by Sky Corgan
“You're a very passionate woman,” Jack breathed when I finally let him up for air.
“Passionate? I thought I was strange?”
“That too,” he let out a breathy laugh. “I don't want you to go.”
“Good, because I don't want to go.”
We kissed again, and the whole world disappeared under the warm weight of his sweet lips—those perfect lips I could kiss for all eternity, soft and burning with desire—desire for me. The thought that Jack didn't want me to go sent butterflies swirling around my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I felt more giddy—or lovestruck.
Oh God, I was in love with him, I realized suddenly. How did it happen? How could I let it happen? The answer to the first question was a no-brainer. A better question would have been, how could I not have fallen for him sooner. I knew I was setting myself up for heartbreak, but I refused to think about it now. Thinking about it would only ruin the moment, and I was so savoring the moment. This was one of life's little gifts, and I planned to enjoy it to the fullest before I had to wake up to reality.
Jack took me by the hand and led me to the dungeon door. Without looking back at me, he punched the number into the keypad. My mood soured for a moment as I stared at the door, waiting for it to open. This was still what he wanted, and it was something I still didn't want to give. This room had a bad vibe to it—bad meaning surrounding it. When the door slid open, Jack turned to me.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Why not?” He quirked an eyebrow, frustrated.
“I don't like this room. I thought we'd been over this before.”
“But these are the types of things I like to do.”
“Then let's do them in your bedroom. I can see your rack of paddles and whips from here. I assume they detach from the wall.”
Now he was confused. “So, you'll do the BDSM stuff with me, you just won't do it in here?”
“Mhm.” I nodded.
“That's not very submissive.”
“I never claimed to be a submissive. Nor am I a slave, or a pet. I suppose I'm not really into the whole power play aspect of it. I'm more into the kink.”
“That's a bit disappointing,” Jack admitted.
“Have I ever been anything but disappointing to you?” Why had I said that? I knew I wouldn't like the answer.
His eyes softened a bit. “You've been many things, Miss Strayer. Exciting, passionate, opinionated . . . highly opinionated.” He grinned. “Disappointing isn't one of them though.”
“Even though you just said I was?” I smirked, refusing to allow myself to swoon. Jack said all the right words, he always had.
“I didn't say you were disappointing. I said that was disappointing. There are a lot of things in this room I enjoy using.”
“And a lot of women who would willingly go in there with you. I am not one of them though. If we do this, it's on my terms.”
“Is that why you ran to my room on Halloween? You wanted things to be on your terms?”
The fact he picked up on it made me blush. “Looks like you found me out,” was all I could think of to say.
“I don't usually bring women into my bed,” Jack admitted.
“But I've already slept there twice, so I don't see how a third time could hurt.”
“This is true.” He gave me a thoughtful look. “Why is this so important to you?”
“I thought you would have figured that out by now.” I turned to walk down the hall, talking to him over my shoulder. “You may be rich, Jack Kemble, but you're really dense sometimes.”
When I got to his room, I began disrobing. I couldn't help but grin at the front of my blouse where buttons had been ripped out in his desperate attempt to get to my chest. It looked like I'd be wearing one of Jack's shirts when I left unless he planned on taking me on another shopping trip.
After stripping down naked, I hopped onto the bed and got comfy. Time ticked by, and for a moment, I thought he might not show. Maybe Jack decided he didn't want to have sex with me in his bed. Perhaps he was rejecting me again. The thought stung my heart and made me uncomfortable, but I was too nervous to move, so I just laid there, waiting.
Eventually, Jack rounded the corner with a flogger in hand. I grinned wickedly, trying not to wiggle from excitement. Whatever he had planned for me, I was sure it would be loads of fun.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up the flogger. It was long and leathery, with more strands than I could count.
I rolled my eyes briefly. “I thought we went over this already.”
To my surprise, Jack stepped forward, lashing me across my breasts and making me cower back. “Submission,” he demanded. “This is a compromise. We will play in here, but it will be by my rules.”
Fair enough, I thought. This was a game I knew, at least. “Yes, Master,” I replied respectfully, bowing my head.
“Good. It seems you do know a thing or two. However, I would prefer to be called Sir. You would only have the right to call me Master if I took you on exclusively as my own.”
The implication made me cringe a bit. I did not belong to Jack, but how I wanted to. “Yes, Sir,” I corrected myself.
“Good girl.” He leaned over, grabbing me roughly by the jaw. The soft kiss he placed on my lips counteracted the roughness of his touch. “On the bed,” he told me when he pulled away. “On your hands and knees. Ass towards me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, wondering if it was necessary. It was better to be safe than sorry though. The pale skin of my breasts was already beginning to redden and welt from the first strike. One thing was certain, Jack took his punishment seriously.
I climbed onto all fours, inching myself back towards him with my legs slightly spread so he could step between them. Jack set the flogger down to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing and exploring and spreading and rubbing his hands all over them. It took everything in me not to groan just from his touch. I jolted slightly as his hand slapped hard against my skin, sending warm sensations through my backside. It felt better than I had imagined, and soon my body was rocking from alternating spankings. All the while, Jack watched his hands, never looking up to meet my eyes. That didn't bother me at all, as long as he allowed me to watch too. Jack spanked me until the stinging was almost unbearable. When he saw me wincing with pain, he'd move to my cunt, rubbing a thick fingertip across the length of my lips. This felt absolutely exquisite, and I couldn't help but moan, wishing more than anything that he'd stick a finger inside of me, or preferably his cock. A few soft slaps to my pussy sent my clit pulsing, and then he was moving back to spank my ass some more, leaving me wanting. You are a dirty evil tease, Jack Kemble. If we weren't playing by your rules, I'd push you down on the bed and fuck you ragged.
“Stand,” he told me, and when I did, he maneuvered me around until I was exactly how he wanted me, with my hands clasped in front of my stomach and my back as straight as a board. “I usually prefer to do this with manacles to keep your hands up, that way you don't move when I flog you.”
The first lash against my already abused backside made me stumble forward a bit. Jack growled at my movement, but he thankfully didn't punish me for it. “Try to steady yourself.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded reflexively, finding my center so that I wouldn't waver again.
Each time the leather straps cracked across my ass, the room filled with the sounds of my muffled cries. Jack hadn't bothered to ask what my limits were before this all began, but I supposed he knew I would tell him to stop if I didn't like it. While I generally enjoyed being spanked and flogged, my butt had gotten too much attention. Still, the anticipation of things yet to come kept my body hot and ready.
Jack abandoned the flogger and stepped up behind me, roughly grabbing my breasts and squeezing them to the point of pain. I could feel the thick bulge in his pants pressing against me, and my whimpers quickly turned into moans. If this is the price I have to pay to take you inside of me, I'd pay it thirty times over.
It took everything in me not to grind back against him, not to turn and feel his warm lips on mine. Jack's hot breath was on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His fingertips groped at my nipples, pinching and rolling them.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, unable to hold my tongue any longer.
“You like that, huh?” there was a hint of cocky wickedness to his voice.
“Yes, Sir.” .
I couldn't figure out if it was a punishment or a reward when Jack told me to crawl back up onto the bed in the same position. Part of me wanted his hands on my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples. The larger part of me wanted to get to the fucking though. My body felt empty without him inside of me.
After I had climbed onto the bed, Jack treated my bottom to a few more slaps, igniting the pain already there. Then his finger went back to pet between my lips, teasing me relentlessly. Surrendering to my desire, I lowered my shoulders, spread my legs a bit wider, and pressed against his finger. For a moment, I thought I would be punished for acting of my own will, but Jack seemed to get the queue immediately. A thick finger poked teasingly at my opening, while a second finger came to rub tight circles against my clit. Slowly, the finger at my entrance pressed inside of me, probing gently until it was all the way in. My muscles clenched deliciously around it. The skill with which Jack's finger worked my clit was unmatched. I groaned as he massaged my little nub with one finger while fucking my pussy with the other. Soon, the combined sensations were more than I could bear, and my entire body shuddered into blissful orgasm.
“There it is,” Jack whispered, pleased as he felt the contractions rolling against his fingers. He dipped in to lap his tongue across my clit until they finished, something that drove me absolutely insane.
“You are evil, Sir,” I whispered.
“How so?” The grin was plain in his voice.
“I want you badly.”
“What do you want?”
“For you to fuck me, Sir.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, stick it inside of me, Sir. I need your thick cock inside of me.”
A soft laugh escaped his lips. “I want you to do something for me first.” The finger left my pussy, and I was sure it was dripping with all the wetness of my pleasure. “Turn around.”
I knew what was coming next, and I welcomed it. By the time I turned, Jack had already pulled his manhood from his pants. It pointed at my mouth like a spear, perfect and thick and veiny, with a nice bulbous head. For a moment, I lapped at the slit, tasting Jack's pre-juices, but then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged me forward, making me swallow his cock whole. I gagged a bit before he allowed me to come up for air, but then I knew what he wanted, and he was able to leave me to my own devices. Feverishly, I sucked and lapped and pleasured Jack's phallus until his pre-seed was all I could taste, delicious and salty and masculine. His grip loosened on my hair, and I listened in pleasure to his soft moaning while I sucked him off. Oral wasn't my favorite thing to do, but it was something I was very good at, at least that's what I had been told. Judging from the sounds coming from Jack, I hadn't been lied to.
After a few minutes, his grip tightened on my hair again, and he pulled me away, letting his slicked member fall from my mouth, streaming a trail of pre-juice and my saliva. I lapped it up as best I could, but Jack seemed ready to move on to other things.
“Turn around,” he urged me again.
Obediently, I took the same position as before, listening to the crinkling of foil as I moved. Almost before I was completely turned, I could feel Jack's hands on my hips, his thick glans finding my hole and bucking inside. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me, giving me what I truly desired. His fucking was carnal and untamed, pounding into me so hard at times I thought the bed frame might break from it. The intense friction quickly brought me to climax again, and Jack soon followed, pulling me up against him and cupping his hands over my breasts while he spilled into the condom.
By the time he was done, we were both breathless. Jack pulled away, giving my ass a final slap before telling me I could lay down on the bed if I wanted. I nodded to him and then crawled on top of the comforter and turned over onto my back, watching as he pulled off the condom and discarded it into the wastebasket.
“Will Sir take off his clothes for me?” I asked, realizing Jack was never completely naked around me.
“You don't have to call me Sir anymore,” he said as he sat on the side of the bed to take off his shoes before disrobing the rest of the way. “Now, I'm just Jack.”
I smiled at his back, loving him more than ever. It would hurt when I had to leave—to leave and be replaced by another woman. What this day had meant to me, it surely hadn't meant to Jack.
When he was finished undressing, he climbed up onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms to cuddle. “Did you like it?” Jack inquired, though there was no doubt in his voice.
“Liked it is an understatement,” I admitted.
“Good. I liked it too.”
“I would hope so.” A hand crept down between my legs to rub my swollen clit.
“You don't have to,” I told him. “You already made me come twice.” Just saying it brought a blush to my cheeks.
“I know I don't have to. I want to.”
With that, I parted my legs slightly, letting Jack's hand drive me to the heights of pleasure one last time before I rested exhausted against his chest. “You're evil, and wonderful,” I told him.
“I'm not evil at all.” Jack smirked.
“Yes, you are,” I insisted.
“If you say so.”
The sex was so good that I found myself falling asleep in his arms. Whether he slept or not, I don't know, but I didn't wake up until late afternoon. Part of me wished my eyes had never opened. The day had been absolutely perfect, and I didn't want it to end.
When Jack realized I was awake, he whispered softly, ”Good morning, princess,” sending a flutter of butterflies up through my stomach again. Whenever I was with him, I did feel like a princess, I realized. Jack was everything I ever wanted and more. Smart, kind, wealthy, handsome, kinky, and an amazing lover. It was strange how I had hated him in the beginning, fought my feelings for so long. Now I was completely vulnerable though, and that was something I didn't enjoy.
“Good morning, stud.” I pushed away from his chest, sitting up before I stretched and yawned. “I guess I have to go home soon,” it pained me to say.
“Where is home anyway? You never told me.”
“You know that guy you rescued me from? I've been staying at his place.”
Jack looked displeased. “He really is your boyfriend, isn't he?”
“No. I swear it.” I shook my head. “I wouldn't be staying there, except I have nowhere else to go. Things with my family aren't good, and I can't stay with Mandy any longer. It was the last place I had to go.”
“So, you don't want to be staying there?”
“No.”
“Then don't stay there,” he said plainly.
“Where would I stay then?” I quirked an eyebrow, suddenly feeling guilty. He was a problem solver. Jack had come to my rescue too many times already. More than likely, he'd offer to get me an apartment or hotel until I could find a place of my own. I didn't want him to have to do that for me.
“Stay with me.”
This shocked me a bit. “With you?”
“Yeah. Why not? I said I didn't want you to leave, didn't I?”
“Yeah, but . . . for how long? I don't have a job, and—”
“I'll give you your old job back,” Jack interrupted me.
My stomach churned, but this time it wasn't from happy butterflies. “No offense, but I really don't want my old job back. Don't get me wrong, it was great and all, but I can't work around you. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“Does this have something to do with being one of the other girls?” he asked suspiciously.
“Yes,” I admitted.
He sig
hed. “Fine. Well, you can still stay here.”
“I don't know how long it will take me to get a job. I don't want to be a burden.”
“You're not a burden,” Jack insisted. “Would you want to stay with me?”
I hesitated, “Yes.”
“Then it's settled. Robert will come with you to help get your things to make sure that guy doesn't harass you again.”
“He won't harass me, but thank you.”
And that's how it all began. Jack moved me into one of the guest bedrooms, but I never slept there. Every night, I would find myself in his bed and wake up beside him the next morning. The sex was always amazing, better than I could have ever dreamed.
It took a few months, but I finally landed a steady job. Jack told me I could stay with him until I had saved enough money for my first month's rent, but when the time came around for me to move out, he begged me not to leave. He was as in love with me as I was with him, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Years passed before he finally proposed, and only nine months after we were married did I give him an heir to the Kemble fortune, a boy whom we named John. A few years later, our daughter was born.
It was hard being married to a wealthy multibillionaire, especially when I had come from such humble beginnings. His parents didn't like me at first, thinking we were an ill-suited match, but whenever their grandson was born, that all faded away into acceptance. I wasn't going anywhere anyway, so they would just have to get used to me.
Occasionally, a rumor would surface in the tabloids that Jack had been seen out with some starlet or model, but he came to me at night all the same, and I honestly never suspected he was cheating on me. We were too happy for that—a perfect family.
Growing up, I didn't believe that fairy tales ever came true, but Jack had given me my happily ever after, and that's more than a girl like me could hope for.
Bonus Excerpt from The Billionaires Club Duet
Never before has my pulse raced so much just from being looked at. My first impulse is to avert my eyes. Is this how I'm supposed to act? Is this how the other girls before me acted?