I feel myself shaking as I struggle to hold back an inexplicable, humiliating orgasm. Watching me, Jack lets out a low, hungry growl. In my peripheral vision, I see his hand swing down. The slap makes a sickening squelching noise when it lands, but it mostly just feels weird. When a second blow lands just above it on my exposed sack, though, white-hot pain blazes through me. My throat vibrates with the force of my scream, trapped by Jack’s rough fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Jack breathes with something like awe in his voice. “I’m going to do that again,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. “Keep it out for me.”
Tears blur my vision and stream down my face as I gasp for breath. He looks at me like he expects a response, so I nod. “Tell me you want it,” he commands.
“Please, Jack —” My voice is a shaky rasp. It’s easier to beg for pain with the haze of endorphins that are flooding through me, but still… I don’t know if I can ask forthis.
Jack hums as he wraps his big hand, fingers still wet with my spit, around my rock-hard cock. “My good little pain slut,” he says, warmth in his voice. “C’mon.”
I shouldn't like Jack trying to sweet-talk me into things as much as I do. But even a bossy asshole knows that sometimes he’ll get further by cajoling and wheedling than by brute force.And even though I know it sounds pathetic, I have to admit I’m a sucker for it.
“Please, Jack —” I gasp. “Please slap my inside-out hole and my balls.” As much as I want to see the blow coming, I tear my gaze away from his hand. I need to look at the heat blazing in his dark brown eyes and the sadistic smirk twisting his lips.
Since I’m not gagged with Jack’s fingers this time, there’s nothing to muffle the howl I let out when his hand comes down hard on my raw, exposed insides and then my already-throbbing sack. I writhe in my restraints —as if there was any escape from this sensation like everything between my legs is on fire.
I unconsciously slammed my eyes shut when the pain hit, so I only realize Jack’s face is between my legs when I feel the tickle of his beard and a warm, wet heat that slides over my puffy, twitching rosebud.
Ifeel his fingers catch the base of it, keeping it outside my body as he licks the protruding flesh. He laps and sucks it gently until my cries of pain catch in my throat and turn into moans. I keep my eyes shut as he takes his mouth off me for a moment, and I hear him spit. When he encloses that obscene part of me with his mouth again, he grips my cock with a slick palm at the same time. He only has to glide his hand up and down my shaft a few times before I explode.
If I wasn’t bound to this bed, I would be afraid of falling off. My head spins with the force of my orgasm, the release as forceful and intense as the now-forgotten pain had been only seconds before. I barely notice when Jack, after stroking every drop out of me, lets go of my cock and withdraws his mouth, his touch as gentle now as it was vicious before.
I’m still panting for breath when he straddles me. His legs pressed against either side of my torso ground me as he reaches above my head and releases my wrists. He chuckles a little as he looks down at me with a gleam in his eye.
“Took your mind off of being nervous, didn’t it?”
I huff out a breathless laugh. “I guess so.” My heart gradually returns to normal as I study him above me. “Youaregoing to come with me, though, right?” Jack was frustratingly vague when I asked if he wanted to come. Even after I admitted to myself I actually want him there and asked if he’d bewillingto come, he’s still been noncommittal.
Jack looks like he wasn’t expecting the question right now. He tries to mask his surprise with a sardonic smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You sure you want me there?”
I nod. “Yeah, I want you there.” I rest my palms on Jack’s thick thighs before giving them a tentative squeeze. “Please?”
I can’t read either his face or the sound he makes low in his throat. “Never had any idea this drawing career of yours was going to be so…personal,” he says. When I give him a quizzical frown, he elaborates.
“I mean, you’re an artist. You work from here.” He waves a hand around the room. “I didn’t know you were going to have to go to so many of these… things.”
My mouth drops open a little. “How can you say that?” I wiggle myself upright and Jack releases me from the cage of his legs, sitting back on his heels. “This is literally the first one of these I’ve ever done!”
“Not true! You go to those events at the convention center all the time.”
I don’t try to hide the frustration in my sigh. “But that doesn’t count! Going there as a reader versus being an attending author or artist are really,reallydifferent things. Which you’d know if you ever actually came with me to any of them.”
“Why would you want me there?”
“Maybe I just want some moral support!” I burst out in frustration. “This is different. I’m not just going as a fan. Peopleare coming to see Olivia —and maybe me, but probably mostly her —and I don’t know what it’s going to feel like.”
“Fuck,” Jack mutters as he looks down. “I’ll think about it.”
We’re in bed with the lights out when I try again. Maybe it’ll be easier if I’m not looking at him. “It would mean a lot to me if you came to this thing,” I whisper into the darkness.
Jack’s sigh sounds especially loud in the late-night quiet. “Dammit, Bunny,” he mutters. “You know I support you.”
“Yeah, I know. But this is —”
“Right, I get it,” he interrupts me. “I’ll come with you.”
“Really?” I can’t believe my ears. I was hoping he’d eventually cave, but I thought I’d really have to wear him down first.
Jack pulls me onto my side and throws an arm over me. “I’d rather chew glass,” he says bluntly, pulling me against his hairy chest. “But this seems like a thing a husband ought to do. I get to call you mine, so I’ll suck it up.”
