by Nikki Chase
“Another task?”
“Yes, opening the door for Bertha’s repairman.”
“Right. That hardly counts as a task, Christine.”
“You remember the date and time?”
“Of course. Next Wednesday at four. Hey, I'm sorry, I have to go. My yoga class is almost starting,” I say when I reach the entrance to the studio.
“Okay, honey. See you soon, hopefully with my casserole dish,” Christine jokes before we hang up.
Ah, small towns. So weird, with their not-so-eligible bachelors and adorable old ladies. I love it here in Ashbourne, and I hope I won't have to leave any time soon.
Jacob
“You saw who?” I try not to raise my voice, but it's hard. All the time I spent with Jessica, all the nights I wrapped things up before the markets closed just so I could see more of her, and today she saw some asshole she’d gone on a date with.
“Steve. The guy from Tinder. We ran into each other on my way to yoga class.” Jessica hasn't realized it's bothering me. Her eyes are glued to the envelopes I’ve just retrieved from the mailbox on my way inside.
“So it wasn't planned?”
“Of course not.” She turns to look at me, a frown on her face. “And even if it was, it still wouldn't be any of your business.”
“It would be.” I step closer to Jessica and grab the envelopes in her hand. I put them aside on the dining table to get her full attention. “Like I told you before, Jessica, you're mine now.”
“And like I told you before, Jacob, I never agreed to that.” Jessica looks up and glowers at me. “I don't want to encourage your delusion, but it wasn't like that at all with Steve.”
“What was it like then? Tell me. What did you talk about?” I clench my jaw and brace myself for the answer.
“Oh, he just wanted to...ask me how I'm doing and, like, if my job is going well.” She avoids my gaze. She must be hiding something.
Gritting my teeth, I ask, “Why would you regret not seeing him?”
“He had a...business opportunity for me.” Jessica tucks her brown hair behind her ear.
“What kind of business opportunity?” I frown. Is Jessica mixed up in some illegal business? Why is she so reluctant to tell me?
“Uh, selling some supplements. I don't know. I told him I wasn't interested and left.”
“What are you saying? Why are you being so vague?” The wheels in my brain turn and suddenly everything clicks. “He didn't try to recruit you into some pyramid scheme, did he?”
Jessica doesn't have to say anything. From the way she glances at me from underneath her lashes, her cheeks reddened, I know I guessed correctly.
I burst out laughing. Loud, unstoppable laughter that cuts through the tension and fills the whole space. I don't know what's so funny, the fact that a guy would use a dating app as a tool for recruitment, or Jessica's face.
“Hey, don't laugh at network marketers,” Jessica says. “I know this girl who’s making good money doing it. It does work for some people. I just think there are many easier ways to make money.”
“That's not it,” I say. “But it doesn't matter. All I need you to know is I don't want you meeting up with strange men. It's not safe.”
“I can do whatever I want. And there's nothing you can do about it. You wouldn't even have known about my meeting with Steve if I hadn't told you.” Defiance flickers in Jessica’s green eyes.
“You can't keep a secret from me.” I stroke Jessica's hair and lean down, taking in the vanilla scent that is quickly becoming familiar to me.
I capture her lips and kiss her with all the passion that has been building up inside me all day. I spend all my time away from Jessica thinking about spreading her legs and plunging deep inside her. It's hard to hold myself back, the way I’m so completely obsessed with her.
When I pull back, Jessica's panting and her hand grips my arm for balance. Her lips look red and wet and shiny. She looks primed and ready for me. And judging by how hard I am in my pants, I'm ready for her too. But I have a point to make.
“Tell me,” I whisper in Jessica's ear as my lips trace the curve of her earlobe. My breath is heavy from arousal. I let her hear the desire in my voice, feel the heat of my breath on her skin.”Did you meet anybody else? Any other strange man I should know about?”
Jessica replies with a moan. Her arm wraps around my neck and her hand caresses my hair.
“What's wrong?” I whisper. “Why aren't you answering? Tell me, did you meet any other strange man?”
“No,” she says as she exhales a heavy, lusty breath. The sexy noises that slip out from between Jessica's full lips make my cock pulsate painfully in my pants.
“You’d tell me if you did, wouldn't you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I like it when you're being good. Would you be a good girl for me, Jessica?”
“Yes.” She gasps as I bite the soft flesh on the side of her neck. That's going to turn into an angry mark tomorrow. Good. Maybe then men will know that she belongs to someone. She's all mine and I'm not sharing her with anyone.
“Lie down on the table for me.”
Jessica hesitates for a second, but then she climbs onto the dining table. I unzip my jeans and watch as Jessica's eyes widen.
I love that she remains in place despite the apprehension in her eyes. I pull my cock out and give it a few strokes. The lust that appears on Jessica's face is immediate and obvious. She wants this. The question is…
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Jessica says as she looks up into my eyes and shifts her gaze toward my hard cock, letting me see her desire, letting herself be vulnerable.
“Open your mouth.” I position myself right by Jessica's head and pull her up until her head hangs off the edge of the circular table, upside down.
I feed Jessica the head of my cock, and I watch in amazement as she eagerly sucks me into her wet, warm mouth. This feels so fucking good. I could stay here with my rock-hard cock buried in her mouth for hours, but I feel like Jessica won't be able to stand that.
“Tap me anywhere if you need me to pull out,” I say. I groan when she nods her agreement, her lips moving up and down my sensitive head tantalizingly.
Not all women would go for something like this. I can think of a few who would be offended by the mere idea of having balls dangling over their noses.
But I can tell Jessica loves it when I push her boundaries. I can already see her thighs squirming deliciously on the table. I’ll lap up all that cream between her legs later, but now it's my turn.
I push myself deeper inside Jessica's mouth. I watch my shaft disappear, her plump lips wrapped around me. I slide in and out, keeping my movements slow and steady.
I go deeper gradually, pulling out when Jessica seems to struggle and starting again from the beginning. It takes a few tries, but soon I manage to slip into her throat for a few seconds before she taps me on the thighs. The next time, she does it for a few seconds longer. And the one after that is even a little longer.
There's nothing I want more than to slam myself inside her throat and use it like a pussy while she gags around my cock, but this is not the time.
Considering Jessica's submissive nature, I’m sure with patience we can get there. For now, I just want her to know that she can trust me, that I’ll only push her to her limit and no further.
“You’ve been squirming a lot, rubbing your thighs together. You like this, don't you?” I smile to myself as Jessica nods. Her lips slide up and down the base of my cock, while the angle at which my cock enters her throat changes, making me slide deeper inside.
I get as deep as I can, cutting off her air supply. To my amazement, she lies still with her mouth wide open while I stay lodged in her throat. I can almost make out the shape of my cock from the bulge in the front of her neck.
When I speak again, my voice is hoarse from arousal. “You like doing what I tell you to do. When you obey me, when you give me pleasure, when I
call you a good girl, you get wet. You’re a dirty, dirty girl. Take off your jeans and your panties so I can see how wet you are.”
Jessica sputters and gasps when I pull all the way out of her mouth, but her eyes are begging me for more. Even if her brain hasn't processed it yet, her body knows who it belongs to. As she looks up at me in complete submission, she wiggles out of her skinny jeans. My God, the way those hips move… I can't wait to bury myself between those creamy thighs.
On the other side of the table, I impatiently pull Jessica's legs until half her ass goes past the edge of the table. I yank her jeans and panties off her in one swift move.
Starting from her toes that dangle in the air, I drag my fingers lightly up her legs. I watch as she squirms, as goosebumps appear on her skin. So responsive. Such a perfect fuck toy. Except for the fact that she's a liar. That's okay, though. I know how to get the truth out of her.
“Tell me something, Jessica.” I trail kisses up her inner thigh and feel her shiver with pleasure. “Why are you here? What are you doing in Ashbourne? I have so many questions for you, and you're going to answer every single one of them.”
I explore Jessica's wet folds with my tongue, licking her clean. My cock stiffens when I taste her sweetness, when I hear her moan wantonly.
“Let's start with something simple.” I stand up and gently rub Jessica's clit with my fingers. “Who was Nancy Jones? Tell me everything and I’ll make you come. I know you’ve been dying for release since Le Grande.”
“Don't flatter yourself,” she says in a clipped tone.
“Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I just...stopped?” I rest my thumb on Jessica's clit. She tries to resist, but her hips lift almost imperceptibly off the table as she tries to rub herself against my hand. I smile. “You know you can get yourself off the table if you want. I'm not holding you down. You keep denying it, but you know you need my touch.”
Jessica shrieks with surprise when I bend down and grab her feet. I stand up, pulling those feet up with me, and prop them on my shoulders. Now she can't move her hips.
“Let's try this again, and be honest this time.” I put my thumb back on her clit. “Who was Nancy Jones?”
“A friend,” she says in between gasps.
“Did you have anything to do with her death?”
“I tried to help her.”
“Yes. That's what the papers say, although they don’t mention you by name. Does anyone think you're responsible for her death?”
“No.”
“Then why didn't you want to say anything to the cops?”
“They've never been much help.”
“Yeah, you make a good point.” I start to rub Jessica’s clit. Obedience like that deserves a reward. “So it's just as straightforward as the papers say? You were a witness in the trial and now I’m guessing you're running away from the murderer?”
“Yeah,” she says, half sighing, half moaning.
“Do you have any feelings for Steve?” I push two fingers into Jessica's soaked pussy.
“No.”
“Is there any other guy you want to tell me about?”
“No.”
“So there's just me?”
“Yes.” She opens her heavy eyes, her eyebrows taut and her face flushed with desire. I know she's telling the truth.
“Tell me you're mine.”
“I’m yours, Jacob.” And she's telling the truth now, too.
I can't do it. I can't hold back anymore now that she's said the words I’ve wanted her to say for a long time. I realize now that it has always been her that I want, ever since that night I laid her in my bed three years ago.
I slide into her in one smooth motion, her pussy slick with musky desire. With her ankles on my shoulders, I get to control how fast and deep I go, and watch her face scrunch up with ecstasy.
“Tell me another thing, Jessica. Why did you ghost me, three years ago?”
“I’ll tell you everything, Jacob,” she says. “But later. For now, please just fuck me.”
I oblige.
I grab her waist, right where it flares out into hips, and pull her against me while I thrust hard into her. Again and again and again. Until I feel something boiling in my balls, until I feel the familiar twitching in my shaft, until finally I shoot my seed deep inside her, completely claiming her as mine. I rub her clit and groan when her muscles spasm at the climax of her pleasure.
I let go of her legs and collapse onto her. “You're mine,” I growl into her ear one last time.
“I’m yours,” she says as she sweetly pulls me close.
Jessica
“My Mom got sick,” I say when I walk into the living room and sit on the the arm of the couch where Jacob has been sleeping over the past week.
“What? Now? Where? Should we go there?” He springs up, ready for action. To his utter confusion, I laugh softly in response.
“Not now. She died two years ago. That’s the answer to your question. Why I ghosted you.” I watch him relax visibly. I can't help but smile, seeing him so ready to jump into action when he's needed. It makes me feel safe, knowing that a man like him has got my back.
Jacob scoots on the couch to make space for me and pats the seat. “Come here,” he says.
I snuggle into the crook of Jacob's arm and get comfortable.
“Tell me everything,” he says.
So I do. I tell him about the phone call I got from my neighbor that morning after our first night together.
Mrs. Graham from next door had heard a loud crash from inside my apartment. She’d called out to my mom and gotten no answer, so she’d gone in with her spare key, only to find Mom unconscious on the floor. Mrs. Graham had called 911 and then called me as she was waiting for the ambulance.
If it wasn't for the thin walls and Mom knocking down a bookshelf as she blacked out, she would've had to wait for me to come home to get some medical attention.
“I blamed myself for the longest time. I kept thinking, maybe if I were home that night, I would've been able to help her, take her to the hospital earlier. Then maybe she would've fared better.” I take a deep breath. “At least I would've avoided the ambulance bill,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“It must've been hard, being responsible for so much when you were so young.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it was hard.” My voice cracks. A tear escapes my left eye, glides down my cheek, and falls onto Jacob's shirt. “Stripping was the only job I could get that paid enough to cover the cost of my Mom's medical bills.”
“She was already sick before that morning?”
“Yeah. She’d gone into remission the previous year, but the cancer came back.”
Jacob wraps his strong arms tight around me as I begin to sob. I never would've guessed he had it in him just by looking at his tough exterior, but he strokes my hair gently and talks to me in a soothing voice.
“I can grab some tissues if you want,” he says as it becomes obvious I'm ugly-crying in his chest. He chuckles. “Or you can blow your nose into my shirt. I don't care.”
“You're being gross,” I say in a voice distorted by a blocked nose. “There's a box in the coffee table drawer.”
Jacob leans forward to grab the tissue, taking his arms off me for a few long seconds. Looking at his broad back, I realize, Jacob is the only person I can trust and rely on right now. And it feels like something's missing now that I'm not in his arms.
I wonder if Jacob is right. Maybe, despite everything, I already belong to him.
A part of me is annoyed at myself for letting myself be vulnerable to Jacob. Even if he has said and done all the right things so far, I’ve only known him for a few weeks since he moved into town. But a different part of me feels lighter, happier. For the first time in a long time, I’m not plagued by anxiety.
In fact, I’m finding myself just sitting around in a daze a lot, thinking about last night. The shared secrets, the intimacy, the blazing hot sex.
It's the end of the day, and I’m
sipping my tea in the staff room, while my brain is filled with dirty thoughts completely inappropriate for my surroundings. I mean, I’m in a school and I'm thinking about Jacob's cock pushing into my throat, his deep voice giving me orders, my own dark need to surrender overtaking me, his whisper—
“Hello? Jessica!” Tony's voice wakes me up from my daydream.
I really need to stop zoning out. This has happened at least four times today.
“Wow. Where were you? I called your name, like, seven times.” Tony looks annoyed.
“Sorry.” I give Tony an awkward smile as I try my best to cast out the dirty images in my mind and forget about the wetness in my panties. “What's up?”
“You need to tell me how you're meeting these guys,” Tony says.
“What are you talking about?”
“There's a guy. A total hunk. He's looking for you. Really insisted on seeing you. I think he's the clingy type. Between Jacob and him? I’d pick Jacob.”
“Wait. Back up.” I frown. “What are you talking about? Who's this guy? One of the parents?”
“No, I’ve never seen him before in my life. Believe me, I would've remembered meeting that guy.”
“So, who is he?”
“He has a weird name. Bane? Klein?”
“Caine? Caine Foster?” A chill creeps down my spine when Tony nods. “What does he want?”
“I don't know, but he told me it's important. He also said you were going to be weird about it, but he just wants to talk.”
“Okay.” I tap my pencil on the surface of the wooden table in front of me. “Okay, okay, okay.” I take deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down.
“It's not going to be that bad. Just tell the guy you've met someone else. I’m sure he'll be okay,” Tony says.
“No, you don't understand. He may be dangerous.”
“Are you serious?” He frowns, signs of worry starting to appear on his face. “Do you want me to tell him to leave?”
“No,” I say.
I told Jacob last night that I wasn't going to meet strange men, but Caine Foster is not some random weirdo. I don't think a guy like him would want to risk his reputation by getting involved in small-time crimes. Besides, if he wanted to harm me, he could've paid someone else to do the dirty work.
