by Sky Corgan
“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling small and mouse-like. He obviously didn't want to talk about it—was upset I had quit but too nice to throw me out of his house.
We lazied around for the rest of the evening. I could tell Jack was trying to force me to sleep, but it wasn't working. He laid beside me reading a book on his Kindle, ignoring me, for the most part. Occasionally, I'd let my eyes crawl over the tight muscles of his stomach, soaking him in and writing my own naughty story in my head. Not that I could act on my desires. I was still too sick and weak. He wasn't interested anyway, I thought sadly.
When it became apparent that I wasn't going back to sleep, Jack made me take a shower while he changed the sheets on the bed and sprayed the room with air freshener. By that time, I had quit vomiting, so my puke bucket could be removed.
I slipped my freshly laundered panties and bra on and crawled back in bed beside Jack, not much caring what he saw of me anymore. After all, he had already seen me naked, so what did it matter. As if nothing had happened, he turned over onto his side and went to sleep. I, on the other hand, was wide awake thanks to slumbering the whole day through, so I laid there and watched Jack breath and thought about what an angel he was. How many men would come to my rescue off of just a text message with no further information? He had slept beside me despite my stench and woken up every time I had just to make sure I didn't vomit on myself. These were things he didn't have to do. I was no one to him. But he did it anyway. Why? Was he just being a good friend? Was Jack Kemble my friend? It was a strange thought.
The next morning, we rolled out of bed together, and I joined him downstairs for breakfast. Sergio, the chef, looked over-the-top in his tall toque and white double-breasted jacket. I couldn't help but grin as he made us breakfast with the flare of a hibachi grill, tossing our eggs in the air to flip them. Jack gave me a queer look when I clapped after Sergio sliced a tomato in thin air without spilling a single seed.
“What, he's like Fruit Ninja,” I commented, wide-eyed with wonder.
“He likes to show off when I have guests,” Jack whispered.
To that, Sergio only grinned.
After breakfast, I checked my cell phone to find half a dozen text messages and voice mail from Eric. All of them sounded angry, though he made no indication that he wanted me to move out, which I was thankful for. Somehow, I would have to patch up things between us, so I could stay. Otherwise, I'd end up living back with my parents, which was something I really didn't want to do.
“I hope I didn't piss your friend off too badly,” Jack said, looking over my shoulder.
“He wasn't a fan of yours to begin with,” I admitted.
“Why not? Did you tell him what a horrible monster I am?” He smirked.
“No. I never told him you were a monster.” Though I had said some other choice words.
“Or maybe you told him about my womanizing ways. He probably thought I whisked you off to have my way with you.”
“Probably more something like that,” I laughed.
“Well, he'll be pleased to know I returned you unharmed and with your maidenhood intact."
“Pfft. Maidenhood.”
“What, you're not a maid? I'm shocked, my lady,” he said playfully.
“You're silly.” I grinned, though it wasn't long before my smile sulked at the realization I had to go home soon. What would happen after I left? Would I ever see Jack again?
My stomach felt sick as he walked me to the door with my things, though it wasn't from the hangover. While I still wasn't completely better, this illness was more from nervousness. Eric would surely be mad that I hadn't contacted him all weekend. And I was worried about what would happen between Jack and I, even though I knew I shouldn't be. There was a strange desperation inside me to cling to these moments with him for as long as I could. It was a stupid thing to want after all I had put him through. I had been nothing but trouble since Jack laid eyes on me. Hell, he was probably secretly happy to be getting rid of me.
“Thanks . . . for everything,” I told him as we stood in the doorway. “I don't know how to repay you for everything you've done for me. I feel like I've really made a mess of things.”
“Don't worry about it.” Jack reached up to brush a strand of hair away from my face, and I leaned into his touch. The warmth of his skin graced my cheek for but a second before he moved his hand, and our eyes locked in a way they never had before.
As if we were in sync for the first time ever, Jack bent down while I went onto my tip-toes. It felt like my heart might explode, and then our lips collided, and my entire body flooded with warmth in one climatic moment of emotion and passion. Our mouths moved together hungrily, exploring and tasting and caressing. Jack's hands gently found my hips, while mine curled into the back of his hair, pulling him to me. This is what I want. This is what I've secretly wanted forever.
Before we had even broken free of the kiss, we were clawing at each other's clothing. Subtleties were lost as I aggressively pulled Jack's shirt over his head, and he ripped the front of my blouse open, burying his face between my breasts while I pressed them up against him, tilting my head and moaning out my pleasure. Without even looking at where he was going, Jack guided me back against one of the sofas in his formal living room. I fumbled with his zipper, pulling his hot pulsing sex from his pants. For a moment, I thought of sinking to my knees, but Jack seemed to have other plans. He hoisted one of my legs over his hip and tugged my panties aside, taking only the briefest moment to put on a condom before he plunged deep into my welcoming wetness. I gasped as he entered me, shuddering slightly from the sudden intrusion. He was bigger than I had imagined, and it hurt a little, but I knew I could bear it.
I panted as Jack's mouth nipped at my collarbone and bra for a moment before he forced one of my cups down, exposing a heavy breast. His tongue skillfully painted around my thickened nipple before he sucked and tugged on it, sending shivers straight to my sweet spot. My back arched as he pressed deep into me, and I worried we might move the couch. Jack didn't seem to care though. All that mattered was us.
I held on for the ride, listening to his heavy breathing, and moaning out my encouragement. It wasn't long before Jack was spent. His body tensed up against me, and I knew it was over, though I didn't want it to be. I could have gone on forever—wanted to go on forever.
Jack's mouth found mine as he began to back up, but I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into me once more, feeling his manhood spearing my depths. I groaned before attacking his lips with heated kisses, worshiping his face.
“You're a very passionate woman,” Jack breathed when I finally let him up for air.
“Passionate? I thought I was strange?”
“That too,” he let out a breathy laugh. “I don't want you to go.”
“Good, because I don't want to go.”
We kissed again, and the whole world disappeared under the warm weight of his sweet lips—those perfect lips I could kiss for all eternity, soft and burning with desire—desire for me. The thought that Jack didn't want me to go sent butterflies swirling around my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I felt more giddy—or lovestruck.
Oh God, I was in love with him, I realized suddenly. How did it happen? How could I let it happen? The answer to the first question was a no-brainer. A better question would have been, how could I not have fallen for him sooner. I knew I was setting myself up for heartbreak, but I refused to think about it now. Thinking about it would only ruin the moment, and I was so savoring the moment. This was one of life's little gifts, and I planned to enjoy it to the fullest before I had to wake up to reality.
Jack took me by the hand and led me to the dungeon door. Without looking back at me, he punched the number into the keypad. My mood soured for a moment as I stared at the door, waiting for it to open. This was still what he wanted, and it was something I still didn't want to give. This room had a bad vibe to it—bad meaning surrounding it. When the door slid open, Jack turned to me.
“No,
” I said firmly.
“Why not?” He quirked an eyebrow, frustrated.
“I don't like this room. I thought we'd been over this before.”
“But these are the types of things I like to do.”
“Then let's do them in your bedroom. I can see your rack of paddles and whips from here. I assume they detach from the wall.”
Now he was confused. “So, you'll do the BDSM stuff with me, you just won't do it in here?”
“Mhm.” I nodded.
“That's not very submissive.”
“I never claimed to be a submissive. Nor am I a slave, or a pet. I suppose I'm not really into the whole power play aspect of it. I'm more into the kink.”
“That's a bit disappointing,” Jack admitted.
“Have I ever been anything but disappointing to you?” Why had I said that? I knew I wouldn't like the answer.
His eyes softened a bit. “You've been many things, Miss Strayer. Exciting, passionate, opinionated . . . highly opinionated.” He grinned. “Disappointing isn't one of them though.”
“Even though you just said I was?” I smirked, refusing to allow myself to swoon. Jack said all the right words, he always had.
“I didn't say you were disappointing. I said that was disappointing. There are a lot of things in this room I enjoy using.”
“And a lot of women who would willingly go in there with you. I am not one of them though. If we do this, it's on my terms.”
“Is that why you ran to my room on Halloween? You wanted things to be on your terms?”
The fact he picked up on it made me blush. “Looks like you found me out,” was all I could think of to say.
“I don't usually bring women into my bed,” Jack admitted.
“But I've already slept there twice, so I don't see how a third time could hurt.”
“This is true.” He gave me a thoughtful look. “Why is this so important to you?”
“I thought you would have figured that out by now.” I turned to walk down the hall, talking to him over my shoulder. “You may be rich, Jack Kemble, but you're really dense sometimes.”
When I got to his room, I began disrobing. I couldn't help but grin at the front of my blouse where buttons had been ripped out in his desperate attempt to get to my chest. It looked like I'd be wearing one of Jack's shirts when I left unless he planned on taking me on another shopping trip.
After stripping down naked, I hopped onto the bed and got comfy. Time ticked by, and for a moment, I thought he might not show. Maybe Jack decided he didn't want to have sex with me in his bed. Perhaps he was rejecting me again. The thought stung my heart and made me uncomfortable, but I was too nervous to move, so I just laid there, waiting.
Eventually, Jack rounded the corner with a flogger in hand. I grinned wickedly, trying not to wiggle from excitement. Whatever he had planned for me, I was sure it would be loads of fun.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up the flogger. It was long and leathery, with more strands than I could count.
I rolled my eyes briefly. “I thought we went over this already.”
To my surprise, Jack stepped forward, lashing me across my breasts and making me cower back. “Submission,” he demanded. “This is a compromise. We will play in here, but it will be by my rules.”
Fair enough, I thought. This was a game I knew, at least. “Yes, Master,” I replied respectfully, bowing my head.
“Good. It seems you do know a thing or two. However, I would prefer to be called Sir. You would only have the right to call me Master if I took you on exclusively as my own.”
The implication made me cringe a bit. I did not belong to Jack, but how I wanted to. “Yes, Sir,” I corrected myself.
“Good girl.” He leaned over, grabbing me roughly by the jaw. The soft kiss he placed on my lips counteracted the roughness of his touch. “On the bed,” he told me when he pulled away. “On your hands and knees. Ass towards me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, wondering if it was necessary. It was better to be safe than sorry though. The pale skin of my breasts was already beginning to redden and welt from the first strike. One thing was certain, Jack took his punishment seriously.
I climbed onto all fours, inching myself back towards him with my legs slightly spread so he could step between them. Jack set the flogger down to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing and exploring and spreading and rubbing his hands all over them. It took everything in me not to groan just from his touch. I jolted slightly as his hand slapped hard against my skin, sending warm sensations through my backside. It felt better than I had imagined, and soon my body was rocking from alternating spankings. All the while, Jack watched his hands, never looking up to meet my eyes. That didn't bother me at all, as long as he allowed me to watch too. Jack spanked me until the stinging was almost unbearable. When he saw me wincing with pain, he'd move to my cunt, rubbing a thick fingertip across the length of my lips. This felt absolutely exquisite, and I couldn't help but moan, wishing more than anything that he'd stick a finger inside of me, or preferably his cock. A few soft slaps to my pussy sent my clit pulsing, and then he was moving back to spank my ass some more, leaving me wanting. You are a dirty evil tease, Jack Kemble. If we weren't playing by your rules, I'd push you down on the bed and fuck you ragged.
“Stand,” he told me, and when I did, he maneuvered me around until I was exactly how he wanted me, with my hands clasped in front of my stomach and my back as straight as a board. “I usually prefer to do this with manacles to keep your hands up, that way you don't move when I flog you.”
The first lash against my already abused backside made me stumble forward a bit. Jack growled at my movement, but he thankfully didn't punish me for it. “Try to steady yourself.”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded reflexively, finding my center so that I wouldn't waver again.
Each time the leather straps cracked across my ass, the room filled with the sounds of my muffled cries. Jack hadn't bothered to ask what my limits were before this all began, but I supposed he knew I would tell him to stop if I didn't like it. While I generally enjoyed being spanked and flogged, my butt had gotten too much attention. Still, the anticipation of things yet to come kept my body hot and ready.
Jack abandoned the flogger and stepped up behind me, roughly grabbing my breasts and squeezing them to the point of pain. I could feel the thick bulge in his pants pressing against me, and my whimpers quickly turned into moans. If this is the price I have to pay to take you inside of me, I'd pay it thirty times over.
It took everything in me not to grind back against him, not to turn and feel his warm lips on mine. Jack's hot breath was on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His fingertips groped at my nipples, pinching and rolling them.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, unable to hold my tongue any longer.
“You like that, huh?” there was a hint of cocky wickedness to his voice.
“Yes, Sir.” .
I couldn't figure out if it was a punishment or a reward when Jack told me to crawl back up onto the bed in the same position. Part of me wanted his hands on my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples. The larger part of me wanted to get to the fucking though. My body felt empty without him inside of me.
After I had climbed onto the bed, Jack treated my bottom to a few more slaps, igniting the pain already there. Then his finger went back to pet between my lips, teasing me relentlessly. Surrendering to my desire, I lowered my shoulders, spread my legs a bit wider, and pressed against his finger. For a moment, I thought I would be punished for acting of my own will, but Jack seemed to get the queue immediately. A thick finger poked teasingly at my opening, while a second finger came to rub tight circles against my clit. Slowly, the finger at my entrance pressed inside of me, probing gently until it was all the way in. My muscles clenched deliciously around it. The skill with which Jack's finger worked my clit was unmatched. I groaned as he massaged my little nub with one finger while fucking my pussy with the other. Soon, th
e combined sensations were more than I could bear, and my entire body shuddered into blissful orgasm.
“There it is,” Jack whispered, pleased as he felt the contractions rolling against his fingers. He dipped in to lap his tongue across my clit until they finished, something that drove me absolutely insane.
“You are evil, Sir,” I whispered.
“How so?” The grin was plain in his voice.
“I want you badly.”
“What do you want?”
“For you to fuck me, Sir.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, stick it inside of me, Sir. I need your thick cock inside of me.”
A soft laugh escaped his lips. “I want you to do something for me first.” The finger left my pussy, and I was sure it was dripping with all the wetness of my pleasure. “Turn around.”
I knew what was coming next, and I welcomed it. By the time I turned, Jack had already pulled his manhood from his pants. It pointed at my mouth like a spear, perfect and thick and veiny, with a nice bulbous head. For a moment, I lapped at the slit, tasting Jack's pre-juices, but then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged me forward, making me swallow his cock whole. I gagged a bit before he allowed me to come up for air, but then I knew what he wanted, and he was able to leave me to my own devices. Feverishly, I sucked and lapped and pleasured Jack's phallus until his pre-seed was all I could taste, delicious and salty and masculine. His grip loosened on my hair, and I listened in pleasure to his soft moaning while I sucked him off. Oral wasn't my favorite thing to do, but it was something I was very good at, at least that's what I had been told. Judging from the sounds coming from Jack, I hadn't been lied to.
After a few minutes, his grip tightened on my hair again, and he pulled me away, letting his slicked member fall from my mouth, streaming a trail of pre-juice and my saliva. I lapped it up as best I could, but Jack seemed ready to move on to other things.
“Turn around,” he urged me again.
Obediently, I took the same position as before, listening to the crinkling of foil as I moved. Almost before I was completely turned, I could feel Jack's hands on my hips, his thick glans finding my hole and bucking inside. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me, giving me what I truly desired. His fucking was carnal and untamed, pounding into me so hard at times I thought the bed frame might break from it. The intense friction quickly brought me to climax again, and Jack soon followed, pulling me up against him and cupping his hands over my breasts while he spilled into the condom.