Sparrow Obsessed (Romance on the Go Book 0)

by Winter Sloane

  Not for the first time, Jacob wished he didn’t just own this woman one day a week.

  “You’re overdressed,” he remarked.

  Jacob shredded the top of her dress, letting her heavy breasts spill forward. He ran a finger over the simple metal barbells pierced into her rose-colored nipples. Six months into their relationship, he invited a close friend who specialized in body modification to pierce her tits. He expected Jane to have reservations. He’d never forget how her entire face lit up, how her eyes darkened with desire at the prospect of letting Jacob own a little more of her soul.

  “I love it. It’s like a dirty little secret under my clothes,” she’d told him weeks after the piercing healed. “No one would expect famous wedding dress designer Jane Sparrow to be kinky.”

  Jacob loved her a little more after that. Hell, if he was being truthful, he let his Little Sparrow sink her claws into his flesh deeper and deeper each time. Sooner or later, without him realizing it, Jane would make a home in his heart.

  She shuddered as he put her left breast into his mouth and sucked hard. Then she groaned as he left his second bite mark there. He tore off the rest of the dress, balling it and tossing it to the floor. Without the obstruction of fabric, she parted her legs for him.

  “My little slut,” he murmured, not hiding the tenderness in his voice.

  He slid two fingers inside her pussy and hell, she was soaking, primed for him.

  “Look at you, so wet already when all I did was destroy your dress. I haven’t even punished you yet,” he said in a reprimanding voice. He added a third finger in her and stuck out his thumb to caress her clit.

  “Sir.” That seemed the only word she was capable of uttering. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Jane eyed it and licked her lips, but over-eagerness didn’t make her break composure.

  “You want this in you?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “You know what to do.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Please fuck me. Remind me who owns me, Sir.”

  Jacob smiled down at her like a teacher about to reward his apt pupil. He guided his cock head into her entrance. They’d dispensed with condoms two months ago. Jane was on the pill and he was clean. He even showed her the test results. Jacob normally didn’t have sex with the subs in the club. Most of his pleasure was derived from dealing pain, but with Jane, he made an exception.

  Jacob didn’t push in right away. He smeared pre-cum over her thighs, her clit, over her soft folds, like a beast marking his territory. Jane moaned above him.

  “Please, Sir.”

  That second plea broke him. He penetrated her in one merciless push that left her gasping for air and him groaning. Jacob pulled her hands from her neck and pinned them above her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him forward. Jacob should reprimand her, but he was too lost in her. Her pussy always felt so tight, so perfect around his cock.

  Impatient, mouthy, and broken in ways she didn’t understand yet, Jane wasn’t the world’s best sub but right now, she was the perfect woman for Jacob.

  Chapter Three

  Jane drowned. With every thrust, Jacob continued to pull her under. Sex always came after punishment, an afterthought. The appetizer, not the main dish. Jacob got off on her pain, her humiliation. Tonight, he showed her a different side of himself she never knew existed. For a man who prided himself on his perfect control, Jane didn’t realize he was capable of unraveling.

  Jacob left ardent kisses on her throat, more teeth marks down the line of her quivering body. He held her in a bruising grip, but she liked it when he made her his own personal canvas to do what he willed. The leash he put on her earlier still dangled between her breasts, a constant, welcomed reminder of their roles.

  Jane panted. If he didn’t hold her wrists in place, she would’ve left half-moon cuts on his skin. He always used cuffs and knots to hold her in place, never his hands. The warm contact of his rough, big fingers holding her captive somehow made everything more intimate, special.

  She had no idea what had come over Jacob tonight. This could be a one-off. So be it. She’d milk every single moment, engrave it in her memory.

  Pleas escaped her lips, but she couldn’t make out the words. He took her faster, deeper, his breaths harsh. Her heart beat like a tiny caged bird in her chest, fighting to get free. Jacob changed the angle of his hips and brushed against her sweet spot. She gasped, eyes widening. He aimed for that special place over and over again.

  Each time he hammered into her, he made sure his cock hit her sensitive, tingling clit. She gasped, her cry silenced by another demanding kiss. She couldn’t come, not without his permission, yet she could feel the pressure threatening to burst inside her. He lifted his lips from hers.

  “Sir, please.”

  Jacob nipped on her bottom lip. “Go ahead.”

  Jane orgasmed in a paroxysm of pleasure. Her vision blurred. Her mind soared while her body remained locked in place under him. He pulled his softening cock out of her and rested it against the curve of her belly. She was aware he watched her like a hawk but that was fine with her. He owned her body and held her heart prisoner. Her reactions belonged to him as well.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Jane could fall asleep right here in his apartment with his cum drying on her thigh, but they were only starting.

  Jacob released her hands and got off her. He let her catch her breath for a few minutes. Like always, she couldn’t read the expression on his face. A snap of his fingers and renewed energy flowed back to Jane’s limbs. She extracted herself from the sofa and fell without much grace to her knees.

  Jacob stood in front of her and tipped her chin with his fingers. She had no other choice but to look up at him. He put two fingers under her collar and gave it a tug.

  “Up,” he ordered.

  She stood shakily on her feet.

  Jacob grabbed the leash swaying between her breasts and pulled her along. Toward his playroom. He found the switch. The warm glow of the lights illuminated the dark interior of the room, dark wood paneling matching hardwood floors.

  Jane’s pulse spiked, seeing his familiar implements and toys hanging meticulously on the walls.

  “Do you remember the first time I brought you in here?” Jacob asked her.

  “Yes, Sir. You ordered me to clean all your tools.”

  Even if there wasn’t a spot of dust on any of them, she didn’t add. That remark would only lead to a worse punishment. He was a meticulous, organized man. A clean freak. It was only later that Jane realized he’d wanted to familiarize her with his equipment. Over the next few months, there were more additions, toys they picked together.

  “You acted like a little brat,” Jacob commented. Jane must’ve imagined the fondness in his tone because the Jacob she knew didn’t tease or flirt. He was all business.

  He let go of the leash and started surveying his impressive wall. She shivered and stayed where she was. Jacob ran his fingers over the handles of riding crops, a variety of braided whips, floggers.

  Jane’s imagination went on overdrive. She saw him using every single tool on her, could visualize the distinctive marks made by each one on her skin. Her gaze lingered on the heavy-bound red leather book lying carelessly on the small table next to the only comfortable furniture in the room—his armchair. After every session, Jacob liked to take pictures of his work. If he was in a generous mood, he let her sit by his feet. They’d look at the book together, relive those intense moments again. Jane at her most vulnerable, at her most free.

  That book would never leave this room, Jacob promised her. It was for their private enjoyment. Something that was theirs.

  Another snap made her blink. Jacob had returned. Her mind had started to drift but reality sank in as she saw what he slapped over his palm. The bamboo cane made a sharp, whistling sound in the air.

  Jane broke out in a cold sweat. He only used that one time on her.
She hated his guts afterward and couldn’t sit down properly for days. Worse, he’d broken her down completely. The pain remained branded forever in her head. Jane wasn’t a pain slut. She derived her pleasure from humiliation. She swallowed, took deep breaths.

  “Do you have anything to say to me, sub?” he asked her.

  He slapped the cane over his palm again. Jane couldn’t help but flinch. Jacob would never hurt her, not in the true sense of the word. She knew he tested every single tool on his own skin first before ever trying them on her.

  “No, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Spanking bench. Now.”

  Jane arranged herself on the bench, allowing herself to be completely at his mercy. The kiss of the soft leather against her bare flesh always felt erotic. Despite the threat of the cane, anticipation surged through her entire body. Her tits pebbled. Jane grew embarrassingly wet again as he locked the cuffs over her wrists and ankles, restraining her completely. She couldn’t move a single inch.

  Jacob walked in front of her, no longer holding the whip but another familiar instrument. One of Jane’s favorites. He let the falls, the tails of the flogger, caress her face. They also picked this toy together. Made of half-deer skin and oiled leather, it could produce two different sensations. Imagination ignited. Jane could already imagine the impact of the material on her bare skin. The pink marks they left behind on her skin. Jane breathed easily. Of course, he wouldn’t use that brutal tool on her right away. He’d warm her up first.

  Jacob knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek. “Remind me again. What’s your safeword?”

  As if Jane would ever forget, but Jacob always played by the rules. He was a careful Dom that way.

  “Red.”

  “Nice and simple.” Jacob brushed his thumb over her lower lip. Jane didn’t know what made her close her lips over it and suck on his finger. Jacob stared at her, not saying anything, not reprimanding her. How many times had he let her get away with disobedience tonight?

  She no longer let that little detail bother her. His playroom was her sanctuary. She wanted to lose herself in his punishments. In here, time was frozen, non-existent.

  Jane stopped what she was doing. Jacob chuckled to himself, pulled his thumb away, and stood back up. He positioned himself behind her. She barely felt the first blow as he let the flogger fly. A moan spilled from her lips as a stinging sensation started from her ass and spread to the rest of her. Her clit tingled. Her pussy grew wetter.

  Jacob paused. “Where are we, sub?”

  “Green.”

  Jane squirmed in her restraints as Jacob delivered blow after blow. He never hit her in the same place. Jacob wielded the toy with expert precision. Jane floated out of her body and entered subspace. He painted her ass cheeks red, tickled her inner thighs and the soft folds of her cunt. Jane gasped. The sounds the flogger made changed as the tails turned wet with her cum.

  A well-aimed flick of the tails to her clit made her gasp. He stopped hitting her. Jacob grasped her punished, sore ass and plunged his cock deep inside her. She moaned, coming all over his cock as he continued to rut her. Her mind remained locked in a pleasure-filled haze as Jacob pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her leg.

  He appeared in front of her, dangling the flogger’s tips in front of her face. Jane knew what he wanted. She licked her need off the leather, felt his big hand in her hair, stroking her like one would do to a well-loved pet.

  “Good girl,” he murmured.

  “Where are we, Little Sparrow?” he asked, discarding the whip to pick up the bamboo cane.

  Jane could die of happiness. Praises were lethal, seldom given, and yet Jacob was nothing but generous tonight. Elation vanished, replaced by a heady mix of terror and excitement. Jane felt like she was on a brakeless roller coaster with no safety bars, plunging into the darkest unknown.

  “Green,” she whispered, wondering if she would come to regret her decision.

  Jacob didn’t ask her again. She still felt like she was floating in a golden nimbus. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt as much as last time?

  Chapter Four

  A line of fire streaked across Jane’s ass, making her scream. With nothing to hold on to, to claw, Jane dug her nails into the skin of her palms until they bled. She gritted her teeth, controlling her breathing. In and out. Jacob paused. It felt like minutes instead of mere seconds. Jane silently counted. One. Oh, God.

  “Take four more for me, Little Sparrow,” he said.

  Hearing his reassuring, confident voice anchored her back to reality. Jane knew a single word from her would make him stop immediately. He’d unlock her restraints and settle on the armchair with her on his lap. Not yet, Jane thought fiercely. She already failed the assignment he’d given her. Again.

  Jane was a perfectionist. She aced all her test scores only to disappoint both her parents when she announced she wanted to sew for a living. His disappointment far outweighed theirs. Jane wanted to make him proud.

  The second blow was bearable. The third felt like she had been plunged headfirst into hell. Tears gathered behind her shut lids. It took her several seconds to realize he’d asked her that question again.

  “Green,” she answered stubbornly.

  The cane whistled sharply through the air. White-hot pain. Jane thought of nothing else. Unable to help herself, she let out another cry. Four. Despite feeling miserable, despite loathing the cane with every fiber of her being, her body betrayed her need. Her nipples were hard, her pussy wet with her juices and his cum.

  “Last one.”

  Jane thought she detected tenderness in his voice. Rare affection. Pride.

  The fifth was always the worst. Jane’s throat felt hoarse. The blow landed. Jacob pushed two fingers into her pussy. Jane didn’t just splinter, she broke apart. Her mind blanked out completely. She felt flayed alive, both inside and out, all her wounds exposed.

  Sweat coated her entire body. She must look like a fine mess, but he gazed upon her like a queen. Hearing a click, she realized Jacob had his camera out. He set it down and soon unlocked her wrists and ankle restraints. It was finally over.

  Chapter Five

  Jane slumped like a doll in his arms. Like this, she was most vulnerable. Emptied out. Possessiveness filled him to the core. Jacob gathered her close, guided her to the waiting armchair. He sat down and placed one possessive arm over her waist, careful of the fresh welts on her ass. The cane always drew fresh blood, but he’d take care of that later. Jane slid into his lap, hardly weighing a thing. She wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly as if she was terrified he’d disappear.

  He murmured words of consolation in her ear while stroking the fine lines of her back. “That’s my good girl, my brave girl.”

  Jacob wondered if she understood how proud he was of her, how much he loved her at that moment. He knew she feared and hated the cane, and yet he used it on her anyway. Jane trusted him, expected him to push her to her limits. Tonight, she’d shown him once more that despite her misgivings, she was willing to leave her comfort zone behind.

  She rested her head against his chest. Jacob tugged off the hair tie, letting her silken hair loose. He brushed a finger over the leather collar locked around her neck, taking in every little detail. The way she shivered, how she crept closer to him, lured by the comfort of his warmth. The promise of safety.

  They sat there for a long time but even eternity didn’t feel like enough. He cherished every moment with Jane but this part, the aftercare, was his favorite part of every session.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  She still looked unfocused and hesitantly brushed her fingers over his arm. She seemed reluctant to leave. Jacob understood. He felt the same way. He wanted to keep her here forever. Lock his Little Sparrow away for good, steal her from the eyes of the hungry public always clamoring for more of her creations. She’d exist for his pleasure alone. An indulgent thought.

  “Close to midnight. I think.” Jacob didn’t have a clock in th
e room.

  “Then it’s time for me to go.” She tried to slip from his lap, but he rested his hand on her left thigh and gave it a warning squeeze.

  “Stay the night.” The words slipped out of his mouth without warning.

  Jane blinked several times, looking more alert now. His offer shocked the both of them because it was a first. She always left after the aftercare. He always offered her to drive her, but she always insisted on taking a cab back home. She didn’t know this, but after seeing her off, he would head right to his car. He’d tail the cab driver just to make sure she arrived safely home.

  “Are you sure, Master?” she asked, looking bothered.

  “Does the thought scare you so much?” he asked, point-blank.

  Jane shook her head quickly. “No. I’d like that. I’m just the kind of person who doesn’t take well to sudden changes. Surprises.”

  “I know.”

  Once, he watched her fall apart on live television when the interviewer started to pry deeper into her personal life. He’d wanted nothing better than to throttle the life out of that lowlife, but he settled for another solution.

  Jacob sometimes introduced new elements to their play, even if it rattled her. He wanted to change her mindset, to help her become adaptable. That was also the reason he gave her the impossible task of mending his baby blanket every single time. It was a lesson, a reminder there were some things she had no control of. She still didn’t understand why he gave her the same assignment but eventually, she would.

  Jane let out a laugh, a musical sound he’d never heard before. He yearned to hear it again. “I guess you do.”

  “Let’s clean you up. I also want to apply ointment to your welts,” he said.

  “You never told me what’s in that ointment,” Jane said and got off his lap. Certain she wouldn’t slip from his grasp, he held out a hand to her. She took it, letting him lead her out of the playroom and back to his living room.