“I don’t think you understand what sort of situation you are in, my dear.” I pull off my jacket and toss it on the couch. Jenny stands in front of me, blinking. She’s about to speak when I put my finger to my lips. “Shhh. Take a second to grasp this. You are in a cabin, miles away from any sort of help, with a mob boss and Dom who is very annoyed with your complete lack of self-preservation and that you have the audacity to believe for a second you aren’t worth love or acceptance.” I kicked the bag. “A Dom who needs to test out some new equipment.” Her eyes grow wide as she blushes.
“Um, sorry?”
I grin. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Joey
With one hand I lift the duffle bag, and with the other I lace my fingers with hers. “Let’s get you clean, before I get you messy again.”
She has dried blood splattered in her hair and face. I don’t want her to feel subconscious about it. I toss the bag on the bed and turn on the shower in the adjoining bathroom. Her eyes drift toward the bag, but I hold her chin. “Later.”
It's a slow process, taking off her clothes, and I can tell she hates it. It’s going too slow, and her impatience is killing her. I move my hands up and down her body, lifting her sweatshirt off over her head and pulling off her leggings past her ankles, sneaking in kisses whenever I can.
I undress myself and lead her into the shower. She frowns and pouts because, despite the steam rising from the water, she says it's too cold. I’m not going to argue with her, that's not what this is about. She adjusts the water and I feel like my skin is about to peel off my body, but this is for her so I tough it out.
The blood washes away and doesn’t take much scrubbing on my part—a few soft gentle touches with a soapy hand does the trick. That part resolved, I lather her, taking care around her breasts and stomach. She arches her body, the slippery bubbles sliding against my skin. She moans when my fingers dip between her thighs. She’s already wet and ready, and this is going to drive me insane.
She takes the loofah out of my hand and starts scrubbing my body, rubbing smooth circles around my chest, caressing down my stomach and stroking my cock with the soap. She feels so good, I need to get control of this moment, and her.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin her to the cold tile. She squirms and yelps as I take her nipple into my mouth, the shower water running down like a river between her breasts. Trapped between the wall and the water, I slide my thigh between her legs to provide a little friction. She moans and writhes under my touch until she’s been teased to a suitable point.
After all the soap and evidence of the night vanish down the drain, I turn the water off and pull her out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist and spend the next few minutes drying her.
“Has anything on your red, yellow, green list changed?”
All club members have to fill out a safety checklist and keep it on file. I memorized hers and filed it away in my brain as ‘Information I would need later.’ I’m glad I was right.
Jenny gazes up at me with her big brown eyes. “No, but I trust you more than I did my former partner.”
My eyebrow raises. “Baby, it’s not like I’ve got a great track record with you. Not even an hour ago you saw me shoot someone.”
She nods. “Yeah, and I still trust you more… He really sucked.”
“Clearly.”
I smirk. I’m about to do graphic things to her body, and she’s cracking jokes. Not because she’s uncomfortable and trying to fill tension, but because that’s who she is. She makes me happy, and I want her to know that. To understand how special she truly is.
“How flexible are you?”
She sits on the edge of the bed and does a full split. “I’d say pretty flexible.”
Excellent. I pull out the ankle restraints from the bag.
Her eyes widen as she rests her head against the pillow. I massage her thighs and calves, making my way down to her ankles before wrapping them in the restraints. The ankle restraints come with extra-long straps, which I tie to the four-post headboard. Spreading her legs wide and lifting her lower half off the bed, I stuff an extra pillow under her back for support.
I take a second to enjoy the view. Her pussy is glistening with her excitement. I stroke my cock a few times, watching her. Her nipples are hard buds, and her skin is flushed from the shower. Her blue hair frames her face.
“Hmm, what should I do first to my little dog walker who has zero sense of self-preservation?” I start at her ankles and run my hands along the insides of her legs to her center. She moans, and I’ve barely started. She craves attention as I run my fingers around her opening, teasing the inside but never fully entering. She mews and squirms, as I use her own slickness to circle her clit, gently rubbing the nub. Two fingers slide inside, and her walls tense around them. A few good pumps, and my fingers are coated in her pleasure.
I take them out and give them a long lick. Her eyes widen, pupils completely blown. “Do you want a taste?”
She gives a cautious, slow nod, and I slide my fingers back inside to add another layer. She reaches for my wrist and brings my fingers to her lips, her tongue tracing my fingers before she sucks on them like she sucks on my cock.
It sends me into a frenzy. My lips wrap around her clit, every flick of my tongue sending both of us into overdrive.
“God yes,” she cries out.
