In Time for Love (Timeless Love Book 1)

by Kessily Lewel

  She expected to feel sad about it, but she didn't. Rather, she was feeling hopeful, excited to start a new chapter in her life. Maybe it would be with Jack, maybe not, but if nothing else, her dominant friend had opened her mind to some possibilities. She'd found also, that over the course of the trip, with Jack's gentle encouragement, she was becoming more adventurous, more willing to try new things.

  It made her laugh, because Christopher had never gotten her there, no matter how hard he pushed, while Jack had, simply by giving her options.

  "Something funny?" Jack said, tilting his head curiously.

  "Yes, but…life is just funny is all," she said.

  He gave her a bemused look, his crooked half smile making her heart melt as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her in a quick kiss before the elevator doors opened. "It is, and…this is us," he said as he stepped out, pulling her along with him.

  When they got to her suite, the maintenance woman was already there, waiting outside with the requested tool. "Pliers?" she asked, holding them up. She didn't ask what they needed them for, maybe she'd been briefed.

  "I've got an anklet that I'd like to take off, but it doesn't have a clasp." She glanced at the uniform tag for the woman's name before finishing her explanation, "I was hoping you could pry a link open, Tracy," she said, as she unlocked her door and moved into the room. She set her foot on the closest chair seat to give Tracy a look at the chain.

  "Sure, that's easy. Hold on a second." Tracy ducked into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, tucking one corner under the chain. "Just in case it slips," she said as she fit the tip of the pliers in, but a second later, the silver chain dropped to the floor and, just like that, Katherine was no longer owned.

  Tracy was gone almost as fast; apparently, there were other passengers in need of her skills, and once she was gone and the door closed behind her, the breath seemed to go out of Katherine in a rush. She swayed dizzily and had to sit down quickly.

  Jack moved to her side with a worried expression on his face. His brows were furrowed in concern as he knelt next to the seat. "Are you okay, Kitten? You went pale," he said.

  "I…think so, yes. I just…" She took a deep breath and then let it explode out of her in a laugh as she slumped back in the chair. "I feel so fucking relieved. To be honest with you, I had no idea, but that chain must have weighed a thousand pounds, because as soon as it was off, I—" There wasn't a way to explain the sudden feeling of freedom that had rushed over her like a tidal wave.

  Jack didn't entirely understand it, but he could see she wasn't unhappy so he relaxed. He dropped into the chair across from her and gave her a wicked grin. "Well, now that you're no longer someone else's property, are you still interested in playing other games with me, Kitten?" Something about the way he said that made her skin feel like it was pulling tight and she could feel her heartrate speed up.

  She leaned in, barely conscious of the moment. "Yes, Jack. I want—to know what it's like to be spanked by you when it's not punishment, and I want…" she trailed off, a flush heating her cheeks. She couldn't make herself come right out and ask him to fuck her, but they both knew what she wanted.

  He looked both amused and interested, giving her a possessive glance that made her squirm. "You want me to touch you, Kitten? Like I did before, but this time, I don't stop until I make you clench around my fingers and scream my name. Is that what you want?" he asked in a low, rough tone. His dark eyes fixed on her with a hungry gleam that made her want to rip her clothes off and climb on top of him.

  "Yes, please. I need you so bad, Jack. You have no idea how much." Was that breathy desperate voice really hers? She barely recognized the sound of it. Her fingers fluttered up to undo a button on her shirt.

  "Not yet, Katherine. First, we're going to lay down some ground rules," he said in an exquisitely harsh voice that stroked the submissive side of her. It was a tone that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure and her panties dampened instantly.

  "R-rules?" she asked. Maybe that should have put a damper on her ardor, but it didn't. If anything, it excited her more. Her body liked the idea of him taking more control as much as she did.

  "Rules—for tonight, yes. You're a free woman now, but if you want the sexy type of fun with me, we'll be doing things my way. I do anything you don't like, and you can stop it just by saying 'red' and then we'll talk about it, otherwise, what I say goes," he said, a slight smirk on his lips as he leaned back, hands behind his head, the picture of casual. "Is it a deal?"

  She licked her bottom lip nervously and tried to ignore how aroused she was. She wasn't very good at hiding the way she reacted to him, especially when she tried to talk. "Y-yes." She paused to clear her throat when she noticed how high-pitched she sounded. "Yes, I like the sound of that, Jack."

  He nodded, still smirking as he looked at her with heat in his eyes, enjoying the way it made her shift and flush. "Good. Let's try 'Sir' for tonight instead of Jack, just so you remember who's in charge."

  "Yes, Sir," she repeated obediently. She rolled her bottom lip under her teeth, gnawing on the plump flesh in a way he found adorable. It made him want to do things to her, and there was no time like the present.

  "Good girl, now come over here and stand in front of me," he said, a tone of authority in his voice that had her moving before she even thought about it. She stopped in front of him and stood, waiting for his next command. "Are your panties wet?" he asked, one eyebrow going up in question, almost daring her to deny it.

  "Yes—Sir, they are," she admitted.

  "Take them off," he said.

  She grinned playfully as she reached under the floaty sundress she wore, flashing him a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. She hooked her thumbs into the panties and shimmied them slowly down her hips, letting them drop to the floor, a crumpled scrap of damp fabric that was soon forgotten. "Dress, too?" she asked in a teasing voice.

  "No, leave it on," he said. It surprised her, but she obeyed and let the dress drop back into place, her hands coming to rest at her sides as she waited. So far, he'd made no move to touch her; his arms were still behind his head. "Spread your legs."

  She didn't respond verbally but her legs moved about a foot apart; she was curious now what he was up to, but the way he so casually gave her orders was making her even more excited. Her nipples had hardened into tight nubs that could be seen even through the dress and the bra underneath.

  "Further apart, nice and wide for me, Kitten," he said, smiling as his eyes moved down her body, watching.

  "Yes, Sir," she said as she obeyed. Now she was feeling the lack of panties, the nakedness under the thin fabric of the dress felt pronounced as her folds opened and a trickle of moisture beaded and rolled down her inner thigh. The way it tickled made her very aware of its journey, but she wasn't embarrassed that she was practically dripping with arousal. He'd done it to her and she wanted him to know and do something about it. She made a small needy sound and then a louder one to emphasize that desire.

  But so far, he didn't seem ready to participate; he was enjoying simply watching her. The look on his face made it obvious that he was aware of how turned on she was; the bulge in the front of his khaki shorts said he wasn't unaffected, either, but he made no move to touch her; he had other plans.

  "Are you enjoying this, Kitten? Are you wet?" he asked in a low, seductive voice.

  "Yes. Yes, Sir. Please…I want—"

  He interrupted her with a look, and she stopped in mid-sentence. "I know what you want. I also know what you need, and that, is for someone else to make the decisions for the night. Am I correct?" he asked.

  She frowned, lips pouting a little, because she wanted him badly, and soon, but she couldn't honestly say he was wrong. She was hungry for dominance and part of that was not getting what she wanted immediately. "Yes, Sir," she said, a sigh in her voice.

  He seemed satisfied with her answer, nodding. "Good girl. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Show me how badly you need it
." The words were casual but there was a hint of steel in them that warned her not to argue; this was a hard one for her. She loved sex, needed it, and wasn't ashamed to admit that, but she'd never been ordered to masturbate in front of an audience, and she balked.

  "Wouldn't you rather touch me, Sir? That would be more fun, wouldn't it?" she asked in a teasing tone, trying to look seductive to hide her embarrassment at the request.

  Jack wasn't impressed with the disobedience. In a flash, he was leaning forward, grabbing her by the hips and turning her around. The skirt was lifted and his hand cracked down hard across her bare ass. Five stinging swats landed, covering both cheeks in brilliant streaks of red. She yelped and tried to move away out of instinct, but he grabbed her right back.

  She was so surprised by the change from pleasure to pain that he'd turned her back around and was getting comfortable again before she could muster a response. "I was just—"

  "You weren't obeying, Katherine. Do you want a repeat of the other night, except, this time, I don't let you finish on your own?" he asked, growling at her.

  "N-no, Sir, please don't do that. I'll obey," she assured him, already sliding her hands under the dress in a hurry. Once they were there, though, she struggled at first. Her fingers found the slick folds and pushed between them, sliding through the warm wetness as she avoided looking at him. It made it easier if she pretended he wasn't there, but he didn't plan to leave her even that much comfort.

  "Eyes on me, Kitten," he ordered in a gentle tone. She didn't obey immediately, she couldn't, but he knew this time that she wasn't just trying to get her way; she was visibly struggling. "You can do it. I know you want to please me," he said.

  With Christopher, it had never been this difficult. He wanted sex, so it was always so easy to push him there. If she didn't obey fast enough, he'd simply grab her and make her do what he wanted…and, of course, he'd never asked her to do this before, either. Jack seemed intent on her obeying of her own free will, but it was so hard.

  She forced herself to look up, meeting his dark eyes, with flaming cheeks as her fingers moved against the slippery flesh between her thighs. She knew how to pleasure herself, but suddenly, with him watching, it was like she was trying it for the first time and everything felt awkward. She couldn't get the rhythm right, she forgot how to tease herself into excitement, but then her middle finger brushed over her clit and she gasped as a pulse of pleasure shot through her.

  He smiled, giving her a look of approval as he leaned back and put his arms behind his head again to enjoy the show. "That's right, pull the dress up in front so I can see. I want to watch you," he said.

  She hitched it up in front with her free hand, while her other hand was busy. She was aware that her cheeks were flooded with crimson, but it was easy to forget about it as she got lost in the sensations of her body's building pleasure. He let her go on for a couple of minutes, occasionally giving her an order or having her do something different, and at this point, she was fairly quick to obey him.

  "Stop," he said, finally. It was jarring, and her eyes flew open, turning to stare at him with unhappy surprise. The look on his face made it clear he knew exactly how close she was to reaching orgasm and had stopped her on purpose. She wanted to disobey and keep going; just a little longer would be enough, but she didn't dare.

  With a sad little sound of disappointment, she let the skirt drop, both hands falling to her sides. Her breath was coming in shallow pants, and her heart was thudding in her chest.

  "Were you close? Were you just about to peak?" he asked. A teasing smile graced his lips; he clearly knew the answer.

  "Yes, Sir…so close. Please let me?" she begged. It was almost amusing how she'd refused to touch herself at first, and now she was pleading with him to be allowed to keep touching herself. He had her all twisted up and in desperate need.

  "Not yet, it's almost dinner time and I think you'll be better behaved when there's something you want so badly, don't you?" he asked.

  She shook her head stubbornly. Oh, he was right that she wanted it badly, but that tended to make her stubborn and impatient rather than compliant. Some of that was a conscious choice to misbehave because she wasn't getting her way, and it had always worked with Christopher.

  "You don't think a reward is enough incentive to behave until later?" he asked, a curious lilt in his voice as he looked at her frowning face and pouting lips.

  "No, Sir, I-I mean, I'll try, but I get impatient waiting for things and then I get irritated and forget about the reward part," she explained. It was an honest summation of what happened when she had to wait and she hoped it would change his mind.

  It did, to a certain extent. "More of a negative reinforcement type of girl, huh? Threat of punishment works better than promise of reward?" he asked, looking thoughtful.

  Bringing up the word punishment made her hesitate but, finally, she nodded. She wasn't going to lie to him and get herself in trouble; he seemed to be able to tell every time she lied.

  "You need some training, Katherine, and part of the training is not getting what you want just because you demand it. But everyone is different, and if you think punishment is going to work better than a reward, let me show you what you'll get instead of sex if you don't behave yourself," he said.

  His tone was so casual and amused that she didn't realize it was a threat until he'd grabbed her wrist and was guiding her across his lap. The short dress was flipped up in back to bare her ass. The skin was already blotched with pink from the brisk encouragement she'd gotten just a bit ago, and he ran the palm of his hand over the warmth.

  She squirmed nervously, shifting on his lap so she could look back over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were wide and anxious. He didn't look or sound angry so she wasn't sure if she was in trouble. There was no way of knowing what was about to happen, other than the obvious, of course, but spanking could take so many tones.

  "Let's start with an example of what good girls get," he said, grinning at her nervous face as his hand skimmed down over her rounded ass and pressed between her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and trailed his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, each time getting a little closer to her mound, hidden under damp curls. When he tickled along the part of her lower lips, she whimpered and inched her legs apart.

  He pushed one long finger between the slippery folds, stroking the little nub he found there until she gasped. "Perks of being a good girl, darlin'," he said with a soft chuckle. "Now, let's compare that with what a bad girl gets."

  That was all the warning she had as his right arm settled across her back to pin her in place. The left, which had been causing such delicious squirmy feelings, slid free and suddenly cracked a blazing swat down across her ass. It made her rock forward in surprise, and before she'd recovered, a second and then a third was landing just as hard. Five searing swats were enough to bring tears to her eyes and then he stopped, and she wondered if it was over.

  "Let's refresh your memory on the reward part," he said. His fingernails scratched little circular movements at the center of each hot cheek, focusing on the crimson handprints he'd just left. There was something indescribably good about the way that it tickled and then his hand was between her thighs again. His finger pressed at her entrance and slowly worked its way inside of her, where it made shallow thrusts to tease her.

  She moved back against his hand, ass lifting as she tried to get him to do more than just tease, and he did, briefly. His finger plunged in deep, curling to stroke her inner walls as he pumped it in and out a few times, but then she felt him draw away, and even clamping her thighs around his hand didn't help.

  "One more time…" he said and then he delivered a sizzling series of spanks, palm slapping down hard enough to flatten her bouncing cheeks with each swat. The plump flesh rippled with force and she cried out in pain as her legs kicked up. She was grateful that he only gave her ten; it was enough to cause those tears to spill down her face before the final one.

  He stopped a
nd let his hand rest on her heated skin. "Now that you understand your options, Katherine, which experience do you want tonight?" he asked, after he'd given her a couple of minutes to catch her breath and calm.

  She sniffled miserably before answering, "I want—I want to be good," she whispered.

  "Are you sure? I want you to be very sure, because I expect you to be well-behaved through dinner and if you're not…well, then you know what will happen," he said. He began to massage and rub her sore ass. His palm was slightly roughened, as if from hard work. It felt oddly soothing against her skin and she began to relax again.

  "I'm sure, Jack—I mean Sir. I want to behave," she insisted. She shifted across his lap, one hand balancing her so she could look over her shoulder again as she gave him a very sincere look.

  "Good, then there's no reason you won't get what you want, later tonight. The waiting will be worth it," he promised her with a husky laugh. His fingers trailed lightly along the crack of her ass, following the curve down between her thighs with the lightest of touches.

  She relaxed, letting her legs spread, hoping for more of the touching, but he lightly patted her thigh and released his hold on her. "Up you go, Kitten. I'm starving," he said.

  "You're always starving," she complained as she slid backwards off his lap and then got to her feet. She leaned down to scoop up her panties from the floor, but he stopped her with a touch. "Leave them, you don't need them," he said, grinning.

  She shot him a shocked look as she straightened, leaving them crumpled on the carpet. "But, J—Sir…" she trailed off and her hands brushed at her dress and then tugged at the bottom, as if she could make it longer just by pulling at the hem.

  "Yes?" he asked, tilting his head as one eyebrow went up.

  She stopped, recognizing the test. If she argued or threw a fit over having to go to dinner bare, then she wouldn't be a good girl, and she'd already learned that she preferred what he gave good girls. She sighed, dropping her eyes. "Yes, Sir," she said.