Hard Lessons

by Jasmin Quinn

  Jack dropped his body down on hers, hovering over her, so that he was looking directly into her face. His dark eyes were lustful, his beautiful mouth promising. He kissed her long and hard, seeking out her tongue, playing with it, drawing it to him, then pushing away. The fabric of his shirt raked her sensitive nipples and caused small quakes of desire that snaked their way to her throbbing pussy. His erection pressed down on her pelvis through his pants. He wanted her again and she wanted him to take her, force himself into her, fuck her hard. Fuck her now.

  His breathing was heavy, pacing hers and as he pulled his lips from her mouth, he said, breathlessly, “Please what, Mira?”

  She groaned. He was going to make her beg. “Please…” she hesitated, not wanting to say it out loud. As if knowing she needed encouragement, Jack pinched one of her nipples, hard enough to force a cry from her throat and send a ripple of pleasure-mingled pain down her spine.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.” Mira closed her eyes to her weakness. She was desperate with need, willing to do anything if he would just release her. And he knew it, knew all about her.

  “As much as I’d like to, I can’t. We’ve already decided that you get to come for breakfast.” He grinned at his little double-entendre.

  “You decided.” Mira was desperate. “It was your rule.”

  “Yes, it was. I’m in charge and you’ll respect my decisions because you’re a very good girl and want to please me.”

  “It’s not fair to either of us. You’re punishing yourself by denying me.” Tears pooled in her eyes, in frustration not anger or fear.

  He pulled himself up off her so that he was kneeling between her legs. “You’re right.”

  Mira thought she’d won as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as he bared his chest to her. He was sinewy with hard muscles and strong biceps. A light layer of dark hair on his chest ran down his belly and disappeared into his pants. He was like he was before only better. The years had hardened him, gave him granite angles. He held her gaze as he undid his pants and pulled them down over his ass, exposing his rock-hard erection. “We’re a good fit, aren’t we, Mira? It’s like we were built for each other.”

  She wanted to agree with him, wasn’t sure what he meant. Was it just lust invading her reason, or something more? And was this his plan? To appeal to her vanity? To seduce her so completely, that she would do anything he asked, in or out of bed, become his adoring slave? Or did he mean what he said? Was there something else? A magnet attraction that drew them together. She let the questions go – they were irrelevant in the moment. She wouldn’t give him his answer, even if he expected her to. But she still wanted his cock in her, so she said instead, “Please fuck me, Jack.” A fallen angel, desperate, wild, immodest.

  He laughed as he spit into his hand then gripped his cock and started stroking it. “No, lovely one. As tempting as you are, the rule is the rule. You’ll wait until tomorrow.” He pulled harder at his cock, stroking it with one hand while he squeezed at his balls with his other, looming over her, his eyes touching every inch of her, his gaze stroking her sensually, heating her.

  “Fuck you, Jack!” Mira cried out in frustration, not caring if she made him angry. She fiercely pulled at her chains, thrashing what little she could. Bucking at him.

  Jack watched her flail, his eyes darkening with lust as he thrummed his cock. He flattened one of his hands against the wall for support as he stroked himself harder and faster. Mira couldn’t believe how turned on she was watching him masturbate. She didn’t think it was possible to be more aroused that she already was. “More, Mira,” he gasped. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do you.”

  “You sonofabitch.” Mira couldn’t help herself, she felt feverish and ravenous, every nerve in her body on fire. Her pelvis sought him out, thrusting in concert with his strokes, but only one of them was getting stroked. “I want you in me, I want your hard, erect cock deep in my pussy. I want it now and I want it rough.” She was only dimly aware of what she was saying, but with the little shards of sanity she had left, she thought she might be able to coax him into her,

  “Keep going, Mira. Convince me,” he growled.

  “I want your lips on my breasts, I want you to nip them, suck them, pinch them…” Mira bit her bottom lip. There was so much more she wanted, but she was losing her words as she watched him. His eyes were closed and he was grunting hoarsely. He was going to come, and she thought she might come with him, without any direct stimulation. This was like a wet dream. The kind that made you wake up shuddering; the fantastic revelation that your brain did all the work.

  Then he did, shouting his release, hot jets of semen hitting her belly while he pumped himself dry. She was almost there, all it would take would be a single stroke of his finger or his tongue. Even a breath, a soft warm breeze, a tickle would send her over the edge.

  As his breathing evened, Jack slowly opened his eyes, still dark and lust filled “Jack,” she whispered meeting his intense gaze with her own, hoping that was enough to gain his mercy. He stared at her, indecision marring his handsome features. Then he smiled wickedly as he stood and pulled his trousers up over his ass.

  “Good night, Mira.” He walked away from her and out of the room. When the lights flickered off, the darkness pulled at her, mocking her.

  Four

  Jack sat on the sofa in the living room, tumbler of scotch in hand, swirling the amber liquid inside, not really seeing it although his eyes were glued to it. His mind was on the women he’d left in the play room, chained up and moaning. She was the most dangerous woman he’d ever met, then and now. Then, when she was a young, inexperienced law student, smart, beautiful, courageous, too sassy and provocative. He couldn’t resist her luscious body, her wit, her intelligence, and she’d understood discretion, so he didn’t have to. It was the best few weeks of his life until he realized that she was his kryptonite – too young to be part of his world, too pure. He needed to distance himself and he did, abruptly and brutally. She needed to grow up and he needed to forget about her, but when he stepped into the courtroom a few weeks ago and saw her again, it started all over for him. She haunted his every waking thought and invaded his dreams at night.

  Initially it was anger that kept her in his head. He saw her as the enemy, trying to be a hero to the people, trying to get her revenge, a woman scorned. What better way to do it than to take down his brother. At first, he wanted to fuck her out of rage-born lust, but then as she backed away from the first-degree murder charge he became curious about her. Agreeing to second degree murder was not an easy decision for her considering all the public pressure. There was a stubborn streak to her. Rob’s defence team couldn’t talk her down to manslaughter. Jack would have done it himself, dropped by her home and had a little not-so-nice chat with her, but he wasn’t sure that would work. It might send her back to her first-degree murder charge. He couldn’t take the risk of a trial, not with Mira at the helm. It was bad enough that Rob was taking the fall for the murder of his cherished Amber.

  What complete and utter bullshit! Jack tried to check his fury. This was his doing, not Mira’s. She was following the trail he’d laid for her to convince her that Rob was the culprit. The truth was not an option since the real killer had already been permanently dealt with. Swiftly, but not so fast that the prick didn’t have time to thoroughly regret fucking with his family.

  The problem right now was Mira. He wanted to go back to her, untie her, bring to his bed, make love to her, keep her. He’d wanted that from the first day he saw her in court, even when he was furious with her, he still wanted her, and as the weeks progressed, he shifted from lust and anger, to lust and admiration. Everything about her fed his imagination – her curves, her intelligent eyes, her beautiful face.

  Rob’s fucking defence team was useless. He would have had them all killed if he didn’t think it would land him next to Rob in the maximum-securit
y prison. The more he watched Mira in action, the more he wished she was defending Rob. She wouldn’t have caved to a second-degree charge. She would have fought for manslaughter and based on what he saw of her, she would have won.

  Neither he nor Rob wanted a trial. They wanted this to go away. Rob decided to accept the plea-bargain, her plea-bargain. That’s when Jack started developing a plan in his head, to discredit her. It made him angry all over again that Rob was rotting away in prison. Jack could have had Mira straight up disappear, but he wanted to watch her as she lost everything. He wanted to see her fall apart as her life was torn away from her, when she had no job to go to and no one to turn to.

  His mind turned to the woman in chains and his groin tightened. He already wanted to fuck her again. Funny that. Usually, he wanted to fuck a woman, then have her gone. He wasn’t interested in seconds. He could have what he wanted, whenever and however, but Mira was different, had always been different. Strong and tough. Sweet and compliant, a little coy. Not wanting to give herself to him and horrified that she responded to his handling of her.

  Jack smiled then. Satisfied. He found himself enjoying this play with Mira. Unlike Rob, he had only ever been peripherally into BDSM. He liked hot, hard, rough sex, but wasn’t really into playing. But it had unexpectedly turned him on to see Mira tied and at his mercy, crying out for release. His original agenda was to show her that BDSM was sexual play and nothing more. Consenting adults – doms, subs. That’s what it was for Rob and Amber.

  Jack’s heart cracked a little when he thought of Amber. Jack had liked the lost little woman a lot. She was naturally submissive and good for Rob. For some reason, she gentled him, which was astounding given that there was nothing soft about Rob. Her life up until Rob had been untidy and hard; abusive parents, abusive boyfriend. Rob saved her, cared for her, loved her. And grieved for her when she was killed. Now, he was willing to take the fall for her.

  That’s why Jack brought Mira here. She needed some lessons – in humility, in broadening her uptight narrow view of the world. At the end of this weekend, he wanted her to believe that Rob was a good, kind man to Amber, that he didn’t deserve the second-degree conviction she forced on him. He wanted her to leave with the intention of rectifying her wrong, quietly getting the charge reduced to manslaughter, the sentence reduced significantly. Jack knew what he was about, knew how to get what he wanted from Mira. Always had. The problem was Mira herself. She didn’t know the affect she had on him, or if she did, didn’t know how to use it to her advantage.

  He sighed as he knocked back the last of his scotch and stood up, dropping the glass to the table. He walked to playroom, stood outside the door, ambivalent. He didn’t want to leave her in there, in the dark, chained up alone. He wanted her in his bed, in his arms. He’d lost a lot of years that could have been spent with her, making a painful decision that in the end benefitted his organization and saved the young innocent Mira from his ugly world. But it cost him in the long run. His life was incomplete without her.

  He lingered a few more minutes, debating. If he walked into that room now, if he took her to his bed, he wouldn’t get what he needed for Rob. And he needed his brother right now. Rob was blood. His only blood – women came and went, there were no guarantees, even with Mira. But his bond with his brother was for life. Those thoughts strengthened his resolve and he turned away, walking alone to his bedroom, to his bed. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, he thought as he slid between the sheets.

  Five

  Saturday – Day Two

  Mira woke with a start, at first thinking she’d had a nightmare, but then the realization of what happened set in with a thud. She started shaking and couldn’t stop. This shouldn’t happen. Last night should not have happened. It was wrong, all of it was wrong. Tears slid from her eyes, down the sides of her face falling into her hair and onto the mattress she laid on. She tried to move her arms to wipe at them and remembered that she couldn’t move at all. She was tied up, spread-eagled and naked. A sob escaped her throat as the memories flooded through her. She wasn’t excited anymore, didn’t want Jack Creed anywhere near her, couldn’t stand the idea of him seeing her this vulnerable.

  The tears wouldn’t stop, the sobs that were tearing from her throat seemed unending. Why did this have to happen? How was she going to get out of this? She had to be clever today, she thought as she sniffled. Not helpless and weak. Not crying like a child or moaning like a whore. She needed to strengthen up. Then the door opened, light leaking in from the exterior room, framing the large shadowed man who had taken her so intimately last night and the tears that were drying started flowing again, her body trembling of its own accord.

  Jack walked over and stood, looming over her, looking down. He was shirtless this morning. Just a pair of loose pajama bottoms hanging at his hips showing off his hard stomach. His body rippled with power, arrogance, unbridled strength. She could almost feel his heat flowing from him into her, making her crave his touch again. She closed her eyes to him, needing a reprieve from the demon towering over her, but he didn’t speak and she wasn’t sure she should. Her panicked mind tried to remember the rules, his rules. Should she say something to him? What was the right thing to do – beg him, plead with him, kiss his feet? She needed to be let out of the chains. She needed to pee and get some water. Finally, she gathered her courage. “Please,” she croaked between dry lips. Her voice sounded rusty.

  “Please what?” Jack said as he knelt beside her and stroked her hair. “I barely slept last night, because of you. Your fault that I am tired today. How will you make that up to me?”

  Mira looked into his soulless black eyes. “Please unchain me,” she whispered. “I need to get up.” Then she started weeping again, uncontrollably. She couldn’t make it stop, couldn’t swallow down her cries. He’d destroyed her, and so easily. She was stronger than this, but she didn’t want to be there, naked in chains, no way to hide her vulnerability, unable to defend herself. Her bladder was crying for release. The ultimate humiliation if he didn’t respond to her pleas, and why would he? He was evil, soulless. Vengeful.

  As Jack reached past her face, she flinched. He drew back, his face knotted in surprise. “Why are you afraid of me?”

  Mira swallowed a sob. “Please unchain me. Please, Jack.”

  “You forgot the rules already, Mira.” He looked disappointed.

  “I’m sorry,” she stammered, the panic in her voice vibrating through every nerve in her body. “I won’t again. I promise.”

  He considered for a moment, then quirked his lips. “Okay, I’ll give you a break, but you still need to answer me, Mira.”

  “I’m…it’s…” She struggled to find the right words, the words that would placate him, that would lull him into caring. That would unchain her. “Because you’re taking what you want from me,” she said finally, trying to find the balance between insulting and flattering. “I can’t stop you.” The last word came out squeaky as her tears jumped on it. He rocked back on his heels and looked at her.

  “Have I broken you already?” Again, the disappointment filtered through his voice.

  She knew she had to answer. Had he broken her? Had he really? “I am not broken,” she said emphatically. “I am helpless.”

  He smiled at her, a grin that creased his eyes. Relief rippled through her. She’d said the right thing. When he reached his hand past her head to unlock the chain, this time she forced herself to stay still, careful not to flinch or betray emotion. He removed the cuffs from her wrists, then slid his warm hands over the curves of her body until he got to her ankles, gently releasing both the chains and the cuffs. Without them she was completely naked and the awareness of that made her quake. He saw it course through her body, nothing seemed to go unnoticed by him, but he didn’t comment on it. As she struggled to sit up, he pulled her to him and lifted her into his strong arms.

  I can walk,” Mira whimpered, trying to keep the panic inside, suppressing her urge to struggle.

/>   “I doubt that, beautiful Mira. You haven’t moved in eight hours.” He carried her out of the playroom, into the bright light of the hall, and then into a massive bathroom filled with sunshine and luminosity. She blinked as the light hit her, felt a sharp stab of pain behind her forehead as her pupils adjusted.

  He brought her to a smaller room, off the big room. A closet with a toilet, but it had a door and as he set her on her feet, he let her go. “Keep the door ajar.”

  She struggled to stay upright as her feet touched the warm bathroom tiles. A wave of dizziness spread through her and she gripped the door frame to steady herself.

  He watched, his face impassive, no hint of sympathy or remorse of his ill-treatment of her. “Can you stand?”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “I’m fine.”

  She didn’t want him to think her sick or weak. He was a jackal, he’d leap on it, shred her. Whatever the day held, she was going to stay strong, endure. Resist him. She stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door partway, remembering his order. She heard water running and as she came out, she saw that he was a drawing a bath. She stood there, unsure what she should do next. She thought she should wash her hands, but she couldn’t make her legs take her to the sink.

  “Come here, baby.” Jack motioned to the tub. He’d filled it with water and bubbles and was sitting on the edge, facing her. “You need to wash. I made a mess of you last night.”

  She didn’t argue with him. She wanted a hot soothing bath more than anything else. Her body ached, her ass burned and the semen that he coated her with last night forced vivid memories of her shamelessness to the forefront of her mind. She shuffled over to him and stood tentatively in front of him. “Thank you.”