Barely Legal Vol. 3: Barely Legal Series (A New Adult Contemporary Romance Serial)

by Gow, Kailin

  “You know I’ve never needed to do that. You’ve always come to me willingly. Hell, Laura, admit how happy I made you. Admit how much you loved how I fucked you. Admit that there was a time when you actively pursued me.”

  “Like I said, I was younger then. I needed what you had. I don’t need that anymore. I’ve moved on and I need a man who can consider every aspect of the woman I am, and you’re not that man, Jackson. You're overly occupied with your carnal needs, and that leaves little room for anything else.”

  “And you're going to try to tell me that that piss-ass who interrupted us the other day is giving you a worthwhile fuck. That Peter something?”

  “His full name and our relationship is none of your business.”

  Gripping my chin with his thumb and index finger, he turned me to him. “I’m trying to be nice, Laura. I’m trying very hard to be patient, but at the end of the day, you're my sub, and who’s fucking you is very much my business. I didn’t spend all that time training you just to have some worthless fuck-head stick his shit stick in you.”

  “He’s a very …”

  “I bet he’s not even a dominant, is he?”

  I met his eyes, determined to make him understand once and for all. “That fuck-head, as you called him, almost made me come with his voice alone. That’s just how sexy he is. That’s how arousing he is.”

  Opening the door behind me, he shoved me in and slammed the door shut behind him. “Let’s see just how arousing you really find me.” He tugged up my skirt and ran his fingers under my panties.

  “Damn it, Jackson. Stop it.” I looked around the small room; a supply room lined with shelves filled with paper, pens, markers and paperclips. Aside from the door directly behind him, there was no way out. No window. No nothing.”

  “You're going to enjoy this, Laura. Trust me,” he whispered. “When I’m through with you, you're not even going to remember what that fuck-head’s name is.” He pressed his lips to mine for a hard, biting kiss.

  I gasped and tried to push him off which only caused him to chuckle softly into my mouth. I was stunned by the taste of him, by the softness of his lips, but when he snaked his tongue inside my mouth, tasting me, warming me, I heated up faster than I would have ever thought possible.

  Inside my panties, his finger moved along the wet folds of skin, bringing them to life. I was putty in his hand, ready for anything. I pressed my breasts against his chest, hungry for his skin against mine and he quickly obliged, reaching up under my shirt to unclasp my bra and take my aching breast in his soft, warm hand.

  “It’s been too long, Laura,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his hard cock against me. “Look what you do to me.”

  I moaned and arched my back, surrendering to him.

  “Yes,” he said. His fingers at my breast pinched my nipple while the other hand delved deeper, harder. “You like it, don’t you?”

  He touched the exquisite spot that just about sent me over the edge. I tried to find the willpower to deny him, to push him away. I knew I didn’t want to get tangled up in his web again, but my body refused to heed the feeble warning my brain tried to transmit. But when he jacked my skirt all the way up to my waist, and knelt before me, I knew there was no fighting it. The promise of a sweet orgasm was just too tantalizing.

  Just an orgasm, and then we’re through, I promised myself. Just this one last, delicious orgasm.

  His lips made contact, firm, yet soft, then his tongue. Sweet Jesus, his tongue. I leaned back against the shelves of office supplies and let out a pleasurable moan that echoed in the small enclosure.

  “I don’t want to force you,” he said with a soft almost purring voice. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

  Damn him. He knew damn well this wasn’t the time to stop.

  He replaced his tongue with his gentle fingers, stroking the inflamed tender skin. While it was exquisite, nothing compared to the arousing touch of his mouth.

  “I know you’ve missed this. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had this kind of attention. You're hot and ready to explode, you’ve been hungry for so long.”

  “Just finish me off and be done with it,” I begged.

  His gentle chuckle, heated with arousal, came from deep in his throat. “Come back to me, Laura,” he said. “Come back and be mine, and you can soar like this every day, every night. I’ve never neglected you, have I? I’ve never forgotten your body’s needs.”

  “Jackson,” I said, his name coming out part plaintive and part command.

  “Come back to me and I’ll forgive you for straying, for hooking up with so many lesser men… especially that silver spoon wuss, Michael. I mean, what kind of a man needs his big sister to protect him anyway?”

  I reached down to caress his head, run my fingers through his soft hair and try to guide him back to the heated skin that needed to be sated.

  “But I’m proud of one thing, Laura. You finished him off. You did what so many people have been longing to do for a long time. He’s gotten on the wrong side of a lot of people, and I don’t need to tell you how he and his plotting family have always tried to get at the Sorensen fortune. Well, as far as I’m concerned, it’s one manipulator less, even if he wasn’t in agreement with his family’s devious plot. The poor bastard was too busy pining over Price to think of…”

  My sexual hunger ebbed and I shoved Jackson off me, sending him falling back on his ass. “What?”

  Looking up at me, he realized he’d said too much.

  “Michael was pining over Price?” I said as I pulled my skirt back down and tied the shreds of my shirt about my breasts as best as I could. “Since when?”

  His chuckle was now dark and devilish. “Don’t be so naïve, Laura. Michael worshipped Price since the day he first met him. How could you of all people not have known that about him?”

  “But we… He and I…” I was stunned. Beyond stunned. Michael may not have been as talented as Jackson, but he’d been an ardent and satisfactory lover. He’d loved my body, loved to caress my breasts, nuzzle between them, press them together and shove his cock in. But then there were all the times when he…

  Oh my God.

  Jackson grinned as he sat back and slapped the invisible dust off his hands. “Don’t tell me. You just realized that request to wear a strap-on was more than just a passing fancy.”

  How could Jackson have known? “He wanted it more and more,” I muttered. “It got to the point where he would hardly penetrate me at all. He just wanted me to fuck him.”

  “Yeah, he was into chicks for a while, but his obsession with Price took over.”

  “Did he and Price ever…?”

  “As far as I know, the attraction was not mutual. I’m not even sure Price was aware of Michael’s obsession with him.”

  “Well,” I said in a matter-of-fact drone, “that’s all very interesting, but it has nothing to do with me. Michael and I haven’t been together for ages, so…”

  “Is Serena here with you?”

  “What if she is?” I said, suddenly guarded.

  “I need to have a word with her.”

  “A word about what?”

  “Her last night with Michael. You said you weren’t there, right?”

  “I never said I was or wasn’t.” I didn’t know what he was driving at, but certainly didn’t trust him. Whatever he was up to, I knew it couldn’t be good for me or Serena. I yanked my skirt back down. Needless to say, the fire was dead and cold. “Get up, Jackson. This is over.”

  “I beg your pardon,” he said, his tone suddenly hard and menacing as he got to his feet. “Did you just give me an order?”

  “Look, we’re not together anymore. We haven’t been for a while, so get over the love slave, submissive trip. Your unwillingness to see me as your equal will always keep us apart, no matter how aroused you managed to get me when you back me into a corner.” I looked around the cramped space to make my point. “I’m my own woman, Jackson, not your possession.”r />
  “Is that right?” He straightened up and gave me a hard shove into the shelves. “Your days away from me have made you soft, Laura. Soft and stupid. Who do you think you're talking to?”

  “A man who needs to hurt others in order to feel good about himself.”

  His eyes narrowed, and for a moment I thought he’d back down, but he pulled his hand back and landed it on my cheek with a resounding clap. It wasn’t the painful sting of an amorous slap, but the hard, uncompromising pain of a full on slap. Everything went black for a second, and when I could see clearly again, I saw the rage in his eyes. Unaroused and unhappy, I knew the worst was yet to come.

  “Wherever you may go, whomever you may fuck, the fact remains; I am your master. Your belligerence tells me you may be looking for a little punishment.”

  “My belligerence should tell you that I’m sick of this game.”

  “Don’t try to hide it, Laura. You're aching for the kind of punishment only I can deliver, and Lord knows that I’m just itching to…” He clenched his fists and licked his lips in hunger, then with one quick motion, he reached for my shirt and tore it in two. The thin, frail fabric was no match for his angry hands and it hung in shreds around my breasts and torso.

  “Stop it, you bastard. This isn’t going to happen.”

  He yanked my bra off and tossed it aside. “Oh, but it is.” He licked his lips again, and the arousal was clear in his gleaming eyes. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned my hands above my head and leaned into me, squashing my breasts with his chest. “You're being far too disrespectful, Laura.” He shook his head in disapproval. “After all the time I’ve spent training you, making you the sex fiend that you are, this is how you treat me? You treat me like dirt?”

  “Stop it, Jackson.” I struggled to free my wrists, but he only tightened his hold.

  “You know I love it when you fight back. It riles me up; makes me want to control you even more. A girl who’s a little too docile can be boring, but…” He bit his lower lip. “This is very exciting indeed. Turn around.” He took a step back and released my wrists.

  “Go to hell.”

  His slap came so hard and so fast, my head whipped to the side and it took me a second to realize what had just happened. The pounding pain resonated in my head and left me dizzy and out of breath. If he hit me like that again, I’d probably black out.

  “I think my little girl needs a spanking.”

  “No,” I said with horror.

  “Oh, yes, Sweetum. You disobey, you gotta pay.”

  “Please, Jackson. I’ll be good.”

  Ignoring my plea, he spun me around, yanked my skirt up and ripped my panties off. He pressed a firm hand into the middle of my back and pushed me over a stack of boxes in the corner.

  “Please, Jackson. Please don’t.”

  “You leave me no choice, lovely. Hmmm,” he groaned. “Such a sweet ass. It’s a shame I have to mar it with my hand.” He swung back and brought his hand down and I let out a feeble cry of pain.

  Unsatisfied with the result, he looked around the supply room as he shook the pain out of his hand. “Surely I can find something more suitable.” He reached for several extension cords. “This should do nicely.”

  He used the first one to tie my wrists to the shelving unit. Twirling the other cord in the air, he waited, making the anticipation of pain grow, then, without warning, he struck. The metal prongs of the male side of the extension cord dug into my flesh and I tried desperately to keep from crying out, but when he struck again, the pain was too much.

  I wailed for help.

  “That just won’t do,” he said. He grabbed a notepad off the nearby shelf and tore off a few pages, crumpled them up then pinched my cheeks between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to open my mouth. “Get a taste of this.” He shoved the crumpled paper into my mouth then grabbed my bra and put one cup over my face and wrapped the rest around my head.

  Running the extension cord along my shoulder, he leaned in and whispered, “Tell me you're not excited by all this, huh? Tell me this doesn’t remind you of the good times we’ve had together.” He reached under me and poked his finger into my juices then ran his finger the length of my back. “Just like I thought. Wetter than an alley cat in heat.”

  Then the cord smacked my back, but the explosive crack that sliced the air wasn’t from the extension cord, and the cry that filled the small room was not mine.

  Chapter 10

  I glanced back and saw Jackson, his back arched in pain and his head thrown back as he cried out. Behind him stood Serena, her whip at her side.

  “Release her,” she said simply.

  Grimacing, he turned to her. “Bitch. I’ll show you who’s running this show.”

  She cracked her whip and nicked his cheek, drawing a trickle of blood.

  “Release her, I said.”

  His eyes kept their defiance as he chewed the inside of his cheek, clucked his tongue and set his fists on his hips, but as Serena kept her hard steady glare on him, he glanced down at his feet.

  “She disobeyed me,” he said, his voice suddenly meek

  “Perhaps because you’re not man enough to be her true master.”

  “But I am.” He sounded like a seven year old boy, eager to prove to his mother that he could accomplish a task on his own.

  Serena took a step forward and slid the back of her hand along his cheek. For a moment I was stunned by the gentle touch. Was she falling under Jackson’s spell?

  “Such a handsome young man, yet so naïve, so innocent.” She reached over his shoulder and released my wrists.

  As I pulled the bra off my face and pulled the crumpled paper out of my mouth, I stared at her, fearing the direction this would take.

  “But I wasn’t finished with her yet,” Jackson said, his hand to his aching crotch.

  Serena grabbed his cock and squeezed.

  At first he simpered. Arousal brightened his eyes as he groaned with pleasure, but then the pain registered and the groan turned to a tortured whimper. She squeezed harder and twisted her wrist slightly.

  “Are you finished now?” she demanded.

  Debating which answer to give, he swallowed and was rewarded with another twist of her wrist. He gagged and reached for her hand with both of his. “I… I just want…”

  “Are you finished?” she shouted.

  Looking at her hold of him, his cock huge and hard in her hand, it was easy to see that he was still very much aroused.

  He turned white and gagged as she squeezed him tighter. Leaning in close, she butted her nose to his. “And you dare call yourself a master.”

  Taking a step back, she released his cock and slapped him across the face so hard, he almost toppled over and had to steady himself on the shelves. His eyes widened as the smell of defeat wafted around him.

  Serena cracked her whip to the floor, teasing him, toying with him.

  “You're a worthless rag, Jackson; small player who can only dream of attaining the title of master.”

  “You don’t know anything about me,” he spat.

  She flicked her wrist and the tip of the whip sliced through his pants, exposing his thigh.

  “Bitch!” He put his hand over the pained flesh, but Serena quickly flicked the whip again, slashing over his fingers. “Shit!”

  Wild eyed, Jackson lunged at me, pulled me to him and held me as a shield.

  The deep, dark chuckle that came from Serena astounded me. She looked so pure, and so sweet. For all her years with Price, I thought she was broken, even weak. Yet here she stood, a master herself.

  “Let’s see how smart you are now,” he said.

  Her eyes never left his as she licked her lips and gently flicked the whip at her side. I took a deep breath, afraid her need to hurt him would override her desire to help me.

  With lightning speed, she cracked the whip and Jackson cried out as he leaned heavily to the left. Serena had expertly wrapped the whip around his ankle and yanked it out from und
er him.

  But he regained his balance and sneered at Serena.

  “Laura,” she said in a steady and unemotional drone.

  “Yes?”

  “It’s all in the eyes.”

  What’s in the eyes, I wanted to ask, but then it came to me and I jerked my hand back over my shoulder, jamming my fingers into Jackson’s eyes. Screaming bloody murder, he released me as his hands went to belatedly protect his eyes.

  Serena need only tilt her head to the side and I obediently walked away from Jackson and came to stand next to her.

  “You bitch,” Jackson said. He blinked, grimaced and finally glared at Serena.

  “Bow your head, you worthless piece of trash.”

  “You're pushing this too far.”

  “Not nearly far enough. Bow your head.” She flicked the whip at his feet. “You have no right to look me in the eye.”

  Jackson cast his gaze to the floor.

  “On your knees.”

  He glanced up at her, but quickly looked down to the floor again before kneeling.

  “Turn to Laura.”

  He swiveled over and knelt before me.

  “Show him who’s in charge.”

  I stared at him. He’d been in charge for so long. He’d kept me at his feet for as long as I could remember. How could I…? It was unthinkable.

  “Laura, it’s your time to reign. You're stronger than he could ever be.”

  I didn’t doubt it, or did I? I knew I was strong, that I could take charge, but the situation was so foreign to me.

  “Slap him!”

  Jackson looked up at me, his eyes disbelieving the turn of events.

  “Slap him, Laura.”

  I smacked my hand across his cheek, and the sting of my palm felt good. Turning the table on him felt good. Having him at my feet felt good, but when he looked up at me, his eyes filled with hunger instead of shame and his lips turned into a pleased pout, I knew this wasn’t going quite the way it should.

  I glanced at Serena.

  “Once a pig, always a pig.” She shrugged and mouthed to me, “Let’s go.”