CHAPTER 20
VICTORIA
Victoria squinted as the bright sun assaulted her face. After an exhausting fight with her husband most of the night, she wasn't ready to wake up and do it all over again. In order to shield her face from the sun’s rays, she tried to roll over. She couldn't. She was paralyzed by restraints. Victoria’s eyes widened. With no time to adjust to the light, she searched her body and found that she had been bound to the bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied to each post. She struggled against the restraints, but it was no use.
“J-Jack,” she called out hoarsely, struggling to find her voice.
“I’m here,” he responded from the doorway of their en suite bath.
He was wet, wearing only a towel, and his silky black hair was slicked to the back, showcasing his breathtakingly beautiful face. But Victoria wouldn't be distracted.
“What is this, Jack?”
“Well, dear wife, it seems that I have found the only solution to making you stay put.”
“What?”
Surely he was joking.
“Yes. It appears that you not only get off on putting yourself in harm’s way, but you also get off on making me worry about you.”
Victoria closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience. “Untie me, Jack.”
Her voice was calm.
“Nah. You’ll stay put for now.”
“Jack,” she warned through gritted teeth.
As Jack’s eyes roamed her nakedness, it was clear he wasn't the least bit intimidated.
“Jack!”
“No!” he shouted angrily, tossing his towel to the floor. “I’m tired of fighting with you, Victoria! It’s clear that I’m not winning.”
Victoria wiggled on the bed. Bondage wasn't her thing, and she didn't like being caged.
As she struggled, Jack’s expression changed from anger to lust. Looking at his tall, wet, muscular frame, Victoria would have, normally, been on the same page, but she knew Jack. He had the potential to be a total barbarian.
“Cut me loose, Jack.”
“No,” he answered, stalking toward her.
He placed a knee on the bed and lowered his face to her traitorous pussy. How could she be so wet when he was being such an ass?
Jack placed his nose between her thighs and sniffed her center. The feral, animalistic growl that escaped fucked up Victoria’s whole state of mind.
Was she mad, or horny? Her body had betrayed her.
“Jack,” she attempted, less convincingly.
Victoria heated all over as he covered her clit with his full, hot lips. He sucked her into his hungry mouth, and she couldn't contain the gasp that broke through. She wrapped her fingers around her the ropes that restrained her. Her toes curled as Jack sucked her swollen clit.
Fuck!
Clearly on a mission, Jack attacked her pussy with a fierceness that left Victoria speechless. She writhed against his face, muttering words that would make sense to no one. Hot, wet, and on the verge of eruption, she screamed his name. She began to shake violently as her body froze. She was about to have a most explosive orgasm when suddenly…nothing!
He stopped.
