by Jayne Blue
He reached out and gently took me by the shoulders. He drew me closer to him so our foreheads touched. He exhaled. “What I want is just you, right now, like this. What I also want is – at some point very, very soon – to see if you’re as sexy out of that dress as you are in it. Then I’d like to play with you. A lot. We can do more wine. We can do dinner. We can do anything you need to make you comfortable. If you’re not, we stop. Period. This is simple. If I want something else, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” I said. My pulse was still beating hard, but it was disconnected from my heart now and centered on a much lower part of my anatomy. “I – I already ate though.” And then I leaned forward and kissed him rather firmly. I stepped back, feeling a little light-headed.
Jack moved his hands to my waist. There was a question in his eyes. What did I need to make me comfortable? Sex with a stranger didn’t scare me. It excited me. And Jack wasn’t really a stranger. I trusted Petra, and I knew Will was one word away. I spun the opal ring around my ring finger. I didn’t want small talk or the pretext that this was a date out in the real world. I was here to give Jack what he wanted. I felt the corners of my lips rise in a smile as I leaned to kiss him again. I drew him in deeper this time. My hand went up to cradle the back of his head, pulling him down toward me. I was a little out of breath when I moved away.
If Jack had a question in his eyes before, I had just given him the answer.
Jack gave the slightest hint of a smile before he moved in. And I mean Moved. In. Ninja-quick, he had his fingers at the small side zipper of my dress. Then he had me out of it. There I was, standing in that kitchen, naked from the waist up, my borrowed red dress pooled at my feet. I was breathless.
He stepped back. Leaning against the kitchen counter on one elbow, he poured himself another glass of wine. He drank the wine and me slowly in. I stood before him, my breath catching in my throat, making my chest, my boobs, heave as his eyes moved up and down me –at my face, my breasts, between my legs. I didn’t know if I should move, try to kiss him, take off my underwear. Then, I remembered his words. This is simple. Don’t think. If he wanted something else, he’d tell me. I stood still, watching his eyes. I knew my job was to just stand here in front of him, letting him look at me. It was powerful, primal. Though I knew I had the choice to stop it right now, I was his to look at as long as he wanted.
That little bit of wine was making a warm spot in my stomach. Further down, heat flared between my legs, and grew.
“Turn around,” Jack said. I did. A moment went by before Jack stepped just behind me, pulling me back to lean against his solid form. He snaked his arm around me, his hand running down my stomach to rest between my legs. I knew he could feel the heat and wetness growing there, and I loved that it gave him confirmation. “Yes, you’re sexier out of that dress,” he whispered in my ear, and he gently tugged my earlobe between his teeth.
I turned around and Jack circled his hands around my wrists, setting them on his shoulders. Then he ran his hands down the length of my body. He gripped my ass and drew me closer until I was pressed to the length of him. The clasp of his belt scratched at my belly button and he was rock-solid just below that. I wanted to see if he was just as sexy out of that suit. I curled my fingers behind his ears and drew him down to kiss him again. His kisses were perfect. His mouth was soft but urgent, distracting enough that it wasn’t until after that I realized he had a thumb on my nipple, rolling it into a hard point.
“Where –here?” I gasped when I came up for air.
He cupped a hand under my jaw, rubbing my temple with his thumb. “Nina, I want to bend you over this counter before we’re finished, but let’s start in the bedroom.”
Somehow, we got to the bed. I can’t remember if I walked or if he threw me over his shoulder. All I recall is hoping I would get the chance to get bent over that counter. I would, but not before Jack got his money’s worth.
When we got to the bed, he had me standing before him, between his legs. He held me away from him so he could look at me. When I leaned down to kiss him, he stopped me with his arms. He wasn’t done looking, and I knew he liked what he saw. But he was thinking. Planning. I felt another rush of heat shoot down past my belly button. I liked his plans so far, but I sensed he was just getting warmed up.
As I stood before him, I realized he was still fully clothed. Maybe he wanted me to undress him. When he loosened his grip on my wrists, I started to bend my knees. I should start with his shoes, perhaps, and work my way up. Should I do it with my teeth? I straightened. Maybe his belt first. I looked into his eyes to make sure he liked where I was going. Something about his expression made me stop. He smiled.
“You’re still thinking too much, Nina.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just wondered – do you want…”
Yes,” he said. “I want all of it. Simple, remember? Do you trust me?”
“Right now, yes.”
“Good. Say stop if you don’t want it, but I want you tied to this bed.”
He paused for a moment, waiting for me to tell him not to. I’m not sure if I could have formed words if I’d tried. My heart was a jackhammer.
Jack slid open the drawer of the bedside table. He took out four thick-corded satin ropes. I moved to the center of the bed, realizing how Petra’s crew had thought of that too. With his eyes on mine the entire time, Jack took my right wrist and lashed it firmly to the bedpost. It was loose enough that I could twist my wrist, but tight enough that I knew it wasn’t coming off without his help. He did the same to my left wrist then swiftly moved to my feet. Still watching my face, he secured each of my ankles to the other bedposts. This left my legs spread impossibly wide, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. I squirmed in the ropes to test them. They held me in place, spread-eagled before him with nothing but the thin layer of my satin underwear between us. Simple, indeed!
The icy fingers of early panic started to rise in my chest. I let out my breath, shaking. Jack leaned over and gave me a tender kiss, barely touching me. I kissed him back with a hunger that surprised me. Spread open beneath him like that, I wanted to stall for a moment, to focus on his mouth on mine until my breathing felt more even. Jack must have sensed this because he met my kisses but kept his hands in my hair, supporting my head long enough for my panic to subside, giving way to a growing anticipation. He sat back on the bed beside me, finally reviewing his handiwork.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like that?” he asked. I was speechless.
I don’t know how he knew, but the ropes were exactly what I needed. I didn’t have to think. I just had to feel and he would control everything that happened. I shuddered, remembering something he said in the kitchen. I want to play with you. A lot. Sweet Lord. The heat between my legs ramped up a notch, and I felt a slow trickle of moisture running down the curve of my backside. If he looked – if he felt – he'd know how turned on I was, and there would be nothing I could do to hide it.
He stared openly at every part of me. His eyes lingered on my breasts. He took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stretching them out until they ached. He let them go and then stretched them out again. My nipples were hard peaks. They stung.
“That’s how those should always look,” he said, his mouth curving into a slow smile. Leaning down, he circled each hard nipple with his tongue. It was ecstasy after the slight pain of his treatment with his fingers. Sitting back, he traced a line with his index finger from the middle of my breasts over my belly button and straight down between my legs. His smile broadened, satisfied with what he found there. I was beyond wet. Beyond turned on. Beyond reason.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Do you know that? I could stare at you looking like that all night.” God, I hoped he didn’t. Though the ropes and what he’d done with them turned me on more than I’d bargained for, it was frustrating not being able to touch him.
Jack reached into the drawer again and pulled out a small glass bottle. He ope
ned the cap and poured an amber oil his hands. He put his palms over each of my breasts and began working the oil into my skin. He kneaded my flesh with expert hands, and the oil warmed beneath them. He moved from my breasts down to my stomach, circling my rib cage. He took the bottle and poured more oil onto my stomach. He spread the oil with both hands along the length of me, pulling my hips down and forward until his face hovered a few inches between my legs. He massaged my bound legs, working the oil into my thighs and calves.
Then, he moved back up and slipped a hand under my panties, gently...slightly...frustratingly sliding them between my legs, then drawing back out. I gasped and opened my eyes. He was smiling above me, enjoying every minute of giving me the sweetest torture.
My thin satin panties were soaked through, and I was now hyper-aware of them. They felt more restraining than the satin ropes. I wanted them off. Jack slid his hand back under them. He expertly found my clitoris. The satin material made it easier for him to glide his thumb over and around that sensitive nub until I cried out. He drew his hand away and stood up. I moaned. “Please!” I gasped. I wanted more. I wanted his touch. I wanted him. Everywhere. Anywhere. I couldn't stand not having some part of him near me.
I remembered my surroundings. Jack stood at the side of the bed, towering over me, staring through hooded eyes, his own breath uneven now. He was coming to the edge too. Whatever self-restraint he’d had seemed to wane as his eyes took in what he’d made of me. I struggled against the ropes, wanting to bring myself closer to him. Wanting to get my cursed underwear off. Wanting him to touch me more and faster. But he stood there for a moment, letting that slow smile creep back onto his face. He was still completely dressed, and there I was, slick with the oil he’d used and with my naked breasts shaking as I panted and writhed against my ropes, straining to spread myself even wider for him.
With swift movements, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it against the wall. He was well built, compact and muscular like a wrestler, with a patch of thick curls over his chest. He kicked off his shoes as he worked to unfasten his belt, peeling off his pants and boxers. And there he was. All of him. I gasped again when I saw everything he had. Jack was big. Very big. And very, very turned on. I realized I was smiling, and I could feel the blush creeping into my cheeks.
He came toward me, hooking a finger under my panties near my hip. “Had enough of these?” he whispered.
“God, yes,” I sighed.
With a quick jerk of his strong hands, he ripped them off me and cast them aside. He positioned himself between my thighs on his elbows. With my ankles tied far apart, my ruined underwear gone, and Theresa’s expert wax job, there was literally nothing left for me to hide behind as Jack used his thumbs to spread my lips wide. I felt like my whole being focused right there, in that throbbing point between my legs. He kissed me there once, then flicked his tongue over my clit, making me cry out. He did it again, darting in quick, and I was nearly ruined. “Please, don’t stop!” I cried out, but my voice sounded foreign, far away over the blood pounding in my ears.
Then Jack was kneeling beside me, bending over me. He met my eyes for an instant, like a silent question, making sure I was willing for what he wanted next. In answer, I turned my head toward him, letting him feed his cock into my open mouth. Yes, I was more than willing. He was big, and I strained to take all of him in. I was wild with wanting. I wished I could work his body with my hands like he’d done for me. Tied like this, I could only use my mouth. Aroused as I was, I had no finesse as I lavished him with my tongue. He braced himself with both hands against the headboard as he worked himself deeper into my mouth and I strained upward to take it. I struggled to keep up with him, struggled against the ropes tying my wrists. I wanted to hold him, help drive him further down my throat, but Jack was in complete control of this. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. My every nerve ending was attuned to Jack. Then I felt him start to lose control. He pummeled me with a driving rhythm. He mumbled something about not being able to stop. If it was a question, I answered it by sucking harder.
Then he came, spilling into the back of my throat as I took all of it in, still wildly aroused and straining against the ropes. It took us both a moment to catch our breath as he groaned and moved off of me. He caressed my face with his hand, looking into my eyes again. He gave me a slight smile before moving back down between my legs. I was barely breathing again before he was on me, using his tongue with the finesse I’d lacked on him just a few moments before. I couldn’t hold out very long. Seconds later, I cried out as my orgasm shattered through my body. If the ropes hadn’t held me in place, I think I might have floated right off the bed.
My limbs turned to rubber as he carefully moved beside me, untying the ropes. He held me for a moment, kissing my forehead. I stroked his chest, still feeling like I was floating. We stayed there for a time, next to each other, but not holding each other. I didn’t know what to feel or think. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to be there, suspended in time.
I don’t remember who suggested it, but we made our way to the shower. It felt natural now, being with Jack. All of my nerves were gone. I think he literally sucked them out of me. We didn’t speak in the shower. It felt like a slow dance. He washed my hair. I washed his. He turned me around to lean against him as he lathered a sponge, caressing my breasts and stomach, then moving down between my legs. I turned and took the sponge from him. This time, I got to touch him everywhere with my hands. Slowly, I massaged every muscle, returning everything he’d given me in the bed. I washed him, taking his cock in my hands, massaging him. He grew hard again, slowly this time.
For the first time, I realized he hadn’t properly fucked me yet and was about to remedy that. He sat down on the bench, with the shower jet to his back. Jack drew me to him, pulling me down until I straddled him. I lowered myself onto his cock and we stayed there for just a moment, completely still. He filled every inch of me. Then I started to rock. Jack grabbed my hips and drew me up and then down onto him. We went faster and faster until we both came with him deep inside me. Jack put his hands at my back, holding me as I leaned back, feeling boneless once again.
We went back to the bed and stayed there for a while. He traced the lines of my body with his hands as if I belonged to him. For now, I did. And it felt natural, relaxing. Like I’d known Jack forever. Later, he took me again. It shocked me a little how wet and ready I was for him yet a third time. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we shuddered to a climax together. Then we slept until the sun peeked through the curtains.
When we felt ready to leave the bed, we went back into the kitchen. I started to come back down to earth. When I did, I realized I was starving. While Jack poured more wine, I found a fruit-and-cheese plate in the refrigerator. Between us, we nearly finished the thing off. I had no idea how long it had been since I’d arrived at the bungalow, or on Planet Earth for that matter. Yesterday was a million years ago – when I had worried about how I would feel after. I shouldn’t have. I felt no awkwardness around Jack now. And zero regret. If every time was going to be like this, I’d ask Petra to fill my dance card for the rest of eternity. I didn’t want to leave. This, here, was simple.
“Thank you,” I found myself saying.
Jack chuckled.
“No,” I continued. “I mean it. I know Petra told you this was new for me. You made it very easy. I guess I thought I was supposed to give you what you wanted. Not to have you worry about me.
“Nina,” he said, swallowing the last of the cheese. “That was incredible. That was everything I wanted.”
My turn to chuckle. “Yes, it was incredible. I’m happy you’re happy.”
“What's next for you?” he asked.
“You mean would I like to see you again?”
“No,” he said, pausing before going on. “Though I’d kill for the chance for another night like tonight. Petra knows I can’t afford it. I’ve learned my lesson. Make sure you listen to her. Her instinc
ts are never wrong.”
I nodded, a little puzzled by what kind of lesson he meant. I planned to ask Petra myself later. I for one wouldn't say no to another setup with Jack. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good.” Jack’s eyes held urgency in them as he said, “She knows what she’s doing.”
I nodded again, more hesitant, a little uneasy with the tone of his voice. What didn’t I know? Petra had told me she knew everything there was to know about her clients before setting her “people” up with them.
“I know,” I smiled. “I'm just – thank you for showing me how to make this simple.” I laughed to myself at how comfortable I’d become in the last few hours. I hadn’t even bothered to put on my clothes yet. We both sat naked in the kitchen.
Then, time started to creep back into my thoughts. Through the window, I could see the sun rising higher. It had to be getting close to eight o’clock.
“I think that’s my cue to turn into a pumpkin,” I joked. And it was. We were both here for a reason, and I didn’t want to forget that.
“Right,” he agreed, and rising from the table, he carried our glasses and tray, placing them in the sink. I found that odd – sweet, somehow, like a clue that somewhere in Jack’s past, he had a mother who’d raised him right. It also underscored the need to go our separate ways for now. I didn’t want to start making this into something it wasn’t.
While Jack handled the kitchen, I went back to the bedroom to retrieve my tan dress from where I’d hung it last night. Slipping it on, I remembered my ruined underwear. I’d go home commando when Will arrived the front door at the designated time. Glancing at my phone that would be in about ten minutes.
I slipped back into my ballet flats and headed out to the kitchen. Jack too was dressed, though I had no idea when he’d had time to find all the parts to his suit. It felt natural, so I went to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him into a quick kiss. He embraced me, circling his hands around my waist.