Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  And he owns me. If I don't get away soon, I may drown in what he does to me. Worse, I may want to. My whole body is shaking. He starts to undo the restraints, and my limp body is putty in his arms. He pulls the restraints away from me gently, but when I'm not connected to the bar, he flings that across the room. Jacob pulls me into his arms and lies on the bed with me. I'm pressed tight into his chest, and he rubs the places on my wrists and ankles where the restraints were. Somehow, this tenderness is what starts to pull me from the reverie the intense pleasure had me in. I start to squirm like I might want to pull away from him. The truth is that I don't want to pull away, and that's precisely why I want to. I can't wait for him. I won't. That's what I'm telling myself. "You're not going anywhere," Jacob says, and his mouth drops to the curve between my neck and shoulder, dipping into the hollow of my collarbone. I moan, the way he's touching my still sensitive body is intoxicating. "And you don't want to," Jacob says, his self-satisfied words humming against my skin.

  My heart is pounding in my chest. Not because I'm about to come, or because I'm trying not to. Because I can't think of anything. I feel like I'm on the precipice of something, but I don't know what. I'm terrified.

  Jacob

  "You look so fucking perfect tied up like this for me," I tell Leah. That's the goddamn truth. Her knees are flat on the bedroom floor, and I've got a vibrating cushion under her, giving her clit everything it can take. Her arms are bound to the bedposts. Her perfect tits are handfuls aching for my touch. I capture each nipple in my mouth, giving a wet suck, releasing it with a pop, and sliding a nipple clamp over it to increase the sensual torture to maximum height. She's moaning fucking adorable whimpers, her exquisite torment evident with her uneven breath and the way her breasts jump with each one. That's now only serving to make her nipple clamps torture her just that much more. I stroke my cock and look in her eyes. They're egging me on, and I tighten each of the nipple clamps. I lick some of the sweat that's pooling between her breasts. I follow this valley and her perfect taste down to her clit and let my tongue lap up what her fluttering pussy is dripping with. I move my mouth up, looking into her eyes again and nibbling on her flat stomach. I can't fucking resist that small bite into her, and when she moans, I sink my teeth into her a little too hard. I have to topple over every little drop of her pain/pleasure until she can't fucking think straight. The truth is that I can't fucking think straight when I have her like this.

  I look into her eyes, drinking in her billowing desire directed at me. I can have anything. I make more money in a few minutes than most people make in their whole lives. But when she looks at me that way, that's what validates me more than anything. Closing the distance between us, I have to kiss her sweet lips, taste how much she needs me. The way she moans in my mouth, her breath catching from the clamps and the vibrations, it all sends me over the edge. Obviously her, too, as I can feel her clinging to my mouth, breathing and moaning into me the intense pleasure that I'm overwhelming her with. It will all build, but when she comes, these lips are going to be wrapped around my cock.

  I let her breathe, and I drop my mouth down to her throat again, kissing the elegant column and down to her collarbone. I take a playful nibble to her breast, and then I stand. Her big eyes follow me as I stand, and then stop on my hand, stroking my cock.

  "Give me a kiss, baby girl," I say, barely able to get the words out. I want her so much it is a constant struggle to maintain my control. I don't want to snap her. I can't just fuck the daylights out of her. She's too good to savor to rush this.

  Running my thumb over the glistening pre-cum on the slit, I'm so fucking ready to feel her hot mouth on my cock. Her eyes are hungrily sizing me up. Leah wiggles her hips as much as she can in her restraints, her fists ball, and the nipple clamps make her shiver. Fuck, she's so goddamn beautiful.

  I step closer, and her mouth opens. She's so innocent and inexperienced, but her instincts are raw, primal, and all she needs to please me. If I wanted a pro cocksucker, I could find one, but all I want is her.

  Pressing the head of my cock to her lips, I figure those pros could learn a thing or two from Leah. Her tongue licks around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive underside. It is my turn to twitch. Her lips wrap around the head, and she bobs her head as much as she can. I take the invitation and hold her head, plunging my cock deep into her mouth. Leah's mouth grips me with perfect suction, and her tongue teases me. I slowly glide in and out of her mouth. I'm groaning, and an orgasm is so close already with the way she's working my cock. I bring a hand down to her throat, grasping her but not choking her, bound as she is. I let my hand linger down and frustrate her nipples further. I'll connect the clamps with a chain next time, and tug on that when she starts squirming her own orgasm out like this. When I come, I want her to. Leah is torturously close, but I won't let her slip over that edge just yet. Instead, I pick up the speed of my thrusts, going as deep as she can take me in her mouth, in her throat. Her heat closed around me is almost too good to endure, but I power through. I slap one of her breasts, and Leah shivers hard, sucks harder on my cock, swallowing me up in her throat.

  "Fuck, come for me, Leah," I groan, my own load pouring down her throat with that single reaction of hers. I feel her come undone around me, but she keeps sucking my cock and swallowing me like an expert. My hands stroke her hair, holding her against me. I turn off the vibrating cushion with my foot on the pedal. When her orgasm is fading out, that's when I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. I untie each of her hands, rubbing her wrists. I kneel down, my hands on the nipple clamps. "Pulling these off is very intense," I warn her, watching her nod at me with trusting eyes.

  Removing them both at once, I see the red bites on her skin and breathe in how damn delicious she is. Leah bites her lip with a gasp, and I pull her against me. Her pussy is soaking from the orgasm that she just had, but I feel how she grinds against me. I want her as much as she seems to want me, and I adjust her hips and slam her down on my cock to fully take me. Her legs are wrapped around me, and I carry us to the bed, turning so that I'm on my back and she's lying on top of me. I generally only like to fuck a woman who's tied up, but even missionary seems like it would be good with Leah. She's holding tight to me, her legs and arms clinging to me for dear life, while I pump into her. This is goddamn heaven. I want to live with my cock inside her tight pussy, the way she squeezes me so tight with her inner walls, and her body is pressed tightly against mine. I'm slamming deep into her, hitting hard into her again and again, and she's so soft in my arms. I bury my face in her neck, tasting her skin again. I'm addicted to every inch of her, I realize, as my own arms are squeezing her tight like I'm trying to anchor her to me to prevent her from floating away. Her soft hair is falling all around me, capturing me in a curtain of honey hair. She smells like what sunshine would and feels too goddamn perfect for a bastard like me to be touching her. I had to steal something this precious to have it. I turn her toward her side, relenting my grasp on her to look into her eyes as I pry her own death grip off me to lift up her leg and slide slower, deeper, into her at an angle that drives us both wild with passion. Her body is already shivering, quaking with another orgasm building up. I swoop down and gather one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking hard and extracting a massive orgasm from her while I'm slamming so deep into her. Her sighs alternate with screams at the ecstasy tearing through her with the intensity of her orgasm. Releasing her breast from my mouth with a wet pop as it’s free, I look at her face. She's flushed, her pale porcelain skin blushed from the sheer exertion of how hard she's coming. Her eyes look into mine while her pussy is downright strangling my cock with the force of her climax and I'm fucking gone. I slam harder and harder into her, each thrust more punishing than the last deep stroke. I need to fill her, claim her, fuck her so hard that she'll be sore the next day. I have to make physical what is playing out in my soul. Her face is ending me, and I'm trying to show how I feel the only way I know how: relentlessly fucking her unt
il the second orgasm melts into a third, a fourth until she's quaking against me and her hands are digging into my back, and she's screaming out my name. When I finally let myself go and bury myself into her with my own orgasm, I fall against her, pressing the hard wall of my chest against her soft breasts and feeling our sweat-slicked bodies glide and meld together. I scoop my arms under her and wrap them around her, pulling her tight to me like I'm holding on for dear life. Part of me is, and I don't know why. Not in any way can I understand, yet.

  When the fire in my mind subsides, I try to return to breathing normally, turning over and pulling her against my chest. She curls up against me, and now the silence in the air after all the groans and screams seems strange. Sterile and chill when I start to think about it, but when Leah adjusts her position so slightly, it makes me focus on the feel of her skin. I run my fingers up and down her back, softly feeling the gentle curve of her spine the way she's curled against me.

  My phone starts popping up a thousand work notifications, buzzing against the wood of the nightstand. I want to ignore it, but if I don't stay on top of things, they just pile up until it is even more of a pain in the ass. I lean to the side to get it, gripping her ass with a squeeze for a nice way to keep my balance. She yelps and I come back to kiss her, softly, on the top of her nose.

  "I'm going to shower," she says, standing. Something cold passes between us. The phone notifications weren't the catalyst. They were her opening.

  I know I should give her space, but I can't. I pass a hand down my abs and look up at her. "I could use one as well, after that workout." Princess is looking me up and down, sucking on her bottom lip. I don't think she realizes it. But that's okay because I do. She's conflicted, I know it, but I'm too much of a bastard to let her come to her own conclusions. Leah is mine, and if I am getting her body dirty, well, I'm going to clean it up too. "Start the water; I'll take care of this and be there for a minute," I tell her.

  She scrunches up her face. "There's like...a million knobs and showerheads. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." The weight in the air tells me I don't know that she'll ever get used to me, either.

  I laugh, trying to keep the sound light when my heart is heavy. I walk into the bathroom and turn on all the knobs for her. I step inside with her. Corner her, pointing one of the showerheads to hit her right on the clit while I capture her mouth for a kiss that I meant to be soft, but the ferocity with which she returns my kiss steals any thought I might touch my cell phone. No, my hands are pinning hers over her head, and I'm adding my fingers the stream of water playing with her clit. Her soft little moans in my mouth are my goddamn undoing. Already, I want to fuck her again. Instead, though, I drop to my knees and pull her onto my face. "Hold the bars," I groan, and she's holding the safety bars I have in my shower so that I can suffocate myself in her sweet, sticky pussy. The taste of our come together and her urgent moans egg me on, making me press my fingers deeper into her and suck her clit hard, tearing another orgasm from her.

  Untitled

  I had a phone. I actually had a phone. The nice lady in the shop believed that mine had died, and it worked.

  So what the fuck was I supposed to do now?

  Well, Renaud had told me that he was an art thief when we talked about why he was meeting my father, and when we had talked about what he was doing to him.

  "You need to get eyes on some of the pieces. Since you can't take pictures, try to remember some keywords and don't make any notes. You don't want to get caught. Renaud doesn't take kindly to betrayal. We want to keep you safe, Leah.”

  Those words made me shudder. I should have felt safe, hearing them, but instead, I felt disgusted. I was rankled. I wanted help, but I didn't like how Inspector Willoughby said tthat. There was something about him that I couldn't place. I didn't know what it was. Jacob Renaud rankled me, too, but not like this. I felt like I wanted him constantly in spite of myself but with Inspector Willoughby, my gut nagged me. I told myself that it was just because I was so nervous and afraid of getting away from Jacob Renaud, who Inspector Willoughby had just confirmed was a very dangerous man. I needed to keep my wits about me and not let myself get spooked or back down from what I knew that I needed to do. I needed to be able to do everything that he asked me to do, help piece together this investigation, and start piecing together what I wanted my life to be when it was really my life.

  Fuck, that was so overwhelming I couldn't manage to think about anything but Jacob Renaud, discovering me. If he was on to me or if he knew. That was just too much. I was grateful that the inspector was able to get the verification of what I said and not force me to meet. I wasn't sure how I'd be safe if there were eyes on me all of the time. I had to give that gal her phone back and fast, but I was so terrified that somehow they would know. That the driver would drive me somewhere and drop me in a ditch

  I realized with chilling certainty that there was no way Jacob Renaud would have someone else do the dirty work to me. Not with the way that he looked at me, the way that he claimed me. He was going to take care of me himself if he discovered my betrayal. I shook at the thought, not wanting to let myself fall into that pit. No, I was going to hand the phone back to the girl, I was going to be able to look at myself in the mirror and see a future.

  Not see Jacob Renaud's gilded wristwatch glint back at me in the mirror as I imagined his hands gripping my throat and overtaking me, squeezing the life out of me and dropping me to the ground.

  Was that how he'd do it?

  "Thanks," I said with the best smile that I could summon. I needed to be able to keep my cool right now, and if the girl did notice anything strange, I didn't want her to say anything. I hoped that she hadn't listened to my conversation, and I'd tried to keep my voice hushed enough that with the hand dryers and the running sink that no one could make out what I was saying. She'd be able to look at her phone's history and see the internet search and the phone call history.

  I should have used private browsing, deleted the call from her history, but I didn't want to take too much time. Now I felt an eerie ominous sense of danger. This could be what got me caught. What got me dead at the hand of the powerful man that I had to face again tonight. I looked in the mirror, pretending to be touching up my hair like so many other girls were doing in here. But I wasn't even looking at what I was doing. I was staring into my own eyes and hoping to find strength there.

  I thought about how Jacob had said I was strong. Well, the joke’s on you, motherfucker. I am strong enough to take you down.

  With that, I exited the bathroom and smiled to a waiting Tatiana who was holding two strange-looking green drinks with whipped cream on top of them. It looked weird but anything with whipped cream was bound to be sweet, and I was excited to have a rush of sugar to battle against my nerves. I needed the pure energy so that I could stop thinking about how jittery all this made me. I needed to be able to face everyone and keep a strong face on. I needed to be able to face myself at the end of this all, and know that I did everything I could.

  If I got caught, I died fighting for me. More than I could say about anyone else in my life. More than I had before. I would be able to accept that if it came to that. But I would fight like hell every step of the way until then because I needed to be able to kick enough ass at being the girl who spied that I didn't have to deal with the end of my life so soon.

  So, smile. Don't freak out. Don't stumble over your words. Don't show them too much of your fight. For Christ’s sakes, try not to be so sassy or too glum. Tatiana wasn't going to accept that Jacob Renaud was a bad man, no matter what she did know. I knew that she had to know more than she'd totally let on before. But she's showed me her very reason for not thinking anything ill of him, hadn't she? She'd shown me what was at stake for her. I wasn't going to drag her into any of this.

  I wondered for a moment if Jacob would hurt Tatiana's child. If he would hurt Tatiana. I was afraid that because I thought he'd never do those things that maybe I was underestimating him
. There could be no more dangerous a misstep than to underestimate him, and maybe I needed to fortify myself to the truth, but something so horrific as what I thought someone like my father would do, I couldn't see Jacob doing that. And why? Wasn't I wrong? After all, my father and Jacob ran in at least some of the same circles. No way that they were that different. Jacob was able to make plenty of things happen, I knew what a huge business success he was, but he was also a man who knew that he could buy me from the man my father was.