Tears filled Allie’s eyes and she swiped at them before they could fall. She dropped her hand again. It fell on the latch for the patio door. She stared at it and then out into the darkening, rain-filled sky. She slipped off her sandals. Then, without glancing back at Jay, she threw the door open and ran full-tilt into the pounding rain. She heard his surprised shout, followed by a vicious swear. She knew it was only the element of surprise and her head start that gave her any chance whatsoever of escaping him for a few precious seconds. Then she heard him shout an order that froze the blood in her veins.
“Hold your fire, it’s Allison heading for the docks. Don’t fucking shoot!”
She decided not to stop running. Jay would keep her safe, he wouldn’t let his men or anyone else hurt her. The only person determined to hurt her, to keep her chained up and suffocated was the man pounding down the steps behind her. He would catch her. There was only one way her wild flight through the rain was going to end. But for just a few seconds she wanted to feel free, she wanted to smell the rain hitting the ocean.
Her bare feet flew across the slick, wet wood as she headed past Jay’s Predator yacht toward the end of the dock. She stretched her arms out and dove forward toward the open water and the beckoning waves within. Strong arms wrapped a around her middle and jerked her roughly back just as her feet left the dock. Her hands latched onto his tattooed arms, where he’d rolled his cuffs up earlier. She didn’t bother struggling. It was too late for that and he was too close to the edge of his patience. He held her tightly, both of them breathing heavily as rain battered against them and thunder crashed in sympathy with Allie’s chaotic emotions.
Without speaking, he hauled her up the deck. Instead of taking her back up to the house, where she thought he was headed, he jerked her up onto the yacht, ignoring her angry cry when she tripped on the stairs. He dragged her through the lounge and into a bedroom with a large bed. He whirled her around and pushed her backwards onto the bed where she landed with a startled gasp. She rolled away from him, toward the centre of the bed and watched him warily. Her wet clothes dripped water all over the beautiful bedding.
“Very nice,” Allie said, breathless and angry. She waved her arm around the cabin. “Another status object to show off your incredible wealth.”
Jay stared down at her, his nostrils flaring in anger and lust at the sight of her soaking wet on the bed. Her pink shirt was transparent and stuck to her black bra. Her stiff nipples were clearly outlined beneath the fabric. She struggled to remain kneeling as the boat rocked in the storm. “Stop talking,” he growled.
“Why?” she asked, moving up the bed until she was sitting against the top of the bed with her knees curled under her. “You don’t want to talk about how rich you are? Or about how much I don’t care? Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve lived very frugally my entire life. Even having married a fairly wealthy man in his own right, I never spent his money.”
“I noticed,” Jay growled, his eyes practically glowing in fury at the mention of her ex-husband.
Jay began unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest to her. She couldn’t help but watch eagerly for her name to appear over his hard pectoral muscle. She itched to trace the faded lines with her fingertips, then run them down the ridges of his stomach muscles and lower. She loved his body, loved what it could do to her. Until Jay, she hadn’t known the degrees of passion her body was capable of reaching. But she couldn’t give herself to the man determined to subjugate her and take away her freedom forever.
“Are you… are you going to punish me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She forced herself to meet his eyes. He looked down at her, his gaze implacable, and deliberately removed his collared shirt and placed it neatly over a chair. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, taking his time, as though building suspense and fear in her mind. Allie watched the tattoos on his fingers, mesmerized, as he pulled the belt from the loops of his suit pants. He doubled the belt in his hands, holding the metal wrapped in his palm and snapped the leather against his thigh. Allie jumped, her eyes wide.
He dropped the belt onto the chair and unsnapped his pants, smiling grimly. “Sex will never be punishment, Allie.”
“It… it’s not?” she asked faintly as he unzipped himself and stepped toward the bed. “Because when you’re mad like this, it feels like I’m about to get beaten.”
“No, love,” he said, pushing both pants and briefs down his lean, powerful thighs and kicking them off. He kneeled naked on the bed and reached for her, placing a hand deliberately on her thigh and halting her backward crawl away from him. “How can something like this be punishment between us? It’s not possible. Your punishment will come later, when I’m unable to trust you or allow you to leave the property.”
He pulled her relentlessly toward him and swiftly maneuvered her until she was facing away from him. She tried to lunge away from him, but he caught her by the waist and hauled her back against him. He pulled her arms behind her back and trapped them by anchoring his arm through hers and holding them against his stomach. He took her jaw in his hand and tilted her head back until her wet hair streamed between their bodies. He pressed a kiss against the softness of her jaw, trailing his lips down her neck.
“Sex won’t solve what’s wrong with us, Jay,” Allie gasped, wiggling against him, trying not to feel all tingly at the way his cock was pressing firmly against the thin fabric covering her ass. “I don’t want this!”
“Tough, Allie,” Jay growled, his fingers digging into her jaw. The arm holding her arms behind her back tightened. He titled her head further back and whispered in her ear. “We’ve been through this. I will never stop fucking you. Every bit of you, always.”
He was breathing heavily through his nose, as though stopping himself from savagely throwing her on the bed, tearing her clothes off and following through on his declaration. He rocked against her, thrusting his cock against her ass. He licked her ear and then nipped the delicate skin underneath. Rain pounded relentlessly against the ocean while waves slapped the outside of the yacht.
“In fact, I think it’s time I took all of you, baby,” he said darkly, pressing her hips back into his erection and holding her there, leaving no doubt as to what he meant.
Heat flooded through Allie and she felt like she couldn’t catch her breath. “Oh god… Jay! I don’t think…” she gasped.
He brought his hands up to the straps of her delicate shirt and tore. Allie’s flesh bounced against his hands as he shredded the fabric from her body, followed swiftly by her bra, revealing taut, brown nipples. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, teasing them ruthlessly with his skilled fingers. Allie squirmed and gasped in his hold, tossing her head back into his shoulder and arching her breasts into his hold. His touch was rough as he rolled her straining nipples, sending cascades of pleasure skittering down her spine. She could feel the edge of darkness that lingered and threatened to overwhelm them both. He was still angry. She wasn’t certain he wouldn’t punish her this way, despite his words. But she trusted Jay not to hurt her.
Jay spoke in her ear of all the dirty things he planned on doing to her, all the secret places he wanted to touch with his fingers, tongue and cock. How he wanted to brand her until she wouldn’t dare to run from him again. Allie writhed in his arms, under his brutal touch, begging him to stop and then pleading with him to keep going. She had no idea her breasts could be so sensitive. Finally, he let her go and Allie immediately tried to crawl away from the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her. He used her forward momentum to tear her leggings and panties from her body.
Allie screamed in frustration, reaching for the shredded fabric, desperately trying to keep herself covered. Jay was much stronger and she was completely stripped within seconds. Allie tried to pull a blanket over herself and glared up at him. “How is this not punishment!” she shouted up at him.
“Because you’re going to love it,” he said, tearing the blanket away from her and flipping her onto her stomach. When she tried to crawl off the bed he brought his hand down on her ass hard, making her jump and cry out.
“Jay!” she screamed at him.
Finally angry, he pulled her up into the cradle of his arms and shook her, then held her tightly, both of them breathing heavily, Allie from exertion and Jay from arousal. “Stop, Allie. I will make this good for you if it kills us both. But if you don’t stop fighting I’ll have to tie you down. Not like Kelowna, but really tie you down, spread out and ready for my use. Is that what you want?”
She thought about it for all of a second and then shook her head and whispered, “No.”
“Then stop fighting me every step of the way, I’m not going to hurt you more than necessary.”
“I’m scared,” she said, her voice shaking.
“I know, love. I’ll take care of you,” he said against her hair. “Now go down on your hands and knees.”
He pushed her forward onto the bed and swept the rags of her clothing aside. He ran his fingers down her back and over the globes over her ass drawing shivers from her. She’d always been a little sensitive about the size of her ass given her curviness, but tried not to worry about it since overall she was pretty self-confident. However, having a man directly behind her, gazing at the most intimate parts of her body including her sizeable ass was not something she was entirely comfortable with. Until she heard him murmur ‘beautiful’ in a distracted voice, right before his lips began exploring her lower back and waist while his fingers played over her pussy, completely distracting her.
Soon, Allie was gasping and wiggling against the fingers as they explored her exposed pussy. She almost missed the lips that were making their way down her lower back into the crevice of her spine and below. She gasped and started to lunge forward at the first touch of his tongue against the ring of her ass. His fingers dug into her waist, holding her still for his dark exploration. She thrashed and called out in denial, but he anchored her against the bed until the sensations overwhelmed her and she was soon writhing in his lap and bucking against his tongue as foreign feelings sizzled from her anus throughout her body. He used his fingers and his tongue to force her into a fever pitch of screaming ecstasy.
Soon Allie was clawing mindlessly at the blankets, yanking them toward her and bunching them against her chest. She pumped her hips as she felt his tongue begin to penetrate her ass, no longer caring at this point about her feelings on the taboo nature of ass play. She wanted whatever he was doing to her. Until the pain.
Allie screamed and jerked away from him, trying to dislodge the finger he was wedging in her ass. She heaved and wiggled, but the intense fullness only got worse. Tears filled her eyes and she begged him to stop. She thought he listened when he withdrew, but then he pumped his finger back in again, repeating the movement a few more times.
“Relax, Allie,” he growled, kissing her ass. “It’ll stop hurting in a minute. You’ll get used to it, just breath. If I was smarter I would’ve spent the past few weeks preparing you for this.”
“If you were smart, you would stop it right now!” she snapped at him.
Allie could already feel the pressure easing though. She sighed in relief and wiggled a little as unfamiliar, but intense sensations began to spread out from the nerve endings in her ass where he was touching her. He continued to slowly pump his finger, moving it around, spreading her ass to accommodate his much thicker cock. She moaned and pressed back against the invading finger. He shoved his fingers into her pussy and scooped more fluid onto his fingers before returning to her ass where he steadily pressed two fingers in. This time she didn’t complain, instead arching her back down into the bed taking the bite of pain in anticipation of the incredible pleasure that would follow.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” he growled.
“Oh god!” she gasped, tensing up in alarm as he held her hips in a tight grip and lined himself up behind her.
She was sure he would tear her apart, when he slid into her pussy, causing her to gasp in surprise. He held her steady as he used her pussy while continuing to pump his fingers in her ass. The dual onslaught soon had her screaming through her first orgasm in mindless pleasure as he took her to new heights she had never before experienced.
After a minute he pulled out. He drew his fingers through her pussy, scooped the fluid and moved it up to her ass. He lined his cock up against her ass and pulled her cheeks apart with his hands. Allie bit her lip as he pushed forward. She screamed as the head of his penis popped through the barrier of her anal ring. He continued steadily forward without giving her a chance to adjust. She tried to pull away from him as the pressure grew, but he hooked an arm around her waist and forced her to hold still as he pushed steadily through until he was seated completely in her.
Jay held her tightly against him, her back pressed against his chest while she panted and adjusted to this new invasion of her body. After a moment he nudged her knees further apart and pushed her forward onto the bed until her shoulders were on the mattress. He took her hips and began moving in her ass. Allie cried out at the foreign feeling, but it didn’t actually hurt. In fact, it felt incredibly good after a few strokes. Soon she was meeting his thrusts and crying out as she reached for her own orgasm. Jay helped her by reaching underneath her and gently stroking her clitoris until she was able to catch the elusive peak of another intense dual anal, vaginal orgasm.
Jay wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the mattress, holding her against his sweat slicked chest, still pumping into her ass. As he closed in on his own orgasm he took a fistful of her hair and brought her head back against his shoulder. “You’re mine, Allie. All mine,” he grunted, as the head of his cock flared in her ass and he pumped hot jets of semen deep into her body.
As they came down from the high of anal sex, Jay gently disengaged himself from Allie and laid her on the bed. She shivered as she came into contact with a wet spot from her soaked clothes. Jay stood up and, lifting her, swept the covers off the bed. Then he set her back on the sheets, reached into the cupboard for more blankets and covered her with fresh bedding.
She yawned and caught the warm blanket against her. “You think of everything.”
He grunted and slid into the bed with her. “Not everything or I wouldn’t have lost you today.”
She didn’t say anything for a minute and then he felt her breath sigh across his chest. “I’m not going to apologize.”
“I didn’t think you would. An apology would imply you were sorry for your actions. I never got the impression you were contrite.”
She laughed and rolled over, sliding her arm across his chest. “No, Jay. Not even a speck of contrition present here.”
He slid his arm around her and squeezed. “I don't know what to do with you, Allison.”
She stiffened against him. “I know its serious when you use the my full name. Jay, I’m not a child. You can’t keep me locked in my room and give me dolls and pretty clothes and expect to keep me happy. I’m not your Allison in Wonderland anymore.”
“I know that,” he growled.
“Do you though?” she asked gently. “Because so far that’s the only version of our so-called relationship that I’ve seen.”
“What do you want from me, Allie?” he asked, frustration edging his voice. “I go insane over the thought of something happening to you. Letting you go ten years ago… it fucking ripped my guts out. Then you almost died doing a job that I knew – I fucking knew – would get you in trouble one day. Now that I finally have you back in my life, I can’t stand the thought of you being unsafe in any way. I want to take out all the shit variables that I can control.”
Allie’s heart ached at his confession. The kind of devotion Jay showed for her was breathtaking. It was incredibly hard to resist. Yet she knew their relationship wouldn’t be functional unless he would give her the keys to her chains.
“What about… what about a compromise?” Allie said, tilting her chin against his chest and sweeping her lashes up so she could look into his grey, stormy eyes. Her head rocked gently back and forth with the swaying of the boat on the waves.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked suspiciously, but she could hear the edge of hope in his voice.
She held her wrist out for him to see and shook it so the bracelet would sparkle in the light. “Take this damn thing off and promise to be more reasonable about my leaving the house and I promise not to run away from my bodyguards again.”
Jay stared at her thoughtfully for a long time. Allie was sure he would refuse her request when he reached out and captured her wrist. He kissed it, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin. He searched her eyes for truth and then nodded. “Alright. I know the bracelet bothers you. I will have it removed tomorrow.”
Allie grinned, her eyes lighting up. She crawled over top of him and pressed her lips to his, kissing him gratefully. “Thank you, you won’t regret it!”