by Abby Gordon
She trembled but obeyed, and the small ball held her lips apart. He quickly fastened it at the back of her head, careful not to catch her hair.
“So sexy,” Sean murmured, pressing his lips to her temple. “Such a good girl for her master.”
As much at his words as from the approval, her pussy clenched.
Jessica closed her eyes as he returned her back to her submissive position. She felt his hands hold her hips again and took a deep breath. He would take care of her. She knew that. But she also knew enough about him to know that the alpha male in him would want to assert his masculinity, to celebrate rescuing her. She admitted to herself that she relished this. To be so vulnerable, so helpless, and knowing his strength would never hurt her, it thrilled her and…
His pumping began, and she moaned around the gag. A gag. She could just imagine what he might have when they reached their destination. A private island. A bungalow. A beach. God, what had she gotten into?’
His hand moved around her front and teased her clit. Knowing better, she wriggled her hips against him anyway. The hand immediately left her front and spanked her ass cheek.
“You did that on purpose,” he said sternly. “Does my good girl want to be bad?”
She shook her head, knowing he’d figure she was lying. A smack on the other ass cheek proved her right.
“I can’t discipline you properly on the plane, but when we get home…”
He left it hanging, and she shivered wondering what he would do. She understood how even more helpless she would be then. And knew he knew how even more turned on she would be.
“Do you understand your master?”
She nodded, and pulsed her pussy muscles.
“Mm, good girl,” Sean rumbled. “Very good girl.”
Relief let her relax a moment.
“Now, since you can’t ask permission, you’ll just have to wait for me to give it to have your orgasm.”
She swallowed and saw the trap. He wasn’t going to say it. He was going to make her orgasm, get in trouble, and add that to whatever punishment he gave her.
“Do you understand your master?”
Slowly she nodded. His hands tightened on her hips and he began fucking her. In and out, deeper, harder, faster with each stroke. Her fingers clutched at the covers. Sweat covered her body as heat raced through her veins. She could feel his sweat dropping onto her lower back at his efforts. Muffled groans and whimpers came from around the gag. Feeling the freedom of not being overheard, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations.
Full, used, fucked. Fucked by a man who had publicly come to get her. Rescued her from a mob of reporters. Fucked by a man who took control of her body, mind, and heart with just a heated glance. With just a word. With a smile.
His cock pumped in and out of her pussy. His grunts grew louder and something inside her wanted to keep him like this. To keep his incredible dick inside her pussy. With everything she could, she focused on holding him inside. He pulled out, and as he stroked back in, her walls tightened almost painfully.
And the orgasm flooded her. The gag barely contained her shout as her body jolted off the bed. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up to his chest.
“Bad girl,” he chuckled in her ear. “And I haven’t come yet.”
She moaned, her head lolling against his shoulder.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Sean told her, pulling out of her. He smiled at her whimper and the way she tried to press down to keep him inside her. “Oh, no, baby, we’re just getting started.”
He smiled at the way her eyes widened. Sean maneuvered her body, stretching her out on the bed. Holding her wrists, he raised her arms over her head and tied them with the soft rope he’d put there. Settling between her thighs, he met her gaze and smiled.
“I remember how you gushed when I took you like this,” he commented, hands stroking up her legs, then back to her ankles. “You were absolutely, completely,” his hands pressed her legs to bend, pushing her knees to her shoulders, “vulnerable and open to my cock.” He grinned. “You couldn’t do anything but lay there. Helpless to my fucking. And it turned you on more than anything else we did. Didn’t it, baby?”
Jessica nodded, feeling everything he said.
“You want me to fuck you like this, baby?” he whispered. “You want me to ram my cock into your tight little pussy?”
She nodded, eyes pleading. He leaned between her legs until their lips were just inches apart. His breath warmed her face.
“This is one of my favorite positions as well,” he told her. “I can see all of you. Touch all of you.”
He raised her legs and held her ankles with one hand. The other roamed her body. His clever fingers pinched her nipples making her moan. He stroked her side, along her hip to her anus. Her eyes flared and found his face to find his intent gaze on her, watching her expressions.
A fingertip circled her tight rosette, then pressed lightly, just enough to enter her. Her breath caught and a shudder filled her. Would he take her there now? He could if he wanted to and she couldn’t stop him. Wouldn’t stop him. Did she want him to though? The thought roiled through her mind.
The mushroom head slid along her pussy folds, paused and then pushed in. A shudder swept through her as her body relaxed. Just from him being inside her. Her walls tightened around him. He smiled down at her.
“Not yet, baby. And that’s all right. I’m enjoying fucking you like this.”
She tried to smile up at him, show her gratitude. He nodded.
“Now to fuck you properly,” Sean murmured. “Make up for a week apart.”
His left hand held her ankles near her right shoulder while his right braced his body near her left ribs. If he had pounded into her before, now he hammered even harder. As if resolved to… She didn’t know what his intent was and she didn’t care. Everything she had dreamt about the few hours she had slept, everything that had filled her waking hours, he was doing. He was there, controlling her, touching her, fucking her. Protecting her.
Closing her eyes, she let her head flop on the pillow, leaning toward where his hand held her legs. Full, fuller, deep, harder. Moans wrenched from her throat to be caught in the gag. Her poor pussy couldn’t grab hold and eventually she gave up. He was going too fast.
His grunts filled the room and she managed to half-open her eyes. Even on that night, he hadn’t seemed so intense. So determined and focused on fucking her. It was as if there was nothing more important than fucking her and getting his orgasm to release in her…
Her eyes popped open. Condoms. Shit. He hadn’t put on a condom.
Even as the thought filled her mind, his left hand released her ankles and fumbled at the back of her head, turning it slightly. The gag was wrenched from her mouth and went flying. She gasped in a breath just before his mouth covered hers.
And his orgasm filled her. The hot rush, the heaviness of his body pinning her to the mattress, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and wrapping around hers, tugging. Her orgasm jolted through her and her entire body spasmed.
Nothing else existed in the world at that moment. Sean had fucked her with a single-minded focus that had both thrilled and scared her. All that mattered was his cock inside her and his body pinning her down.
He raised his head, a wolfish grin curving his mouth.
“God damn, but you are so fucking sweet,” he told her before kissing her again.
She gave herself up to his kiss, to his arms wrapping around her after releasing her wrists. To him rolling to the side, holding her close and staying inside her.
Relaxed and sated, Sean stroked her body, loving how her curves fit against his muscles. How her head rested on his shoulder, her dark hair fanning out on the white pillowcase. He wondered if she realized he hadn’t worn a rubber. He hadn’t been worried. One advantage about being a member of a family that went back to Colonial times was having connections. Two of his were being a member of an ultra-exclusive sex club and ha
ving a friend who was a security and investigative expert. Between the two, he’d been able to get the basics of Jessica’s medical records and know she was clean.
Her worried expression told him and he smiled.
“I’m clean,” he murmured, cupping her jaw, brushing her lips with his thumb. “You are the first woman since Charlotte I haven’t used a condom with.”
And he wasn’t going to go into details on the fact that they’d timed it for her ovulation because they’d wanted a baby. Sean figured the odds were in his favor for Jessica to be ovulating while on the island. The idea of her having his child made him smile.
“I’m clean,” she whispered back. “But I’m not on anything for birth control.”
Sean could hear the worry in her voice. Much as he wanted to spill everything right then and there. It was perfect timing in a way. Incredible sex. He’d looked very near a hero, coming in and carrying her out of the building. And she was so damn soft and sweet in his arms. But he held back. She needed to know more about his life, to deal with how much of a pain he could be when obsessed about music. And she needed to meet Charlotte and Maisie.
So he compromised.
“Is there a chance?” Hoped there was. And nearly rolled his eyes at his own caveman attitude. The need to get her pregnant had come out of nowhere, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind.
“Not right now,” Jessica finally said. “I, um,” she swallowed. “I bled last week.”
Recalling the calendar Charlotte had kept, he knew that about seven days would be optimum. Okay, then, he decided. He’d romance and seduce her, and make his move then. He knew how easy it would be to get her to lose track of time.
“Well, we’ll be careful from now on,” he told her, tangling fingers into the still damp strands and tugging her head back. “But going bareback into your pussy felt damn good, baby.”
He kissed her, knowing he could drive any further thoughts out of her mind. So that all she’d think about was him taking her again. He rolled them, settling on top of her, careful not to crush her, and felt his cock harden inside her.
“God, I’ve got to have you again,” he breathed, nuzzling her neck. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Take me, master,” she whispered, smiling like a woman who knew damn well he couldn’t not take her when she said that.
He was the master, her protector, but as he lifted his hips to the rhythm of possessing her, he knew he’d never be able to not touch her body as much as he needed.
The heat stirred in her belly as his dick filled her pussy. Knowing he’d be leaving another mark on her neck, Jessica closed her eyes and smiled. She didn’t care. She knew she’d have trouble walking when they got wherever they were going. She didn’t care. For however long it lasted, she was going to treasure every moment with him. No matter what the cost this time.
Chapter Seven
“We landed?” she asked in a whisper.
“We’re safe in New Jersey, baby,” he assured her, hands stroking over her. “You better now?”
“I’m fine. Sorry about panicking like that. I’ve never been good at landings.”
She could feel the plane moving along and outside lights moved through the bedroom.
“What can we see from here?” she wondered.
“Go look,” Sean told her, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.
With a carefree laugh, she pulled the sheet with her as she scrambled out of the bed and hurried across the room.
“You stole the covers again,” he protested.
“Oh, wow,” she murmured as he came up behind her.
Wrapped in Sean’s arms, Jessica gazed out the small window in the bedroom cabin at the New York City skyline. Nearer, she could see trees bending along the fence and shivered.
“How cold it is out there?” she wondered.
“About forty-five,” he replied. “It’s supposed to be well below freezing tonight.”
“I changed my mind about going outside for fresh air,” she decided, smiling when he chuckled in her ear.
“I thought you might.”
His hands wandered her body and she sighed, relaxing against him as he pulled the sheet from her to fondle her breasts.
“Sean, I do need to go through what Charlotte got for me.”
“Why?” he asked, turning her to face him.
A moan rippled in her throat as he teased a nipple with his tongue.
“Um, so I can find some clothes for whenever we get to wherever we’re going.”
“Why?”
“Doesn’t the United States have laws about walking around naked?”
He sighed and shook his head.
“Women. More interested in clothes than…”
Jessica gave him an “oh, you didn’t go there” look as her fingers wrapped around his cock.
“You know better than that,” she told him. “But at this rate, my legs will be jelly and you’ll have to carry me off the plane.”
“I like that idea,” he told her, grinning.
“Mm, you like the ‘I’m the big, he-man’ stuff, don’t you?” she laughed, hugging him.
“Of course,” Sean admitted, holding her tight. “I never realized how much until Charlotte told me what was happening to you.” He shook his head. “No, before that. I saw your expression when Andy went behind the bar. If he had been there much longer, I really think I’d have done more than break his nose.”
Jessica went still. His fingers lifted her chin so he could see her face.
“What did he do? What did he say?”
“He told me I was in charge of the room, and if I couldn’t control it then he’d get someone who could,” she whispered.
“Mm hm,” he ruminated over that. “And?”
“That’s about all he said.”
“Jessica, what did he do?” Sean insisted. “He cornered you behind the bar and I saw your face. You were still jumpy when I went back there. It was in your eyes.”
Closing her eyes, she cuddled close to him, loving the way his arms tightened around her.
“I’ve never felt so safe as when you’re holding me.”
“Jess, tell me.”
“He knows he makes me nervous. Knew,” she corrected herself. “He knew. Everyone knew what Ted had done, and tried to do. He knew I was just starting to get back to normal.”
“What had he been doing?”
“He’d brush up against me, touch my arm or shoulder, then tell me I was being overly sensitive when I moved away,” she whispered, feeling his muscles tighten under her hands. “He did it with the other girls as well.”
“Dammit,” Sean growled. “What did he do that night? I couldn’t see his hands.”
“He put his hand on my hip, stroked it as if,” she swallowed. “As if…”
“As if you were lovers,” he finished in a hard voice.
“Yes,” whispered Jessica. “And the next morning, after they woke me up, I got dressed and walked into the living room to find him holding my bra and thong.”
Sean muttered a few choice words and she nodded.
“Seeing him holding them, even though I felt as if you’d set me up or betrayed me,” she shook her head and sighed. “It just set something off in me. That night had been the most erotic experience of my life. Something beautiful, and seeing him holding them, what you had seen me wearing, it just pissed me off. So I marched over and took them from him, then looked at Sir Lincoln and told him to check the CCTV from the night before. I wanted him to know what Andy had been doing to me and the other girls.”
Chuckling, Sean stroked her hair. “What happened?”
“I left. I’ve no idea if anything happened to Andy. I doubt it. Sir Lincoln is his cousin.”
“Bastard,” he muttered.
“About the size of it,” she agreed, relaxing in his embrace.
“So, do I get a fashion show while you look through the bags and boxes?” he wondered.
Eyes narrowed, she rested her chi
n on his chest to look up at him. He smiled down at her.
“You do a rotten ‘I’m all innocent’ look, you know that, don’t you?”
“What? I’m just asking,” he protested.
“You just want to see me get dressed and undressed a few times,” Jessica replied, her mouth fighting back a grin.
“Well, yeah. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I would, wouldn’t I?” He grinned.
Laughing, she went up on her toes and kissed him. “How about, if you can keep your hands to yourself until we get to our final destination, then we stay in bed for twenty-four hours?”
He frowned and she guessed he was figuring out the time to their arrival and weighing that against a day in bed.
“Deal,” he finally agreed. “But I’m going to be taking you in a lot more places than just my bed.”
Laughing, she shook her head.
“I never doubted that.” She ran her hands down his chest to his hips and held him against her. “Not for a second, master.”
He groaned and rested his forehead against hers. His erection hardened against her belly.
“You know what hearing that from you does to me, don’t you?”
“I’m learning that very quickly.”
“I thought you were,” he sighed, letting her go. “Everything is behind that door,” he told her, indicating the one opposite the bathroom. “You start looking and I’ll go see how long until we get to the island.”
“We can go straight there?” she wondered, pausing as she crossed the room.
“This plane can. The bigger one can’t.”
“The bigger one?” she asked, appreciating the sight of him pulling on a pair of casual slacks and carefully tucking his probably unhappy penis inside before he zipped.
“Yup,” he answered, sauntering to the door and winking. “I’ve a few secrets of my own, baby.”