He ran his hand between her legs, nudging them apart and sliding his fingers through the hot, swollen lips of her pussy. He didn’t need to hold them up in the soft moonlight to know they were covered in her sweet juices. He smiled when he saw her wiggle and hump her hips against the pillow beneath her. “Angel, if you come without permission, we’ll start your punishment over again.”
Jenna froze, her hips raised slightly above the pillow she had been rocking against, the muscles in her legs burning as she held the position.
“Good, angel. Now, tell me how many times you’ve cut your hair in the last six months?” When she didn’t answer right away, he said, “It wasn’t a request, angel.”
“Twice, Sir.”
“Did you cut it because I told Addison that I wished you would leave it long?” Seeing her nod her head, he sighed. “I need words, angel.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sobbing, she dropped her head to the bed. Her ass was on fire and her pussy was on fire. Even her breasts were on fire. For him. All for him. “Are you going to punish me for that, Sir?”
“Do you want me to, angel?”
Nodding she said, “Yes, Sir.”
Smiling, Jackson said, “Then, two more, angel.” Raising the belt, he brought it down on both cheeks of her bottom once, then again.
Moaning, she tried to fight off the urge to let go and fly. “Jackson, I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said as he flipped her over then pulled her toward him, deliberately dragging her sore ass over the sheet. Hearing her gasp of pain, he chuckled then pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her pussy gushed with her juices and the sweet scent of her arousal filled the room. “Angel, I’ve never smelt anything better than your pussy.” He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her until only her shoulders were on the bed. Her sweet, swollen, wet pussy was inches from his mouth. “Look at me, angel.” When Jenna opened her eyes, he lowered his mouth to her and ran his tongue through her slit then over her clit. He grinned as he felt her stiffen as she tried to fight off an orgasm. He pushed his thumb against the top of her slit, forcing the hood back and leaving her swollen clit vulnerable to his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it rapidly. When he heard her moan then tremble with the beginning of an orgasm, he pulled away, enjoying her cry of disappointment. “Not yet, angel,” he told her before sucking her clit into his mouth again then pulling away when he felt it swell against the tip of his tongue.
“Jackson, please, please, I need to come, please.” Her voice faded as a tremor shook her body and her pussy clenched and gushed.
“Angel, I love hearing you beg.” Sweeping his tongue up then down her slick, swollen labia, he stabbed his tongue into her pussy then swept it around the sweet flesh, tasting her and hearing her cries of pleasure. Losing himself in her taste and the feel of her soft flesh against his tongue, he paused for a moment then thrust his tongue into her, feeling her opening tighten around his tongue as she shook and panted his name.
When her pleas became frantic and her body was drawn tight, her muscles shaking as she fought the need to come, he relented. “Come for me now, angel.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and pressed his tongue against it, feeling it swell before it pulsed and she screamed his name. Her arms flew out to her sides, her hands clawing at the sheet, her body bowing upward as he softly bit her clit, making her come again, her screams echoing off the ceiling.
“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” Jackson lowered her to the bed then grabbed his jeans and fished a condom from the pocket. He tore it open then rolled it onto his cock before flipping her over. “Up on your knees, and spread them wide.” Once she was in position he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her in position while he slid a finger into her swollen pussy, feeling her muscles clench and tighten.
Jenna held herself still, her body humming with pleasure, her entire being focused on Jackson’s finger as he stroked the sensitive walls of her pussy. She’d never imagined having even this much of him inside her would feel so good. She was used to playing with her toys. Toys that were a lot smaller than his fingers, she realized when he pressed another finger into her, stretching her, a little orgasm of pleasure flaring through her.
Unknowingly, she moved into a submissive position as she slid her hands up, her palms flat on the sheet with her thumbs touching and her forehead resting on the bed. Stretching her back flat, she pushed her ass back, enjoying the tension in her muscles as she raised her butt a little higher, offering herself to him.
Jackson’s breath caught in his throat as she submitted to him. He slid his hands up her silky back to her shoulders then down and around, filling each palm with a plump breast. He massaged them, his hands opening and closing on the soft mounds, and then he pinched her nipples, his lust rising when he increased the pressure and heard her soft wails of pleasure. Releasing her nipples, he stroked his hands down to her mound. Gently, he used the index finger of each hand to spread her swollen lips open then pressed the head of his cock into her.
For the first time in years he felt his control slipping and hesitated, his body demanding he bury himself in her, his mind warning him to resist her Siren’s call. His need for her won as every cell in his body focused on the clenching of her pussy around the head of his cock. “Angel, I’m not going to stop. I can’t.”
“Please, I don’t want you to stop, Jackson. Please.”
He pushed deeper into her, fighting for each inch he gained as she tightened around him, squeezing his cock. Her slick channel tightened, trying to keep him out while she moaned and begged him to fuck her. He slid his arm around her waist then planted his right hand on the bed next to her head.
Jenna pulled her hand back and covered Jackson’s hand as she pressed her back up against his chest. “Hold me tight, Jackson, really tight.” A tremor of pleasure swept through her as he slid his left arm between her breasts, grasped her right shoulder, and lifted her up against his chest, restraining her as he dropped his head to the back of her neck, His hot breath flowed over her sensitive neck, causing a rush of goose bumps to form on her shoulders and down her spine. A zing of pleasure flowed from her hardened nipples straight to her clit as he pushed deeper into her then pulled back, scraping over the walls of her channel. Feeling him withdraw, she begged him, “No, no, Jackson, ple—”
“Hold on, angel.”
He withdrew until only the tip of his shaft remained in her then plunged forward, the large head of his cock opening her for his invasion, scraping over and waking the nerves in her pussy to a screaming awareness. His invasion forced her to accept him until his pelvis was pressed tight against her ass. His groans of pleasure triggered an explosion of pleasure that rushed through her, shaking her, tearing her apart then recreating her. “Jackson, oh, yes, yesss—”
His groans rumbled against her back as he rocked against her, pulling out then tunneling back in, again and again. Holding her still, he fucked her. Sharp moans of pleasure escaped her lips as he began thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. His hand tightened on her shoulder as he pushed deeper into her and froze as his cock swelled and hardened. A long moan of pleasure rumbled from him as she felt the warmth of his cum fill the tip of the condom. The excitement of feeling him come triggered another orgasm as her muscles clamped down on his cock, holding him prisoner.
With the muscles in his arm shaking, Jackson pressed his weight against Jenna’s back. “Down,” he said, flattening her to the mattress, his big body caging her as he continued to rock his hips against her.
Turning her face to him, Jenna spread kisses wherever she could reach him. When he pressed his neck against her lips, she sucked on the spot below his ear, leaving her mark on him.
Jackson slid his hand beneath her and stroked his fingers over the tattoo of his entwined initials. He slid two fingers into her slit, trapping her clit between them, and gave it a little pinch as he dropped his weight onto her, restraining her with his body. “Come for me, angel, now.”
Jackson stroked gently over her clit with the tip of his finger, feeling her tremble with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Are you okay, angel?”
“Good. So good,” she mumbled as her eyes began to close. “Love you, Jackson.”
Jackson stiffened as he heard her words. When her body became boneless beneath his, he moved beside her then pulled her onto her side and against him. He ran his hand over her ass, feeling the small raised welts on her soft flesh. He had been careful with her and he knew by morning they would be gone. All that would be left was a slight soreness that she would enjoy whenever she sat down tomorrow. A reminder of their one and only night together he told himself as sanity returned.
No matter how much he wanted to keep her, he knew after having her that he was exactly like his father. Just the thought of another man touching Jenna prodded his temper. For the first time in his life he wanted to own a woman and he knew to his soul that his jealousy would eventually destroy her love for him. Remembering the sound of his parents fighting and his mother crying, he knew he didn’t want that for Jenna. When the room began to lighten with the rising sun, he placed a soft kiss on the tattoo on her mound then rose, covered her with the sheet, and left her room.
* * * *
After showering and dressing in his own room, Jackson went to the kitchen and watched as Jane prepared a breakfast tray for Jenna. Leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest and his long legs crossed at the ankles, he waited until it was prepared to his satisfaction then took it to her room. As soon as he opened the door, the scent of their lovemaking filled his senses and his cock stirred to life. He forced it under his control as he set the tray on the bedside table, reminded himself what he was about to do was for Jenna’s own good, and then shook her shoulder. As soon as she rolled onto her back, she groaned with pain then wiggled with pleasure and his cock reacted. Cursing, he put on his game face, forcing himself into the part of a man who had gotten what he’d wanted the night before. When Jenna looked at him, she wouldn’t see a man who felt like a part of him was about to be torn away, leaving a gaping wound that would never heal.
Jenna opened her eyes, a quick smile curving her lips as she saw Jackson. Stretching, she felt a mixture of pain as her sore butt rubbed against the sheet beneath her and pleasure as her pelvic muscles tightened as she sat up. Letting the sheet fall to her waist, feeling her nipples harden when the cooler air hit them, she dropped her eyes to his belt. “Hey, babe. I was dreaming about you.” Sending him a wicked, flirty little glance, she licked her lips then reached out and ran a peach-colored fingertip along the top edge of his belt.
“No time for that this morning, Jenna.” He stepped back then pointed to the tray on the table. “I’ve brought you breakfast and now I have horses to feed.”
Rising to her knees, she shuffled toward him. “If you give me a minute I’ll get dressed and go with you.” Smiling, she reached toward him again, intending to give him a hug, but he stepped back as he grabbed her wrists and held them away from him.
“Whoa, there, pet. Last night was really hot and I know you enjoyed our time together as much as I did, but it was just a one-off.” Shaking his head, he forced his lips to curve into a careless grin. “But, if you decide you want some more tonight you’re welcome to join me. My room’s next door. I should be home by one, maybe two. It depends on how long Kelly keeps me in her bed.” Seeing the devastation his careless words caused, and feeling sick inside, he released her wrists then shoved his hands into his pockets.
Blushing, then paling, Jenna grabbed the sheet and covered herself. She scooted to the other side of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor. Tears flooded her eyes, and her lower lip trembled as she looked at him. “You called me your angel.” She swallowed, trying to silence the sobs that tightened her throat. “Jackso—”
Unable to bear another second of the pain he was causing her, he reached for the tray and began uncovering the plates on it. Hoping he could get out of the room without more harsh words passing between them, he reached for his hat and moved to the door. “Better eat before it gets cold.”
“Were you just slumming, Jackson? Is that what last night was all about? The rich guy screwing the fat girl from the poor side of town?”
His hand tightened on the edge of the door, anchoring himself to it to keep from going to her as her words cut into him. To him she was, and always would be, the most beautiful, fascinating woman in the world. He didn’t give a flying fuck that people said she was from the wrong side of town although he hated hearing her say those things about herself. He didn’t dare tell her that though. The knowledge would trigger her curiosity and he knew Jenna could be relentless when she was faced with a puzzle.
The entire purpose of this hellish morning was to point her in another direction, away from him. He tightened his fingers on the doorframe then forced himself to step out of the room. He closed the door behind him then turned to find Addison leaning against the wall across from Jenna’s room. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched him, her periwinkle-blue eyes narrowed and glowing with blue fire.
“What have you done, Jackson?” Her voice was quiet but full of venom, the Irish accent so strong that it took him a moment to understand what she had asked him.
“Stay out of this, Addison.”
He knew she heard the sound of crying coming from Jenna’s room. He saw her glare at him then suddenly her eyes glazed with tears. Addison surprised him when she pushed off from the wall, stepped over to him, and slid her arms around his waist, squeezing him as hard as she could.
Addison patted Jackson’s back then gave him another gentle hug. “It will be okay, Jackson. I’ll take care of Jenna until you’re ready to claim her. I promise.” Squeezing him one more time, she let him go, gave him a little reassuring smile, and then opened Jenna’s door and disappeared inside.
Jackson stood in the hall, listening to the sound of Addison’s voice murmuring to Jenna as she cried. He stuck his hat on his head, adjusted it until it hid his eyes, and then made himself walk away.
Chapter Four
One year later
Jenna parked her car then stared at the Ramsey ranch house. Frowning, she reminded herself that there was no way she could have refused Addison’s request that she come and stay with her during the weeks leading up to her wedding. Shaking her head, she wondered how the hell so much had happened in such a short period of time.
In less than four months, she’d gone with Addison while she’d learned about BDSM and Addison had had her first experience as a sub. During that time, Jenna had stopped lying to herself and had finally admitted to herself that she was submissive. Then, Addison had become Cade’s sub, had been kidnapped by the head of a drug cartel, almost sold into slavery, returned to Cade by the head of another drug cartel, and now she was marrying Cade. And that, she told herself, is how she had let Addison talk her into staying with her at the Ramsey ranch, even though Jackson lived here. Sighing, she got out of her car and climbed the steps of the porch to the front door and knocked on it. When it was flung open, she jumped in surprise and let Addison grab her hand and drag her inside.
“Jenna, I can’t believe you’re finally here.”
“Addison, we've spoken on the phone every day for the last two weeks,” Jenna reminded her as soon as Addison stopped screaming and bouncing around the entryway with excitement.
“I know, but it's not the same. Now you're here and staying for three weeks to help me plan my wedd—”
“Our wedding,” Cade said. “Hello, Jenna.”
“Hi, Cade,” Jenna said, fascinated with the changes in Cade. He was actually smiling. It worried her.
“Yes, our wedding.” Addison gr
inned at her then mouthed, “Totally my wedding.”
“I saw that, brat. I'll let you two get the talking out.”
Jenna watched as he gave Addison a little smacking kiss then swatted her on the bottom and walked away.
“I'll deal with you later, baby.”
“Lovely. I'll look forward to it.” Addison grinned as she winked at Jenna.
Cade laughed then disappeared back into his den as Jackson walked out of the dining room, saw Jenna, and froze in mid-step. When he frowned her way, she lifted her brows then ignored him. He growled then stalked back into the dining room.
Blushing, Jenna looked away and Addison giggled then got a scheming glint in her eyes. “I’ve got a book that might help you with Jackson.”
“A book? Addison, I don’t think a book is going to fix what’s wrong with that man.”
“Well, really it’s more of a self-help pamphlet. Maggie gave it to me. It’s called ‘How to Train Your Horse’ and I’ve found it works on Cade very well.”
Jenna giggled then smiled. “Oh, my god, Addison, you haven’t? Have you?”
Addison nodded, smiled, and then quoted Mifsud. “Men are like fine wine. They all start out like grapes and it’s our job to stomp them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you’d like to have dinner with…without getting caught, of course.” Laughing, they turned and walked toward the staircase.
Jackson came out of the dining room again, crammed his hat on his head, and then cut across the hallway in front of them as he headed for the back door.
Jenna watched him, her eyes glued to his jean-covered butt.
* * * *
Jackson had waited months for this moment—ever since Cade had told him the truth about their real parents. Learning that their father had been a decent man who had coped with an unfaithful, alcoholic wife for years before making the decision to leave her had been the greatest relief of his life. The knowledge had freed him and gotten him to thinking about Jenna and how he could get her to forgive him. He knew her well enough to know that asking her to forgive him would never work. She would accept his apology and then walk away. She was a woman who needed careful but strict handling. Better yet, she was a submissive with a masochistic twist who needed a Dom with a sadistic streak and that made him what she needed. Deciding there was no time like the present to put his plan into action, he said, “I can feel your eyes on my ass, Jenna.” He took another step thinking she was going to let him go then froze and grinned when he heard her snort with derision. Gotcha, he thought.
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