Chapter Eighteen
Jacquelyn was incredibly nervous. He’d never hurt her, not really. Any pain he inflicted only led to pleasure, but the fact that this time he told her a safe word gave her pause. She tried to shift, but her shackles left her little ability to move. She was totally at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and there was nothing she could do. Surprisingly, that didn’t bother her. She trusted him.
The blindfold made it completely dark. All she had was her sense of hearing and her sense of smell. Haydrien smoothed the backs of his fingers over her pussy, making her whimper. And of course she could feel.
Being blindfolded brought out her other senses. She could smell his musky scent as he moved around her. She could hear him removing his clothes and hear his breathing. If she listened close enough, she’d swear she could hear his heartbeat. Was it really beating as fast as hers? It couldn’t be. It had to be her own pulse that pounded in her ears.
The door shut, and she listened closely for any sign he was still in the room.
“I’m still here,” he murmured. “Just making sure we have privacy.”
The lock clicked into place, and every nerve in Jack’s body buzzed at the sound.
The thud of his footsteps echoed in the room as he walked back toward the bed. The mattress sank as he settled his weight at the foot. She felt something cold nudge at the opening to her ass, and she briefly tensed. What was he doing?
The toy slid past her opening. He pushed it deep, then set the toy to a low vibrate. She drew in a slow, deep breath, then realized the toy not only vibrated but heated as well. Or was that the lube? Did it heat because of the vibrations of the toy?
At the moment Jack wasn’t sure she cared. She just knew it felt so incredibly wicked, and she liked it a lot.
Haydrien moved off the bed and closer to her shoulders. He placed one knee on the mattress, then straddled her shoulders. She could sense movement but couldn’t tell what he was doing. Not until he touched her.
His palms slid down the insides of her thighs, and Jack realized he had to be straddling her with his back to her face. At the moment, she wished she could rip the blindfold off and stare at his ass. It was so round and firm, so delectably bitable. What would he think if she leaned up and bit him? She tried but couldn’t reach. Letting her head drop back down, she groaned.
“Did you just try to sit up?” he asked, then slapped her pussy with the thin paddle.
A sharp sting radiated through her pussy, and she gasped loudly. He’d spanked her before, but never there. Not once had she imagined just how intriguing it would be. The sting made her whole pussy burn and her clit swell.
He slapped her again, and she moaned.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“I just…”
He slapped her pussy once more, this time a little harder.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “I just wanted to try to bite your…your ass.”
Haydrien chuckled. “Really?”
Jack rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. He’d never let her live that down. She just knew it.
“Perhaps I should bite yours instead.”
He bent down and not so gently bit her right ass cheek. Jack squealed at the sharp sting she had no doubt would leave a mark. But despite that, the pain actually made her pussy throb—especially when he placed a soft openmouthed kiss against where he’d bitten. His tongue gently stroked where it stung, and she moaned.
“That’s just—”
Jack sat up quickly, and he slapped her pussy again with the paddle.
“Did I ask you a question?”
She’d spoken without permission. The sting caught her by surprise, and she cried out, shocked that her clit actually pulsed in anticipation. What was he doing to her?
The vibration of the toy in her ass began to warm her pussy. She lifted her hips just a little as Haydrien slid his palm over her mound. With the tips of his fingers, he separated her labia and gently blew against her clit.
Jack squealed as a light tingle began in the tiny, sensitive nub. Oh, God. Was he actually going to make her come by blowing against her? He blew again, and Jack shook her head quickly. Surely this wasn’t happening.
Leaving her lips wide, he slapped her with the paddle again. This time, the slap caught her clit. Her whole body tensed, freezing almost, then exploded in a blinding white light of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she screamed as wave after wave pulsed through her pussy. Even her anal muscles contracted around the toy, adding another sensation of pleasure that made tears burn her eyes.
“I’ll forgive you that one,” he murmured as he leaned over and gently swiped his tongue over her throbbing clit.
Her whole body jerked at the soft touch against the still-throbbing nub. He kissed up the insides of her thighs, or was it down, considering how she was practically folded in half? He massaged her stretched muscles with his fingers, and she sighed.
“Are your legs okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
He sighed. “Answer me, sub.”
“Sorry. I nodded, but yes, they’re fine for now.”
“Good.”
Whenever he worried if she was okay, it always confused her already frazzled heart. He went from harsh Dom to gentle lover so fast sometimes he made her head spin. She hadn’t wanted to care about him, but she did. She hadn’t wanted him to be sweet, but he was.
Was this that thing when a captive fell for her captor? She didn’t think so. She hadn’t felt like a captive in several days. She should’ve been looking for a way out but instead found herself enjoying spending time with him.
Haydrien gently nibbled her folds. She whimpered at the quick rise of lust that sent blood rushing through her ears. She’d been with several men, even a few Doms, but none of them had made her feel like this. Was it him? Was it them together? And what did that mean exactly?
She felt Haydrien change positions, this time moving to the foot of the bed. He tugged gently at the anal toy before pressing it back in. It still vibrated against her walls, sending sweet little currents of pleasure to her womb.
He spread her labia with his thumbs and slowly stroked his tongue through the cream coating her sex. Jack moaned, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth against her.
How could he be making her so hot again? But then he always did. From the first time he’d flogged her to now, he’d made her scream with pleasure so intense, lights had exploded behind her eyes.
He’d given her the best sex she’d ever had. He had a big heart and ruled his people with compassion and caring. Was that reason enough to forgive him?
How would she ever explain any of this to her parents? Yes, he kidnapped me, but… But what? He fucked me until I think I fell in love with him?
Haydrien thrust two fingers into her channel, and her thoughts scattered like leaves blowing in the wind. When his lips latched gently on to her throbbing nub, she moaned. Using the pad of his fingers, he rubbed relentlessly against her G-spot, sending her spiraling over the edge. Again.
She screamed as glorious waves worked their way through her channel, settling deep in her womb, before exploding outward.
“That was perfect,” Haydrien murmured as he placed a whisper-soft kiss at her belly button.
Jack could hardly breathe. Two incredibly sharp orgasms so close together had her brain more than a little fuzzy. Matter of fact, she felt just a bit drunk.
She was barely aware of Haydrien as he reached up and removed all the cuffs and the blindfold. She lowered her arms and legs, sighing as the blood rushed quickly back into her flesh. When he reached down and removed the anal toy, Jack winced.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Jack opened her eyes and stared into his. They were almost black now, darkened by desire. A stray hair fell in his eyes, and she reached up to move it.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky and hoarse.
He settled between her thighs and placed the head of hi
s cock at her opening. Jack took a slow, deep breath, preparing herself for the initial stretching from his girth. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to that first thrust, but once her walls accommodated him, she’d never felt anything any better.
He pushed forward, filling her balls-deep with his cock. Jack closed her eyes and moaned so loud she was sure they heard her downstairs. Haydrien felt so good moving inside her, she couldn’t help but lift her hips to meet him.
Putting a hand under her ass, he helped her, lifting her higher so he could thrust even deeper. Jack gripped his upper arms, digging her nails into his skin. Things between them had changed somehow after she’d gotten sick. He still liked to punish, and she certainly liked it when he did, but there was a newer level of trust and passion. It was as though instead of physical release, it was a blending of souls. That scared the hell out of her because Haydrien still didn’t know the truth.
Haydrien dipped his head and captured her lips with his. She loved the way he kissed, the way his tongue battled with hers. He kissed like he teased—slowly and expertly getting a rise out of her till she gave as good as she got.
She bucked her hips beneath him, trying to force him to go faster, harder. She was so close. She couldn’t believe she was about to come a third time. She’d come more since being with him than she had in her entire sexual life.
“Haydrien,” she groaned into his kiss.
“Slower?” he whispered and slowed his thrusts.
Jack wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to force him back into her.
“No,” she whined.
“What?” he demanded just before biting her chin. “Say it.”
“Fuck me harder,” she pleaded. “Now. Haydrien, please.”
Lifting onto his palms, he pounded into her almost brutally, but all Jack felt was intense rapture. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed at his cock, sucking him deeper. It felt so good, so incredibly good.
Her release hit like a bomb exploding, and she screamed. Haydrien kept thrusting into her as her orgasm crested over and over. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Haydrien thrust hard one final time, spilling his seed inside her with a loud groan of his own.
Jack could hardly move. Her limbs felt heavy and difficult to move. She felt something wet under her fingers and at first thought it was sweat, until she noticed the color. She’d apparently dug her fingernails in deep enough to draw blood.
“Your arm,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
Haydrien glanced down, then dismissed it. He kissed her forehead and whispered, “A sign you enjoyed it.”
“Or was in pain,” she countered.
Haydrien chuckled and rolled to his side, tugging her with him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Jack snuggled into his arms and rested her cheek against his chest. His heart was still beating really fast, his breathing still hard like hers.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and she struggled to keep them open. She needed to tell him who she really was. She just hoped he didn’t hate her. “Haydrien,” she whispered.
That was the last thing she remembered before her eyes completely closed, and she drifted off to a deep, sated sleep.
Chapter Nineteen
“What the hell happened?” Jonah snapped as he stepped onto the bridge of his father’s ship.
His father and Uncle Sidious were already onboard and discussing the next step. They both looked up at him as he entered.
“Like father, like son,” Sidious said drily.
Jonah gave him a tight-lipped sarcastic smile, and Sidious chuckled. Even in his sixties, the man could put the fear of God in someone with just a look. Unfortunately, Jonah knew him too well and as his nephew could get away with much more than the average man.
Sidious pointed his finger at him, amusement sparkling in his gray eyes. “I take that back. Right now, you look just like your sister.”
“Dad, really? Did you have to bring him?” Jonah asked as he came to stand by his father.
“I’m not in the mood for this from either of you,” his father, Stefan, growled.
“I had to come along to keep Stefan from killing the man first, then asking questions later,” Sidious said.
“Like you wouldn’t want to kill him if it was Miya,” Stefan growled.
“I know Haydrien Victis,” Sidious explained. “He’s not a bad guy. I do not believe he would hurt Jack.”
“He took Jack to bait Jack.” Stefan frowned. “What the hell am I saying?”
“I don’t think Jack is seriously hurt. If she was, I would feel it. Why is he even after Jack, or at least who he thinks is Jack?” Jonah asked.
“A few weeks ago Jacquelyn fired a warning shot at one of his vessels. The ship was old, and even though she hit a nonessential part of the ship, the hull couldn’t withstand it and exploded,” Stefan explained.
Jonah sighed. “Ah, shit. That must’ve been what she wanted to talk to me about when she called.”
Stefan frowned. “You didn’t talk to her?”
Jonah shook his head sadly. “No. I was in the middle of the Farin negotiations and couldn’t break away. I could sense she was upset, but I just assumed she would go to Miya, which is what she usually does when she can’t get me.”
“Have you felt anything recently?” Sidious asked.
Jonah shrugged. “A couple of weeks ago I felt a sense of confinement, but it went away. I’m not even sure it had anything to do with Jack. When are we supposed to be there?”
“We should be in orbit around Meenose by sunrise,” Stefan said.
“How do you know Victis?” Jonah asked Sidious.
“I met him through the senator of Meenose when the two of them were petitioning the senate for help.”
“Well?” Jonah asked with a wave of his hand, indicating that he wanted Sidious to continue.
“He’s the leader of Meenose and holds a position similar to Stefan’s position on Tilarus. He rules very similarly to Stefan, with compassion and heart. His people love him. Men in the senate respect him.”
“Do the men in the senate know he’s a pirate?” Stefan growled.
“He pirates to feed his people. From what I understand, his world was pretty torn apart by war, and the senate did nothing to help him. He’s trying to build it back.”
“By stealing,” Stefan said.
Sidious placed his palm on the counter and stared in surprise at Stefan. “You just can’t get past that, can you? Do you really think that you or I would do any different? You know damn good and well that if need be, you and I both would steal to take care of our people.”
“I’m not cutting him any slack! Not when he’s holding my daughter against her will,” Stefan snarled.
“Stefan, I get that you’re pissed, but we’ve always been taught to learn everything we can about our adversaries, to look at all angles of the story. I’ve been researching while you’ve been pacing and plotting the best way to kill the man.”
“I’m thinking a quick death is too good for him,” Stefan grumbled.
Jonah’s lips twitched. When it came to Jack, their dad was incredibly protective. When she wanted to become a pilot, it had taken Uncle Sidious and their other uncle, Taron, to convince their father she would be fine. Jonah didn’t have any doubt now their father would put his foot down and demand she come home. Whether Jack actually would was another matter.
“I’m headed to the galley,” Stefan said tiredly. “I’ve heard enough of the man’s praises.”
“I’m not praising him,” Sidious called, but Stefan ignored him and continued down the hall.
Sidious shook his head and let out a tired sigh.
“I’m sure Jack’s fine,” Jonah offered, even though he didn’t completely feel certain. Maybe he was just trying to convince himself as well. “With that mouth of hers, Victis will probably pay us to take her back home.”
Sidious leveled a solemn stare at him that made Jonah nervous. “What?”
“Do
n’t tell your dad this, but during my research I discovered that Victis is a Dom.”
Jonah closed his eyes briefly. “Son of a bitch. Jack will not handle being bossed around well.”
“Nope,” Sidious said and glanced down at the controls, rapping his knuckles lightly against the edge.
“Maybe he won’t—”
The look on Sidious’s face when he turned his gaze back to Jonah had his heart skipping a beat. “Agnus believes he will. Matter of fact, he made it clear he planned to make use of Jack’s namesake just to piss off Jack.”
Jonah pursed his lips and frowned. Anger welled inside him at the thought of his sister being raped. But inside, he didn’t think that had happened. He didn’t feel it. He always knew when Jack had been hurt, no matter how far away from each other they were. He hadn’t felt anything like that. Either the link just didn’t work anymore, or Jack hadn’t been hurt.
He chose to believe the latter.
“Whatever you do, don’t tell that to Dad.”
Sidious snorted. “What do you think I am? Nuts?”
Jonah scowled and moved a step closer to his uncle. “If you knew Victis was a Dom and what he would probably do to Jack, then why did you try to get my dad to see his good side?”
“Because I refuse to believe that a man who would resort to stealing to feed his people would deliberately hurt a woman in his care. Dom or not.”
* * * *
Jack struggled to open her eyes, despite Gora shaking her shoulder repeatedly.
“Come on, dear. Wake up,” Gora called. “We have company.”
Jack frowned as she rolled to her back and wiped the sleep from her eyes. God, she was so tired. Haydrien had woken her up sometime during the night and made love to her again. “Company?”
“Yes. Looks as though your Marcone is here to get you.”
Jack sat straight up, her heart nearly leaping from her chest. She glanced around frantically for Haydrien. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. She was happy to see her family, but she hadn’t had a chance to tell Haydrien who she really was. This was not how she wanted him to find out.
“Where’s Haydrien?” she asked and threw the covers off her legs.
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