Torrid - Book One

by Jayne Blue

  “My rules,” he said and it wasn’t a question.

  A rush of heat went through me and my throat went dry. I nodded.

  “One word,” he said. “You say stop and I stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered; my sex throbbed, my arousal was in overdrive and he hadn’t even started yet.

  Jack pushed himself off the bed. He went to the far side of the room and turned on the banker’s lamp on the desk. The flood of light was enough to make me squint. Jack turned, his expression odd, like he was puzzling something out. He came to the foot of the bed and bent down, feeling along the side of the mattress. Then he went to the closet and unzipped a garment bag.

  “Jack?” I said.

  He didn’t answer as he rummaged through the bag and took out four neckties. I instantly knew what he meant to do and my breath hitched in my throat even as new heat flared between my legs.

  He turned and came back to me. His eyes held a question as he held one of the ties up.

  I smiled and nodded. He leaned down and kissed me while taking my left wrist in his hand. It was the last sweet and gentle thing he did for a good long time.

  Thank God.

  My wrists were easy. The bed frame was cherry wood with two tall posters at the head. Jack wrapped his tie around one of them and lashed my wrist to it. He came around to the other side and did the same with my right wrist.

  “Test it,” he commanded.

  I did. I tried to sit up, struggling against the bindings, but Jack’s knots held. I turned each wrist and tried to slip out of the silken bindings but couldn’t.

  Satisfied, Jack turned his attention to my ankles. I couldn’t see what he was doing as he knelt on the ground and secured the ties down there. He must have used the legs of the bed on the floor as there were no posters at the feet. Because of it, when he finished, he had my legs spread impossibly wide, with my feet nearly touching each corner. It left me splayed open for him, utterly vulnerable to his eyes, his touch. A shiver went through me as my sex grew wetter still.

  Jack stood at the end of the bed, admiring his handiwork. Then his brow furrowed. He reached forward and put one finger on the nub of my clit. I gasped from the shock of his touch even under the cotton fabric of my panties. He didn’t rub or put any pressure there. He just kept his finger there, letting me know he had me, watching as I tried in vain to rub against him but couldn’t because of the bindings. I could shield nothing from him. He could see and touch it all. He could be merciless, he could be gentle, but he would not be denied.

  “Please.” Again, I heard myself beg.

  Jack smiled. “It seems I forgot about these.” He lifted his finger and pulled at my panties. I found I wanted them off more than anything. I wanted Jack to have everything with nothing, not even thin cotton, getting in the way.

  He smiled and leaned forward; gripping my hips he pulled me down so I was almost lying flat and spread eagled on the bed. Then, with a movement quick and powerful, he grabbed my underwear and tore it in half. He tossed the tattered remnants to the corner of the room.

  “That’s better,” he said.

  Still at the end of the bed, he knelt in the space between my open legs. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at me. I was utterly at his mercy; would he be slow? Would he be rough? Giving over to him thrilled me and Jack knew it. He was watching for it. He kept his focus at the juncture of my thighs, splayed wide for his inspection. With his thumb and forefinger he touched me, spreading my lips apart. I felt a slow trickle of moisture and his smirk grew as he saw it. Holding me open like that, he took the thumb and forefinger of his other hand and worked the bud of my clit.

  I stretched and writhed as the rough pad of his thumb on my sensitive tip sent a jolt of sensation through me. The bed creaked as I struggled to bear it. He was gentle but with the hood of my clitoris pulled back, with nothing to protect me from his touch, it was sensory overload.

  “Be still,” he said.

  “I can’t,” I panted. “It’s too much.”

  “Am I hurting you?” he said, his voice husky. “You can tell me to stop.”

  “Yesss! No!”

  He let out a soft chuckle. “You’re a wild thing, Tora. It’s time to teach you some self-control. Take a deep breath. I want to touch you like this. I want to make you even wetter. I don’t want you to come yet. I want to see how much you can take. I’ll give you breaks, but I’m going to train you to control yourself. Train you to wait for it.”

  My legs trembled against the bindings. He lifted his finger off my exposed clit for a few seconds until I settled. He shifted his weight to find a more comfortable position. Clearly, Jack intended to work me down there for a good long while. I groaned in anticipation.

  “That’s good,” he said. “Settle down. I’m just getting started.”

  He took two fingers and pressed just above the hood of my clit, pulling it back again. I throbbed against his fingers. He leaned forward and blew on me. Just a soft whisper of breath but with that bundle of nerves exposed, it was ecstasy. I tried to control my breathing.

  He dipped a finger inside me, releasing a gush of wetness.

  “God,” he said. “Do you know what you look like, Tora? You’re wet. You’re dripping. Your lips are swollen. I can see your little clit throbbing for me.”

  He touched me again, just one finger on my exposed bare nub. He rubbed in one slow circle and I cried out from the delicious torture of it. He circled again, faster this time and I couldn’t help it. I trembled and bucked against the bindings. He did it again; I gave into it. If he meant to train me to have patience, I failed. I pushed my hips up, trying to press myself harder against his finger, seeking release. I became aware of what I must look like to him, thrusting and thrashing, out of control. It flipped some switch inside me. I wanted him to watch. Wanted him to see. I couldn’t shield how aroused I was and didn’t want to. I wanted Jack to have it all.

  “Please,” I managed to say when I remembered how to form words.

  “Please what, Tora?” he said as held me between his fingers. “Say it. Don’t try to hide what you are or what you want.”

  “I want you,” I said, breathless.

  “What do you want?” he said. “Say it. I want to hear it.”

  “I want you. I want your cock. Please.”

  “Where do want it?”

  “Anywhere! Everywhere! Please.”

  “That’s better,” Jack said but he didn’t let go of me. He rubbed his finger in that maddening, wonderful circle again. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  “Yes! I’m yours. All yours! Anything, I swear. Please!”

  He rubbed me again and I almost came. I would have but he must have sensed it. He stopped. When he took his finger away, the air hit me there and it felt like fire.

  “You’re too ready,” he said. “I’m not done playing.”

  “Please, Jack. Please.”

  He rose up and shifted, straddling me on either side of my chest so his fully engorged cock was just inches from my face. He grabbed the headboard and tilted himself forward. With his free hand he guided my mouth to his cock. From this angle, fully sheathed he hit the back of my throat.

  “Look at me when you suck me, Tora,” he said, his voice growing ragged. “Keep your eyes open.”

  So I did. But it was an awkward angle as I struggled to keep him in my mouth. Jack kept one hand on the base of his cock to help me and used his other to brace himself against the headboard as he fucked my mouth.

  I did what I was told and kept my eyes on his. I loved what I did to him like this. It was his turn to struggle for self-control even as he had me bound. He kept intense focus on me; his nostrils flared as he watched me suck him, swallow him, gag on him. I had gone almost wild from it, aroused beyond the point of sense or time.

  I wanted this to go on forever. This room. This man.

  Jack bucked; his muscles twitched as he struggled to keep from coming. I wanted to tell him to let go but
my mouth was full of him. I wanted to keep him there. I felt his balls, heavy against my chin. He was so full, it had to hurt. I wanted to take that fullness away from him. I knew I had him almost there when his eyes rolled back into his head. I communicated my pleasure and assent by sucking harder, making great smacking sounds as he thrust in and out.

  Yes. Yes, Jack. Let me have it. I want all of you.

  But just before he let go, Jack broke the suction and pulled himself out of my mouth.

  “Fuck!” His body quaked with the effort and he staggered over the side of the bed. He came up and put his hands under my head, pulling me into a deep kiss. “I was so close,” he whispered against me. “What do you do to me, Tora?”

  He let me up for air and I begged him again. “Please, Jack, I want all of you. Let me have your cock again. I want to.”

  His hands were on my breasts, gently kneading one nipple between his fingers. “Patience,” he said. “I want you every way I can have you tonight.”

  “Then fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”

  Jack smiled as he kissed me forehead. “I’d say you’ve earned it.”

  He lifted my hips and took a pillow from the bed, sliding it under me so my pelvis was angled up for him. Jack popped off the bed and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “You’re perfect,” he said.

  “So are you,” I answered. “Now you said I earned it.”

  Jack gave a low sultry laugh. “Yes, I did.”

  Then he was on me, driving his huge cock into me, balls deep in one thrust. I cried out from the pleasure of it. He filled me. As wide as my legs were, I struggled to spread them even more, wanting to let him claim me completely. He said I was his and in this moment, I wanted to be more than anything ... with every cell in my body.

  Jack lowered himself, resting his weight on his elbows. He cradled my head in his hands as he plunged deep in me. He whispered against my ear, “You’re beautiful, Tora. You’re incredible. You’re perfect.”

  “So are you,” I said, raising my hips to match his thrusts. I would have come then if he let me. But Jack was starting to know my body well. He sensed my urgency and pulled himself back.

  “Not yet, Tora,” he said.

  “Then untie me,” I said. “I want to feel you too. I can’t stand not touching you.”

  I thought he would say no. Seeing me like this stirred him deeply. It was the same for me. I wanted to be everything for him, give myself over to everything he wanted ... everything I wanted for as long as I could. If it made me a whore I didn’t care. Then let me be Jack’s whore. It was ecstasy. It was real.

  First, Jack untied my wrists. He took my arms and crossed them under my breasts. Then he went to work on my ankles. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Jack helped me up until I sat at the edge of the bed. He rubbed my shoulders as he stood before me. I brought my hands up, sliding them across the hard curve of his ass. He went rock hard underneath my fingers and I squeezed him.

  Mine, I thought. Jack’s body. Jack’s passion. I wanted it all for myself. I pulled him forward and slid his cock back into my mouth.

  “Not here,” he said.

  I looked up at him again as I sucked.

  “On your knees, Tora,” he said. His command sent fresh waves of heat through me, making me drip even more for him.

  Yes. This. Just like this.

  He withdrew to let me move off the bed. I lowered myself down on all fours, stretching myself out; I arched my back and spread my legs again. I looked up at Jack and a slow smile spread across his face. He stepped around me, looking at me. He seemed to like the sight of me in this position as much as binding me to the bed. I was his. Tonight I was Jack’s and it was the only thing I wanted to be.

  He stepped around me until he faced me, his great cock pulsing in front of my lips. “Show me,” his voice tearing from his throat, filled with lust.

  I knew what he wanted. I craned my neck to look up at him and opened my mouth.

  “Wider,” he said. “Show me how much you want it.”

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stuck out my tongue for him. Yes. Jack had me on all fours, knees apart as I begged him with my open mouth. Let me be shameless. I had never been more turned on in my life.

  Then Jack fed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him deep, struggling to keep my eyes on him. He set the pace as I kept my balance on the floor. The carpet was rough under my wrists and knees and I knew I’d have burns there in the morning. I didn’t care. It would remind me of our night together and I wanted that.

  Jack cupped the back of my head and helped me take him even deeper. On and on I sucked as I let him set the pace.

  “Do you want it?” he gasped. “I need to know.”

  With his dick deep in my mouth, I nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

  “God,” he said.

  He was quick after that. Two or three deep thrusts and I felt him let go, coming in my mouth in great spurts that I struggled to take. But take them I did. I swallowed every last drop as Jack shuddered his release down my throat. I kept on sucking even after he drained himself. It undid him. Jack’s knees shook and he stumbled backward; pulling himself out of my mouth he sat down hard on the bed.

  I stayed in position. He hadn’t told me to move. I learned quickly. Jack’s rules.

  “Make me come,” I said, my voice raw with lust as I still tasted him on my tongue. “Please.”

  “Any way you want,” he said through a smile. “You’ve earned it after that.”

  I stood up slowly on shaky legs. I stepped into the space between Jack’s thighs and he looked up at me with shining eyes and a tender expression. I leaned down, my hair falling over his shoulders in a shimmering black curtain, and kissed him slow and deep. Jack rose. He hooked his arms under my buttocks and lifted me off the ground, holding me up so I looked down at him. Slowly he turned me and lowered me down on the bed. He laid me across the width of it and knelt in the space between my legs, spreading them wide again.

  Jack went down to his knees and licked me with a light, feathering tongue. I shuddered. My sex was so swollen and sensitive but Jack was careful, knowing just how much I could take.

  Then he fastened his lips around my clit and sucked me with sweet pressure. I only lasted a few seconds, he had me primed so well already. I cried out as the crescendo of my orgasm made my whole body quake.

  That night, Jack Manning made me see stars when I came. The room tilted and swirled as the world became that fraction of space between my legs and the feel of the tip of Jack’s tongue. I gripped the sheets, trying to stay inside my body. Then I went limp.

  Jack rose from between my legs and gathered me into his arms. I had no strength left in mine. He lifted me and took me in bed with him as he feathered small kisses against my cheek, over my breasts and folded me against him.

  Yes. This. Just like this. This man. If only just for tonight.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jack

  She pulled on her jeans, sliding them over her supple thighs and rounded ass. Tora would go home without her underwear today, thanks to me. They lay in a torn heap near the wall. She gave me a bashful smile that tugged at my heart when she pulled her bra off the lamp shade and slid her arms through it.

  “Have you seen my shirt?” she asked. She tucked her hair behind her ears and tried to run a hand through the back of it to straighten it. It was hopeless. God, she was beautiful last night. My balls tightened at the flashbacks I kept having of her bucking and thrusting against my bindings. She was even more beautiful this morning with her sleek black hair tousled and faint dark circles under her eyes. I didn’t let her sleep more than an hour.

  I raised myself up on my elbow and peered over the side of the bed. Her heather gray Northwestern t-shirt peaked out from underneath. It was rumpled but I tossed it to her. Her back arched as she lifted her arms and slid the shirt over her head. I resisted the urge to reach up and free her nipples from the cups of her bra again.

  She knew what I was th
inking and flashed that sheepish smile at me again that damn near melted my insides. She leaned across the bed and kissed me.

  “I have to go,” she said.

  Did she? If she said one thing about Seth I was pretty sure my fist was going through the wall.

  “I do.” She answered a question I hadn’t asked. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t do that,” I said. “Don’t apologize for anything. Not to me.”

  “Thanks,” she said, pushing herself back off the bed. She grabbed her bomber jacket and slung her purse over one shoulder across her chest. “I don’t think ...”

  I put a hand up. “I get it,” I said, except I didn’t. “But are you ever gonna tell me why?”

  She cocked her head. “Why what?”

  I gave a soft laugh as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I took four steps until I was right in front of her so she had to crane her neck to keep eye contact. I crooked a finger under her chin. “Okay. I’ll ask. Why are you marrying Seth?”

  Her eyes fluttered but she didn’t step away from my touch. “I said I wouldn’t lie to you. Please don’t put me in a position to have to.”

  It wasn’t the answer I expected. It was braver, somehow. And fair.

  “Will you tell me why you were upset when you first got here last night? Is there something I can do?”

  She did pull away after that and took a step back but she didn’t break eye contact. “Not today,” she said. “Maybe someday.”

  I nodded. Also fair. “How old are you, Tora Blake?” I asked. It seemed important somehow.

  She smiled. “Twenty-three.”

  I pulled my head back.

  “How old did you think I was?”

  I shook my head. “I’m not sure. Older, I think.”

  She came to me then, raising herself up on tiptoes but I still had to bend down to reach her lips when she offered them to me in a soft goodbye kiss. “I skipped a grade.”