by Sky Corgan
“We need to talk,” I began, my voice showing no signs of warmth.
“I'm sorry about the school not going well,” he apologized. “It's important that you be able to please me—”
“Oh shove it,” I cut him off. “You pretend like this marriage is all about you. Well, it's not. You don't realize how hard this has all been for me. I had to leave my home, a life that I love, a man whom I love, just to come be with you.” The words came out as sharp as daggers, but the only person they were cutting was me. It sounded like a stranger's voice, telling me of all I had lost. “And now you want me to become some sex puppet just so that pathetic little shit between your legs will be happy.”
Jack's mouth was agape when I finally finished, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the moving vehicle and end it all. There had been no filter between my mouth and my brain when I spoke. I had lost all politeness, all the courtesies that had been painstakingly ingrained into me throughout the years, and now, I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
“I'm . . . I'm sorry,” Jack stuttered, not knowing what else to say.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “If you want me to learn BDSM, you're just going to have to teach me yourself. There's not going to be anymore sending me off.”
“Alright,” he agreed finally. “You seem really upset right now. Let's just get you back to my parents' house, and we'll talk about this more tomorrow.”
When Jack's parents greeted me at the door to their mansion, I tried to show them the utmost respect. Luckily, it was late, and no one was in the mood for conversation. With a quick goodnight, I went up to the guest room and laid across the bed, just wanting to sleep so that I could start the next day anew.
During the daytime, I did my best to play the happy charade around Jack's mother. She didn't ask why I had returned so early from my 'vacation,' and I was thankful. Apparently, I was entitled to the same level of discretion they gave Jack.
When Jack got off work, he swung by the mansion for a family dinner. I was quiet, as usual, observing more than I was speaking. Nothing seemed to have changed since I was gone. Jack and his father talked about business, while Jack's mother wanted to discuss my wedding dress, which she had taken the liberty of picking out herself.
I could not care less about the wedding. All I wanted was for it to be over so that I could go back to college and continue on with my life, pretending that Jack was somehow a part of it.
After dinner, Jack asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for a while. Part of me wanted to say no. I was scared of what he wanted to talk about after my outburst in the limo. My courage had sailed away on the morning breeze, and all I had been left with was numbness. Still, I knew that discussing what had happened was unavoidable, and it was better to get it over with so that hopefully the awkwardness between us could die down a bit.
I stared out the passenger's side window of the Lamborghini as we drove to Jack's mansion, avoiding conversation as best I could. He made some comment about the weather, and I grunted in reply, knowing that my childish actions were only adding to the tension between us.
When we got to Jack's mansion, he walked me inside to the living room. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“Water,” I replied, taking a seat on one of the plush recliners.
Jack returned with two bottles of water, handed one to me, and then sat down on the sofa across for me, running his hand through his hair, looking more nervous than I had ever seen him before. “You're still pissed at me, aren't you?”
I sighed. “I don't know.”
“I really thought that you would learn something from the school,” Jack began, and I could tell that he didn't know where he was going with it.
“I did learn something from the school. I learned that you don't know anything about me, and that you didn't care to learn anything about me before you sent me there.”
“That's not exactly what I meant.” Jack scratched the back of his neck. The pained look on his face was exquisite, as if he would rather be anywhere else than discussing this with me now.
“I also learned that this arranged marriage isn't as important to me as I once thought it was.”
“Melita, I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it. Why don't we start over? You're going to be my wife, and we need to make this work.”
“Jack, aren't you the least bit worried that we're going to get married, and you're not going to be happy? That neither one of us are going to be happy? Doesn't that bother you at all?”
“Of course it bothers me.” He leaned back against the sofa. “I want this to work out for us—want us both to be happy.”
“Then how do we get there from here? Because I'm not happy, and I know that you're not happy either.” My tone softened.
“I don't know.” He shook his head in frustration. “I'm not used to . . . girls like you.”
“And I'm not used to guys like you, so that makes us even. We need to find some middle ground.”
“I know. What do you suggest?”
I thought about it. “Well, tell me what's important to you, and I'll tell you what's important to me. Maybe we can start from there.”
“I'm not sure what you mean.”
“Well, for instance, you said that me learning about BDSM is important to you. But it's important to me that you be the one who teaches me. I'd also like to know why it's so important to you. You've been incredibly vague.”
“It's not something I like talking about,” Jack admitted.
“I'm going to be your wife. That means not keeping secrets from each other.”
“It's just.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair again. I could tell that even mentioning it made him uncomfortable. “Would you be open to having sex before the wedding?”
“Yes, but only if you're willing to tell me.”
Jack nodded, avoiding my eyes as he contemplated it. “Alright. I'll tell you after we have sex.”
A ball of nervousness began to build inside my stomach, wondering when he would actually want to have sex. The thought of sleeping with him before the wedding was a bit daunting, but if it helped to strengthen our shattered relationship, then I was willing to give it a go. Even though I wasn't particularly pleased with Jack right now, I still found him incredibly attractive, lust-inducing even.
“Jack, how many girls have you been with?” I asked curiously.
My question seemed to startle him, and he hesitated before answering, “Four.”
There was no way that was an honest answer. Jack Kemble, multibillionaire sex symbol who dated dozens of Hollywood starlets, couldn't possibly have ever only had sex with four women.
“Really?” I couldn't hide the disbelief from my voice.
“Really.” He was dead serious. “Does that make you feel any better about me? I'm sure you think I'm vile and impure.” His eyes darkened.
“I never said I thought you were vile and impure.” I tried not to be offended.
“What do you think of me, Melita Rickard?” Jack pierced me with his gaze, and I knew that the mood for the rest of the evening depended on what I said next.
I searched for the right answer, but nothing came to mind, so I decided to go with honest instead, whatever the consequence would be. “I think you're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. I think you're charismatic and kind. But I also think that you're not as confident as you let on.”
He smirked. “You're a good judge of character. Now, let's take care of that virginity problem.”
I wasn't sure if I was ready, but I had already told Jack that I wouldn't make him wait, so there was no point in postponing it. Quietly, he stood and offered me his hand, and I allowed him to lead me down the hallway to the dungeon. For a moment, I thought about hesitating, but when he opened the door, I stepped inside, taking in the disconcerting ambiance.
Everything was exactly how I remembered it. Not a chain had been tampered with, or a paddle removed from the
wall.
I turned, and my breath hitched as I realized that Jack was standing right behind me, so close that we were practically touching. His blue eyes enveloped me as I looked up at him, and before I could even remember to breathe, Jack's lips were touching mine. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and gentle for all his unpleasant intentions, and I found my body relaxing.
“Are you scared?” he asked after pulling away.
“No.” I couldn't tell if I was lying or not, but I chose not to be afraid.
“Good.” Jack pushed my long black hair away from my shoulders and urged me to tilt my head so that he could kiss my neck. The fluttery kisses that he placed on my skin were soft and affectionate, far too delicate for a man who only wished to inflict pain upon me.
His hands fell to the front of my blouse, and he began unfastening the buttons one at a time. I stood, frozen like a statue, trying to enjoy Jack's touch but so overwhelmed by the suddenness of everything that was going on. When my blouse was fully unbuttoned, I helped to shrug it off onto the floor. Without hesitation, his hands went to unbuckle my belt next, and with that task finished, he unfastened my jeans.
“Take your shoes off,” Jack whispered before stepping away from me.
I watched him undress as I slipped out of my ballerina flats and pulled my jeans down the rest of the way. Jack's lean muscular body was appealing to the eyes, hairless and fit. While he wasn't broad like Liam, I found his swimmers build very attractive.
There was no shortness of loving kisses as our bodies came together. The only thing separating us was our undergarments, and I could feel Jack's cock pressing hard against his boxers.
He reached around me and unclasped my bra, pulling it down over my arms and tossing it haphazardly onto the pile of my clothing. I felt no shame being exposed to him, though I still yearned for the warmth of his body to cover me.
For a moment, Jack stared at my naked breasts, and I blushed, though I wasn't sure why. It was still hard for me to believe that he had only been intimate with four other women, but if it were true, then that would explain the look of appreciative wonder on his face.
I gasped as Jack wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me into the air, burying his face between my breasts while he carried me to a black leather upholstered saw horse in one corner of the room. Lost in the moment, I ran my hands through Jack's hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers as I tilted my head back, fully exposing myself to his torrent of lustful kisses. He fondled my breasts roughly, teasing my nipples between his fingertips while he took turns with them, sucking and lapping.
“Oh, Jack,” I whispered, wanting so much more.
To my disappointment, he pulled away then, rushing to grab some padded manacles that hung from the ceiling. I watched curiously as he came back to me, pulling them along. Jack grasped my wrists one at a time and fastened them into the cuffs.
“I'm going to raise you up,” he explained.
“Alright.” I was too excited to object. While the idea of learning BDSM from the school had been daunting, learning it from Jack was somehow arousing. His lessons seemed purely hands-on.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, and I did, walking to the center of the room. “Stay,” Jack told me before going to the wall to turn a crank which lifted both of my arms into the air. It felt strange being held there, practically hanging, at Jack's mercy.
He returned to worship my breasts some more, giving them each ample attention. I loved the lusty look in his eyes as he sucked on and teased my nipples. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the gentle pressure of his teeth and the lavishing effect of his tongue felt exquisite, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my clit. My only complaint was that I couldn't touch him. I rather enjoyed holding him against me while he ravaged my chest. It had made things feel somehow more intimate.
After a few moments, Jack stepped back, breathless from his efforts. I grinned down at the tent in his boxers, eager to see what I was marrying into. As if reading my mind, he slid them over his hips, disrobing the rest of the way. His eyes flitted up to mine, sensing that I was judging him, and I gave him a warm smile, letting him know that I liked what I saw.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Very.” I tried not to seem too eager.
Jack stepped up to me again, hooking his hands into the waistband of my panties to pull them down. I spread my legs to make it easier for him, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach with the realization that we were now both naked.
“I'm going to put restraints on your ankles and hoist you into the air. If it's uncomfortable, let me know,” he said, going to a cabinet in the corner of the room to take something out from one of the drawers.
The item didn't look like a restraint at all, and it wasn't until he came back to me that I realized what it was, some kind of thick leather half corset that left my breasts exposed. Jack fastened it around my waist, tugging on two handles that were stitched into the sides to make sure that it was secure.
“What's this?” I asked, thinking about how strange it looked.
“You'll see.” He grinned at me before hooking two more chains into the handles and then going back to the cabinet for the leather ankle restraints.
Once I was fully restrained, Jack turned a crank on the wall, and my breath hitched as my feet lifted off the ground. I tried not to make a sound as he maneuvered several different levers and cranks until I was laying on my back in midair with my legs spread, my head slightly elevated above the rest of my body so that I could see what he was doing.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Jack came back to me, pressing his hands against my thighs and burying his face into my sex. I groaned as his tongue penetrated my hole and then lapped up to my clit, pausing there to make tight circles that drove me crazy. It felt strangely embarrassing to have someone's face near my most intimate parts, but at the same time, I was too lost in the pleasure of it to care. Jack was relentless, seeming to know exactly when to lick and suck to drive me to my breaking point and when to pull away to give me a chance to breathe. Finally, he dove in for the kill, massaging my clit with his tongue until my entire body exploded into unexpected bliss.
“Mm, you taste good.” Jack straightened himself and gripped the corset by the handles to pull me closer.
One of his fingers searched for my opening and pressed inside, and my body jolted from the sudden shock of it. Jack's fingers were surprisingly thick, and I could feel them stretching me, causing a hint of pain.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“I don't like condoms,” he replied, keeping eye contact.
“I'm not on birth control,” I warned.
“I'll pull out.”
I didn't trust the idea. “What if I get pregnant?”
“I want to have children with you. You're going to be my wife.” He smiled at me, and it was the first time I felt genuine affection from him. Although I didn't plan on getting pregnant anytime soon, Jack's words melted the cold barrier that I had put up around my heart for him.
“I'm happy,” I said, trying not to get too sentimental.
“I'm glad.”
He probed the finger back and forth as gently as he could, all the while keeping my gaze. I had never realized before how beautiful Jack's eyes were. Pale blue with small flecks of gold. So unusual.
“Try to relax,” he told me as he pulled his finger out. “This is going to hurt a little.”
It felt like the understatement of the year when his glans pushed against my opening, and my whole body stiffened at the tearing pain as he forced his way inside. Once he had fully penetrated me, Jack stood still, watching my expression and waiting for my body to adjust.
“Are you alright?” he asked with a look of concern.
“Yeah. It just stings a little,” I breathed.
Slowly, Jack began rocking back and forth. The pain eased up, giving way to new pleasures that my body had never experienced before. I loved the look in Jack's eyes as
he fucked me, as if he was totally consumed and could think of nothing else but being with me.
It wasn't long before he was spent, and he pulled out to let loose on my stomach. I watched the thin stream of milky liquid spurt from his tip, landing evenly on my skin and the corset. I did my best to focus on his eyes, enjoying the look of pleasure in them. When he was done, Jack went to the cabinet for a towel to clean me off with before turning the cranks to lower me to the ground.
“How was it?” he asked as he unfastened my restraints.
“It was good.” I grinned, suddenly obsessed with watching every move that he made. His back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he knelt to release my ankles, and when he stood again, I could see traces of my blood on his cock. “How was it for you?”
“It was excellent.”
“Do you want to take a shower together?”
“I would love to.” A large smile creased the corners of Jack's lips at the suggestion, and I think at that moment, we both knew that everything would be alright.
In the shower, we spent more time kissing than we actually did getting clean. It was nice to know that Jack still wanted to be affectionate when all of the fireworks of having sex had died down. After we were toweled off and dressed, he walked me out to the car.
“It really sucks that I can't stay here,” I commented, gazing up at the moon.
“We'll have our whole lifetimes to sleep together soon,” he said with a sigh, and I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.
The drive back to Jack's parents' house was quiet, as normal, though this time my mind was busy replaying the night of passion we had instead of worrying about something that was going wrong. It was a very welcome change.
“Goodnight,” he whispered to me on the doorstep, leaning in for a kiss on the side of my mouth. I smirked at the fact that he bothered to give me a chaste kiss after all we had just done together.
That night, I slept like a rock. It was the first solid sleep I had gotten in New York. If sex was a good sleep aid, then maybe we should have it more often, I grinned deviously to myself.
