His Devil's Chains

by Linzi Basset

  Jack’s gaze traveled over Jordan who was now completely relaxed in his presence. She didn’t even squirm when his eyes scorched her naked breasts, so blatantly on display. He stretched out his legs.

  “So, my pet, have you sucked cock before?” he asked softly. Her eyes flared but she didn’t look away.

  “I have, yes.” Her eyes involuntarily dropped to the bulge in his pants that seemed to grow bigger with each passing moment. Jordan dragged in a deep, calming breath. She didn’t understand how just thinking of his cock sliding into her pussy could cause such sensual excitement and heat to surge through her loins. She had never been as easily aroused, definitely not from imagining what an act would feel like.

  Good lord! What’s the matter with me?

  More than being excited, Jordan was confused by the desire that swirled inside her. From the start, she had felt an intense hunger to be the one to please this impressive Dom—and to be mastered by him.

  “And have you deep-throated before?” he continued.

  “Only once and not one as big as yours,” she admitted softly. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience as the Dom had believed she was an experienced sub.

  Jack studied her blooming cheeks. He found it fascinating that she blushed so easily. He picked up the limit list and confirmed her level of experience stipulated there.

  “Hm, tell me, Emerald, how is it possible that an experienced sub such as yourself, only deep-throated once before? It says you’ve been a sub for the past six years. With your looks, that pouty and sassy mouth of yours, I’d have thought it was something you did on a weekly basis.”

  “I guess most Doms preferred to make use of my other … ehm … charms.”

  “Somehow I doubt that. Come here, sub. On your knees.” He pointed to the spot between his legs. “Show me what you’ve got first. Then I’ll decide if you’ll be able to take all of me.”

  His deep voice reached into her soul, triggering loose an enticement she couldn’t ignore. She slipped from the sofa to sink to her knees in front of him.

  Jack unzipped himself. He watched her with hooded eyelids while he stroked himself.

  Jordan licked her lips, enraptured by the slow, easy motion of his hand sliding up and down his large shaft. She glanced at him.

  “Okay. Just to be sure I do this right.” His eyebrows raised sardonically. Jordan’s shoulders squared in defense. “Don’t give me that look, Master Black. I believe in doing things right the first time. There’s no shame in asking a question, is there?”

  “None whatsoever.”

  Jordan licked her lips, fascinated by the way he stroked his venous shaft. “Do you want me to clasp my hands behind my back? I’ve noticed that’s what other subs do when they give head.”

  “Experienced subs yes but you’re not. So, let’s not push you too much at first.”

  He waited until she nodded. His eyes lowered to her nipples that were swollen and taut.

  “Beautiful. I love your tits, Emerald. They are perfect.” Jack brushed his palms over the tips and watched them expanded into tight nubs. He rolled them between his fingers, smiling as her lips opened, her breath rushing out in short gasps.

  “They’re big,” she managed to squeak.

  “No, they fit my hands perfectly,” he murmured and demonstrated. Jordan’s breath puffed in ragged jerks as she watched his large hands enfold her breasts entirely.

  She looked into the depths of his eyes and once again felt drawn closer. She swallowed hard, trying her best to bring her raging libido under control.

  “Start by sucking me slowly, my pet. Let me feel the heat of your mouth as you stroke the head of my cock with the tip of your tongue.”

  Jordan forced herself to relax. She placed her palms on his thighs and leaned closer, opening her lips wide. Her heart missed a beat when Jack’s hips shifted as her lips curled around the bulbous tip. She flicked her tongue sensually up and down the slit before she twirled it around his length as she sucked him into her hot mouth.

  “Hm, I like that, sub. Keep going, it feels good,” he praised and buried his hand in her hair. He caressed the silky strands as he guided her mouth to his pleasure. Her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, which drew a low growl from his lips.

  “No hands. Just your hot mouth sucking my cock,” he said through clenched teeth. The urge to satisfy his greed by hilting himself to the back of her throat tore at his ebbing reticence to allow her time to become comfortable with his size. He reached for her nipples and pulled on them until moans of pleasure thrilled around his cock, threatening to shatter the iron constraint he was so well known for.

  “I’m impressed, my pet. You’re doing very well,” he praised in a deep voice. His cock swelled from her expert manipulations.

  “You might not have experience, but your hot mouth makes me crave more. I want to feel your throat convulsing tight around my shaft.”

  Jordan looked up at him and nodded briefly.

  “Remember what I told you. Keep your jaw slack, relax your throat and push out your tongue. Don’t stop when you gag, just swallow past it.” Jack was spellbound as her full upper lip contoured itself in a snug fit around the engorged, mushroom shape of his cock. “Beautiful, my pet. Such a gorgeous view.” Her bottom lip dribbled with saliva. He watched the fullness of it disappear as she slid her tongue forward to accommodate his taut, thick shaft. Her nostrils flared as he bumped against the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, Emerald, that feels good. If you need me to stop, pinch my thigh.” His fist tightened its hold on her hair. “Now, sub, take me all the way.”

  She carefully pushed down and swallowed him. Her eyes widened as she gagged. He watched her closely but kept pushing.

  “Breathe through your nose, my pet, Good girl, don’t retract your tongue, keep it pressed out.”

  Jack clenched his teeth as he almost came undone by the sight of her, fully impaled on his cock. He was surprised to feel the tip of her tongue lash his scrotum. He dragged in a deep breath.

  “Easy, love. Slowly, don’t push for a home-run. I’m on the edge as it is,” he murmured as he watched her blindly follow his instructions.

  Jack was overcome with spasms of pleasure as she continued to suck him. He blinked to clear his blurry vision. The sensation of a thousand needles pricks trembled deep inside his loins that caused a surge of heat through his veins. He pulled on her hair, and she squeaked in response.

  “Jesus. Now, my pet. Take me deep. Yes … uhh,” he grunted. He thrust into her throat, guiding her head to enable her to take all of him while he strived to keep control. He felt her fingers tighten on his thigh. He looked into her eyes. Her nostrils were flared wide. Her mouth was stretched to the max to accommodate his girth. Her gaze was glued to his. She wasn’t panicking, just cautious that he might blindly fuck her throat.

  “God, you’re too much, my pet,” he grated as he lost the battle. He squeezed his eyes shut in a mammoth effort to hold off. A carnal groan echoed to the roof as he ejaculated down her throat in a volcanic eruption of hot, ropey spurts of cum. He held her head pressed against his crotch as his cock continued to jerk inside her throat.

  A squeak of panic yanked his attention back to her. He breathed deeply as he pulled back but didn’t remove his cock from her mouth.

  “Whenever you do this, you will always suck me dry.” Jack leaned his head back against the sofa to calm his breathing and stop the tremors that still shook his body. He was overwhelmed by the reaction of his body to the sensual, yet innocent act of lust.

  Jordan was giddy. A sense of accomplishment flooded her mind. His guttural voice was proof that he’d been shaken by her prowess. Pride and a surge of confidence flooded her as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t withhold the smile of glee.

  “You did well, my pet. I’m proud of you.”

  That did it. Jordan lost the battle. She could no longer deny the feelings she’d been developing for the reclusive Master were much more than physical
attraction.

  I’m so fucked! What am I going to do now? How do I get out of this mess?

  Chapter Seven

  “It’s been a month and you still have nothing.”

  Jordan slumped into the large wingback chair. She hooked one knee over the arm and lazily swung her leg back and forth.

  “Hmm, I love these peaches. Where did you buy them?” she mumbled with a full mouth. She licked the juice that trickled over her lips with a content sigh.

  “Focus, Jay!”

  “Relax. Goodness, you’re as strung up as a coiled wire. You knew it would take time to draw the attention of one of the Senior Masters at Club Devil’s Cove. Besides, I just moved into his house, I can’t afford to slip up and do something stupid that would raise his suspicion. As it is, I was already caught skulking, as he called it, outside the office where they were having a meeting.”

  His gray eyes lit up like silver lightning. “And? Did you overhear something?”

  “No, but I’m relatively sure it had something to do with the Government. Governor White was also in the meeting.” Jordan’s brows drew together in a thoughtful frown. “He arrived with a guy I’ve never seen at the club before and no, before you ask, I’ haven’t been able to find out who he is.”

  “I’m not interested in the Government’s shit, Jay. If you can’t do this, tell me now, so we can find a different—”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Get off your high horse. Give me a couple of weeks. One way or the other, I’ll find out what, if anything, they had to do with our father’s death.” She studied her brightly painted purple nails. “I’m curious. What makes you so sure they had anything to do with it?”

  “I don’t, but they are very interested in Crown International and the beneficiaries of the trust.”

  “We both know he was as corrupt as they come. Did you ever consider that they have been appointed to find out who had killed him?”

  “The thought had crossed my mind, which is why our strategy is so viable.”

  “How exactly?”

  “With you close to Jack Blackmore, who is a partner in Precision Secure, we’ll be able to find out what they know.”

  “I’m afraid it’s easier said than done. Jack is very closed off and doesn’t discuss business at home.”

  “I have faith in you, Jay. Come on, use your charm and it’ll be as easy as pie, we’ll get two flies with one swat. They’ll do all the work for us.”

  “Oh, sure. You don’t seem at all concerned that I might be the fly that gets splattered in the process.”

  “Now you’re exaggerating, Jordan. We both agreed not to accept the ownership of Crown International until we have confirmation the company is legit and runs a clean operation.”

  Jordan studied her twin where he was mixing drinks at the bar. He was tall and a handsome bugger who only had to snap his fingers to have girls swoon all over him. He used to bask in the attention of the opposite sex but he’d matured rapidly over the last five years. The debilitating effect of colon cancer on their mother had taken the toll on both of them.

  He’d grown serious, hardworking, and was the root that kept the three of them grounded. Now, at thirty years of age, he had made a name for himself as an astute investor and business entrepreneur throughout Europe. All without the support and love of a father who they hadn’t seen or heard from in twenty-seven years.

  When they’d decided to investigate the company that had suddenly fallen into their laps, Jordan had been hesitant. She loved London and never had the desire to travel to the United States. It had been an awakening when they arrived. The feeling of homecoming had overwhelmed her, flung her equilibrium in disarray and left her lost and confused. She had been born in America, yes, but her entire life had been in London. She couldn’t deny that it felt like betrayal to the country which had offered her stability and roots all her life.

  She suppressed the sadness that threatened to overcome her. Grace had suffered for five years before her body finally gave up the fight. Jordan had been devastated and angry. At him, her father, for never once bothering to find them. More so, that her beautiful and graceful mother had still loved him till the day she died. She recalled her response when she’d asked her once why she never accepted invitations to go on dinner dates.

  “I don’t need another husband, Jordan. I have loved and I still do. There’s no space for another in my heart. Don’t be sad, my darling. I’m happy and content to have you and Gideon in my life.”

  Brad Flint, their father, had chosen his career in politics over his family. Grace had admitted it had broken her heart to leave, but she had known it was the only way to offer her and Gideon a full and happy life. And she did. Flint had provided financially, generously so, all the years they were growing up, which Grace had accepted to ensure they never lacked anything. The decision to change their surnames to her mother’s maiden name was made when he’d accepted a senate position when they were ten years old. She didn’t want anyone to associate the twins with him and place them in danger—however remote that possibility had been.

  She leaned her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes with a sigh.

  It had been a shock when the attorney had called to inform them of their inheritance. At first, they hadn’t wanted anything from Brad Flint. They didn’t know the man. The only time Gideon and Jordan had phoned him with the intent to get to know him, he’d cut them off. His derisive tone hadn’t sounded at all like the man Grace had told them so much about—the man he was when she’d fallen in love with him. It was the memory of the gentle reminder on her deathbed that had swung their decision.

  “Blood is thicker than water, my children. Always remember that. One day he will reach out to you. Don’t be too proud to take the hand he offers, no matter how late. He will always be the man who gave you life.”

  “I see the big bad Dom is keeping you awake at night,” Gideon taunted. He kicked her foot to draw her attention. She squinted at him through one eye. “C’mon, sis, admit it. You’re not as opposed to playing the role we’ve conjured up for you as you keep saying.”

  Jordan took the beer shandy he handed to her and took a sip. “I don’t like lying, Gideon. You know it goes against my nature. Every time I say or do something, I cringe inside, waiting for him to pounce on me, demanding I confess to my lies.”

  “You’ve been a private investigator for five years. Don’t tell me you’ve never once had to lie in the line of duty, so to speak,” Gideon scoffed.

  “It’s not the same,” she mumbled.

  “How is it any different?”

  “It just is. It’s more … personal. This is about me, not another client, and it’s not only the lies, Gideon; ultimately I’m using him.”

  Gideon studied her intently. The fact that she was hiding her eyes from him spoke volumes. They could always read each other’s emotions.

  “Holy fuck! You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?” He slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. Jordan flinched. “Dammit, sis! How could you—”

  “Oh, shut up, Gideon.” Her hands fluttered in the air. “I haven’t fallen for him,” she rolled her eyes, “as you so eloquently put it. I just hate pretending. You know I can’t stand pretentious people and here I am, in my full glory, the biggest of them all!”

  “Stop exaggerating, Jay. Just stay calm and do what needs to be done to get the information. The sooner you do, the quicker you can disappear from his life.

  Jordan took a deep sip of the beer to hide her reaction. She didn’t want to think about Jack Blackmore out of her life. It had only been a week since she’d moved in with him but she’d become more and more attracted to him over the past month. If there was one thing she knew without any shadow of a doubt, it was that she didn’t want him gone. She wanted … god! She didn’t know what she wanted.

  “I’m curious, Gideon,” Jordan wisely decided it was time to change the subject, “what triggered your suspicion that Crown International might have been involved wit
h a crime syndicate?”

  “One thing I’ve become very apt and known for during the due diligence process of investing is that I have a knack to find shady transactions. I suppose it’s the hunter in me.” He growled and made big eyes at her to soothe her irritation. It worked. Her tingling laugh married with his.

  “So, what did you find?”

  “I’m relatively sure CI is involved in money laundering.”

  Jordan’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Willingly?”

  Gideon shrugged. “Think about it, Jay. Our father used a different identity—to all appearances, a legitimate one—as the owner of CI. Why would he do that?”

  Jordan’s nose wrinkled in thought. Her short career as a police officer had come from her early fascination with the mafia and crime syndicates.

  “Are you implying CI is a shell company for a crime syndicate or the mob?”

  Gideon shrugged. “I’m not sure but one thing I do know is that the way he died was a blatant warning. It’s the mob, or any crime syndicate’s, MO.”

  “What? Feed his body to the sharks and leave his head as the only sign that he’d been assassinated?”

  “Yep. Either he didn’t want to bend to their demands or he’d been playing—”

  “You’re eluding that our father, Brad Flint, was a fucking mobster?”

  “All signs point to it, Jay. Why else would he have had an alternate persona?” Gideon lifted his shirt and blew down his chest. The heat was suffocating. He turned thoughtful. “Precision Secure isn’t the only one who’s been looking into CI’s new ownership.”

  Jordan’s snapped to attention. “What? Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

  “Because I just found out myself.”

  “Who?”

  “I don't know. The name the man supplied doesn’t check out, which only confirms my suspicion.”