“Let’s get this show on the road, sexy.”
I stood in front of him with the bottle in one hand and the keys dangling from the other as I spoke, looking at him provocatively. I was pleased to see him wobble a bit as he got up from the table. He was right where I wanted him, just drunk enough to be loose-lipped, but not too drunk to be incoherent.
“I’m right behind that sweet little ass of yours.”
“Well, let’s just see where it leads us to, then.”
We made our way to the elevators and up to the room. His hands were already all over me as I tried to get the door unlocked. I was perhaps a bit too tipsy myself as it took a few attempts to gain entry.
He wasted no time at all in getting down to business once we were behind closed doors. His mouth covered mine the moment we were inside the door, kissing me roughly as he walked me backward toward the bed. I reminded myself why I was here, forcing myself not to back down, not to run from what I had to do. Dropping the bottle on the chair by the bed, I let him push me across it, his hand already beneath my skirt, digging his fingers into my thighs greedily.
“You taste so sweet. I could eat you up.”
“Go ahead.”
“Not just yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have other things in mind to start with.”
He pulled me upward from the bed and stood me in front of it before turning to sit in a nearby chair to look at me. His hand drifted toward his crotch, his rapidly ascending cock already visibly pressing against his zipper as he stroked it softly through the material.
“Take your clothes off for me.”
He never took his eyes off mine. I did as he asked, holding his gaze as I peeled away each article of clothing, slowly, deliberately. I tossed my bra onto the bed and began slipping out of my skirt, standing before him in only my panties and stiletto heels.
“Is this better?”
“Yes. Now, get down on your knees.”
“What?”
I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but found myself feeling more nervous than I had anticipated. Signing up for all of this was one thing, but actually going through with it was quite another. I had planned a quick romp in the hay, not anything too involved, certainly nothing that involved being put on my knees.
“Don’t question, just do as I tell you to do.”
The look in his eyes spelled trouble to me. I was really not sure I could handle whatever he was about to dish out. Even worse, I found myself a little excited by that. I’d been with plenty of guys before, but I’d always been partial to the dominant sort and I was getting the impression that I was in for quite a bit of roughness with Jack Knife. I just hoped he knew where the line was between pleasure and pain.
“I don’t think . . .”
“You aren’t supposed to think. Just do what I ask. Trust me and do as I ask.”
His voice was firm, authoritative. I was getting wetter just thinking about what he might do and I chastised myself for being so excited about fucking him. This could very well be the man who killed my father, and I had come here to bring justice about, not get my rocks off with some biker thug. Call it instinct, but there was something that told me he wasn’t my guy. Still, it didn’t mean he knew nothing about it.
I felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, but I went along with it, doing as he asked. Looking up at him, mostly naked and kneeling in front of him, I watched as he stood, reaching into his vest and brought out a pair of leather bracelets. As I got a better view of them, I realized that they were joined by a chain.
Dear Lord, they are handcuffs, I thought. I had read about stuff like this, but it wasn’t something I had considered or thought would appeal to me. Still, I had already come too far to back out now, so I remained silent while he leaned over me to pull my hands behind my back and slip them onto my wrists. I felt both frightened and erotically charged as he walked back around me and started removing his belt. That’s when the alarms went off in my head and I opened my mouth in protest.
“You aren’t planning on using that on me?”
“Not at the moment, but you’ll need to behave or I might have to reconsider.
His tone had a bemused, menacing sound to it that I wasn’t sure I liked very much. Surely he was kidding. I should have gotten him drunker before we came here. I was never going to get anything out of him. Instead, I was about to get a lot more than I had expected and I wasn’t sure it was in a good way.
“Jack Knife, I am not very comfortable with what is happening.”
“You wanted to be with me. This is me. This is what I like. I want you to obey me. Can you do that?”
His face was only inches from mine as he spoke the words. My heart beat wildly in my chest as my mind raced out of control alongside it. I had to admit I was partially excited by it. The thought of just handing myself over to him to do as he pleased, within reason, was hot, but how far was I willing to let him go and how far would he take it? I nodded uncertainly, looking down at the floor.
“Then I will require you to do everything I tell you. Okay?”
He reached forward with his large hands, pulling my chin up and forcing me to maintain eye contact with him as I answered a bit breathlessly.
“Don’t look down. You are to look up at me and do what I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
My voice cracked a bit as I answered. He had to be able to see the fright in my eyes. A smile crossed his face. The knowledge that my fear excited him that much more only made me warier of what was happening. I could only hope this didn’t go horribly, horribly wrong for me.
“Yes, sir. It is always yes, sir.”
I found his hand suddenly around my neck, not exerting any serious pressure, but firmly holding onto me, letting me know that he was in charge. I felt a surge of pure fear pass through me as he reached between my legs, grabbing a handful of the material that made up my panties and yanking them free of me. I continued to look up at him, waiting to see what he had planned for me next.
“Yes, sir.”
He let go of my throat and stepped back, letting what was left of my panties fall to the floor. I swallowed hard as I watched him begin to unzip his pants and let them drop to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. There was a good reason Jack Knife was an alpha male. He had the equipment to back it up. I tried not to stare at the sheer girth of his cock, but it was right in my face and difficult to miss.
“Have you ever sucked a cock this big?”
“No. I mean, no, sir.”
“Well, I think it is time you had the pleasure,” he told me, sliding the heavy mushroomed head across my lips. “Open your mouth. Suck on the tip.”
I did as I was told, following his instructions as he taught me exactly how and where he wanted to be tasted. I was outside of myself again, pretending this was happening with someone else, someone who meant something to me. I denied the parts of me that were enjoying the way he hardened against my mouth as I flicked my tongue back and forth along the throbbing vein underneath, feeling it pulsating wildly each time I touched it.
“Open wider.”
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back as he slid further and further into my open orifice. I lost all control as he took over, plunging deeply into the back of my throat as I struggled to breathe and maintain rhythm with his deep thrusts, fucking my mouth roughly as he groaned loudly with each stroke. I could feel him well down into my tonsils as he pushed deeper into my mouth with each stroke.
His hands were on either side of my head, guiding me, using me for his pleasure. I knelt in place, cuffed and at his mercy as he pulsated thickly against my tongue. I felt dirty, and not a sexy kind of it, but that cheap, used dirty you feel when you are being treated like an object rather than a woman. I had no doubt that it was exactly how he wanted me to feel.
He seemed to last forever, enjoying fucking my mouth ruthlessly until he could hold back no longer. Pushing against the back of my throat, he exploded a heavy stream of cum. I struggled to swallow it all, trying to push him away to relieve the pressure of having his thickness packed against my tonsils.
“You are a very good girl, and I’m pleased with you.”
I gasped for breath as he pulled free of me, looking down at me quietly.
“Thank you, sir.”
I was no longer sure how I felt about what had just happened. This was not how I had imagined this playing out. I had expected him to just fuck me and then keep plying him with drinks in bed until he was drunk enough to be a bit loose-tongued. Now he had the upper hand, and I had to get it back. Otherwise, I was relegating myself to endless sessions of being ordered onto the floor to pleasure him while being cuffed.
“I’m going to take your cuffs off for now. I want you to go sit on the bed and wait for me there.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wasn’t sure if I was to keep that up now that we were done with our little role playing encounter or not. I waited patiently for him to remove the cuffs and began picking up my clothes to get dressed. Maybe I could sort all of this out in my head while he was gone wherever he was going. I was caught off guard when he stopped me.
“No clothes. I want you naked and waiting for me when I return. Finish undressing.”
I looked at him for a moment and then lay the clothes across a nearby chair, adding my panties and heels to the pile, before walking to the bed wearing nothing and sitting down to ponder what might happen next. I sat there for almost an hour, hugging a pillow for warmth and considering getting beneath the covers. When he finally returned, he merely sat down and said nothing for a few moments, then turned toward me.
“Did you enjoy that, Janessa?”
‘I don’t know.”
It was about as close to honest as I knew to be. There was some level of excitement, but I wasn’t really able to say I had found it enjoyable to be treated like a common whore.
“You either did or you didn’t.”
“I did. I enjoyed pleasing you. I’m just not used to being treated that way.”
“It doesn’t fit the pretty little picture you had in your head of what lovemaking is supposed to be.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“Sex should be about feeling free, removing your boundaries, feeling free to do whatever you want with one another without fear of judgement or abandonment. I enjoyed taking you like that, watching you struggle to take all of me in your mouth. I like that you enjoyed giving me pleasure.”
“It frightened me. I’ve never given anyone that kind of control, and I hardly know you.”
“I know, but isn’t that part of the thrill? Being a little frightened by what you find sensual? Tell me something, Janessa. Were you afraid of me when I had my hand wrapped tightly around your throat?”
“I was.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew you could cut off my breath at any moment, and I might not recover,” I told him.
“Then why didn’t you ask me to move it? Why didn’t you tell me it frightened you?’
“I didn’t want you to stop. I liked it, and somewhere deep down I knew you wouldn’t go too far.”
“Exactly. I think you were not frightened by what I did, but by the fact that you liked it. If left to your own ideas, you will live a life with men who don’t truly excite you. The sex will be so vanilla you will lose all taste for it. Let me guide you to a different place, Janessa. Let me give you what you need, what you truly crave.”
“Yes, sir.”
I was shaking all over, whether from fear, the chill in the air or both, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I wanted what Jack Knife was offering. Sexual liberation. There was no reason that what I was doing here had to be mutually exclusive from enjoying the sex, was there? The answer came to me in a flash. Getting attached to one particular biker might net me some benefits in gaining his confidence, but it would keep me from pursuing others.
“Good girl. Now, I want to watch you touch yourself. Turn so that you are facing me as I sit in the chair across from the bed open your legs toward me while you finger fuck yourself.
I bit my lip, looking at him nervously for a moment before finally doing as he asked. I felt awkward at first. I barely touched myself when I was alone, much less in front of someone. My hands drifted across my breasts, my nipples hard and aching. Slipping my hand between my legs, I found that my excitement was already evident in the moisture creating dew on my pussy lips. I touched myself a bit timidly.
“Close your eyes for a moment. Pretend I’m not here and touch yourself like you would if no one was watching.”
I did as he said, letting my legs fall open so that I was fully exposed to him as my fingers slid into my center, massaging my dripping folds and rubbing my throbbing clit as he watched. The sensations took over as I shut out everything around me and allowed myself to become completely immersed in my own pleasure, bringing myself to several small orgasms before culminating in one so powerful my bodily rocked violently with its force.
“That was beautiful. I adore how you bite your lips as you tease yourself.”
I found his eyes on mine as I looked up at him from where I was on the bed. Though he wasn’t touching himself, I could see the sizeable bulge was once again visible against his pants and felt happy that he had gotten so excited watching me and listening to my moans as I came.
“Thank you, sir.”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now. I started to close my legs, drawing my hand back upward across my belly. I was surprised when he told me to stop.
“No, leave your legs open for a moment. I want you to slip your fingers inside of yourself and then suck them clean.”
“I’ve never tasted myself before.”
“You are about to. Do as I asked you to do, Janessa.”
“Yes, sir.”
I followed his order. My taste was very much different from his. He had been salty when he came in my mouth earlier, but my own taste was sweet, creamy. It wasn’t foul like I had thought it would be, and I wondered why I had never considered tasting myself before. It wasn’t as if I was prudish or inexperienced. I just never had considered it as being erotic.
“Now, slip your fingers back inside and bring them to me so that I can taste.”
I did as I was told, approaching his chair and offering them to him. I watched as he licked each of my cum-coated fingers clean and smiled down at me. I knew he was pleased with me and on some weird level I was glad that he was. I knew it didn’t make sense that I could separate enjoying sex with him from who he was and what he stood for, but I seemed to be able to do so. I supposed it was how good women involved with bad men coped with what their lovers really were.
“What do you want me to do now?”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing and was beginning to feel more awkward than aroused, but Jack Knife was quick to bring me back into his carnal fold.
“What would you like to do?”
“I want you, sir.”
“You want me to what?”
“I want you to make love to me, Sir.”
“Is that really what you want? Tell me the truth, Janessa. I know how turned on you are right now. I can see how much your eyes have darkened with desire. It’s not the look of a woman who wants to be gently laid on the bed and romanced.”
I sucked in my breath for a moment, building my courage. Exhaling quickly and saying the words before I chickened out. This was all new and unexpected, but it might never happen again. I might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
“I want you to fuck me, sir.”
“Fuck you how?”
“I want to ride you. I would to feel your enormous cock buried deep inside me, sir.”
“Then take what you want. You have my permission.”
He held his arms out as if to leave himself open to me, waiting to see what I would do with his invitation. I wordlessly began undressing him, not bothering to take my time. I felt like a wild animal in heat, primed and ready to take my pleasure how I saw fit. I didn’t bother fully removing his pants, just letting them drop around his ankles as I mounted him, letting him impale me as I dropped down onto his thick cock and began pumping up and down.
His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me down onto him harder and harder each time as we both grunted and moaned loudly into the quiet of the room around us. His thumb found my clit, rubbing it vigorously as he drove into me furiously, sending me into multiple orgasms that ripped through my body. It was so intense I thought I might pass out.
I cried out as his teeth sank into my flesh, biting one of my nipples and then the other as I rode him violently to orgasm after orgasm. By the time he joined me, filling me once again with his own bliss, I was spent, collapsing against him for a moment until he finally pulled me free of me and slid his fingers inside of my now tender pussy, placing them inside my mouth to let me experience the way our juices tasted mixed together.
“That was fucking beautiful.”
“Yes, sir. It was.”
“Why don’t you get us a couple more drinks?”
Climbing off of him, I made my way to the mini bar, preparing drinks and returning to hand him one. I had made sure to use most of the tequila in his and very little of it in mine. The part of my brain that was supposed to be here for one reason had suddenly kicked back in and was right back on track, even with my pussy still throbbing from the incredible way he had fucked me.