Training the Help [Hedon Falls 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Michelle Graham

  “Oh, I see,” said Garrett. “Not going to the club much anymore?”

  “Not as much, no,” Jack agreed. “Sophie, look at me.”

  She looked up automatically and saw Garrett’s smile widen. “Sophie, Garrett is a member of the club I go to in Toronto,” Jack said. “I already have several of his paintings.”

  Sophie’s brows drew together. She had never seen any paintings like this, and she was sure she’d remember something like that.

  “They’re in the playroom,” Jack replied. “You haven’t been in there yet.”

  Sophie’s cheeks flared again and she looked down, as the two men chuckled.

  “Seriously, though, Garrett, I’d like to buy this one.” He turned to Sophie. “Why don’t you look around while Garrett and I talk business.”

  Sophie nodded and began walking around to survey the artwork. It was all very striking, even though it made her think of all the things she’d like to be doing with Jack. She picked up a glass of champagne from a table near the café at the back of the gallery. It was a nice touch. People could stop in for a coffee or a bite to eat while they toured the gallery. Sophie was looking at a beautiful piece, which showed a woman standing on a balcony while a man stood behind her with his arms around her. When Sophie looked more closely, she realized that the woman was naked and the arms were merely painted on.

  “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Jack said behind her.

  Sophie turned and smiled. “Everything is so wonderful. I love the contrast here between the man’s dark skin and the woman’s pale complexion.”

  “That is what I thought, too,” said a voice with a heavy French accent.

  Sophie looked to her right and saw a young man standing there.

  “I am Justin Gauthier,” he said as he extended his hand.

  “You’re the artist,” Sophie said, as she shook his hand. “Je m’appelle Sophie. Êtes-vous québécois?”

  Justin’s eyes lit up. “Vous parlez français! Oui, je viens de Québec! Et vous?”

  “Montréal,” Sophie replied. “Justin, this is Jack Sullivan.”

  Justin and Jack shook hands, but before they could say anything else, another man came up to them.

  “Justin! I love your work,” he said loudly. “I’d love to buy them.”

  “That is very kind, Monsieur Samuels,” Justin replied. “I do not yet know—”

  “I’ll give a hundred thousand dollars for the entire collection,” Mr. Samuels said loudly as he looked around at several of the other guests who were glancing in their direction.

  “You are very generous, Monsieur,” Justin replied. “I haven’t made a decision yet.”

  “Well, take my card, please, and call me when you’re ready to talk to me,” the man said as he passed Justin a business card.

  Justin turned back to Jack. “I am sorry. He is very persistent.”

  “No problem,” Jack said. “I was thinking I’d like to buy them as well. But it seems I have some competition. Would you take two hundred and fifty for the whole collection?”

  Sophie’s jaw dropped. She had heard of people paying exorbitant amounts for artwork, but to hear someone so casually offering a quarter of a million dollars shocked her. She noticed the gallery owner, Melanie, walking toward them and watched Justin’s face light up when he saw her. It was very sweet. He took her hand and pulled her close, kissing her on the cheek.

  “Ma chérie,” he said. “Monsieur Sullivan has just offered to purchase my photographs.”

  “All of them?” Melanie asked. She looked as stunned as Sophie felt.

  “Oui. I am most happy to sell you my work,” he said to Jack. “But the piece titled Ma Beauté, Ma Vie is not for sale.”

  Jack and Sophie both looked at the painting Justin had indicated. It was the one Sophie had been admiring of the man and woman on the balcony.

  “Hey, that’s you!” Jack exclaimed to Melanie. Sophie looked at the petite gallery owner again and then at the photo and realized that Jack was right. Melanie blushed as Justin kissed her again. “Fabulous! Justin, I’ll double my offer.”

  Sophie was more shocked than she had been before. Half a million dollars? For five pictures?

  “That is very generous, Monsieur,” Justin said. “But that photograph is not for sale.”

  Justin’s arm tightened around Melanie. Ma Beauté, Ma Vie. My beauty, my life, Sophie thought. It was sweet how Justin didn’t want to part with this picture of a woman who clearly meant a lot to him. She was slightly envious.

  “I see,” Jack said. “Would you be willing to do a commissioned piece?”

  “I would be willing to do that, yes,” Justin replied.

  Jack took out his wallet and handed Justin a business card. “Call me on Monday, and we’ll make arrangements.”

  “Merci, Monsieur. It would be my pleasure.”

  Jack and Justin shook hands once more before the older man led Sophie away. When Sophie glanced back, she saw Justin and Melanie locked together in a passionate embrace and she smiled. It was nice to see people in love. Sophie didn’t say much as she and Jack mingled, but his hand at the small of her back as he guided her sent shivers through her constantly. When he steered her toward another of Garrett’s paintings, the extra pressure he exerted against her spine was delicious.

  “Look at that one,” he said in a low voice as he moved Sophie in front of him.

  Sophie looked at the painting. In this one, a woman was tied spread-eagle on a large wooden X. A man knelt in front of her, his hands holding her breasts and his face between her legs. A rush of warmth flooded Sophie’s body. She was so horny right now. Jack put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her against him. She could feel his erection against the top of her ass and gasped. Clearly, he was just as turned on as she was.

  “Do you like this one?” he whispered against her ear.

  Sophie shivered. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I have a cross like this in my playroom.”

  She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her. Her body felt as though it was on fire and her clit throbbed with need. She had loved it when Jack tied her up the other day. She could imagine how it would feel to be strapped to that cross, helpless and vulnerable, and it sent a new wave of desire through her. She was trembling against Jack and she could hear the hitch in his breathing as they stood there. Finally, he moved away and took her hand.

  “We’re leaving.”

  Chapter Nine

  The tension in the limousine on the drive home was nearly unbearable. Sophie’s hormones were in high gear. She wanted him so badly and the anticipation of what he would do with her tonight was overwhelming. Her head spun, her nipples were painfully hard, and she felt like a tightly coiled wire on the verge of springing loose. Jack said nothing, though Sophie could see he was clenching and unclenching his fist against his leg the entire way.

  The drive seemed to take forever, but at last they pulled up in front of the house. Jack practically dragged Sophie up the stairs and into the house. Once the door had closed behind them, they stood in the foyer, staring at each other and breathing hard. Jack made the first move, coming suddenly over to her and grabbing her hair, which actually hurt quite a lot because of the updo, but she loved the feeling and willed him to pull harder. He yanked her head back so she was looking up at him. His face hovered just inches from hers.

  “I want to take you to my playroom,” he said. “Are you okay with that?”

  Sophie really didn’t care where he took her, as long as he planned on doing something kinky when they got there. She swallowed and replied, “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  He released her head and took her hand. He led her quickly up the steps to the master suite. Sophie was puzzled about where they were going, but Jack pulled out a key ring and unlocked the door to the room that was supposed to be storage. When he pushed open the door and flipped the light switch, Sophie gasped. In front of her was a large room filled with a variety of bondage furniture. Racks on the wall
contained a variety of whips, floggers, paddles, and restraints. The walls were painted a deep red and she saw several of Garrett Anderson’s paintings hanging in there.

  Jack pulled her inside. He quickly shed his tux jacket, tie and shirt. Sophie watched, transfixed, as the muscles on his arms rippled in front of her. He kept his body in amazing shape. He walked around behind Sophie and pulled down the zipper on her dress. He pushed the dress to the floor. His hand slapped her butt and she cried out in pleasure. He moved around in front of her, his eyes travelling over her body. He stared at the push-up bra and the deep cleavage it created. Sophie’s nipples were pointing straight out and aching to be touched. Jack raised a hand toward her and she held her breath in anticipation, but he simply took her hand and led her to the large wooden X on the far wall. The wood was dark and highly polished, with hooks attached to the top and bottom of each arm. He pushed her against it, face-first and ordered her not to move. A moment later, he was fastening cuffs around her ankles and wrists. He lifted one arm and attached the cuff to the hook on the cross. He did the same for the other arm, and then her legs. A moment later he was pressing the ball gag into her mouth and fastening it behind her head. Sophie clenched her teeth against the hard ball, the drooling beginning almost immediately.

  She felt the sting of a flogger against her back and moaned around the gag. Jack rained down blows on her shoulders, back, behind, and legs, each one harder, and each bringing more pleasure. She could hear Jack’s ragged breathing behind her and the quiet grunts that always preceded another flick with the flogger. When he stopped, she whimpered slightly, needing him to continue and give her the release she was looking for. Instead, he pressed himself against her, his erection like steel in her back. He slipped a hand around front, and pressed it against her stomach. His breath caressed her neck and ears.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. Sophie nodded. Jack’s other hand traveled down her back and caressed her ass, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her thong and pulling gently. Sophie moaned as the fabric pulled taut over her clit. He did this a few times before he slid both hands to her hips and pulled her back against him. The feel of his fingers digging into her hips, combined with his cock pushing against her back made her body shake with desire.

  “I’m going to undo your bra,” he said. “Is that okay?”

  Sophie nodded vigorously as his hands moved over her back and deftly unhooked the clasp of her bra. It stayed in place because she was pressed up against the cross. He slid his hands over her sides, his fingers grazing the side of her breasts. He traced delicate patterns on her skin. She felt him bend down and press his lips softly against the side of her neck. With a moan, she tilted her head to allow him better access and he moved up to her ear, nipping at the earlobe before he leaned his head against hers, breathing heavily. Then he moved away and she felt him unhook her ankles and her wrists. He pulled her arms down to her sides, keeping the bra loosely in place, and then turned her around. Sophie gazed up at him, his eyes dark with desire. He reached up to undo the strap on the gag and then carefully pulled it out of her mouth. He dropped it to the floor and then pulled at the front of her bra. She lifted her arms slightly so the garment came away from her body and Jack dropped that to the floor as well. The whole time his eyes stayed locked on hers.

  “Sophie,” he whispered, tracing the contour of her jaw with his fingertips. “God, Sophie, I want you so much.”

  She could feel his fingers trembling very slightly. She could practically see the struggle in his eyes and it mirrored her own. But she had reached the point where her desire eroded her willpower. Taking a chance, she reached up to touch his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment and then he grabbed her face between his hands and brought his mouth down to hers. Desire flared more powerfully than ever and Sophie kissed him back with abandon. He pressed her against the cross as he tugged at her thong. He managed to get it down to her mid thighs before he had to break the kiss, drop to his knees, and tug them the rest of the way to the floor. He reached up to her breasts and squeezed them firmly as he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

  Sophie cried out with pleasure as he tugged on the hard tips, each pull sending sensations zinging straight to her clit. When he replaced one of his hands with his mouth, she moaned again and threaded her fingers into his hair to hold him against her. Jack grunted against her and stood rapidly. He grabbed her chin in his hand.

  “You don’t get to hold me,” he said forcefully. “I’m the Dom, is that clear?”

  Sophie stared at him, her eyes wide. “Yes, Sir.”

  He grabbed her hands and hooked the cuffs to the cross again. Then he kissed her roughly, his mouth crushing hers and his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Sophie responded eagerly. She had wanted this so badly and it was better than she could have thought. Jack’s hands were manhandling her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her nipples and incredibly, she felt a climax building up inside her. When it burst, she moaned into Jack’s mouth as her pussy clenched repeatedly. He pulled back and looked at her.

  “Did you just come?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, stunned that she had managed to orgasm just from the nipple play.

  “If you came just from me playing with your tits, I wonder what’ll happen if I get my hand down in your pussy,” he murmured.

  Sophie whimpered softly as his hand crept between her legs and began to explore her soft, wet folds. She gasped when his finger brushed past her clit and sank into her pussy. “Oh, yes!”

  “Your pussy is so wet,” Jack said as he slid another finger into her. “God, you feel good.” Sophie could only make wordless noises as he stroked her. “You know what I want?”

  “What do you want, Sir?”

  “I want to slide my cock inside of you, and fuck you until you come all over me.”

  Sophie groaned. She wanted it, too. “Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”

  He kissed her again before saying, “I don’t have condoms.”

  “I’m on the pill, Sir.”

  “Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.” Jack withdrew his fingers and pushed his pants down. Then he lifted one of Sophie’s legs up and around his waist. He grabbed her ass and hoisted her up so he could slide himself into her. She gasped as he filled her cunt, bigger than anything she’d had before. She sighed as he settled her into a good position and began to pump himself in and out. His cock stroking her pussy was like heaven. As he thrust into her, he kissed her again, the thrusts of his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. Sophie’s back was beginning to ache from being against the cross but she didn’t care. All she wanted to worry about was the beautiful man who was buried inside of her. Jack paused for a moment to unhook her wrists.

  “Put your arms around me,” he ordered gruffly. Sophie didn’t need him to ask twice. She’d wanted to do that since she first saw him standing in the tux. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her right off the ground. She locked her legs around his waist as he began to move again, this time building up fast and hard. Each thrust forced her against the cross and expelled the air from her lungs in short bursts of sound, the intensity increasing as she moved closer to another orgasm. Finally, she reached the peak and screamed her release as the walls of her cunt clamped violently onto Jack’s cock. He groaned loudly and held still within her. She could feel the hot cum pumping into her. When he was finished, he eased her legs down and pulled out of her.

  Sophie stood gasping as the tears began to roll down her cheeks. The orgasms she’d had during their training sessions had been intense, but they paled in comparison to the feeling of coming while she was impaled on her lover’s cock. Jack pulled her close and kissed her again, but the urgency was gone and this kiss was slow and tender. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly. They stayed there for a few moments before Jack took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He climbed into the bed and pulled her down beside him. He curled himself around her and it wasn’t long bef
ore they fell fast asleep.

  * * * *

  Jack looked down at Sophie sleeping peacefully beside him. He had woken early, as he normally did, and hadn’t wanted to risk getting up and disturbing her. Her hair was a mess, the updo from the night before having come partially undone, and her makeup was smudged in spots, but she was beautiful. Seeing her completely naked in front of him had been amazing. She was curvy and soft. Her hips were perfect for holding onto while he made love to her and her breasts more than filled his hands. He smiled as he remembered her look of surprise when she had climaxed from his nipple play. He would definitely like to do that again. She would probably enjoy the nipple clamps he had in the playroom.

  His smile faded as he continued to think about the previous evening. From the moment he’d seen her in the gown, he knew he had to have her. Seeing the erotic works of art at the gallery had them both primed, and when he took her to the playroom, he fully expected it to end the way it had. He had tried the flogging, hoping it would be enough to slake his lust, but unfortunately, it only increased his arousal. He hadn’t been able to resist, and when she’d agreed to cross that final line, he’d charged over it. Jack thought for a moment about his wife, and guilt flooded him. He had tried to resist temptation, but Sophie represented exactly what he needed. She was a submissive who truly let him dominate her. It was playing with fire to be fucking the housekeeper who lived with them, but he didn’t think he could stay away.

  Sophie stirred beside him and he lowered his hand to her side to stroke her hip. She rolled toward him and opened her eyes. When she smiled shyly at him, he could feel himself melting a little. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue gently exploring her mouth as he took the time to savor her. His hands roamed over her breasts, teasing them gently, and he chuckled when the nipples hardened beneath his fingers. He moved his hand lower and slipped it between her legs, which she spread to give him better access. He slid two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to gently rub her clit. Pulling away from her mouth, he lowered his lips to one of her breasts, pulling the stiff peak between his teeth and biting softly. He flicked his tongue over the tip before switching to the other breast.