“Damn right you’re mine, Bunny. I don’t see how being crammed into an airplane seat next to you is gonna make a fucking lick of difference, but if you think it will, I’ll do it.”
I throw my arms around him. “Thank you! Oh my God, Jack —thank you so much!” I exhale a breath of laughter. “I don’t exactly know how it will help, either. But I know it will. If nothing else, it’ll be nice not to embarrass myself by holding onto a stranger’s arm the whole time.”
Jack smirks before a thoughtful look settles over his face as he strokes his beard. “Could you take a few days off before or after this thing?”
“I’d have to figure it out with my classes, but probably. Why?”
“Figure as long as we’re going that far, maybe we can make a trip out to the Grand Canyon from there,” he says as nonchalantly as if he were planning to swing by his favorite food truck for a breakfast burrito on the way to work.
“Oh wow! What a great idea —that would be awesome!” I giggle a little. “So that’s the bribe, then? I drag you to Las Vegas with me and you get a trip to the Grand Canyon out of it?”
Jack rolls his eyes. “Weget a trip to the Grand Canyon. Doesn’t exactly sound like I’d be twisting your arm.”
I’m so excited I’m practically bouncing on the bed. “You’re the best!” I practically tackle Jack, squeezing him even tighter. “I love you.”
He returns the embrace, kissing the top of my head. “Love you, too.” After a moment, he makes a sound that’s not quite a laugh. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come with you?”
“I didn’t know.” I wiggle out of his grasp to look him in the eye. “You fucking hated going to the event at the bookstore.”
Jack frowns. “There’slotsof things I fucking hate,” he points out.
That makes me laugh, so my tears catch me by surprise when they suddenly sting the corners of my eyes and blur my vision. I throw my arms around Jack again and bury my face in his neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t know how I can ever make this up to you.”
Jack’s deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Really? Because I sure do.”
“Anything,” I tell him.
His dark chuckle sends an electric charge down my spine. “Then let me show you off this weekend.”
18
ADAIR
My eyes are still adjusting to the dim red light of the dungeon as I trail Jack down the hallway, trying to get used to the metal plug vibrating inside of me. In the equally dim changing room, I strip down to a black jockstrap like I did last time. “Turn around,” he orders.
My assumption that he’s checking out the marks on my ass is confirmed when I hear him chuckle. “The stripes my belt left on your ass when we were camping have just about disappeared. I love the idea of marking you up again tonight.”
Nervous anticipation flutters inside me as he buckles the leather cuffs onto my wrists. When he crouches down to fasten the other set onto my ankles, a sudden thought hits me. “Hey, I can buckle those myself if you want. It’s just a little hard to get these —” I gesture to my wrists, “on one-handed.”
Jack surprises me. “No, I don’t want you to.” He glances up at me with a crooked grin. “That’s not your job.”
Oh God. There’s no way that should make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It does anyway.
My eyes get big and my cock snaps to attention when he pulls out a chain leash along with a collar I’ve never seen before. It looks like real leather, padded on the inside.
“Is that new?” I ask. Jack nods. My mouth is dry but my dick is already leaking into the jockstrap as I watch him run his fingers over it.
He doesn’t say anything else before stepping behind me and putting it on. I can hear how heavy the buckle is by the low metallic clunk it makes next to my ear. He buckles it tightly enough that when I swallow, my Adam’s apple pushes against the leather.
Leash in hand, Jack evaluates me. “I like the way you look in this,” he announces. “I might start having you wear it regularly.” My dick jerks at the thought.
When he brings his eyes to mine, whatever he sees in them makes him grin. “You like this?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. “It’s hot.”
“I want you to crawl for me tonight.”
I catch my lower lip between my teeth but I’m not quick enough to stifle the needy whimper I let out as I nod. Jack brings a big hand to the side of my face. He brushes a thumb over my cheekbone, then my lower lip.
