The Possession

by Jaid Black

  Hey, it was his choice! she mentally sniffed. If he’s regretting it then he has nobody to blame but himself!

  Her chin thrust up as they continued to walk toward the hut—a defensive action that didn’t go unnoticed by Jack. One of his eyebrows inched up as he glanced down at her, but he said nothing since she pretended not to notice him.

  Only when they were at last inside of the hut, the thatched twig and stone doors closed firmly behind them, did Jack speak to her. “You better get off your high horse, professor,” he said broodingly, unknotting his tie as he strolled toward the bureau. “Nine thousand dollars is a hell of a lot of money,” he growled. “And I plan to get my money’s worth.”

  Her chin remained notched. “I am not on my high horse,” she said in a prim tone that for some reason or another Jack brought out in her as could no other. “However,” she said regally, “I did not ask you to buy me.” I just hoped you’d want to. “And,” she finished quietly, glancing away, “I refuse to take the blame if you’re not happy with the fact that you did.”

  His eyebrows rose as he took off his cufflinks and set them on top of the knotted pine bureau. He grunted. “Take off your robe. And, by the way, professor, who says I’m not happy?”

  She hesitantly looked back at him. “You just seem sort of, I don’t know.” She waved a hand. “Surlier than normal I guess.”

  He rolled his eyes and sighed.

  Her back went ramrod straight. “You don’t need to make fun of me,” she said in the pompous, prim tone she reserved for her arguments with Jack. She removed the robe as he’d barked at her to do, letting it flutter to the ground. “I was just trying to gauge your mood—”

  “Krissy,” he growled.

  Jack closed his eyes when her chin inched up. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a long moment, sighing as his gaze flicked back to hers.

  “Let me clue you in on something, sweetheart,” he rumbled out, his eyes occasionally straying down to look at her naked breasts. “I paid nine thousand dollars to fuck the shit out of you. Nine thousand dollars.” He frowned. “Maybe the weird rich guys who frequent places like this would spend nine thousand dollars on a woman just because. I don’t.”

  Her pulse began to race. It wasn’t exactly a proclamation of undying love, but it was a start. Her chin slowly anchored down to its normal position as she listened to the rest of his diatribe.

  “I mean, no pussy is worth nine thousand dollars…”

  She frowned at him as she felt her pulse return to normal. So much for making her heart quicken.

  He grunted as he reached down beside the bed and picked up what looked to be her valise. “Except maybe yours,” he conceded on a grumble.

  Lordy, lordy—there went her damn pulse again. She wet her lips as she watched him slowly stroll toward her.

  Jack’s dark gaze raked over her naked breasts as he came to stand before her. She took a deep breath, her heartbeat working overtime. “Here,” he barked as he handed her the valise.

  Kris blinked. Her brow wrinkled as she hesitantly accepted the small suitcase from him. “I-I don’t understand…” She felt like she was going to be ill. “You want me to get dressed and go home?” she breathed out.

  His eyebrows drew together. “Hell no,” he snapped, sounding every inch the surly beast she’d fallen head over heels for. “I want you to get dressed, but there’s no way in the hell you’re going home.”

  She sighed, one hand straying up to rub at her temples. “I don’t understand…”

  Jack pressed his big body in close to hers. He took one of her hands and placed it firmly over his erection. “Does this feel like I want you to leave?” he asked thickly.

  Her heart began thumping heavily against her chest. “No,” she whispered. It felt long and thick and hot—and hard as steel.

  He ground his hips against her, grinding his cock into her palm. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he murmured. “I’m going to shoot so many loads of cum in your pussy in the next three days that you’ll start to feel unnatural when you’re not dripping my juices from between your legs…”

  Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her arousal causing even her skin to tingle.

  He placed his hand over hers and squeezed, smashing her palm harder against his erection. “But I want my professor,” he rumbled out, his dark gaze raking over her face. “I want the real Kris Torrence, not the woman she’s pretending to be for five days.”

  And suddenly she understood why he wanted her to get dressed, why he wanted her to put back on her drab university clothing…

  Because he wanted to sexually dominate Kris, not Krissy. Because he was more interested in having sex with the professor than with the five-day prostitute.

  She wet her lips as Jack released her hand, feeling nervous and unbelievably aroused. Jack wanted her—the real her. The unfashionable, average-looking, Dr. Kris Torrence. Any other man would have wanted the sex kitten. But Jack wanted the mouse.

  Damn it, he was getting to her heart. He was no poet, that was for certain, but this gesture—and obviously one he’d taken the time to think on if he’d acquired her valise—was the biggest bolster to her sense of sexual self-worth she’d ever been given. She didn’t have to pretend with Jack. She could just be herself.

  Kris glanced away, nibbling at her lower lip. Lord this was confusing. On one hand she was elated by what he wanted her to do, but on the other hand she was terrified. She and Jack had a long history together, and other than what she now realized to have been tremors of sexual and emotional awareness that had passed between them, none of it had been pretty. They had squared off as if in battle for two years, yet now…

  “You’ve had fantasies about me before then?” she whispered before resuming her nibbling.

  Jack frowned. “For a Ph.D. you’re not a very quick study.” When she shot him a scathing look, he grunted in typical Jack fashion. “Lady, you have been my every dream and my every fantasy for the last two goddamn years…”

  Her heart raced. Had she said he wasn’t a poet?

  “You’ve also been my every nightmare, but that’s beside the point.”

  Her lips pinched together. Nope, definitely not a poet.

  Jack slashed a hand through the air. “I just spent nine thousand dollars to get three days of on-demand submissive sex from you. I’ll be damned if I’m not getting the professor for those three days.” He flicked at one of her nipples with a finger as if he couldn’t seem to help himself, then frowned as he strolled away. “I’ll be back in an hour with food. Be dressed when I return so I can undress you.”

  Kris took a deep breath as she watched him stroll toward the doors, not knowing how to feel.

  He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her from over his shoulder, his mouth unsmiling as always. “You’re my possession,” he murmured. “For the next three days, I own you.”

  Jack waited for her to nod her understanding. He left as soon as she did.

  Chapter Thirteen

  His plan had been to wine her and dine her, to eat a leisurely meal with the woman he’d never thought to be out on a real date with and just stare at her for a while, knowing she was there and wasn’t leaving—and knowing he could do whatever he wanted to do to her whenever he wanted to do it. After that he had planned to seduce her, to spend a few minutes laying down the ground rules for the next three days so she’d know exactly how kinky he was and could tell him honestly whether or not she could handle it.

  His good intentions flew out the proverbial window the second he walked through the doors and saw her. She was sitting on the bed with her hands on her lap, her hair pulled back into its deathly tight bun, those ugly as sin black spectacles perched on the tip of her nose, and was wearing the drabbest, most godforsaken unfashionable blue skirt and prim cotton shirt he’d ever had the displeasure of seeing.

  Goddamn, he wanted her so bad he almost came in his trousers.

  Jack’s eyes flicked over to the far side of t
he room where black handcuffs dangled from the ceiling. His gaze narrowed in arousal as he slowly walked toward her. “Stand up,” he said thickly. “Now.”

  She bit her lip. It was then that he realized how much of a difference the professor clothes made for her too. She didn’t see this as a game any more than he did now. Suddenly it was very real to her that Dr. Kris Torrence was about to get fucked long and hard by Jack McKenna—a man who for all intents and purposes had been her nemesis for two solid years.

  “Only when we have sex, Krissy,” he rumbled out. “I only want and expect your submission when we have sex.”

  She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she stood up.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he reached for her spectacles and absently tossed them into a nearby chair. He took her hand and led her to the far side of the hut. When they were there, he turned her around to face him.

  She looked scared—real scared. Without a doubt, the reality of the situation had at last dawned on her.

  Was she regretting the fact that the man she’d spent two years of her life going toe-to-toe with had purchased her and now held the upper hand? Jack wondered. He felt sick at his stomach when it occurred to him that she might be wishing she was with the Frenchman right now, or with any man but himself.

  His jaw clenched. He’d spent nine thousand dollars to have these three days with her and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to keep her until the last possible second. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for Dr. Kris Torrence in real life off of the island, but here she was his and that’s all the further he could think for now. When the three days were over he’d worry about the rest. “Take off your shirt. Slowly. I want to watch.”

  Her eyes widened fractionally. She glanced away and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. The drab cotton garment was buttoned clear up to the neck, so it took her a solid minute of unbuttoning before the shirt finally hung all the way open, exposing her full cleavage to him.

  Jack breathed in deeply. His rough hands reached for her breasts, sliding beneath the shirt and gently palming them. She sighed breathily as she closed her eyes.

  “Open them,” he said firmly as his thumbs began massaging her nipples into stiff peaks. The idea of her thinking about another man made him feel like a possessive animal guarding its territory. His nostrils flared. “I want you to look at me.”

  Kris slowly opened her eyes.

  He massaged her nipples for a solid minute, his cock stiffening as he listened to her soft moans. His hands released her breasts and removed the shirt entirely from her body. She bit her lip as she watched the drab garment fall to the ground.

  “Now unzip my pants,” he said thickly, his eyelids heavy.

  She took a deep breath and blew it out. Slowly, so slowly that he thought his balls would go blue before she finished, she reached for his fly and carefully unzipped it.

  Jack’s jaw clenched hotly as he slowly backed her up into a corner. “Relax, professor,” he murmured. “You know I’d never hurt you.”

  Kris glanced up at him and held his gaze. After a long, tense moment had passed she nodded—a definitive gesture that made him realize that, in this at least, she trusted him. Oddly, that small gesture got him even hotter, made him want her even more.

  When they were in the corner of the hut, he reached up for the black handcuffs, pulling down the lever they were suspended to as he brought them into her line of vision. He saw her eyes go wide, but she said nothing to stop him from continuing.

  “Slip into these,” he murmured as he held first one and then the other out to her.

  She did so hesitantly, gasping when he released his hold on the black velvet handcuffs and the lever went up, bringing her arms high above her head and thrusting out her breasts. Her breathing grew a bit labored as she stared at him wide-eyed, probably wondering how smart she’d been to acquiesce.

  Jack’s large calloused hands settled at the tops of her breasts, then slowly worked their way down. His eyes narrowed in desire when he heard her breath rush out and felt her nipples further stiffen underneath his palms.

  “Get on your knees,” he said hoarsely, as he reached for his unzipped trousers and pulled his thick cock out.

  Her eyes widened. “But the lever—”

  He pressed his palm to her lips. “No questions,” he said firmly. “Rule number one: never ask me questions in the bedroom.” His eyes grew heavy-lidded. “Just do as you’re told,” he murmured.

  Her nipples visibly tightened even more at his words, the stiff peaks stabbing out for attention. He flicked one back and forth with his index finger, making her groan, and realized that sexually they had been made for each other.

  An inexplicable part of him needed this control, this power, in the bedroom. The primitive part of his male brain needed to feel as though he and his cock were being worshipped and longed for, as though both of them were as addicting as drugs. And as though both of them had sexual access to their mate at any time they craved it.

  The catch was that Jack had only just recently realized that he didn’t want his woman to be docile and worshipping outside of the sexual realm. Which made his little witch perfect for him. The next trick would be getting her to realize the same thing within the next three days.

  Jack’s eyes narrowed in arousal as he watched her take to her knees, kneeling before him. The lever stretched down to accommodate her, just as he’d known it would. “Put him in your mouth,” he said thickly. “Suck on him.”

  She hesitated for a second, then brought her face level with his erection.

  When her full lips closed over the head of his cock, when her eyes closed as she slowly began taking him all the way into her throat, his teeth gritted. He’d never been harder in his life than he was at this moment, watching the woman he’d thought hated him kneel submissively before him and take his cock into her mouth. She was topless and handcuffed, kneeling before him with that deathly tight bun, her cunt still concealed from him by the blue knee-high skirt she wore. Finally—finally—he had his professor just as he wanted her.

  “Come on, baby,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve been waiting for this for two goddamn years.”

  Kris hesitated for the briefest of moments then went wild on him. She took him all the way into her mouth until the tip of his manhood reached the back of her throat, then out again. She did it over and over, faster and faster, again and again, deeper and—

  Her eyes closed on a groan as she sucked him off, seductive moaning sounds erupting from the back of her throat.

  “Oh Jesus,” he muttered as he grabbed the back of her head. His nostrils flared when he caught a glimpse of the professor’s deathly tight red bun bobbing back and forth as she sucked on him, the prim hairdo more arousing than words could say. “Faster,” he gritted out, his breathing increasingly labored. “Make me cum, baby.”

  She sucked on him faster, concentrating on going up and down the middle of his shaft to the ruby red tip with her lips, sucking his cock up and down, faster and faster. Jack could hear the slurping sounds she was making, the arousing way she kept moaning while she sucked him off. He watched the long, thick length of himself disappear into the warmth of her mouth, over and over, again and again…

  He closed his eyes on a growl, his teeth gritting as he spurted his cum inside of her mouth. He groaned as she drained his balls, frantically suckling him while her lips squeezed together to extract all of his juice.

  “Keep drinking from him, baby,” he said hoarsely, his hips thrusting toward her. His breathing heavy, he cradled her head in close to him, wanting her to devour his cock, much the way a woman wants a man to devour her pussy when he’s making her violently cum.

  She kept sucking him until his penis was partially flaccid. Only then, when his sporadic breathing had returned to semi-normal and his balls were laying empty nestled under his cock, did her lips begin nibbling at the head, sucking out any remaining cum from the tiny hole.

  “Shit,” he muttered as her face finally
bobbed back up into his line of vision. He reached for her hair and removed the clasp from it. “You’re gonna be doing that a lot over the next three days,” he promised her on a growl. She said nothing to that, just stared at him with her breasts heaving up and down, waiting for him to issue his next command.

  Jack tossed the hair clasp over his shoulder, then came down on one knee to remove the ugly skirt. He took it off quickly, grunting in arrogant pleasure when he noticed she’d kept the black thong on rather than changing back into those god-awful cotton grandma drawers he’d seen in the valise.

  He rose up from his knee and took a step back to look his fill at her. His nostrils flared as his dark gaze roamed the length of her body, taking in the heady picture she made. His professor, naked save the black thong, on her knees kneeling before him, her hands suspended above her head with handcuffs, her dark red hair spilling down in a cascade. Just as he’d fantasized for the past two years of one day having her.

  He cupped her chin with his hand. “Stand up,” he growled, his cock growing erect again already. Sweet Jesus, he’d never gotten this hard this quickly two minutes after emptying his balls. “The first time I fuck you,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded as she slowly rose to her feet, “I’m going to mount you from the front so I can watch your beautiful face when I sink into your cunt.”

  He saw her shiver at that, but she said nothing.

  “And then I’m going to fuck you from behind, ramming into you until I cum.” His index finger flicked at her erect nipple. “Then I’ll feed you and let you get some sleep before I fuck you again,” he purred.

  He saw her swallow slowly as her cat-like green eyes rose up to meet his. She looked nervous, but willing, and he had to wonder why she was still so nervous given the fact she’d just drained him dry.

  Maybe, Jack thought on a grunt as he reached up to release the lever so he could tie her to the one above the bed, maybe she’d finally figured out that when the three days were up he was still keeping her…