“What’s that?” The warmth nestled in my belly drifts south and starts to smolder. Jack looks down at me as he slips an arm around my waist. Pulling me against him, he brings his hand up to my face. When he traces the seam of my lips with a finger, I part them for him.
I assume he wants me to suck on it, so Jack catches me by surprise when he curls that finger into a fishhook he uses to drag my head by the corner of my mouth.
“I want to take you back to that dungeon. We’ve talked about going back, but I want to actually do it. I want to show off my pain slut. I want you to beg for me. I want you to cry for me.”
When I make a little sound around his finger, he withdraws it, wiping it dry on my cheek with a dark grin. My heart takes off as he threads his big hand through my hair. He jerks my head back, turning my next breath into a ragged gasp. “Please,” I whisper.
Jack bends his head down until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You deranged little whore,” he murmurs. Palming my rock-hard dick, he huffs out a laugh. “I love how needy you are for this. Because I want all of it —all of you.”
He continues to grope me roughly until I’m squirming in his grasp. “Please,” I gasp out. “Please, Jack —I want you now.”
With a growl, Jack spins me around, grabbing me by one wrist and twisting it behind me as he shoves me over the arm of the sofa, sending me face-first into the cushions as my feet leave the floor.
I manage to get my feet underneath me again, but my relief is short-lived as Jack grabs my other wrist, too, pulling them together so he can keep me restrained with one hand. He kicks my legs apart as his other hand snakes down to yank my belt loose and pull down my pants and underwear.
When he grabs my hard cock, I moan. “So fucking greedy,” he hisses in my ear. “I should chain you up right here and whip you until you come all over the floor, then make you lick it up like the pathetic mess you are.”
I’m already so turned on, I think I’d let Jack do whatever he wanted. It’s a dangerous feeling, which somehow makes it even hotter. “Please,” I beg again.
Jack lets go of me all at once. I barely catch myself from taking a tumble onto the floor. He snickers. “Get undressed,” he orders as he walks towards the stairs without so much as looking at me.
God, his dismissive attitude shouldn’t be doing the things that it’s doing to me right now. As his foot hits the bottom stair, I call after him, “Um, hey, did you want me to stay down here?”
Jack spins back around and is on me before I have a chance to react. He grabs me by the hair again, wrapping his other hand around my throat tight enough that I fight to hold in a cough.
There are already tears in my eyes from his grip on my hair when he lets go of my neck and pantomimes slapping my face. “If I want you to speak, I’ll fucking let you know,” he snaps. “There’s only one word I want to hear out of you —understand?”
I know he means my safeword; I nod vigorously. The second time Jack taps my cheek, the force is just shy of a real smack, firm enough to leave no question about the implication. He grins when he sees me shiver.
I’m naked, standing awkwardly beneath the ceiling beams that have the eye bolts embedded in them when he comes back down the stairs, now shirtless. He’s pulled his hair into a low ponytail and his dark eyes are molten. My hands drift down to cover my rapidly stiffening cock.
Jack circles around the sofa and gives my knuckles a sharp rap with the paddle in his hand. “You know better than that.” I drop my arms to my sides, staying mute as Jack fits the leather cuffs on my wrists and tethers me to one of those eye bolts with a heavy chain that pulls my arms together above my head.
After a few seconds of trying to get my balance, I realize that Jack made the chain shorter than he has in the past. I have to stand on my toes, which makes me wobble a little.Did he plan this?Or did he make a mistake? The dark gleam in his eye and sinister smirk twisting his lips tell me the answer.
I drop my eyes, noticing for the first time what he’s holding. Along with the paddle I already felt a taste of, the coiled black leather of the long whip is in his other hand. Fear jolts me.
My feet stutter back and I nearly lose my footing. Jack steps nearly toe-to-toe with me and looks down. “Safe word?” he barks.
“Maple,” I whisper.
10
ADAIR
With narrowed eyes, Jack thumbs my lower lip before pulling my lower jaw open. Eyes burning into me, he spits forcefully into my mouth. When I sway a little in my restraints, he smiles wickedly.
He’s close enough that we’re breathing the same air as he looks down on me. I feel the brush of denim on my bare leg a half-second before I feel his boot on my toes with just enough pressure to launch my heart into my throat.
“Might be hot to watch you lose your balance,” he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. “Crying and writhing while you just hang from your arms.”
Jack increases the pressure on my toes and I instinctively jerk back, only to stumble just like he predicted. In vain, my feet scrabble for purchase. He steps back to watch me flail with a dark snicker.
My shoulders are already protesting at the strain, but I twist in my bonds, trying to grab at the chain above my head. I yelp in pain and fear when Jack lays into my ass with his big hand. The force of the blow makes me spin, kinking up the chain. I kick frantically, searching for the floor and finding only air.
The chain unwinds and spins me in the other direction. I’m dizzy and confused when I see Jack unbuckling his belt. Maybe he decided to use that instead of the paddle? After pulling it off, Jack bends down and grabs my ankle, pulling that leg up behind me.
I whimper when I feel leather around my thigh and my shin. Jack pulls the belt tight until my heel is resting on the back of my thigh. Adding to my indignity, he yanks out my ponytail and tousles my hair, sending it flying into my face.
