will, not knowing the true darkness Jax had in store for her tonight.

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Jax gave her a wide, satisfied grin after Eva's ****, meek nod. He spread his legs and asked Eva to come join him on the bed, indicating the precise position he desired: her body resting against his chest, both of them facing the door to the room. This was a deliberate choice, forcing them both to face the symbolic barrier of Erik’s room, making the secrecy—and the transgression—a shared act.

Eva complied, the suit tight, cool against her skin. With her back resting against his chest and both of them facing the door, Jax slowly started to run his large, thick hands all over her body. The neoprene was slick beneath his palms, the mesh of the stockings rough against her legs. He could immediately feel her shivering—not from cold, but from the raw, nervous excitement of anticipation.

Jax caressed her cheeks lovingly while pulling her closer to him, his mouth near her ear. "Come here, baby," he whispered softly.

Eva couldn't help but feel a potent mixture of fear and arousal at being close to Jax in such an intimate manner while wearing the costume. Her heart raced in her chest, and her breath caught in her throat. As Jax pulled her close, his strong arms encircled her waist, pressing her tightly against his broad, muscular chest. His scent—a mix of musk and cologne—enveloped her, causing a flush to rise across her skin.

"Shhh...just enjoy our closeness," Jax murmured quietly into her ear, his voice low and seductive, playing the role of the protective lover. Eva swallowed hard, feeling a surge of desire building inside her. Her body craved release after being denied for so long. Despite her lingering misgivings, the thrill of defying convention and indulging in illicit pleasures with Jax began to blur her judgment.

He continued the ritual, gently guiding Eva onto his lap while sitting on the bed. She hesitated briefly, glancing toward the closed door separating her son's room from hers. Jax noticed her apprehension but merely smiled reassuringly—a promise of complicity that soothed her anxiety.

"Trust me, sweetheart." Reaching forward, he gently cupped her heavy breasts, running his thumbs along the edge of her inverted nipples, eliciting a small, sharp moan from Eva. This was the key—the focused touch on her insecurity always broke her remaining resistance. He kissed her neck tenderly, drawing slow, possessive circles with his tongue. Eva arched into him, surrendering fully to his touch. She yearned for someone to take control—to make her forget her responsibilities, even if only for a moment.

As his hand continued to explore her curves beneath the neoprene, Jax shifted positions, positioning himself behind Eva. Gripping her firmly by the waist, he pushed her backward until she lay flat on the bed in a prone position. His body hovered over hers, giving off an air of total domination and lust. Eva trembled beneath him, the raw hunger in her belly outweighing the doubt in her mind.

Jax seductively whispered in her ear, his voice dark and thrilling, "You can't wait for me to do things to you, can you, Eva? All you have to do is beg me for it."

Jax’s hand snaked its way up her thigh and under her short skirt, pushing the thong aside. His fingers started to explore her folds, wet and ready beneath the slick vinyl. Eva’s eyes went slightly wide with fear; she was experiencing so much pleasure just from the intensity of his fingerwork.

Jax continued the psychological press, his breath warm on her skin. "You could experience this pleasure all the time, you know? All you have to do is beg me to fuck you."

Eva's hand quickly went to catch Jax's wrist, her fingers grasping him in a **** plea. She whispered back in a slightly nervous tone, "Jax, please, I told you... Not when Erik is around."

Jax slowly increased his pace, deepening the pleasure with his fingers as he added the ultimate challenge: "I'm gonna keep going until you either beg me to fuck you or ask me to stop. Which is it going to be, Eva?"

Suddenly, Eva's body trembled as Jax's finger slid over a particular, sensitive spot inside her. Jax slowed his movements instantly, finding the exact point that had such an effect on Eva. He started to rub the exact spot over and over again with excruciating precision, and Eva's hips began thrusting involuntarily towards his hand as her pleasure doubled, her body utterly betraying her internal rules.

He asked her again in a much darker, challenging tone, "In a moment I'm gonna take my cock out and fuck you. If you want me to stop then all you have to do is tell me."

Feeling the overwhelming, consuming pleasure Jax was giving her, Eva's face was full of conflict for a moment or two. The thought of losing this intensity, this release, was unbearable. Her eyes closed, and she said in an almost inaudible whisper, "Condoms are in the night stand... Please have some restraint. I don't want Erik to hear us."

Jax smiled wide, the concession already secured. He reached for the box of condoms in the nightstand. Taking one out, he started to wear it. He was surprised to see her choice in condom; she had bought ultra-thin, natural feeling ones like he had asked, but she had also picked the ones with spiked ribs as texture. Even in her attempts at normalcy, she had succumbed to the dark thrill of his dominance.

Putting the condom on snugly, he noticed Eva watching him closely, her eyes already glazing over with need. He knew the resistance was gone, and the interrogation was ready for the final stage.

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Jax leaned forward, his massive torso blocking the light, his eyes fixed on Eva as he taunted her. "You just can't wait for me to fuck your tight little pussy, can you, Eva? You don't really care who hears us as long as I fuck you good."

He moved to the final, necessary breaking point: the **** admission of her guilt.

"You like to blame me if Erik hears us, but you still want me to fuck you anyway," Jax continued, his voice a low, dominant growl. "I don't mind being the bad guy, but I want you to admit the truth."

He started the final, agonizing tease. He rubbed the spiked, condom-sheathed tip of his cock against her pussy lips without putting it in. He could see Eva squirm, knowing he was doing it on purpose to get her to confess. Jax slowly moved his thick cock up and down against her wet entrance, teasing her clitoris gently while simultaneously working her other entrance—her truly virgin ass—using his massive thumb.

It was a complex, overwhelming, and utterly erotic sight for Eva: Jax's large member prodding her entrance while his thumb probed another part of her body. This masterful blend of sensation drove her mad with arousal and need. Her mind raced, processing her **** desires alongside her obligation to protect her son. But with each passing second, she grew more lost in Jax's expert touch. Her body ached with anticipation. The weight of responsibility crushed her shoulders, but her mind drifted elsewhere, battling morality amidst intense lust.

Feeling the mounting urgency, Eva whimpered and begged, "Please..."

Jax was quick to counter, leaning close so his breath was hot on her ear. "I can keep going, or I can stop completely. All is in your hands, Eva. Just tell the truth!"

Tears flowed from her eyes—tears of shame, frustration, and need—as she finally spoke, her voice a hushed, broken whisper: "I like it when you fuck me, Jax... Just please don't be too rough, or Erik will hear us... I don't want him to hear us."

Jax sighed, knowing this was probably her emotional breaking point. He had the confession, but he wanted the final, systemic surrender of her identity.

"It's okay, Eva," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, playing the compassionate manipulator. "I'm gonna fuck you, but I want you to promise me not to deny me even if Erik is around now on. Clearly, you crave this as much as I do, so why deny yourself the pleasure?"

He saw Eva nod slowly to his words, and he knew he finally had broken down a very significant psychological barrier in her mind.

Jax now made his final demand, the price for the pleasure he would give her.

He gripped her waist firmly—enough to leave marks on her skin—and started to push his cock further inside her. Eva instantly started to wiggle, feeling the aggressive invasion and the all-too-familiar, painful stretching of her pussy walls. Usually, Jax would stop his invasion inside her when she showed signs of heavy discomfort like this, yet today was different; he was making a point.

Giving her a brief pause from his aggressive thrusts, Jax looked down at her and asked her the crucial, final question.

"I'm gonna make you an offer, Eva. I know you hate the guilt and the shame. That is what stops you. That is what makes you resist." He pushed the tip of his cock further inside, making her gasp. "I can fix that for you. I can take it all away. I'm gonna be the bad guy. I'm going to make all the decisions. You won't have to face Erik with shame because it won't be your decision to moan loudly... it's something I'll make you do."

He paused, letting the magnitude of the offer settle. "Doesn't that sound liberating? Just accept being my Shadow Slut. You won't have to think. No guilt."

Eva was drowning in pleasure, which was apparent to Jax just by looking at her slightly unfocused eyes. She tried hard to focus on his face. "I don't know, Jax. What decisions? What are you talking about?"

Jax just smiled at her. "Everything, Eva. Everything will be on me. Blame, fault... whatever you wanna call it. As long as you accept being my Shadow Slut. You won't have to face Erik with shame, as it won't be your decision to moan loudly... it's something I'll make you do."

He could see clear conflict on her face, yet she didn't protest instantly like she usually did. She was thinking about the dizzying freedom of having no moral responsibility. Jax gripped her waist firmly which would leave any other woman whining about it hurting too much or it leaving marks on her body; as he started to push his cock further inside her once again. Eva instantly started to wiggle as her body on instinct tried to make her run away from the terrible stretching feeling coming from her pussy.

Jax looked into her eyes as she fought off the pain she was experiencing before slowly nodding, without even realizing what fresh hell Jax was planning on unleashing.

Jax gave her a very happy, devilish smile after seeing her nod. That was it! He had managed to finally bring down the wall he had known to be unbreakable. Now all he needed to do was break her into a million pieces and build her back up into a new, improved version of Eva—his Shadow Slut.

And what better way to start than fucking her in ways she wouldn't dare try on her own. He flipped her onto her back then lifted her legs over his shoulder and without warning started to drive himself faster into her tight pussy. Eva instantly winced as he plunged deeper and wider, pushing aside boundaries she hadn't imagined possible. In response, Jax increased his pace further, showing Eva what it meant to give up total control. It wasn't merely the loss of autonomy; it was the freedom from responsibility, accountability, guilt—the chance to live purely for pleasure, moment by moment.

This was a concept alien to Eva, so much so that it frightened her almost as much as it aroused her. But in those hazy moments of bliss, she felt safe in the arms of someone whose intentions were clearly selfish and manipulative.

For Eva, the feeling of helplessness turned into a sweet addictiveness, inviting her to indulge fully in her darkest impulses. Like a moth drawn to the flames, she found solace in the temporary escape from moral obligation and familial duties. Her senses came alive amidst the chaos.

As Eva lay beneath him, her nipples ached from the cool air brushing against them. Unable to deny the thrill coursing through her veins, she reached upward, seeking contact. Grasping his broad shoulders, she pulled him closer until her lips met his. The kiss was slow and deliberate, imbued with the weight of suppressed emotions. Jax understood her resistance well and used it to fuel his hunger.

Faster and rougher, Jax claimed what he desired. Their encounter progressed rapidly, mirroring the intensity of their mutual attraction. Eva was still in her super-heroine suit—she didn't care anymore.

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Eva's surrender was complete. Jax's touch was masterful, escalating the intensity rapidly, mirroring the wild, consuming desire that fueled his movements. His fingers curved possessively around Eva's hip, leaving small bruises that served as painful testaments to their shared experience.

He felt her pussy practically pulling him deeper; her vaginal walls squeezing his manhood tighter. Eva, relieved of her psychological burden, felt like a whole new person to him now that the weight of responsibility and guilt had lifted from her mind.

In his haste to finally fuck her balls deep, however, Jax became a bit impatient and hasty. He was no longer worried about the consequences—that was his burden now. He wanted to claim the final, physical territory she had always denied him.

Jax felt the tip of his cock hit a wall inside her pussy when he pushed his cock inside her in a sharp, aggressive thrust. It was the deepest she had ever taken him, and the pressure was excruciating.

Eva screamed bloody **** under him the very next second, and for the first time, Jax felt her actual strength as a super-heroine when she pushed against his chest. He felt like his chest just got hit by two bricks, knocking the wind out of his lungs and forcing him to stop his aggression. Though he suspected it could have been much worse had she actually wanted to hurt him physically; she could have easily pushed him through the wall.

As he tried to regain his breath, his body completely still on top of hers, Eva looked up at him with a look of heavy concern. "Oh my god, Jax! Are you okay? I didn't mean to do that! You hit my cervix, I think, and it just sent pain shooting to my brain. I didn't mean to hurt you... I swear!"

It was definitely going to leave a mark on him for at least a week, but the bruise was nothing compared to the profound, sadistic realization that was forming inside his head. He had just made a superhuman feel real, actual pain!

He had wondered about it ever since she had finally confided in him about her past and her abilities. He had been happy to earn her trust, but the sadistic side of him that thrived on enjoying putting her through hell had been disappointed to learn her regeneration meant the pain was always fleeting. Though now, this changed everything for him. He now knew there was still a way to do what he loved most: inflict pain and relish her reaction.

He rubbed his chest a bit before saying, "I'm okay, Eva. I mean, knowing you... it could have been worse, right? Like your fist through my rib cage …… kinda thing is worse surely?" He chuckled lightly, knowing what he narrowly avoided, as Eva confirmed his assumption with a guilty nod.

Jax whispered in her ear, his voice rough with triumph. "But you didn't, so no point worrying about it, okay? I'm okay." Jax slowly took both her wrists and pinned them safely on either side of her head.

"Let's be more careful now, okay? I'm gonna do it again."

Eva's eyes went wide as a tennis ball, and she instantly started to protest. "Jax, what are you talking abou—"

Before she could finish, Jax hit her with a massive, aggressive thrust: "ARRRRRHHH! Goddamit, Jax! You hit my cervix on purpose this time... you jerk!"

Jax didn't stop, though, as he hit her with a couple more quick and heavy thrusts, both hitting her directly on her cervix and sending painful shockwaves through her body. He could hear the sounds coming out of Eva echo in the small space they shared: part groans of ecstasy, part whimpers of torment.

They continued with their sexual exploits despite the pain Eva was experiencing. Her body arched and writhed involuntarily with each thrust, clutching onto Jax as she desperately sought to relieve herself from the intense pain. Even then, the thought of losing control still excited her. She was no longer a woman bound by rules or principles; she was simply an object yearning for release.

The **** of his movements intensified, driving her toward the edge of reason. With each thrust, she lost track of reality, finding comfort only in the heat of his flesh pressing against hers. Jax grunted harshly, letting loose animalistic growls punctuated by curses. His fingers dug cruelly into her hip bones, leaving red welts that served as reminders of his power over her.

Despite the pain inflicted on her body, Eva craved more. It seemed that the more Jax hurt her, the stronger her desire grew.

At this juncture, Eva realized she could never return to the life she once lived. As if awoken from a deep sleep, she took conscious charge of her actions. She yearned for the release that only Jax could provide—a release from guilt, shame, and social expectations.

"Take me harder," she murmured, her voice hoarse, her voice ringing with the final, absolute surrender of her will.

Surprised and utterly delighted, Jax obeyed without hesitation. With fierce determination, he pushed deeper into her core, sending shockwaves throughout her entire body. **** to reach satisfaction, Eva gripped onto Jax with everything she had left, matching his pace with an animalistic growl. The intensity in their embrace threatened to break the fragile connection holding her back from complete abandon.

Her inner thighs trembled violently, betraying her struggle to maintain composure. Nevertheless, she allowed herself to become lost in the throes of desire, allowing every carnal instinct to guide her actions. Her cries melded seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, amplifying the raw, visceral essence of their union.

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Just as Eva was entirely lost in the throes of desire, Jax felt himself lose control and start to climax inside her, his powerful shots of cum caught in the condom. Feeling the warmth spreading inside her from his cum along with the realization that he was done and she won't be subjected to any more pain; her own orgasm quickly caught up to her. She felt a heavy orgasm hit her as she felt her whole body tremble as well as hot sensation like warm droplets of rain falling on her skin.

She heard Jax exclaim as if from a mile away, "Wow... my Shadow Slut just squirted tons! Look at you go!"

Then it was pitch darkness for her as Jax saw her eyes roll into her head. Eva slipped into unconsciousness right after he had pushed her far beyond her limits.

Jax felt a surge of pride and triumph. He had managed to finally break her and build her back up into the new, improved version of Eva—the Shadow Slut.

He lay back onto her bed, slowly taking off the condom and neatly laying the cum-filled, spiked rubber onto Eva's left breast as a final, sickening act of degradation for the night. The thought of waking up tomorrow morning and having a serious discussion with Erik about his spy cameras was definitely on Jax's mind as he drifted off to sleep himself.

Next morning, as the warm sunlight came through the window and hit Jax's bare feet, he woke slowly. He looked around and noticed Eva still passed out on the bed beside him, exactly the way he had left her, except the cum-filled condom was now dried up on her chest.

Seeing her lifeless, spent form stirred a strange mix of affection, contempt, respect, and curiosity towards her. It felt surreal how such conflicting feelings can exist together for one individual.

As Jax sat up from the bed, his gaze fell on the condom on Eva's breasts. Remembering that he was supposed to discuss things with Erik, he picked up the condom and disposed of it carefully, making sure none would discover traces of his presence here. Despite being tired due to the sleepless night before, Jax gathered his clothes and started dressing.

After throwing on his clothes and grabbing his shoes, he stood at the doorway leading into Eva's room, looking back once more at the motionless beauty lying on the bed. He felt a mixture of pride and admiration for her ability to endure all that he put her through last night. At the same time, he felt somewhat worried about the fact that the previous night's activities had taken place without a thought for her feelings and emotions; it might mean Eva would be extremely angry when she woke up. Or she might not... only time would tell.

Stepping out into the hallway, Jax closed the door softly behind him. Eva was still partially dressed in her super-heroine suit—the slutty one. She would be a whole different kind of angry if Erik found out she used to be "The Shadow."Though once again an errant thought entered Jax's mind, slightly worrying him. How much had Erik already seen through his spy camera? Had he seen her wear the suit already? When exactly did he put the camera in there? What else had this brat managed to spy on?

By the time Jax turned towards the kitchen, where he could smell the sweet scent of coffee brewing, he was fuming about the stunt Erik had pulled by installing these cameras. Jax had to remind himself over and over again that this was possibly an opportunity which he shouldn't ruin by strangling Erik like his hotheaded instincts were telling him to.

He turned around the corner and came face to face with Erik, who looked sheepish already, startled by Jax’s sudden appearance. Jax simply said in a flat monotone that cut through the morning silence, "We need to talk, boy."

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To be continued …….