“That’s the fourth time I’ve watched you fuck around with that box this morning.” I frown at him because I don’t have a good comeback.
Jack narrows his eyes and appraises me, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he stalks towards me. “Think I have an idea that might take your mind off it.”
“I —” I start, but I don’t get any further because he puts a finger on my lips.
“Shut up,” he says in a low voice, his eyes dark and lustful. Goddamn if that bossy asshole shit when he puts his hands on me doesn’t go straight to my cock. Every. Single. Time.
Before I can respond, he turns and heads for the stairs. “Come,” he says without bothering to turn or look over his shoulder to see if I obey. My cheeks blaze, but my dick snaps to attention.
“Take your shirt off,” Jack orders as soon as my foot hits the top stair. The instant I do, he picks me up and tosses me facedown onto the bed. I feel his weight on top of me as he grabs my right hand. When I feel a familiar constriction around my wrist, I struggle against him. I’m no match for his strength, but I like the way it gets under his skin when I fight back.
“Such a sexy fucking brat,” he breathes into my ear before catching my earlobe in his teeth and tugging on it until the pain makes my hips buck with arousal.
Jack lets go of my ear and hums against it. “You little fucking freak. You have no idea how much it turns me on that you need this as badly as I do.”
After he gets both of my arms tied down to the restraints anchored to the bedposts, he reaches underneath me to undo my pants. He yanks them and my underwear down and off in a single motion. I feel him between my legs, roughly pushing them apart, followed by the clink of his belt buckle.
“Pick your head up.” When I obey, something brushes my neck. I flinch and try to pull away, only to realize that Jack’s belt now encircles my throat. He gives it a tug, constricting the warm leather.
“Um, are you —”
“Shut up,” he murmurs. His deep voice is as much a caress as his hand, making slow circles over one exposed ass cheek. I let him lull me into the softness, my eyes slipping closed even though I know what’s coming.
Jack moves so fast I barely have time to register that he’s no longer rubbing my ass before he swings down a bruising smack. I try to gasp but he pulls the belt tight, trapping the sound and leaving a vacuum in my lungs. The rumble of his laughter echoes in my ears as a volley of blows sets my ass on fire.
My heartbeat quickens as my lungs start to burn. Instinctively, I thrash beneath him, trying to escape the pain, my body screaming for air. My head is beginning to swim by the time the pressure around my neck eases enough for me to draw in a ragged sob of breath.
Jack lets out a growl of appreciation at my sound of pain. “Yeah, cry for it, you dirty slut. You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”
I open my mouth, but a yank on that belt cuts off my voice again. Jack lands another round of hard, punishing strikes on my ass until black spots start to fill my field of vision, before giving me just enough breath to wail once or twice before cutting off my air. He toys with me like that for a while until my ass is on fire and I’m light-headed and gasping.
When he finally lets the belt go slack and slips it over my head, I’m mortified to hear myself moaning as I squirm in my restraints. I feel the mattress dip on either side of me, then the heat and weight of Jack’s body over mine. He’s still got his pants on, but I whimper when he rubs his hard cock against my throbbing ass cheeks.
“You love this, huh?” he asks as he lifts his hips. His big hand slides between my body and the mattress. My cheeks burn and a hungry sound rumbles in his throat as he wraps that hand around my hard-on.
“I knew it,” he murmurs into my ear as he gives my dick a couple of strokes before settling his body back over mine and grinding against my ass again. “But you need more, don’t you?”
My mouth dismisses the throbbing in my ass. “Yeah.”
His sadistic snicker curls into my ears. “Good, because I’m just getting started with you.”
2
ADAIR
After making me count out strokes with his belt until I’m sobbing, Jack frees me long enough to flip me onto my back before refastening the restraints. I let out a whimper; even the soft covers feel like sandpaper on my worked-over ass. He straddles me on his knees, studying me with narrowed eyes.
I try to blink the rest of the tears away and look up at him. “You’re a fucking mess,” he says, amusement in his voice. When his eyes drift down to my all-too-eager dick, he chuckles darkly before hopping off the bed.
Craning my neck, I watch as he goes over to my top dresser drawer. He digs through the folded clothes until he pulls out a ridged torpedo of bright red silicone.Shit. I didn’t know he’d found my hiding place for my biggest sex toy. From the way he’s smirking as he comes back to the bed, I’m guessing my embarrassment is plain on my face.
Jack wraps his hand around the circumference, then slides it out to inspect the size of the opening with a low whistle. “I’ve never been able to take that whole thing,” I tell him hurriedly.
A slow, evil grin steals across Jack’s features. “Guess sometimes you need a little push to reach your goals, huh?”
I shake my head, feeling my pulse quicken. “I don’t —I mean, I’ve tried.”
Ignoring me, he grabs the lube and slicks it up. His gaze rakes over me with a predatory leer that scares me and turns me on at the same time. “Well, now you’re going to succeed.” Eyes glittering dangerously, he kneels on the bed between my legs. “Wider,” he commands.
