With the same careful motion, he pulled out almost escaping, then thrust in with a little more force. I gasped and he rested his pelvis against my ass, not moving. “No, baby, I want you to say it.” He rotated his hips before stilling again and I thought I’d scream if he didn’t love me.
“Yes! I like it, Jack. More!” He was killing me with his patience. Lifting my hips, I pressed back, demanding with my body that he take me like I knew he could.
Instead of giving in, he slightly rolled his hips again. “Tell me my cock feels good in that pussy, or I’m pulling out.”
He wanted those words. I fought against the mental barrier that told me not to speak them. His stillness against me proved that he meant exactly what he said though.
“Your.” I couldn’t do it. He rolled his hips slightly, making me moan. How could I not do what he asked? “Your c-cock feels so good in my p-pussy.” I flushed as I said them but cried out in ecstasy as he began pumping in and out.
I’d say whatever he wanted if he made me feel this good. His hands grasped my hips and he increased the pace of his thrusts. My core gripped him tightly with each pull and release and I could barely breathe as pleasure spiked through ever sensitive pleasure point of my sex.
“You better grab onto something, little one.” His voice was guttural with that command and I clenched the duvet tightly in my fists. It was the only warning I had before he unleashed his need on my body, pounding into my flesh with a pace that left me gasping for a single breath.
I came undone with a scream, knowing that he owned my body as he mastered it completely. Who cared if I could walk tomorrow? He continued riding me, prolonging the fall over the edge until if I died in this moment, I knew it would have been the best lovemaking I’d ever known.
chapter eleven
Training
Saying I fell asleep after our lovemaking would be putting it lightly. I was pretty sure I passed out because my body couldn’t take much more than it already had today. When I awoke the room was completely dark except for a small crack of light seeping in from the hall through the door.
“I’ve told you she’s fine, and when she wakes up I’ll have her call you.” My sleep-filled eyes watched him walk through the door as he ended a call.
“Hi.” I felt a little embarrassed talking to him after the things he’d done to me.
“Feeling better?” Jack walked over and sat down beside me on the bed. His fingers moved a strand of my hair that had fallen in my face and he was smiling. He reached beside him on the table, grabbing a glass and two tiny red pills.
Struggling to get my sleep-foggy mind focused, I sat up, wincing slightly at the discomfort of my backside. “I’m fine.” I nibbled on my lower lip, feeling the flush on my face.
“You fell asleep before I could give you these.” He held the cup out and I took it, then he turned over my hand putting the pills in my palm.
Still a little drowsy, I took them, not bothering to ask what he was giving me. “Thanks.” My butt throbbed now that I was awake, and I remembered why he wanted me to have something. Attempting to alleviate the pressure, I leaned my weight off my butt and onto my hip.
“I don’t like having to spank you.” He took the cup and sat it back down on the table, before turning back to me. Lowering his lips to mine he kissed me softly. “Are you hungry?”
I didn’t like him spanking me. That was a discussion I wasn’t ready to have. “I could eat, I think.” I hadn’t eaten all day and it took him saying something for my stomach to grumble loudly.
“Nadine has dinner ready. If you’re not too uncomfortable, we’ll go downstairs.”
I definitely didn’t want to talk about my sore butt. “I think I can manage.” He slid off the bed, holding out his hand. I took it and groaned as I stood. It was uncomfortable but not something I couldn’t deal with, I decided quickly.
“Good?” His gaze searched my.
“I don’t think I’m incapacitated.” I gave him a look that said it was all his fault, then grinned. It was a little humorous in a really weird way that he was concerned about my backside when he was the reason it hurt.
“I won’t apologize, because I think the point was made. I am sorry you’re uncomfortable, though.” He was dressed in a pair of sweats now and looking over my nude form. I guess he decided I should be covered too. He moved to his chest of drawers and pulled out a t-shirt.
Dressing me like I was a small child, his words gave me something to think about. He didn’t like me being in pain, but he would obviously repeat his punishment if I displeased him again. What did I do with that information? Since my stomach growled loudly at that moment, I obviously wouldn’t do anything with it, yet.
“Let’s get you fed.” He smiled warmly, draped his arm through mine, and led me down to the dining room. Now the perfect gentleman, he held out a chair for me that was thoughtfully cushioned with a pillow.
Shaking my head, I sat down, watching as he took the head of the table next to me. It was perplexing how he could be so considerate and such a disciplinarian, too. My Jack was a contradiction in many ways.
With the added cushion, I did not spend dinner completely focused on the dwindling ache. Nadine had outdone herself again with the meal, and I devoured it like a starving person. I can’t say that I’ve ever enjoyed a meal that completely.
“I hope that’s not how I have to get you to eat every night.” He was looking over my clean plate in amusement and it took me a minute to understand what he meant.
I definitely didn’t want him thinking the events earlier had left me famished. “I kind of skipped breakfast and lunch today.” That made much more sense than me needing to eat because he’d beaten it out of me. I decided beating was too strong a word, because from what I understood of corporeal punishment, many parents spanked their children that way. Legally, I knew it wasn’t something frowned upon.
“Of course you’ll never let that happen again.” The look in his eyes said he found me not eating another reason to administer one his spankings and I tensed.
“I don’t normally skip meals. Today was a rare exception.” I spoke quickly, knowing my backside couldn’t take another firm hand at the moment. The truth was that I knew I’d let him do it, and it was a humbling thought. Now that I knew he didn’t get pleasure from hurting me, a spanking wasn’t a deal breaker for us.
“We won’t speak of it again. What happened is over, and I think you learned from it.” He pushed back his plate. “You need to call your sister. I’m afraid she thinks I’ve locked you up in my dungeon and am holding you hostage.”
“Do you have one?” I’d call Kim, but the dungeon statement had my eyes widening.
Chuckling, he stood up, placing his napkin on the plate. “No, but if you want one later on, I’m sure I could accommodate.”
The relief I felt was indescribable. “I guess I should call her before the police show up here.”
He gave me his nod of approval, and I hadn’t even realized what I was doing. I’d think about later why I’d asked his permission to make a call. “There’s a phone in the study.” He held out my chair and I followed behind him.
Jack left me alone as I spoke to my sister, and it was hard to focus on what she was saying being surrounded by the library of books here. I guess he was a very well read man. It would take a person a lifetime to go through all the ones lining his shelves. What else didn’t I know about Jack?
Pulling my head back into the conversation, I tried to catch up with her rapid fire questions. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m fine. No, he didn’t force me to stay. And I was tired so I fell asleep.” Kim was livid that I hadn’t called things off and hounded me with inquiries. I’d had enough when she told me I was going to end up seriously hurt if I didn’t walk away now.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m staying with Jack. I’ll see you when he brings me home.” Another dozen comments and questions were brought up and I was getting antsy. “Kim! I’ll see you when I get there
.” I didn’t want to sound rude, but I was tired of being grilled. Hanging up the phone, I knew I’d answer for that rudeness later on.
I walked out of the study and went in search of Jack. I found him when I heard the splash of water outside an open door. He hadn’t given me a tour of the backyard the last time I was here, and my eyes widened in amazement as it met my stare.
The Olympic sized swimming pool was beautiful, but beyond that there was a garden with every color of flower imaginable. It reached on forever. Pulling my eyes back to Jack, I gasped again when he stepped out of the pool, dripping wet and completely nude.
Jack in the flesh was a sight to behold, and I didn’t mind staring. He was so beautiful. Thick, roped muscles covered his tanned arms. His smooth chest led down to carved abs, that made my fingers long to trace them. His shaft, or cock, as he liked it to be called – that word still made me blush – was a delight of its own.
Perfect eye candy, I thought on a sigh as I allowed my gaze to take in those long, well-formed legs. Even his butt was perfect as I was gifted with the sight when he dived back in the water. Powerful shoulders broke through the water as he did laps down the long lane. It really should be a sin for any man to be that lovely.
He swam up to where I was staring down on him and inclined his head. “Come swim.”
I was dressed in his t-shirt still and without thinking, I jumped in the deep end. The water really did look inviting and I’d wanted to get in anyway. Since the cotton material fell to my knees, I felt it was appropriate enough to be seen in should Nadine walk by. I swam over to the side and hung on to the cement.
He joined me, grinning. “You could have removed the shirt first.” He was glancing down and I followed his eyes. Maybe a white t-shirt wasn’t a good idea for cover. My breasts were perfectly visible now and I blushed. “Don’t worry. Nadine left as soon as she served our meal. Besides, this is kind of sexy.” The man was obviously a mind reader on top of all his other accomplishments.
He pinched one of my nipples through the material and it instantly pebbled. Jack seemed fascinated with my breasts, and for the first time, I was glad that I was a little over stacked in that department. He put more pressure on until it was almost painful, then just as quickly released it.
“Fuck, Emily. I can’t get enough of you.” He moved his hands to my butt, and pushed me up, telling me he wanted me to get out. I didn’t understand why we were leaving so soon, but used my hands to help lift my weight over the side.
Once he left the water, I understood completely. His cock pressed against his stomach, and was so hard it looked painful. “Yes. I want you!” He seemed as surprised as I did by that revelation. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me inside and up the stairs so quickly that I could barely breathe when we finally arrived in his room.
He walked me backwards until I fell on the bed, dripping wet, and his hands splayed my thighs wide. He then lowered his head almost instantaneously between them and that wicked tongue plunged deep with a savageness that left me breathless for another reason.
Just when I thought I would come undone, he lifted his head, gripped my legs putting them over his shoulders. My eyes widened as he thrust deep inside me without any warning. “Jack!”
“This is going to be fast, baby, sorry.” He plunged into my core with movements so forceful, I worried he’d split me apart. It felt wonderful and sore all at the same time but I was nowhere near ready when he flooded me with his passion. All I could do was hold on to him as he rested upon me spent. His cock twitched inside me as it deflated slowly.
I was disappointed. It was the first time he hadn’t made me crash over the edge, and my body ached with the need to find fulfillment when he finally slid free. “Don’t move.” He demanded leaving me on the bed, my legs dangling off it.
Still trying to understand what happened, I rested back, in a daze, never knowing he could be so fast in his lovemaking. It wasn’t a positive revelation. My core clenched, still wanting more.
He returned to me, holding a strangely shaped, large phallus and I looked up at him in concern. It was not as big as him, but almost, and it had this funny little apparatus attached that reminded me of bunny ears.
“Scoot up on the bed and grab the headboard.” I was still eyeing the object in concern, but followed his orders. “Now spread those thighs wide.” He had an evil grin on his face, and I had no idea what he planned to do. Embarrassed, yet oddly turned on, I complied, knowing how exposed this position made me.
“Oh, that’s so fucking beautiful.” He joined me on the bed, his hand gripping one of my upper thighs, spreading me even more. “You’ll love this.”
I stiffened as he brought the neon pink colored toy between my legs. “Trust me,” he demanded softly, inching it in slowly.
It felt so strange to be filled with this thing, but not in a bad way. Not at all. I was still wet from our lovemaking, and though it was a snug fit, it didn’t stretch me nearly as much as he did. Those strange little rabbit-like ears fit right over my nub and I almost flew off the bed as he switched it on. The vibrations there were unlike anything I’d thought possible.
I shrieked as he pulled the thick vibrator out, wanting that buzz against me again. He obviously knew just what I wanted because he slowly inched it back in, and I felt it once more. As if he had all the time in the world, he used unhurried in and out strokes to ride me with the toy.
“You like that don’t you, baby? Watch me fuck your beautiful pussy with it.” His words mesmerized me and I looked down, shocked at the vision. It was so sinfully decadent knowing he was loving me this way. It turned me on in ways I couldn’t describe.
“Please, Jack!” I rushed again toward that pinnacle of pleasure, and it was so bittersweet, the ache of wanting, but being held right on the edge. He began moving in and out faster, and I thought my heart would explode. He was making love to me with this toy!
The visual and the plunge and repeat inside me were too much. I flipped over the edge and screamed his name. He pressed the vibrator inside me deeply, allowing the tiny little rabbit ear vibrations to prolong the pleasure until I had nothing left to give.
I flinched then, because it was almost too much. Reading my body, he turned off the vibrations, leaving the phallus embedded. “That’s what being with me will be like, baby. I will show your body so many different ways to be pleasured that you’ll only think about what I’ll do to you next.”
There was no doubt in my mind that Jack meant what he said. Now that I was coming down from my high, it felt odd to have the vibrator still nestled inside me. Squeezing my pelvic muscles, I attempted to dislodge it. It only retreated slightly because it pretty much filled me up.
“Don’t do that again,” Jack warned, resting back on the pillows. “I like how it looks filling up what’s mine.”
I stopped fighting against the need to expel it at his quiet demand, and believe me I couldn’t ignore how the toy kept me open. It was reminder that my body was his to command, even as I attempted to relax back with him on the bed.
Jack reached over to the bedside table and picked up a remote. The nightly news flooded the large screen on the wall. He ignored me completely, his attention riveted on the television. How could he act so blasé while I fought against the sensation of being impaled?
Time continued to drag on, my concentration focused on my sex, as he seemed consumed with the stock information the reporter was giving. I squirmed and that was obviously the wrong thing to do, because desire built once more from even the slightest movement.
If I shifted just a little more to the left, the friction was incredibly pleasing. No, to the right? Moaning softly, I tried to ease the ache that suddenly increased with each subtle shift of my hips.
With a knowing smirk, Jack’s eyes turned away from the screen. He reached his hand down and pushed a button that started the vibrations again. Oh my God! That felt heavenly! “It’s hard to concentrate with you writhing around.” He grasped the vibrator, sliding it in th
e inch that had escaped from my movement, and holding it firmly inside. “Now, hush so I can watch this.”
He wanted me to be quiet? I might have taken offense, but the vibrations against my nub, even with him not riding me with the toy, was nirvana. Biting my lip hard, I felt the pleasure building, and forced myself not to beg him to slide it in and out.
The soft buzz against my sex had me tensing, but it wasn’t enough to bring fulfillment. My hips gyrated in slow circles, aching to reach that point of pleasure. Jack wasn’t looking at me, and I felt a little naughty as I attempted to maneuver my body in the way it needed. He still held the phallus inside me, firmly, but that was it. His attention was definitely not where I wanted it.
I don’t know how long I tried to assuage that hunger with my tiny movements, but it felt like an eternity. I was concentrating on that need so deeply I didn’t hear the television click off. Until he spoke, I was only focusing on one thing.
“Fuck yourself with it, Emily.” He released his hold on the toy and my gaze shot to his. He couldn’t be serious?
“Don’t make me ask you again.” He lifted my hand to the vibrator. The look in his deep blue eyes was demanding, and I grasped the vibrator, knowing he meant what he said.
I slid the thick toy from my sex, and awkwardly pushed it back in again. The sliding sensation was incredible and I tried the movement again. Whimpering, I decided this felt too good not to continue and carefully began pleasuring my body, growing more confident with each plunge.
There was something incredibly wicked about him watching me do this. “Pull it out.”
No! I wanted to scream, it really felt good and I didn’t want to stop, but I did as he asked. Two of his fingers slid in, and rotated inside me deeply and that was almost as good. Then he removed those, leaving me empty.
“Fuck yourself again, baby.” I didn’t hesitate, embarrassment was the last thing on my mind. I inched that toy in and out of my sex, on the verge of finding paradise. Then his finger slid in my other passage, and stilled.
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