“Kneel.”
She obeyed, a thrill of desire sweeping over her skin as soon as her knees hit the floor in front of Jackson. It had been so long since she’d knelt in front of a man and meant the act of submission with every bone in her body. Derrick had demanded she meet him at the door every day on her hands and knees when he got home from work, but her heart had never been in it, especially not the last couple of years.
But with Jackson, it was like her entire being lit up from the inside. Blinding need, hot and thick, consumed her in a suffocating rush. Her skin suddenly felt too small and the aching inside her too big. Her pussy clamped down around its own emptiness as her nipples puckered so tightly they began to sting. Suddenly her mind flooded with images of what it would be like to meet this man at the door every night.
One night he might demand she take his cock between her lips, service him with her mouth until he jerked and pulsed, spilling cum down her throat. Another night, he might demand she strip and get on all fours. Then he’d drop to his knees behind her and shove his way into her ass and fuck her—hard—all while telling her how much he’d missed his dirty little slut while he was at work.
Call her twisted, but just imagining the moment made her breathless.
“Do you like kneeling for me?” he asked, the tone of his voice making it clear he already knew the answer.
“Yes, sir,” she said, marveling at how right it felt to call him “sir.” It was amazing how easily they transitioned from the easy banter of old friends to the world of the dom and his obedient sub. It made her long even more fiercely for the chance to find out if their relationship could have lasted for the long haul.
“Does it make your pussy wet?” he asked, bringing her mind back to more pleasurable things. She wasn’t going to think about their inevitable separation anymore. From now on, she was going to be focused on enjoying the present.
She sucked in a deep breath and let it out, allowing her mind to clear as she did so. “Yes, sir.”
“Show me. Touch yourself,” he said, in a whisper so soft only she could hear.
Hand trembling with excitement, Nicky slid her fingers down the front of her shorts, inside her panties. She had only the tiniest tuft of hair left on her mound after her shaving efforts in the shower, but the feel of that coarse fuzz against her fingers was unbearably arousing. Touching those neatly trimmed hairs meant she was only a few centimeters away from slick, wet flesh, from where she was already dripping with need for Jackson.
She moaned as her fingertips eased past her clit, throwing her head back, feeling her hair brush her neck as she tipped her face toward the ceiling. Now Jackson would be able to see what it did to her, see how hot it made her to touch herself while he watched.
Nicky dipped first one finger and then two into the cream between her legs, slowly fucking herself with her hand, amazed at how close she was to orgasm. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so aroused, even during the time she’d spent with Jackson in his cabin. She was hyperaware of every inch of her sensitive flesh, of Jackson standing over her, of the couple a few feet away and the noise the female sub made as her partner tied her to the Saint Andrew’s cross on the wall.
“Open your eyes.”
She did, meeting Jackson’s with another moan. Just looking at him was nearly enough to make her come, right then. The heat in his gaze sent a shock of electricity zinging into nerve endings she hadn’t even known she possessed. Her hand moved faster of its own accord, coaxing more cream from her body, until her fingers were coated with her own sticky arousal and her muscles trembled from being so near the edge of release.
But she knew he wouldn’t let her tumble over. He was too good at his work.
“Stop. Show me your hand.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in the air in front of her. Jackson gripped her wrist, steadying her, then leaned down and sucked both fingers into his mouth, moaning in approval.
Nicky watched him clean every inch of her damp flesh, captivated by the profound pleasure so evident on his face. The man genuinely loved the intimate flavor of her body. It wasn’t a declaration of love and she knew there were people who might even find what Jackson was doing repulsive, but it still made her throat tight with emotion to watch him taste her so thoroughly before pulling away with reluctance.
Jackson made every part of her feel beautiful, desired—inside and out. When he looked at her with such obvious adoration, she felt like she could do anything, would do anything he asked to make sure the light in his eyes never faded.
It might have been a frightening realization if they were planning a future together, knowing she was so eager to obey Jackson’s every command. But they only had tonight, so the thought just made her feel . . . ready.
“You’re ready.” Jackson echoed her thoughts, his eyes darkening, letting her know he was also ready to get down to business. “Get up on the bench, hands down at the end with the cuffs.”
Adrenaline dumped into Nicky’s system as she climbed up on the bench, straddling the padded middle and positioning her knees on either side. The second her ass was in the air and her wrists reached down to where Jackson waited with the gold handcuffs, her mind began to soften, her awareness narrowing to the man cuffing her in place.
The familiar buzz of excitement and relaxation, anticipation and contentment, pulsed through her veins, making her feel far more intoxicated than an entire bottle of the brandy they’d sipped at the bar could have ever accomplished. By the time Jackson finished with her hands and smoothed one large, warm hand down her back, all the way to her rump, she was beyond rational thought, nothing but a bundle of nerves ready to respond.
“You may speak when asked a direct question,” Jackson said as he arranged her clothing with slow, deliberate movements.
First he tugged both sides of the loose-fitting satin shorts up, exposing the cheeks of her ass to the cool air, making the fabric between her legs pull tight against her clit. It was just enough stimulation to make her gasp and tremble, wishing it was Jackson’s fingers rubbing against her instead.
“Do you like having your ass bared for me?”
“Yes, sir.” Nicky sighed in pure pleasure. “So much.”
“What about your tits? Would you like me to see them? To touch them?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, the words turning to a moan as Jackson’s hands moved to her chemise, pulling at the neckline until her breasts sprang free, her hypersensitive nipples brushing against the fabric enough to send a bolt of desire surging between her legs.
“I love these tits. I love how your nipples feel in my mouth.” He captured one nipple in his hand as he spoke, plucking and tugging until Nicky’s breath came in little pants and needy sounds issued from the back of her throat. “I love to suck them while you ride my cock. Do you like that?”
Jackson transferred his attentions to her other breast, pinching and rolling. Frissons of excitement shot between her legs, making her voice shake when she finally managed to speak. “Yes, sir. I want you inside of me. Please.”
“I’m not going to change my mind, Nick. We agreed on the terms of engagement before we left the hotel,” he said, both hands busy with her nipples, making her head spin and things low in her body twist and ache.
“Please, Jackson,” she begged, certain she would lose her mind if she didn’t feel him filling every inch of the horrible emptiness between her legs. “Please, fuck me. I’ve changed my mind. Please, I—”
“No. And you should have known better than to ask.” His fingers abandoned her breasts, making her moan with a mixture of disappointment and relief. She couldn’t have taken much more without losing her mind from want, but she still felt the absence of his touch like a physical blow. “I’m disappointed.”
“I wasn’t asking, I was begging,” Nicky said, doing her best to explain herself. “Jackson, please, there isn’t—”
“You were only supposed to speak when answ
ering a direct question,” Jackson said as he tucked her breasts back into her shirt. Seconds later he was circling around behind her, headed toward the selection of paddles and whips on the wall. “Now, you’ll have to be punished.”
Excitement rushed across her skin, sharp and electric.
God. Yes. This was so perfect. This was exactly how she’d always dreamed a scene could be, each moment flowing into the next almost like they were working from a script. She should have known Jackson wasn’t the kind to go straight to the paddle without any buildup. He needed a reason to spank her and he knew she needed it, too. He dominated the way he made love, with just the perfect amount of foreplay and a commitment to the business at hand that made her skin feel like it was going to melt clean off her bones.
“Tilt your hips, show me my ass.” Nicky obeyed, arching her back, revealing as much of her bottom as she could while still wearing her shorts. “Beautiful. For a disobedient little slut, you have a gorgeous ass.”
His hand descended on her ass a second later with a swift smack that made Nicky gasp and her entire body come alive. Just the sound of skin making sharp contact with skin was a certified aphrodisiac.
“I was going to use one of the paddles, but I think my hand is better for this job, don’t you think?” he asked, punctuating his words with stinging slaps to both mounds of her ass. The pain accentuated her pleasure, intensifying the drunken feeling spinning through her head.
“Yes. Sir.” Nicky’s eyes slid closed and a shudder of bliss shook her body. “More, sir.”
“Don’t speak unless answering a question, slut.” He intensified his efforts, his hand falling faster, harder, making her cry out and a wild laugh escape her lips.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling so high after only a few minutes in restraints. It made her wonder what undiscovered territory she and Jack might find if they had hours to play, if they worked their way through the rooms of equipment, until they were both so unbearably aroused Jackson couldn’t resist fucking her against the wall.
“This is making you wetter, isn’t it?” Jackson asked, his voice caressing her sensitized flesh.
“Why don’t you see for yourself, sir?”
“You want my fingers in your pussy?” He slapped her again, and again, until her already reddened ass burned. But it was a sweet heat, driving her excitement to a place where pain and pleasure fused into one all-consuming need. The need to feel him touching her, owning her, punished her and blessed her all at the same bliss-inducing time, until her entire body trembled with excitement.
“Yes, sir. Yes, please, I—” Her words ended in a cry as Jackson shoved aside the scrap of fabric covering her sex and shoved his fingers inside her.
He set a punishing rhythm, driving in and out with first two fingers and then three, never ceasing his work on her stinging cheeks for a moment. Low, almost guttural sounds filled the air, but it took several seconds for Nicky to realize they were coming from her own mouth. And even when she did, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Jackson brought out the animal in her, the sexual creature who knew no shame when so close to complete and utter satisfaction.
“Come for me, slut. Come on my fingers. I want to feel my pussy—”
“Jackson!” Her lips remembered how to speak his name, though it certainly wasn’t due to any help from her mind. Her head was nothing but a mass of swirling colors and flashing light, oblivious to anything but pure, overwhelming pleasure.
The orgasm hit hard and fast, wrenching things low in her body until it felt as if the bliss might break her. Her entire body exploded all at once, every inch of her skin on fire, every nerve ending sending messages of ecstasy rocketing up her spinal cord, overloading her brain, making her scream. She felt as if she’d been plunged into freezing water, the shock of the moment was so intense.
“Yes, god, yes.” Jackson’s soft words of approval were the first thing she heard as the ringing in her ears subsided and her soul reconnected with her body.
It felt as if she’d been in the grips of the fierce pleasure he’d given her for hours, like she’d lost time somewhere between when he’d told her to come and she drifted down to earth, coming to her senses enough to realize his fingers still played in and out of her slickness. It was a pleasure blackout, induced solely from the skill of the man who worked her body and mind, no controlled substances required. She’d heard about this kind of thing, but never experienced the phenomenon, never known how elated and terrified it could make her feel.
She’d truly been out of her mind, totally dependent on her dom to care for her while she explored the boundaries of how much pleasure one body could take. No matter how scary that was on one level, Nicky knew she was going to crave the experience again and again. She was hooked with one go, like a heroin addict in the making.
“Was that as good as it looked?” Jackson pulled his fingers from between her legs and repositioned her shorts before leaning down to whisper the words into her hair.
“Better,” she said, shivering as he dropped kisses along her bare shoulder. A simple kiss shouldn’t be able to make her entire body begin to ache once more. But it did. He did. “I love you, Jackson.”
One large hand smoothed her hair out of her face with a tenderness that threatened to break her. “I love you, too, Nick. I always, always will.”
And then he kissed her, softly, gently, making love to her lips with his. In every caress, in the languid way his tongue stroked into her mouth, she felt the truth of his words. He loved her, in the same soul-shattering way she loved him. It was going to cut him apart to leave her, make him feel like a piece of him he’d only just reclaimed was being ripped away.
But he was still going to do it. He was still going to leave. That truth was in his kiss, as well.
“I think it’s just about showtime, babe,” he murmured against her lips, as he typed a combination of numbers into the remote control masquerading as his watch. “Are you ready?”
It took a few seconds for Nicky to remember what Jackson was talking about. She’d been so lost in the pleasure he’d given her, she’d forgotten all about Derrick. But now she remembered, and for some reason felt stronger after submitting so completely to Jack, nearly prepared to face the man who had been the monster in her bed for longer than she should have allowed.
“I’ll be ready in a second,” Nicky said. “Let’s get these cuffs off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He squeezed her hip, a comforting gesture that sent another surge of confidence sweeping over her. That subtle touch reminded her she wasn’t alone. She had major backup, at least for tonight, and she was ready to face her demons.
Good thing, too, because Jackson had just started to work on freeing her hands when a familiar voice sounded from her left. “Well, well, Nicole. What a good little slut you’ve become. For someone else.”
Chapter Eighteen
The way Derrick said “slut” made the word sound exactly like what it was—an insult, a term used to demean a woman and make her feel small and dirty. Not surprising, really; it was more shocking that Jackson somehow made “dirty little slut” one of the sweetest, sexiest phrases she’d ever heard.
Jackson. He was here, right next to her. She wasn’t alone.
She drew strength from that fact as she met Derrick’s eyes. They were nearly the same brown as Jackson’s, but devoid of the warmth that made Jack’s so compelling. The fact that they were bloodshot didn’t help things any. He must have been drinking before he arrived at the club.
“Derrick, how are you?” Nicky asked as Jackson finished loosening the cuffs from around her wrists. She climbed off the spanking bench with as much dignity as she could muster. At least all of the key areas were covered, so she didn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of adjusting her clothes in front of her soon-to-be ex and his new . . . friend.
The bleached blonde with the enormous breasts was glaring at her from slightly behind Derrick, but she was staying out of the way like a good little sub. Nicky did
n’t anticipate encountering any resistance from her when she asked Derrick to step outside for a talk. Assuming the cameras and mic were operational, she supposed she could make the suggestion at any time.
She’d seen Jackson do something to his watch, but were they really online? She wished she’d been able to get some sort of confirmation from the guys in the van outside beforehand, but now there wasn’t time. Derrick had made the first move.
“Very well. Business is excellent, and Abby is getting so big.” Derrick smiled, a nasty twist of his lips that made it clear he knew how it hurt her to hear Abby’s name. “She and Jill have really hit it off.” He turned to the woman behind him. “Jill, this is Nicky, the biological mother.”
Nicky bit her lip, fighting the urge to fly at Derrick and tear at his face with her fingernails. Biological mother indeed. She was Abby’s only mother, and there was no way in hell she was going to let another woman become a fixture in her daughter’s life.
“Nice to meet you,” Jill said, her voice at least an octave higher than Nicky had expected it to be. She sounded like a little girl, something she was sure Derrick enjoyed. He did love feeling like the big man, and he needed all the help he could get from the sub in his life to get the job done. Derrick only felt dominant when everyone else around him was performing at less than their potential. He’d never had what it took to master a woman like her. He wasn’t strong enough.
The realization made Nicky feel at least three inches taller, and certain for the first time she was going to win this battle. Her daughter would be in her arms by the end of the night and Derrick would be well on his way to a restraining order and maybe some time in a jail cell with men who would show him what it felt like to be the slut in the relationship.
“I wish I could say the same, but I’m not in a very nice mood. Derrick has been keeping me from my daughter,” Nicky said, maintaining the pleasant smile on her face even when Derrick’s expression went from smug to dangerous in under six seconds. “I think it’s time that ended. Don’t you, Derrick?”
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