by Force, Marie
He whines and licks my cheek, and I give him a hug. Whoever said dogs don’t like to be hugged hasn’t met mine. He burrows into my embrace and lets me hold him for as long as I want, which is far longer than I have time for, but hey, he’s my baby.
I’m still snuggling Randy when Jasper comes through the door looking ridiculously sexy in khakis and a white shirt rolled up to expose his forearms. Even his forearms are sexy.
“Am I interrupting something, darling?”
I sigh. The voice. It just does it for me. “Randy’s feeling a little sad about Mama going away again.”
“He can come along. We’re flying private. He won’t be able to get off the plane when we get there, though. The UK is freaky about keeping rabies off our pristine shores.”
“I think my baby would be better off with Grammy and Pappy than cooped up on a plane for so many hours.” I kiss Randy’s sweet face. “I just need a couple minutes.” I leave Randy in his favorite spot on the sofa and go into my bedroom to finish packing. I’m in the bathroom gathering essential cosmetics when Jasper joins me, molding his body to the back of mine, his arms encircling my waist and his lips finding my neck. That’s all it takes to make me weak in the knees.
“Today was the single longest day of my entire life.” The soft caress of his breath on my neck sends goose bumps scurrying down my back.
“Mine, too.”
“I’m so glad you’re coming with me. You’ll help me keep my mind off the reason for this mission.”
“And how will I do that?” I ask, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
A shudder ripples through my body, converging in an almost painful throb between my legs.
Jasper’s hands drop to the hem of my dress that falls to mid-thigh. He drags it up, slowly, his fingertips light on my sensitive skin. “Are you wet for me, Ellie?”
“Always.”
His low growl is like gas thrown on my already out-of-control fire.
I push my ass into his hard cock, letting him know what I want.
“Is someone feeling impatient?”
“You’re the one who said it’s been a long day.”
He slides his fingers up my inner thigh to press against my core. Only the thin silk of my panties separates his skin from mine. A sound escapes from my tightly clenched jaw that’s not quite a moan and not quite a groan. It’s a needy, desperate sound I’ve never made before in my life. I’m about to come, and he’s barely touched me. Then he withdraws, and I cry out in despair.
“Easy, darling.”
I look over my shoulder to find him quickly unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. My skirt is raised and my panties pulled aside as he moves my legs farther apart. All this happens in the span of seconds, making me feel like I’m on the most thrilling of rides at the best of amusement parks. I’m breathless, and my heart is beating so fast, I’d be worried about a heart attack if I didn’t know for sure that he is the cause.
Then he’s inside me, hammering into me while his fingers tightly grip my hips, holding me still for the wildest of wild rides. I come so hard I see stars, but still he doesn’t let up. When I installed this pedestal sink, I never could’ve imagined being fucked to within an inch of my life while bent over it. The thought has me squeaking out a giggle.
“What the hell is funny?” he asks, sounding so supremely British.
“I’m hoping I installed the sink properly.”
That draws a gasp of laughter from him, too, and he slows the pace ever so slightly. His arms wrap tight around my body and his teeth clamp down on my earlobe. I had no idea until that very second that my earlobe is wired to my clit.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers gruffly. “I want to spend my entire life inside you.”
If there have ever been sexier words uttered in the history of mankind, I’d like to know what they are. Certainly no such words have ever been said to me. I grasp his hand that’s flat against my breast and hold on for dear life as he drives into me again and again. I can hear Randy barking, but I can’t be bothered to do anything about it. Until I hear my dad’s voice and freeze.
“No, no, no,” Jasper whispers, echoing my panic. He withdraws from me so suddenly I nearly fall over. Only his arms around my middle keep me upright. I push down my skirt, adjust my panties and run my fingers through my hair before I call to Dad. “Be right out!”
“Take your time.”
Jasper grimaces as he tries to zip his pants over a huge erection. “This is not happening.”
I cover my mouth to contain my laughter.
His scowl only makes the need to laugh even worse.
“Do I look awful?” I ask, whispering.
“You look beautiful and very well fucked, if I do say so myself.”
“Stop!” The thought of my father overhearing such a comment makes me break into a sweat. “Stay here. He’ll be gone in a minute.”
“No choice but to stay put.”
I glance down at the “problem” in his pants.
“You looking at it doesn’t help,” he says between gritted teeth.
I choke back another laugh, and, as if my father didn’t just nearly catch me having sex, I go breezing into the living room where Dad is sitting next to Randy on the sofa. Randy, that traitor, has his head in Dad’s lap and is enjoying a thorough ear scratching. “Sorry! Just got out of the shower.” I hope that might explain my red face.
“No problem,” Dad says, thankfully keeping his attention on Randy and not me. “This trip came up awfully sudden.”
“I know! They need me to look at a property in England before they can decide on a location shoot. I’ll be back tomorrow. Flynn agreed to take the hoodlums for me until I can get there.”
“He told me.” Dad continues to stroke Randy, who’s totally blissed out. “He hadn’t heard you were leaving town, though.”
“Oh, well, it was something for Jasper and Kristian. I don’t think Flynn is involved in this one.” Why am I lying? Why don’t I just tell him the truth? Because I’m not ready to go public with our news, even if my dad isn’t exactly “public.” I want Jasper to have his situation resolved before I tell my family about us.
And, selfishly, I want to keep what’s happening with Jasper between us for a little while longer. It’s so new and exciting, and I like that no one knows. For now, it only belongs to us. As soon as we tell someone, it’s not just ours anymore. I’m sure Hayden and Addie have their suspicions after last night, but that’s all they are—suspicions. They don’t know anything for certain.
I make a big show out of checking my watch. “Oh damn! I’ve got to go! Plane to catch.”
“You need a ride to the airport?”
“No, I’m good. Jasper is picking me up. He’s going with me.”
“I thought I saw his new car out front,” he says as he stands. “Come on, Randolph. Let’s go see what Grammy is up to.” Dad stops to kiss my cheek, which has to be the deepest shade of scarlet ever invented. “Have a safe trip, honey. Send us a text to let us know you got there okay.”
“Oh, um, yes, I will! Thanks for having Randy.”
“Any time. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Dad calls for Randy, and he trots along behind him, with nary a look back at his mortified mommy. I sense Jasper behind me before I feel him press up against me. “Shoot me right now,” I groan. “Please, just make it fast and painless.”
“Only if I can go with you, darling.”
“How did I think I would get away with that? He raised four kids. He knows everything!”
“Do you think he heard us having a hump? If he did, I’m never showing my face at your parents’ home again.”
I turn to face him. “Having a hump? Is that what we were doing?”
“That’s most definitely what we were doing, and only one of us got to finish—twice. I’d say that puts you deep in debt, my love. How ever shall I collect my
payment?”
“So this means you’re over my dad possibly catching us ‘having a hump’?”
He caresses my cheek with his finger. “I’ll be over it the minute my cock bumps up against the back of your throat on the plane.”
* * *
I’m buckled into my seat on the private jet, and we’ve just taken off from Burbank for our twelve-hour flight to London. Normally, I take something to knock me out on long flights, but I want to be alert for this one. I still can’t believe what he said to me before we left my house. Picturing myself on my knees, his cock in my mouth bumping up against my throat makes me hot for more of what we were doing before my father showed up.
Never before has the thought of giving a man a blow job turned me on, but I can’t wait to see if Jasper follows through on his “threat.”
A chime dings, and the pilot lets us know we’ve reached our cruising altitude. We’re free to move around the cabin, but he recommends keeping our seat belts on when we’re seated.
“I want you to go into the bedroom. Get naked. Stretch out on the bed with your arms over your head and your eyes closed. Your legs should be spread as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be in shortly. Any questions?”
Remember that accent I’ve told you about a time or two? Yeah, well… I’ll have to ask him if he would mind recording what he just said so I can listen to it on playback every day for the rest of my life. In addition to my reaction to how he said it, I’m so stunned by what he said, I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He honestly expects me to do all that just because he told me to?
A quick glance at his unyielding expression tells me he does, in fact, expect me to follow his instructions.
“The choice is always yours,” he reminds me, his tone softer, more conciliatory. “Say the word.”
He’s referring to the word “baby” that we agreed upon last night. It occurs to me that I’d be a baby if I used it before I know what he has planned. His orders alone have me so turned on I can’t see straight. I release the clasp on my seat belt and get up slowly, testing my legs to ensure they’ll hold me up before I begin moving toward the back of the plane where the bedroom is located.
This is utter decadence. Flying on a private jet with a sexy man who wants to dominate me at thirty-five thousand feet. How has this become my life? Only a few weeks ago, my idea of an exciting evening might’ve been a run on the boardwalk with Randy, followed by a movie in bed with him snuggled up to me. As much as I love Randy, and I love him irrationally, this is a whole other level of excitement.
I’m so excited, in fact, that my hands are shaking as I freshen up in the tiny bathroom before removing my dress. The cool air pumping through the plane’s vents feels extra chilled against my heated skin as I step into the bedroom completely naked.
I stretch out on the bed, arms over my head, eyes closed, legs spread. My muscles are trembling from anticipation and desire and a kind of elation I’ve never experienced before. How long will he make me wait? What will he do to me? How will it feel? Will I be scared?
No. I won’t be scared. Not with Jasper. I can’t conceive of doing something like this with anyone but him. I trust him completely, and that trust frees me to enjoy whatever is about to happen.
Will we make a baby on this plane? Did we already make a baby last night? How soon can I find out? I need to ask Dr. Breslow about that.
With my eyes closed, I sense Jasper before I’m fully aware that he’s quietly joined me. Without my vision, my other senses are heightened. I can hear his fingers sliding over the fine fabric of his shirt as he unbuttons it. I distinctly hear the metallic clink of his belt buckle, the snick of his zipper, the rustle of his pants sliding down over his legs.
The heat of his body next to mine tells me he’s near. Not knowing what he’s going to do makes my nipples so tight, they ache as the cool air flows over them. I feel his hands on my hair as he slides something over my face. A blindfold. I experience a moment of sheer panic when I realize I can’t escape the darkness.
“Shhh,” he says. “Relax, my love. I’m right here.”
The sound of his voice soothes and calms me. As long as he’s there, I’m safe. I may not be entirely comfortable, but I’m always safe. He continues to soothe me by running his hands over my body in a soft caress, beginning at my shoulders, to my breasts, belly, legs, feet and then back up the insides of my legs, pressing them farther apart as he goes.
I feel him shift his weight to the middle of the bed, between my obscenely spread legs and then a stream of air hits my core, making me squirm.
“Stay still, darling.”
“Don’t do that if you want me to stay still.”
“No more talking unless you need your safe word. Tell me again what it is?”
“Baby.”
“And you know that if you say that, it stops everything, right?”
“Yes.”
Right when I think he’s going to focus on my core, my wrists are captured in fur-lined cuffs that are then attached to the headboard, rendering me trapped in his sensual web. That he’s brought the cuffs along on the trip tells me he’s planned this in advance, and knowing that feeds the wildfire that burns inside me.
I sense him moving about the tiny space, and it’s a struggle to remain still while I wait to see what he’ll do next. My body is wound so tightly, I fear I’ll implode before we get to the main event—whatever that may entail.
Apparently, Jasper is in no particular rush. Minutes pass without his touch, and I begin to feel abandoned. I’ve been reduced to nothing more than nerve endings that are on fire for his touch. I ache for him, and I’m on the verge of begging him to do something, anything, when I feel his tongue on my left nipple.
The sensations are so heightened that I cry out from the shock that ripples through my body. Then he’s gone again, leaving me bereft. This is the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced, and I realize it’s only just begun. His lips are now on the inside of my lower left leg, sliding upward at an excruciatingly slow pace. My hips rise up to meet him, but he’s gone before he reaches the place where I need him most.
I strain against the cuffs, moving restlessly on the bed, on the verge of a complete meltdown or the biggest orgasm of my life. I’m not sure which will happen first at this rate.
“I want to film you like this,” he whispers.
I turn toward his voice, seeking the comfort of his nearness.
“Would you let me?”
Right now, I’d give him anything he wants if it means relief from the ache that grows sharper by the second. “Yes,” I whisper through parched lips.
“Soon, love. I want you to see how exquisitely beautiful you are when you submit to me.”
I need to come so badly I can barely process what he’s suggesting. All I know is I’d give him anything he asked of me to continue feeling the way I do when I’m with him. It’s as if all the emotion I’ve experienced in my life up to now has been rebuilt into a nuclear bomb that has the power to obliterate me. And I’ve given him that power willingly, freely, happily. This, finally, is what it feels like to be in love.
“Jasper.” His name is a sob on my lips.
“What, love?”
“I need…”
“What do you need?”
“More. Something. Anything.”
His low chuckle makes me want to punch him—and I would if my hands weren’t shackled to the bed. “Patience, darling.”
“I have no patience left.”
“Shhh. You don’t want to earn a punishment by speaking out of turn, do you?”
There’s no other word to describe the squeak that comes from me than inelegant. “Punishment? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Did we forget to talk about what happens when you don’t follow my directions?” His fingertip makes a path from my throat down the front of me, between my breasts, over my quivering belly, halting just above my clit, which burns for him.
“You know we di
dn’t talk about that,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Allow me to correct that egregious oversight on my part.”
He’s loving the hell out of this. I can hear it in his lighthearted tone.
“Should you happen to disobey me during one of our scenes, I’d have no choice but to administer a punishment that can be anything from a sound spanking of your sweet arse to requiring you to wear a plug in public to standing naked in the corner for a period of time until I’m certain you’ve learned your lesson. I tend to be almost as creative when it comes to punishments as I am when it comes to pleasure.”
His fingertip finds my clit in a quick, glancing stroke that’s gone before I even register that it’s happening. But it’s enough to trigger the release that’s been building for what feels like forever at this point. I scream from the power of it, and when I come back to reality, tears are streaming down my face.
“Mmm, so beautiful,” he says, “and so very naughty. Did I say you were allowed to come?”
“N-no.”
“Then you know what that means?”
“W-what?”
“You must be punished. The question is, however, shall we take care of that now or wait until later? I think I’ll let you decide what you prefer. What’ll it be? Now or later?”
I’m furious about the thought of being punished—and painfully aroused at the same time. How is that possible? “Never?”
“Ahhh, my sweet love. I don’t recall offering ‘never’ as an option.”
When my team at work presents me with good-news-bad-news situations, I always want the bad news first to get it out of the way. “Now,” I say on a growl. I can’t believe that I actually want him to punish me. Who have I become with this man?
“Turn over.” His voice has taken on a huskier tone that tells me he’s as turned on as I am. The blindfold makes me more aware of these sorts of nuances.
I’m surprised to discover I can easily turn over even with my wrists shackled. My arms are now crossed, however.
“Arse up, legs apart, head down.”
As I haltingly position myself to his liking, I begin to feel disconnected from what’s happening in this small room. It’s like I’m floating above it, looking down at the woman shamelessly arranged, waiting to be punished by her lover.
