by Rue Volley
Liv stepped up and wrapped her arm into Sam’s just in time. I chugged my champagne down and laughed, it was nervous laughter. I had made a terrible mistake. I had left the apartment feeling all badass, and here I was, feeling all me—again. I should have known better.
“Oh—and who is this exquisite creature?”
Liv smiled as Jack took her free hand and kissed it. Sam cleared his throat.
“This is Liv; she is my date for the evening.”
Liv smiled, her eyes floating over to meet mine. I returned her joyous reaction to Sam’s admission by holding my champagne glass up to her. It was fine, I wish that she knew how I felt and would stop acting like I had staked a claim on Sam. I didn’t and I never would.
“So—did you bring a date?”
I swallowed and shook my glass at him as he studied it and touched his bottom lip with thumb. Screw you, Jack, seriously. Knock it off.
“Well, I could be better companionship than the champagne if you like.” He held his arm out to me and I hesitated. Did I want to do this? It took me about three seconds to totally accept that I did. I took his arm and he led me off as easily as ever.
I stood on the edge of the yacht and watched the water as it slowly moved beneath us. There was something so peaceful about the ocean. Home. Comforting. Secure.
The smell of the water and the sun playing off of the slow rolling waves added to the beauty of the moment. That and the settling champagne proved to calm my nerves, giving me strength to face this demon in my life, once and for all.
I felt a hand on my back, a thumb move slowly. He stepped up next to me and handed me a glass as I turned to face him. He looked so—delicious. As usual. What did I expect? Did he ever look bad? No. I don’t know if it was possible.
He spoke to me. His voice calm.“I have no idea how you made it here without a date.”
I smiled and took a slow drink, never taking my eyes off of his. “Pawnless endgame.”
Jack tilted his head and leaned on the smooth silver railing.
“What is that?”
“Chess. It’s when you are at the point in a game where all of the pawns are gone and it is down to the main players.”
Jack nodded to me as he studied my lips. It teased me and sent a small wave of pleasure across them. He let his blue eyes lock onto mine. “So, you like chess, it’s a game of skill and patience.”
“I always loved chess. I used to play it with my dad. It was the one game he enjoyed.”
“I know you lost your father.” He said as he eyed the waves. I stared at him; he had taken the time to learn something about me, something more than how he drove me to the point of insanity with his sexual cravings and tortured me as he came and went in my life.
“When I was seventeen. I don’t think I will ever get over it, fully.”
“And me?” he asked as he turned toward me.
“And you, what, Jack?”
He sighed. “Did you get over me?”
I paused, of course he had to know that I hadn’t gotten over him, I didn’t think that I ever would.
“You didn’t die, Jack, my dad did.”
He reached down and let his fingers trace the top of my hand. “You don’t have to bury a body to have them dead to you, Abigail.”
He was right, as usual. I couldn’t help but think that it may be a reference to Rose. I took a small breath and asked what I needed too. The thought of it had weighed heavy on my mind.
“She—I mean, Rose, she had the same scar on her finger as I do, Jack. Did you place it there?”
He turned to face me and reached up to touch my cheek. I should have moved away from him, but his eyes locked me into position. Not that it was the first time that he was able to hold me without a single restraint.
“I am curious as to why you went to see her.”
His twisted turn with my question bothered me. “I needed to see her, I guess, to make her real to me.”
“Am I real to you, Abigail?” he whispered as he leaned forward. His lips looked so inviting. I missed his kiss, his embrace. How he held me down without even trying. I longed for it. I bit my lip and he watched me. He enjoyed how he pushed me and I always wanted more.
“You tell me, Jack. According to you, I don’t belong in your world.”
The words came out harsh, but they had to be said. It was something that had festered in me and poisoned his memory. He stopped moving his fingers and turned toward the sea. The breeze moved his hair around as it did my own. If I had pushed him too far, then so be it. All boundaries seemed to be brokenanyway.
“I did stitch her up, Abigail, but it wasn’t like that; it wasn’t like it was between us.”
“Did she ask you to do it or did you offer?”
He looked down and then turned his head. His eyes met mine laced with curiosity.
“She asked me, better?”
I sighed. It wasn’t. The only thing it did was stir up more questions in me because he never offered more than just the minimum of the truth. I couldn’t stand it.
“Did you—I mean, with her?”
He turned and moved my hair behind my ear. “Abigail, no.”
I looked down and he lifted my chin with his fingers. “The past isn’t a mirror; it’s an echo of who we once were.”
“Am I the past to you, Jack? I need to know. If so, I will leave and this whole thing can just fade into memory.”
He moved toward me.
“What happens when all of the pawns are removed from the game? I’ve never been there before, Abigail.”
I smiled and turned to look out at the sea. I shook my head, leave it up to Jack to smoothly transition back into the original conversation. “Well, my dad said that once you reach the endgame, things get serious, and you have to really think about what move to make next. I mean—you don’t want to lose your queen.”
Jack took a deep breath and stepped toward me. “No, losing a queen would be painful, cost me the game, and I am not one for losing.” His fingers gently touched my exposed shoulder. I took a small breath and tried to act as if I was in complete control, but it was only in words. My body wanted him, badly.
I turned toward him. “I removed all of my pawns, Jack. Your turn.”
He leaned in and I walked away, not allowing him to kiss me. He straightened up and turned toward me. He placed his elbow on the railing as he watched my hips sway from side to side. He bit his lip as I stopped and barely turned to look back at him. My eyes soft, my face emotionless. The champagne had been a gift from the Goddess herself and I was grateful for it. He reached up and took his coat off. Dropping it on the deck. I turned and looked him over.
“What are you doing?”
He started to walk toward me, dropping his tie and reaching up to unbutton the top of his shirt.
“Relaxing. I was feeling a little—constricted.”
I swallowed as he stepped around behind me. He reached out and let his fingertip run from the base of my neck, down my back and then stopped at the top of the curve in my lower back. I felt the tremor rise; it wasn’t nerves, it was him. Always him.
“So tell me, if I remove the pawns, what do I get?”
I took a small breath and looked down. I felt my hands and then spoke in an even tone. I had initiated the game this time, so I needed to play as if I meant to win it.
“Me—if that’s what you want.”
He turned me around to face him, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up, carrying me back into his private quarters, kissing me along the way. He stopped at the doorway and I pulled my lips away from his. No easy task.
“I’m not ready, for everything—yet.”
“I will make you scream my name, Abigail.”
“Jack...” he kissed me harder as he kicked the door closed behind us.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HOMECOMING
I sat on the bed and watched as Jack stood before me. He rolled up his sleeves a
nd reached out, very slowly with one hand as he lifted my chin and made me look at him.
“I want to show you something.”
I paused and then spoke to him, I had to know. “What?”
He sighed and let his fingers move against my jaw. “Restraint.”
“I’m trying.”
He brushed his hand along my cheek. “No—not you.”
I nodded to him as he pulled me up and spun me around. I sucked in my breath as he bent me over the bed and lowered to his knees. I bit into my finger. He placed his hands at the base of my dress and started to push it up, his hands caressing my legs, then my thighs and finally he pushed the material up over my hips and paused as he stared at my black lace panties. I closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed the base of my back. I shook; he noticed as he always does. He closed his eyes, moving down, his breath lingering and penetrating the lace as I tried my very best to control my breathing. He stopped as his teeth bit into my lace and he pulled on it, growling as he let it go.
“My God, I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you, Abigail Watson.”
I rolled over and stared up at him. “Then take me, Jack.”
He flipped me back over and held me there, I didn’t want to fight him.
“Not yet—don’t tempt me.”
“But I want this, I do. I know that now.”
Jack paused as he leaned against me. I could feel how hard he was and my heart was pounding in my chest.
“Are you familiar with Tantric practices?” he asked me in a half whisper. I couldn’t tell if he was being seductive or if he was so flustered he could barely talk to me. He leaned his forehead against my back and let his warm breath out, it gently glided over my skin and spread out on my sides. My body shook and he grinned. “Stop that, it drives me crazy.”
I couldn’t help but let the grin curl the edge of my lip, it was nice to know that I could make him feel the same way that he had always made me feel. He had never shown me this much before and it was setting me on fire. His vulnerability with me was starting to show through, and it gave me more confidence in my decision to just lay the truth out before him.
“Tantric, that’s the art of having sex for extended periods of time, right?”
“Hours,” he said as he opened his eyes and placed his fingers on my bare back. He moved them down very slowly, feeling my skin, soaking me in, then he placed his fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting me—savoring everything about me. He touched me again, the wetness making me shudder. He smiled as he reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed one piece of ice. He slowly placed it to my spine as I jumped.
“Oh, Jack!”
He continued to move it down, lower and lower until the water started to pool in the base of my back. He lowered his face and stuck his tongue out, letting the tip of it taste the liquid. He closed his eyes until he had drunk every last sip. He flipped me over, spreading my legs as he lay on top of me. I stared up at him, my eyes glossy and completely engulfed in him. He moved his hips very slowly, rotating them against me. I parted my lips, tilting my head back. He leaned in, placing his chin on mine, his lips parted as he watched on. My pleasure his only focus now. I closed my eyes and whispered one word to him. “Yes.” He sighed. “Not more?” I shook my head. He wouldn’t trick me this time.
He moved down me, keeping his body against my own and finally rested with his face hovering above my black lace. He licked his bottom lip, grabbing a small piece of ice and placed it between his teeth. Jack grabbed the side of my panties and untied the black ribbon that held them on me. He pulled them off as I delicately rotated my hips. I was so excited that I could explode at any moment. He pushed my legs further apart and I turned my head. Ready to accept him in all ways.
He leaned up, pushing my legs up with him and spread me even wider. I had no will to fight him; there was no fight left in me.
He lowered his face, between my legs, and with one fluid motion, he shoved the small piece of ice inside of me with his tongue. He closed his eyes, wanting to stay there, but followed his promise of restraint as he backed away. I cried out as the ice lay inside of me, the sensation of it one I had never felt before. An odd blend of burning pain and waves of pleasure. I contracted and squeezed it tight as Jack grabbed my wrists and held them down. Then he leaned in and let his tongue rotate on my clit.
“Please—please…” I said as I arched my back. He continued on as the ice started to melt. He moaned, allowing the vibration to add to his stimulation. I rotated my hips and he stayed with me. Then as the twitching began, and my stomach tightened, he leaned up and slid one finger into me, careful to not go too far, he was saving me, and I knew that now. I knew that when he took me and slid inside that it would be all of him, everything that he could offer to me. He added a second finger as I hissed, then a third. The pain rose as he spread me open, not enough to damage me but enough to send waves of pain racing up to combine with the rising orgasm. He leaned down and lapped at me, drinking the water and savoring me.
“You taste so sweet, Abigail, I could eat you all night.” I reached out to either side, staring up at the mirrored ceiling, watching him devour me with his mouth. Then he pulled his fingers out of me and slid one into my ass as his mouth returned to my clit, furiously stimulating it as his finger moved in and out, his pace quickened and he added a second finger as I hissed. My back arched, I moved away but he stayed with me. He refused to let me escape this. My head fell back, over the edge of the bed, hair flowing to the floor. Then his tongue slowed, as did the pumping of his fingers into my ass. My eyes rolled and then closed. He placed one hand to my tight stomach and laughed under his breath.
“Come, now.” He said to me as he shoved his fingers deeper into me and bit into my clit, his growling only intensified everything. I rose up, my mouth open, sweat beading on my face as his piercing blue eyes looked up at me, so seductive.
“Please—take me, Jack—please.” I said as my chest rose and fell, I refused to come, I wanted more and he knew it.
He pulled his fingers out and produced a new toy, something that I didn’t recognize. It looked like thick string with black balls spaced out on it. His eyebrow rose.
“Ask me, Abigail. Ask me to use this.” I paused. “What is it?” He grinned. “Anal beads.”
I bit into my lip and nodded to him. “No—I need to hear it. Say it.”
I spoke, but my words came out so small and meek. I couldn’t help it, I was so ready for him to ravage me, it was all that I could think about.
“I want you to use that…”
He licked his lip. “Say—put that in my ass, Jack. Shove it inside of me.”
I swallowed hard. “Put it in my ass—please. Shove it inside of me.”
He flipped me over and I cried out as he spread my legs and rubbed the beads with his hands. They looked shiny, as shiny as vinyl. He placed the first ball to my opening and then pressed it in with his thumb as I buried my face into the bed. “Ahhhh.” I groaned as he stopped and placed his hand on my side and gently rubbed it. “Are you okay baby?”
“Yes.” I said as I grit my teeth and he placed the next ball at my opening. He used his thumb to put it inside of me. I grabbed the sheet and my fingers became white. “Oh my God.”
He stopped. “Do you want me to pull them out?”
I shook my head and then placed my chin on the bed, closing my eyes. “Keep going.” I whispered as he looked back down and placed the next one to my opening. “Last one baby.” I nodded, biting into my finger as he shoved the last ball into me. I cried out, my hips moved and he watched me squirm with anticipation. He turned me over and kept my legs spread. He crawled on top of me, his eyes soaking me in. I could feel them in me and it felt so good. The pain mixed with my heightened sense of needing him to take me further than he had before. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and eyed them before he let his eyes return to me. I took a breath and nodded, giving him permission. Not that I would be able to deny him anyway.
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He placed one to my wrist and tightened it, the clicking excited me. He jerked my hand up and thread it through the headboard and secured my other wrist. I moved a little, but it was only from the excitement of being constrained. He paused, placing his thumb to his bottom lip and then lowering his fingers to my chest. He gently traced them between my breasts, stopping as he suddenly cupped one and leaned in as he sucked at my hardened nipple. I moaned, jerking on the handcuffs and he enjoyed it. It caused him to bite into it and pull my nipple upward, just enough to make me hiss. I refused to ask him to stop. It felt too good to end it. His eyes glinted with his approval. Mischievous as always.
He pulled his lips from me and leaned up. His hand rose and he cupped my face.
“What can I do for you?”
I sighed. “Make me...” he smiled. “What?” I bit into my lip. “Come—please.”
“Really—how badly do you need me to do that?”
“Don’t tease me, Jack.”
“Abigail, you and I both know that you crave this part of it. The tease is what draws you to me.”
He reached down, between my legs and moved his thumb against my humming clit. I bit my lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, as he refused to stop watching me. He enjoyed seeing my reactions to him almost more than achieving his own climax. “Beg me.” He growled as his thumb stopped. I moved my hips, hoping he would continue on as my pussy ached for him and the anal beads in my ass begged to be toyed with.
“Please.” I whispered.
“You are going to have to do better than that, Abigail.”
He reached down and tugged on the beads. I growled as my back arched and my hips bucked a little. He placed a hand to my tightening stomach and felt the muscles contract.
“Orgasms are a funny thing, they rise up and make you lose all control.”
“I—I want to lose control, Jack.”
His fingers stopped moving and he reached down and started to stimulate my clit again. I parted my lips, unable to speak as the orgasm started to creep up again.
“Submit to me Abigail, tell me that I own this.” He moved down and spread my legs, lowering to my clit and licking it, one lap at a time as the sweat continued to bead on my chest. My nipples hardened, my stomach became rock hard as my legs shook. He grabbed the string and started to pull on it.
