by T. R. Cupak
“May I kiss you, Jordan?” he asks cautiously.
His head is tilted and the moon has moved just enough to cast a shadow on my Shadow’s face. He’s breathtaking in this whimsical evening light. I step into Hunter’s arms, wrapping mine around his neck, bringing his lips to mine. Our tongues glide together in a sensual dance. He awakens my inner vixen that I buried away since being taken by Armen. I’ve longed to feel him against my body, and just like any other time, Hunter’s kiss hinders my memory of everything that has happened, even if it’s for the briefest of moments. He’s home. He’s family. He’s my Shadow.
Hunter pulls me in closer, but just as he does so, he pulls back, leaving me breathless.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s too soon. Goodnight, Jordan.” And with that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the night.
That kiss has me floating on cloud nine all the way back to the cottage. My insides are blazing for him. All I have to do is go inside and text him to come back, but just as Hunter stated, I fear I’m not ready. I don’t know if I ever will be. My body is saying “fuck yeah”, but my mind is screaming louder, and it clearly says that I will only disappoint him, or worse, he’ll be disgusted by me.
“Gah!” I huff out as I plop down onto my bed.
Hunter has me so worked up from that single, passionate, toe curling kiss, that for the first time in a long while, I have the need for release. He’s ignited a fire deep within my core and now I’m left to scorch it out—alone.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hunter
It has been nineteen minutes-thirty-two seconds since my lips where touching Jordan’s. She felt at home in my arms, but I knew she wasn’t ready for anything more than that kiss, so I forced myself to walk away, silently cursing myself the entire time. I can’t trust myself around her, at least not yet. I want to reclaim what was always mine, but that will happen only when she’s begging for me to.
Once I reach my bedroom in the main house and settle back into bed my attention is immediately drawn to my wall mounted television. There are multiple views which showcase the inside of Jordan’s cottage. Thanks to the night vision option on the cameras I had installed, it doesn’t take long for me to find her on the screen. She’s lying on her bed, but what she’s doing on that bed has my heart beating faster, and faster, and my dick getting harder and harder.
My angel has her legs spread and her nightshirt pulled up, revealing her bare breasts. Her left hand is cupped around her left breast, pinching the nipple between her thumb and index finger; her right hand slowly moves under the thin layer of fabric that hides her pussy from my view.
Before taking Jordan’s lead in masturbation, I use my phone to select the square on the television that is her bedroom, which prominently displays only that room across the whole TV. I then pull my boxer briefs down just far enough to release my cock; pre-cum already dripping from the head. My eyes stay fixed on Jordan. Using my pre-cum as lubricant I begin stroking my dick slowly, mimicking the speed Jordan is using on herself.
“Come on, baby. Finger-fuck your sweet pussy for me,” I say to no one but the TV.
Her head tilts back further as her right hand works faster beneath the fabric of her panties. Within a few seconds, Jordan rips her underwear from her body. It was almost like pulling them down wouldn’t be fast enough. She pumps her hips up and down, meeting her right hand thrust for thrust, burying her fingers deep inside of herself. Jordan then uses her fingers on the left hand to rub her clit vigorously, in a circular motion. Her back arches pushing her hardened nipples into the air.
Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My left hand has a firm grip on my balls, while my right hand clutches my cock tighter, stroking it faster, keeping pace with Jordan.
“That’s it, Precious, I need you to come for me,” I whisper to the television once again.
She’s close to her release; I know because her back arches more and her feet are firmly planted on the bed. When Jordan is on her back when we have sex, her planted feet is her tell-tale sign that she’s on the brink of an orgasm. And just like that, her back bows even more before collapsing back onto the bed. I wait another minute, stroking my cock with more urgency, when she does—it; Jordan brings the fingers she just had plunged deep inside her pussy up to her lips, sucking them clean; and that is my undoing. My legs go stiff as ropes of cum shoot from my dick all over my stomach and chest. Fuck, I think I even felt some land on my face, but I don’t move to clean up—yet. I wait, watching as Jordan pulls the comforter over her body, making sure she is settled in for the rest of the night.
After taking a quick shower to wash the cum from my body, I reset the television back to all cameras and climb under the covers. Like every other night, I fall asleep watching Jordan sleep.
Jordan
Wow, I can’t remember waking up feeling this refreshed in, well, it’s been a very long time. I don’t know if it was the late-night rendezvous kiss in the vineyard or the spine-tingling orgasm I gave myself while imagining it was Hunter’s hands touching me; his fingers fucking me into a blissful post orgasmic coma.
Grabbing my phone, I do what I didn’t think I would ever find the courage to do; I text Hunter.
Me: Good morning.
Hunter: Hello, gorgeous.
Me: Would you like to come have breakfast with me?
Hunter: I’ll be there in thirty.
Glancing over at my nightstand I notice I left my journal open to a poem I had written some time ago. The words scrolled across the lined paper are stained into my memory, but I can’t help but to read them again.
The Shadow, my sanity, my quiet from the thundering storm that plagues My every breath. The Shadow, a man who will own me until the day of my death.
My silent hero, true vigilante who fought to give me the revenge he thought I desperately needed. The sad part is, I’m too far gone, Hunter needs to be freed.
Hunter Knight, The Shadow surrounded by white light, will know that this nightmare was always my fight. No matter what he thinks or how he feels, I will be sure he knows that my love for him was truly real.
Too much darkness flowed through my feeble soul, this end result was always my goal. Hunter, my love, the only pureness I have in my life. This is better for him; I was never meant to be his wife.
The Shadow, the man who loved a shattered soul, is a man who deserves more than this dark jaded hole. The Shadow, my Knight, will forgive me in time. He will go on to live a life; one I hope is divine.
~J
My earlier cheerfulness just took a nosedive.
“No, I will not let this ruin my breakfast with Hunter,” I tell myself, after slamming the notebook closed. I go over to my closet and put those dreadful words into my floor safe before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.
While showering my own words begin to seep into my every thought. Yes, those words have meaning. Yes, they are how I feel, but today, I want it to be a good day, not a bad one.
After my record timing shower, I dress myself in a long sleeve tunic with matching leggings. I try to cover as much of my flesh without being in a full-on burka so none of my physical scars are showing. Thankfully the slashes on my face weren’t as deep as I had thought. Those can be hidden with makeup.
Once I am as ready as I can be, I open up my classical music playlist on my phone and the calming sound of Mozart begins to filter through the whole house speaker system. I grab my morning medication off of the sink in the bathroom and head to the kitchen.
Opening the refrigerator, I begin to pull out all the fixings to make bacon, eggs, and French toast. I quickly pop my pills into my mouth and swallow them back with a splash of orange juice. Although I feel like my anxiety is peaking, it’s not like it used to be. I stopped drinking alcohol since that awful night, and maybe that’s what kept my medication from working properly these past years. Oh well, I can’t change the damage I’ve done to my body. I can only work on making it better…for now.
“Come in,” I yell over the music while trying to clean up the mess I made on the counter. On the bright side, the egg shell didn’t fall into the bowl.
“Hello, beautiful,” Hunter’s words float over the magical sounds of Debussy, warming my insides. “Do you need some assistance?” he asks eyeing my eggy mess.
“No, you just scared me when you knocked,” I reply with a smile.
“I’m sorry, Precious. I knocked a couple of times but you didn’t hear me.”
“It’s ok. No harm done. Well, except for this poor egg.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes.
“May I?” Hunter asks, pointing at the cooked bacon on the stovetop.
“By all means.”
He brushes past me and the electricity I feel from the slightest touch, has me breathing a little heavier than I was previously.
How does he do it? Hunter makes eating bacon look so goddamn sexy. Bite after delicious bite, savoring the taste of greasy goodness.
Oh god. What comes after horny as fuck? Because whatever that is, that’s me, right now. I’m salivating at the mouth watching Hunter eat bacon, but it’s not the bacon that has me hot and bothered. It’s me imagining him setting me on top of my counter and then eating my pussy like a starved man returning from a long mission.
“Precious?”
“Huh?” I pant out. I was so caught up in my fantasy I forgot I was making the rest of breakfast.
“Is there something you want?” The Cheshire grin creeps across his lips and his eyes are stormy blue. He wants me as much as I want him, there’s no mistaking that.
“You,” I reply, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer to me. “I always want you, Hunter.”
His mouth covers mine, only separating when I pull his T-shirt up and over his head, discarding it on the kitchen floor.
“I’ve been dying without you,” Hunter breaths the words into my mouth. His hands hold my hips tightly. It’s not enough to hurt, but it’s enough to mark me. I can’t help the small smile the breaks our connection. “Are you absolutely sure?” his eyes are locked onto mine, knowing I wouldn’t be able to lie if we are eye to eye.
“Yes. I need you to take away everything that man did to me. I need to be yours again.”
Plates, bowls, and breakfast get pushed off of the kitchen island when Hunter picks me up and sets me down on the counter, just as I was imagining a few moments ago. He pulls my leggings down my legs and yanks them off before stepping between my thighs, capturing my mouth with a ravenous kiss. As we were devouring each other’s faces, Hunter pulls me a little closer to the edge of the island and then sinks to his knees, and begins to place feather light kisses up the inside of each thigh before reaching my apex.
His tongue licks up the length of my slit, separating my lips with one hand allowing himself access to my needy clit. My hands sink into his soft, thick hair, holding him in place as his mouth teases my pussy.
“OhdearJesus,” I blow out as one word. “Hunter, I’m going to come…if-you-don’t-stop.” I’m completely breathless. Usually he pulls away, but this time he stays between my legs, giving my pussy the attention it’s been craving.
Hunter slowly inserts one finger inside me, turning just enough to tickle the sweet spot while the circular motion of his tongue massages my clit. I can feel my pussy pulsating around his finger. My stomach tightens. My vision blurs; and that’s when the trembling sensation comes in waves, but it’s the thundering crash of my orgasm that has me locking Hunter between my knees while I ride out my orgasmic high, not even thinking I could be smothering him.
Releasing Hunter’s hair as well as my vice grip on his head, I fall back onto my kitchen island, relishing in my euphoric state.
“That was the best breakfast I ever had,” he says after a few minutes. My eyes open to find Hunter dressed, staring down at me with a smile.
“You only had a piece of bacon,” I tease while attempting to sit up. Hunter sees that I’m struggling so he helps me off of the island and I completely ignore the fact that I’m standing here bottomless.
“Your pussy is better than anything you could have prepared,” he replies.
He leans in for a kiss and I take him in. I want more. I need more.
“Now it’s your turn,” I offer.
“Not yet, Precious. Baby steps.”
“But I want you—now.”
“There’s plenty of time for that later. Let’s get you fed.”
“There’s perfectly good meat right here,” I challenge, grabbing his rock-hard dick that’s trying to break free of his jeans.
“Precious,” he says warily.
The way he says my nickname means he’s conflicted; his restraint is slipping, so I take advantage of his loss of control. I undo the buttons to his jeans, but before I can slide them down his legs, Hunter grabs my wrists, forcing my eyes back up to his face. He’s struggling with what to do here. I want to take his pain away. I want him to forget, just like I did while he was devouring my pussy.
Smiling, I lead Hunter to my couch and hook my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear, pulling them both to the floor as I kneel down before the man who owns me.
“Sit,” I instruct. Hunter complies.
Wasting no time, because I don’t want him to second guess what’s happening, I grab his member, swirling my tongue around the head a few times before sucking him all the way down the base, and coming back up slowly.
“Holy fuck,” he growls out. “Again,” he commands. I bob my head up and down his thick shaft over and over. The more sounds that Hunter releases, the more my arousal drips between my thighs. When I feel the head of his cock swell, I slowly remove his cock from my mouth and climb up the length of his body, straddling him on the couch. His dick is huge and I don’t know what’s going to happen when he slides into me, but I sure as hell want to find out.
“Let me try,” I plead while positioning myself over Hunter’s cock, placing the head at my entrance. He grabs the back of my neck, bringing my lips to his. The grip he has at the nape of my hair mixed with the way his tongue is working inside my mouth is a pleasant distraction. He’s been slowly pressing his hips up while pushing my hips down, sliding his dick deeper and deeper inside the velvety walls of my vagina.
“Oh…god;” I breath out into Hunter’s mouth as I bury my nails into his shoulders.
“Are you okay, Precious?” I nod my answer.
Once I am seated as far down as I can take him, I begin to move up and down, slow and steady. With each calculated movement, I can feel Hunter erasing that night. He’s giving me hope. He’s my knight; my savior. I want forever with him.
“I love you, Hunter,” I whisper out the words I’ve longed to say, but was too frightened to.
“What?” Hunter stops mid pump and looks me in the eyes.
“I said I love you, Hunter. I do. I always have but was too scared to allow myself that kind of life, our kind of love. I want forever with you. You breathe, I breathe, right?”
“Precious, those words. Those beautiful words. You breathe, I breathe, baby. Marry me, Jordan.” It felt like he couldn’t get the words “marry me” out fast enough which made my answer that much easier.
“Yes,” was my reply without having to think twice about it. He’s mine and I’m his. We deserve our happily ever after.
Hunter’s eyes never stray from mine as our bodies move together. We’re two damaged souls that are joined as one. I’m lost in our world. With each thrust of his hips creates a heat deep within me. I can feel it from my heart to my core.
“Hunter, I need to move faster if you want me to come again.”
We begin to move faster; his hips raise as mine push down. I can feel his cock getting harder, the rim of the head hits just the right spot inside my silky walls while the shaft strokes my clit. My heartbeat feels abnormally fas
ter, as my insides tighten, bringing me to the brink of my orgasm.
What started out as a reclaiming of bodies slowly morphed into two souls making love. Who knew that a tortured life could bring me happiness. For the first time, I feel like I’m home.
“Come—Precious,” Hunter grunts out as his release rips through him. On cue my orgasm erupts within my belly, pushing me into a blissful abyss of vibrant colors and my heart full of love. I take in everything I’m feeling, enjoying how it feels to truly love someone without holding anything back, but I notice my breathing is more erratic than normal.
“Hunter.” I say his name but it’s an echo in my ears; my vision begins to blur. The vibrant colors that were just dancing behind my closed eyes are replaced with white sparks that begin to fade as a dark tunnel takes it form.
“Hunt—”
Chapter Thirty
Hunter
“Jordan? Precious?” She’s not responding.
“Baby, can you hear me?” Nothing.
I give her a light shake.
“Jordan!” This time I shout her name.
Fuck, she’s not breathing.
“Precious, I need you to breathe,” I beg.
Panic takes hold of me, making it hard to think clearly.
“Jordan, breathe for me,” I cry out.
The tears blur my vision, but I’m able to feel around for my phone in my jeans. I hold down the center button telling Siri to text Monte to get to the cottage as fast as he can. He’ll know what to do being as I can’t seem to function.
Monte was at Jordan’s within a couple of minutes. He came barreling in and quickly took over the situation. He told me he called nine-one-one on his way here. He then barked at me to get dressed as he began CPR on her.
“Fuck, Monte. What did I do?” I’m rocking back and forth in the corner of her living room, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t lose her, Monte. She’s my world.”
