CHAPTER THREE
It was beginning to feel like I spent more time in airplanes than on solid ground. Back and forth, here and there, I was really racking up the frequent-flier miles. I could only hope that this would be my last time on a plane before I got married—if I even was still going to get married.
Life was so uncertain. Between things going horribly wrong with my fiancé, and my overwhelming feelings for my best friend, I was beginning to wonder how much my family's ambition really mattered to me. We had more money than we could ever possibly need. It was just greedy to want more, especially for them to be willing to sacrifice me for it.
I came to the conclusion that things could only go one way. Either Jack would agree to teach me about BDSM himself, or we wouldn't marry. No more sending me off to strangers. No more pushing me into Liam's arms.
As Jack had feared, we had already started off on the wrong foot, and I wasn't sure how to fix it, or even if it could be fixed. All that we could do was try at this point. But if he wasn't willing to give, then neither was I.
Jack's bodyguard greeted me at the NYC terminal, and I did my best to smile. This man wasn't the one that had wronged me, and he deserved none of my discontent. I would save that for Jack.
When I stepped into the limousine, Jack was waiting for me. It wasn't like the first time when I was excited to see him. This time, all I felt was dread. He kissed me on the cheek and told me that he missed me, and at that moment, I realized that the sentiments were not returned.
“We need to talk,” I began, my voice showing no signs of warmth.
“I'm sorry about the school not going well,” he apologized. “It's important that you be able to please me—”
“Oh shove it,” I cut him off. “You pretend like this marriage is all about you. Well, it's not. You don't realize how hard this has all been for me. I had to leave my home, a life that I love, a man whom I love, just to come be with you.” The words came out as sharp as daggers, but the only person they were cutting was me. It sounded like a stranger's voice, telling me of all I had lost. “And now you want me to become some sex puppet just so that pathetic little shit between your legs will be happy.”
Jack's mouth was agape when I finally finished, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the moving vehicle and end it all. There had been no filter between my mouth and my brain when I spoke. I had lost all politeness, all the courtesies that had been painstakingly ingrained into me throughout the years, and now, I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
“I'm . . . I'm sorry,” Jack stuttered, not knowing what else to say.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “If you want me to learn BDSM, you're just going to have to teach me yourself. There's not going to be anymore sending me off.”
“Alright,” he agreed finally. “You seem really upset right now. Let's just get you back to my parents' house, and we'll talk about this more tomorrow.”
When Jack's parents greeted me at the door to their mansion, I tried to show them the utmost respect. Luckily, it was late, and no one was in the mood for conversation. With a quick goodnight, I went up to the guest room and laid across the bed, just wanting to sleep so that I could start the next day anew.
During the daytime, I did my best to play the happy charade around Jack's mother. She didn't ask why I had returned so early from my 'vacation,' and I was thankful. Apparently, I was entitled to the same level of discretion they gave Jack.
When Jack got off work, he swung by the mansion for a family dinner. I was quiet, as usual, observing more than I was speaking. Nothing seemed to have changed since I was gone. Jack and his father talked about business, while Jack's mother wanted to discuss my wedding dress, which she had taken the liberty of picking out herself.
I could not care less about the wedding. All I wanted was for it to be over so that I could go back to college and continue on with my life, pretending that Jack was somehow a part of it.
After dinner, Jack asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for a while. Part of me wanted to say no. I was scared of what he wanted to talk about after my outburst in the limo. My courage had sailed away on the morning breeze, and all I had been left with was numbness. Still, I knew that discussing what had happened was unavoidable, and it was better to get it over with so that hopefully the awkwardness between us could die down a bit.
I stared out the passenger's side window of the Lamborghini as we drove to Jack's mansion, avoiding conversation as best I could. He made some comment about the weather, and I grunted in reply, knowing that my childish actions were only adding to the tension between us.
When we got to Jack's mansion, he walked me inside to the living room. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“Water,” I replied, taking a seat on one of the plush recliners.
Jack returned with two bottles of water, handed one to me, and then sat down on the sofa across for me, running his hand through his hair, looking more nervous than I had ever seen him before. “You're still pissed at me, aren't you?”
I sighed. “I don't know.”
“I really thought that you would learn something from the school,” Jack began, and I could tell that he didn't know where he was going with it.
“I did learn something from the school. I learned that you don't know anything about me, and that you didn't care to learn anything about me before you sent me there.”
“That's not exactly what I meant.” Jack scratched the back of his neck. The pained look on his face was exquisite, as if he would rather be anywhere else than discussing this with me now.
“I also learned that this arranged marriage isn't as important to me as I once thought it was.”
“Melita, I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it. Why don't we start over? You're going to be my wife, and we need to make this work.”
“Jack, aren't you the least bit worried that we're going to get married, and you're not going to be happy? That neither one of us are going to be happy? Doesn't that bother you at all?”
“Of course it bothers me.” He leaned back against the sofa. “I want this to work out for us—want us both to be happy.”
“Then how do we get there from here? Because I'm not happy, and I know that you're not happy either.” My tone softened.
“I don't know.” He shook his head in frustration. “I'm not used to . . . girls like you.”
“And I'm not used to guys like you, so that makes us even. We need to find some middle ground.”
“I know. What do you suggest?”
I thought about it. “Well, tell me what's important to you, and I'll tell you what's important to me. Maybe we can start from there.”
“I'm not sure what you mean.”
“Well, for instance, you said that me learning about BDSM is important to you. But it's important to me that you be the one who teaches me. I'd also like to know why it's so important to you. You've been incredibly vague.”
“It's not something I like talking about,” Jack admitted.
“I'm going to be your wife. That means not keeping secrets from each other.”
“It's just.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair again. I could tell that even mentioning it made him uncomfortable. “Would you be open to having sex before the wedding?”
“Yes, but only if you're willing to tell me.”
Jack nodded, avoiding my eyes as he contemplated it. “Alright. I'll tell you after we have sex.”
A ball of nervousness began to build inside my stomach, wondering when he would actually want to have sex. The thought of sleeping with him before the wedding was a bit daunting, but if it helped to strengthen our shattered relationship, then I was willing to give it a go. Even though I wasn't particularly pleased with Jack right now, I still found him incredibly attractive, lust-inducing even.
“Jack, how many girls have you been with?” I asked curiously.
My question seemed to startle him, and he hesitated before answering, “Four.”
There was no way that was an honest answer. Jack Kemble, multibillionaire sex symbol who dated dozens of Hollywood starlets, couldn't possibly have ever only had sex with four women.
“Really?” I couldn't hide the disbelief from my voice.
“Really.” He was dead serious. “Does that make you feel any better about me? I'm sure you think I'm vile and impure.” His eyes darkened.
“I never said I thought you were vile and impure.” I tried not to be offended.
“What do you think of me, Melita Rickard?” Jack pierced me with his gaze, and I knew that the mood for the rest of the evening depended on what I said next.
I searched for the right answer, but nothing came to mind, so I decided to go with honest instead, whatever the consequence would be. “I think you're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. I think you're charismatic and kind. But I also think that you're not as confident as you let on.”
He smirked. “You're a good judge of character. Now, let's take care of that virginity problem.”
I wasn't sure if I was ready, but I had already told Jack that I wouldn't make him wait, so there was no point in postponing it. Quietly, he stood and offered me his hand, and I allowed him to lead me down the hallway to the dungeon. For a moment, I thought about hesitating, but when he opened the door, I stepped inside, taking in the disconcerting ambiance.
Everything was exactly how I remembered it. Not a chain had been tampered with, or a paddle removed from the wall.
I turned, and my breath hitched as I realized that Jack was standing right behind me, so close that we were practically touching. His blue eyes enveloped me as I looked up at him, and before I could even remember to breathe, Jack's lips were touching mine. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and gentle for all his unpleasant intentions, and I found my body relaxing.
“Are you scared?” he asked after pulling away.
“No.” I couldn't tell if I was lying or not, but I chose not to be afraid.
“Good.” Jack pushed my long black hair away from my shoulders and urged me to tilt my head so that he could kiss my neck. The fluttery kisses that he placed on my skin were soft and affectionate, far too delicate for a man who only wished to inflict pain upon me.
His hands fell to the front of my blouse, and he began unfastening the buttons one at a time. I stood, frozen like a statue, trying to enjoy Jack's touch but so overwhelmed by the suddenness of everything that was going on. When my blouse was fully unbuttoned, I helped to shrug it off onto the floor. Without hesitation, his hands went to unbuckle my belt next, and with that task finished, he unfastened my jeans.
“Take your shoes off,” Jack whispered before stepping away from me.
I watched him undress as I slipped out of my ballerina flats and pulled my jeans down the rest of the way. Jack's lean muscular body was appealing to the eyes, hairless and fit. While he wasn't broad like Liam, I found his swimmers build very attractive.
There was no shortness of loving kisses as our bodies came together. The only thing separating us was our undergarments, and I could feel Jack's cock pressing hard against his boxers.
He reached around me and unclasped my bra, pulling it down over my arms and tossing it haphazardly onto the pile of my clothing. I felt no shame being exposed to him, though I still yearned for the warmth of his body to cover me.
For a moment, Jack stared at my naked breasts, and I blushed, though I wasn't sure why. It was still hard for me to believe that he had only been intimate with four other women, but if it were true, then that would explain the look of appreciative wonder on his face.
I gasped as Jack wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me into the air, burying his face between my breasts while he carried me to a black leather upholstered saw horse in one corner of the room. Lost in the moment, I ran my hands through Jack's hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers as I tilted my head back, fully exposing myself to his torrent of lustful kisses. He fondled my breasts roughly, teasing my nipples between his fingertips while he took turns with them, sucking and lapping.
“Oh, Jack,” I whispered, wanting so much more.
To my disappointment, he pulled away then, rushing to grab some padded manacles that hung from the ceiling. I watched curiously as he came back to me, pulling them along. Jack grasped my wrists one at a time and fastened them into the cuffs.
“I'm going to raise you up,” he explained.
“Alright.” I was too excited to object. While the idea of learning BDSM from the school had been daunting, learning it from Jack was somehow arousing. His lessons seemed purely hands-on.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, and I did, walking to the center of the room. “Stay,” Jack told me before going to the wall to turn a crank which lifted both of my arms into the air. It felt strange being held there, practically hanging, at Jack's mercy.
He returned to worship my breasts some more, giving them each ample attention. I loved the lusty look in his eyes as he sucked on and teased my nipples. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the gentle pressure of his teeth and the lavishing effect of his tongue felt exquisite, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my clit. My only complaint was that I couldn't touch him. I rather enjoyed holding him against me while he ravaged my chest. It had made things feel somehow more intimate.
After a few moments, Jack stepped back, breathless from his efforts. I grinned down at the tent in his boxers, eager to see what I was marrying into. As if reading my mind, he slid them over his hips, disrobing the rest of the way. His eyes flitted up to mine, sensing that I was judging him, and I gave him a warm smile, letting him know that I liked what I saw.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Very.” I tried not to seem too eager.
Jack stepped up to me again, hooking his hands into the waistband of my panties to pull them down. I spread my legs to make it easier for him, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach with the realization that we were now both naked.
“I'm going to put restraints on your ankles and hoist you into the air. If it's uncomfortable, let me know,” he said, going to a cabinet in the corner of the room to take something out from one of the drawers.
The item didn't look like a restraint at all, and it wasn't until he came back to me that I realized what it was, some kind of thick leather half corset that left my breasts exposed. Jack fastened it around my waist, tugging on two handles that were stitched into the sides to make sure that it was secure.
“What's this?” I asked, thinking about how strange it looked.
“You'll see.” He grinned at me before hooking two more chains into the handles and then going back to the cabinet for the leather ankle restraints.
Once I was fully restrained, Jack turned a crank on the wall, and my breath hitched as my feet lifted off the ground. I tried not to make a sound as he maneuvered several different levers and cranks until I was laying on my back in midair with my legs spread, my head slightly elevated above the rest of my body so that I could see what he was doing.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Jack came back to me, pressing his hands against my thighs and burying his face into my sex. I groaned as his tongue penetrated my hole and then lapped up to my clit, pausing there to make tight circles that drove me crazy. It felt strangely embarrassing to have someone's face near my most intimate parts, but at the same time, I was too lost in the pleasure of it to care. Jack was relentless, seeming to know exactly when to lick and suck to drive me to my breaking point and when to pull away to give me a chance to breathe. Finally, he dove in for the kill, massaging my clit with his tongue until my entire body exploded into unexpected bliss.
“Mm, you taste good.” Jack straightened himself and gripped the corset by the handles to pull me closer.
One of his fingers searched for my opening and pressed inside, and my body jolted from the sudden shock of it. Jack's fingers were surprisingly thick, and I could feel them stretching me, causing a hint of pain.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“I don't like condoms,” he replied, keeping eye contact.
“I'm not on birth control,” I warned.
“I'll pull out.”
I didn't trust the idea. “What if I get pregnant?”
“I want to have children with you. You're going to be my wife.” He smiled at me, and it was the first time I felt genuine affection from him. Although I didn't plan on getting pregnant anytime soon, Jack's words melted the cold barrier that I had put up around my heart for him.
“I'm happy,” I said, trying not to get too sentimental.
“I'm glad.”
He probed the finger back and forth as gently as he could, all the while keeping my gaze. I had never realized before how beautiful Jack's eyes were. Pale blue with small flecks of gold. So unusual.
“Try to relax,” he told me as he pulled his finger out. “This is going to hurt a little.”
It felt like the understatement of the year when his glans pushed against my opening, and my whole body stiffened at the tearing pain as he forced his way inside. Once he had fully penetrated me, Jack stood still, watching my expression and waiting for my body to adjust.
“Are you alright?” he asked with a look of concern.
“Yeah. It just stings a little,” I breathed.
Slowly, Jack began rocking back and forth. The pain eased up, giving way to new pleasures that my body had never experienced before. I loved the look in Jack's eyes as he fucked me, as if he was totally consumed and could think of nothing else but being with me.
It wasn't long before he was spent, and he pulled out to let loose on my stomach. I watched the thin stream of milky liquid spurt from his tip, landing evenly on my skin and the corset. I did my best to focus on his eyes, enjoying the look of pleasure in them. When he was done, Jack went to the cabinet for a towel to clean me off with before turning the cranks to lower me to the ground.
“How was it?” he asked as he unfastened my restraints.
“It was good.” I grinned, suddenly obsessed with watching every move that he made. His back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he knelt to release my ankles, and when he stood again, I could see traces of my blood on his cock. “How was it for you?”
“It was excellent.”
“Do you want to take a shower together?”
“I would love to.” A large smile creased the corners of Jack's lips at the suggestion, and I think at that moment, we both knew that everything would be alright.
In the shower, we spent more time kissing than we actually did getting clean. It was nice to know that Jack still wanted to be affectionate when all of the fireworks of having sex had died down. After we were toweled off and dressed, he walked me out to the car.
“It really sucks that I can't stay here,” I commented, gazing up at the moon.
“We'll have our whole lifetimes to sleep together soon,” he said with a sigh, and I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.
The drive back to Jack's parents' house was quiet, as normal, though this time my mind was busy replaying the night of passion we had instead of worrying about something that was going wrong. It was a very welcome change.
“Goodnight,” he whispered to me on the doorstep, leaning in for a kiss on the side of my mouth. I smirked at the fact that he bothered to give me a chaste kiss after all we had just done together.
That night, I slept like a rock. It was the first solid sleep I had gotten in New York. If sex was a good sleep aid, then maybe we should have it more often, I grinned deviously to myself.
The next day before heading out the door to meet with Jack's mother about the wedding arrangements, I checked my cell phone. There were two missed calls from Liam and a text message. My heart sunk at the mere thought of his name, and all of the happiness I felt faded away with that thought that I had somehow betrayed him.
Thankfully, Liam's text wasn't too invasive, simply asking if I was alright. I responded that everything was fine, and resolved to try to forget about him for now. The worst thing I could do was get my emotions all jumbled up again when I was just starting to get warmed up to Jack—very warmed up. The stupid grin returned.
I was on cloud nine for most of the day, nodding to whatever his mother had to say. I stopped caring about the wedding a while back. The only thing I looked forward to now was enjoying a lot more sex with Jack. What had he done to me?
At night, I anxiously waited for him to pick me up for dinner. We were past the wining and dining phase, but I still allowed him to take me out and show me off. We enjoyed an expensive meal at Per Se, then went back to his mansion for our extra-curricular activities.
“It's time to live up to your part of the bargain,” I told him as he led me towards the dungeon.
“What do you mean?”
“You agreed to tell why you have a BDSM fetish.”
Jack's body stiffened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Let me get you tied down first, and then I'll tell you.” He continued walking.
“Is it so bad that you think I'll run off once you tell me?” I teased.
“No, it's just going to take me that long to figure out how to word it.”
I decided to let Jack have his way. Tonight, he preferred me naked and restrained to the bed. It was a lot more comfortable than being hoisted into the air. The leather from the corset had left marks on my skin. While it wasn't pleasant, I hadn't bothered complaining. At the time, my mind was too consumed with other things.
“Now, tell me,” I said, looking up at him as he knelt beside me on the bed.
Jack avoided my gaze, staring down at the burgundy comforter. “It's kind of embarrassing.”
“I promise I won't laugh.”
“I didn't really expect you to.”
I could tell that he wanted me to remain quiet, and so I did while he told his story.
“The first girl I was with, she was really kinky.” Jack smiled at the memory. “A lot more experienced than I was. She taught me everything I know about BDSM. How to be a good Dominant. Sex with her was absolutely amazing. But then she moved. And the next girl I hooked up with wanted a soft loving relationship. So, I gave it to her. I pretty much let her lead, while I followed. When we broke up, she told everyone at school that I was a bad lay. She even posted it on Facebook. After that, I decided that I would only sleep with submissive women." His eyes darkened. “Submissive girls don't talk about what happens behind closed doors.”
“It sounds like your second girlfriend was just a petty bitch,” I commented, not seeing the logic in his thinking.
“Maybe she was.” He shrugged. “I just know that she scarred me for life.”
Men are so prideful when it comes to such silly things, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that was his big secret. While I was happy it wasn't something more serious, I was a bit frustrated that it had taken Jack this long to tell me.
“Well, I have nothing to base your performance off of, so you shouldn't have had anything to worry about to begin with,” I told him.
“I suppose not. I was honestly relieved when you told me that you were a virgin, but a bit nervous at the same time. I've never been someone's first,” he admitted.
“Well, now you have, and you'll also be my always and only.” I gave Jack a serious look, trying to drag him back into the moment.
“I know.” He smiled warmly. “And I love you already.”
My heart swooned as Jack bent down to kiss me. There was an electricity between us that hadn't been there before, and I found myself falling for him.
“Now,” he leaned back, “I agreed to teach you about BDSM, and so I shall.”
“I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher.” I couldn't help but grin. This was going to be fun. Much more fun than the BDSM school could have ever hoped to be.
“First, you will call me master when we're in here. Second, you'll do exactly what I say when I say it. Third, you will not speak unless spoken to.”
“Do I get safe words?”
Jack flicked one of my nipples, and I jerked from the shock of it. “I did not say you could speak.” Now, he was getting more serious. “Yes. I'm not sure if they went over it with you at the school, but the safe words are red and yellow. Red means that you want to stop. Yellow means that you want me to slow down or decrease the intensity. I'm not into gagging. I like my submissives to be vocal, so you shouldn't have the need for hand signals. I figured, to keep things interesting, each time we're together, I'll introduce you to something different. So, kind of like a new lesson every day. Do you like the sound of that?”
Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak, I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.
“Today we're going to take things fairly easy and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.
I watched Jack pull something from the bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin metal chain. Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but not as much as I had imagined it would.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“It's fine.”
I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger inside.
“You're nice and wet,” he moaned against my skin, sending a shiver down below.
I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger into me while his palm rubbed against the erect nub of my clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.
“Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered, gazing intently into my eyes.
It was enough to send me over the edge, and I held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon, I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me want him so badly.
“Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.
He grabbed the chain that connected the nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a pleased grin.
“Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and bowed them around his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside. Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became one.
“Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was breaking my no speaking rule.
Jack was a lot more aggressive this time, pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before. This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.
To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast hard love-making. No, it wasn't love-making. It was fucking. He was fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.
I cried out while Jack took my body to places it had never been before. My pussy deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him, causing him to pant as his cock was about to give. Almost as soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.
“Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on his calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”
I purred at the exhausted look on his face. Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most satisfying feelings I'd ever experienced. Sex with Jack was definitely good.
After going to get a towel to clean me off, Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.
“Hurts, doesn't it.” he said.
“Am I allowed to speak now?” I asked, figuring that my lesson for the day was over.
“Yes.” He grinned.
“It hurts worse when you take them off than when you put them on.”
“It does,” he admitted. “When we're married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house sometimes. Would that bother you?”
“Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem to please Jack enough, though, and soon he was holding me in his arms, stealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate kisses.
I moaned against his mouth, enjoying his affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.
“I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I whispered, running my nails through his hair.
“Miss Rickard, I do believe you are a very sexy girl.”
“Your very sexy girl.”
Jack held me in his arms for what felt like an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first arrived in New York.
At their doorstep, he placed another chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky and kind. I was finally falling for him.
The next day couldn't come soon enough. My every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to absolutely sex-crazed.
I was more than eager to follow Jack into the dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.
“Today, we're going to do something a little different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to have sex today.”
“What?” My ear to ear grin promptly faded.
“I want you to masturbate for me.”
I had never pleasured myself to climax before. The very thought of it was embarrassing.
“I'd rather you do it for me,” I grumbled.
“Watching you would give me great pleasure. Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here, remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.
I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room. Perhaps that would change over time.
“So, I have no say in this?” I asked, following his lead as he began to undress.
“Nope. And the next word out of your mouth will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you won't get any warnings.”
When we were both completely undressed, I crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed, giving him a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.
“Well, go on,” he prodded me.
“I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face, mildly fearful of his punishment.
“Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the other day.”
Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless since I never masturbated. Slowly, I massaged around my cleft, hoping that it looked like I was doing a bad job so that Jack would come take over.
“You can't seriously tell me that you've never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of disbelief.
“Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to the word.
“Just do what feels good. It might help if you pretend like I'm not even here.”
“That's much easier said than done.” I rolled my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my skin. Using two fingers, I pressed down on my clit as I made small circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingertips.
“Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack requested, and I did as I was told, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching my every move.
The more I played with myself, the more ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't so difficult after all.
“Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.
Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over me with his cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his dick hang freely over my face, and I knew what he wanted.
The thought of taking Jack's cock into my mouth repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's dick before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so occupied staring at Jack's cock in apprehension, I probably would have scowled.
“Open,” Jack told me.
For a moment, I was reluctant. In response, Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from the pain.
“Open,” he said again, and this time, I listened, though I was sure I looked mortified.
Slowly, he pressed forward, and I felt his glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to be mindful about not biting him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic rules.
As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine scent. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder what he thought about my scent.
“Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend it's a Blow Pop.”
A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft. The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon, I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck him off.
Jack held onto the bed frame and leaned over me, rocking his hips back and forth. At first, I choked as his tip speared the back of my throat, my gag reflex doing the best it could to repel the intruder. He backed off only long enough for me to regain composure before thrusting again, seemingly unfazed by the wet sounds erupting from my mouth.
Jack groaned as he fucked my face, the only indication that I was doing a good job. I was too busy concentrating on breathing and not biting him to gain any pleasure from the act. Still, there was something incredibly sensual about giving him head.
Sneakily, I let my hand slip between my legs to work my clit. With each gentle circle that I made around my cleft, I sucked Jack harder, causing him to pant above me.
“Oh yeah.” He hissed, picking up the pace. I did my best to relax, allowing Jack to take over while he pounded into my mouth. Strings of pre-come clung to the back of my throat as he worked his meaty length in and out, and I felt an overwhelming need to spit, though Jack wouldn't allow me the luxury. I tightened my lips around him, and his juices spilled out the sides of my mouth, running down into my hair.
My fingers vibrated mercilessly against my clit while I sucked as hard as I could, the intensity of my sucking growing with the nearness of my climax. Finally, my body gave out, submitting to a round of earth-shattering contractions. Almost as the same time, I heard Jack groan, and my mouth filled with his semen, warm and thick. He held himself inside my mouth while he pumped out every drop, and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to spit until the end, if I was even allowed to spit at all.
Even after Jack was spent, he kept himself inside of me, forcing me to endure his juices. When he finally pulled out, I let his seed follow, coating my face. Better in my hair than down my throat, I thought, hoping that I wouldn't receive a punishment for rejecting his offering.
Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to care. He crawled off of the bed to go get a towel, though I knew it wouldn't do the trick this time.
“Shower,” I said as soon as I had finished spitting up all of his come.
“Yes, shower,” Jack agreed, walking me to the bathroom with a hand on the small of my back. “Next time, I want you to swallow,” he told me, not completely out of his dominant mode.
“Maybe after we're married,” I teased. “Got to keep some things sacred.”
“Spitting is just wasteful,” he disagreed.
“So is having an orgasm without a purpose. I'm willing to bet that you masturbate plenty.” I gave him a playful glance before stepping into the shower.
“Touche, Miss Rickard. Touche. You are far too clever for your own good.”
“And you're far too sexy for yours,” I purred against his chest.
“Touche,” he whispered again before wrapping me in his warm embrace.
When I got back to his parents' house, I noticed that my phone had several more missed calls and text messages from Liam. My coming home for those short few days when I escaped from the BDSM school seemed to have affected him greatly.
“Why haven't you answered any of my calls?” he asked. “I miss you,” said another. “Please, call me. We need to talk.”
I sighed, setting my phone down on the bedside table. It upset me to know that I had hurt him by leaving, but there was nothing I could do. Things were the way they needed to be, and there was nothing left to talk about.
I knew it was cruel, but I went back to my plan of not talking to Liam until after the wedding. Maybe if I didn't respond, he'd get the hint that he needed to move on.
Friday had finally come, and I was looking forward to spending my weekend with Jack. He had bought us tickets to see the Blue Man Group, but what I was more excited about came afterward.
Naked and tied to the bed in his dungeon, I felt more alive than I ever did during daylight hours. It was as if my senses were heightened, receptive to whatever Jack was willing to throw my way.
Tonight, he teased me with a thin plastic vibrator. I wondered what the purpose of it was, considering that he had such a magnificent cock to use in its place. Patiently, I lie while Jack probed inside of me with the toy. It seemed like he was getting more pleasure out of it than I was, watching as it violated my opening. His gaze was ever on my pussy as he pulled the vibrator out and then plunged it in again. Occasionally, he would rotate it around inside of me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as it touched my inner walls. I wanted to tell him that I'd rather it be his cock, but I knew better than to speak out of turn. Jack had well established that rule already. When he was done fucking me with the toy and pulled it out, I was embarrassed to see a sheen of milky white juices covering it.
“Nice and wet,” he commented, licking the vibrator clean. My cheeks flushed from just watching him, and I felt almost guilty for spitting the night before.
After putting the toy away, Jack returned with what appeared to be a back massager. It was a wand with a thick round white massaging head and a long cord that plugged into the wall. My body jolted as he turned it on, the sound of strong vibrations filling the room.
“This is going to be intense,” he warned before pressing it against my cunt.
Intense was an understatement. My eyes widened as it quickly overstimulated my sensitive clit. I squirmed under the pressure of it, but Jack refused to let up, pressing the thick white head between my pussy lips so that it could massage my most sensitive parts.
Within minutes, I was gasping for breath as the device sent me over the edge, forcing my clit to contract with almost unbearable pleasure. I was embarrassed to have come so soon, but Jack didn't seem to mind. What had taken me at least seven minutes to accomplish the night before with my own hand, the back massager had accomplished in less than two.
“That's usually a favorite,” Jack said, pulling the massager away to grin at it.
“I can see why,” I panted, trying to hide a scowl at the thought that he had probably used it on other girls before me. How else would he know it was a favorite?
“No talking,” he warned.
To my surprise, Jack unfastened all of my restraints, and for a moment, I thought our session was over. Then he pulled me up into a sitting position and urged me onto all fours.
I waited expectantly with my butt in the air as I felt Jack move in behind me. With more gentleness than he showed with the toy, he pressed his glans inside, then bucked forward until he was filling me completely. It felt different being taken in such a way, almost animalistic. There was a strange disconnection from not being able to see Jack's face, and I quickly decided that it wasn't my favorite position. Still, I stayed in place, enjoying the feel of him fucking me. His hands curled around my hips as he slammed into me again and again, using me for his pleasure.
After a few minutes, he pulled out, and my breath hitched as I felt a droplet of spit land heavily on my asshole. Holy crap, I thought in an instant of panic. He can't possibly be thinking of . . .
Without waiting for my reaction, I felt Jack's glans press against my vulnerable opening, then with a grunt, he pushed inside. My whole body tensed at the unexpected intruder, and Jack groaned as my ass clenched around his cock, strangling it.
I felt too full, like Jack's dick had spread me to my breaking point. Everything burned as he began thrusting. Red, my mind screamed out, but my lips remained silent, hoping that the pain would melt away into pleasure as it had when he'd taken me from the front for the first time.
While the discomfort never left, the pain did subside once the juices from Jack's cock worked to lubricate my hole better. With each thrust, Jack groaned, and I couldn't help but wonder if he liked fucking me in the ass more than he did in my cunt. He was certainly being much more vocal than usual.
It felt strange knowing that in less than a week I had allowed Jack to violate every part of me. Now, there wasn't an erotic hole in my body that hadn't been claimed by him. It was a nastily pleasurable thought.
Jack took his time fucking me, changing pace and varying his thrusts. After a few minutes inside my ass, he'd switch to fucking my pussy again, sending torrents of pleasure through my body. At one point, he pulled me back against him, squeezing my breasts while he teased my nipples between his fingertips. I thought I was going to lose it, but before I had a chance to come, he pushed me back down onto the bed, pulling my ass up against him with so much force that he practically impaled me on his cock. I cried out in pain, and in seconds, I was drooling against the pillow below helplessly as he fucked me like a carnal beast.
It quickly became apparent that tonight was about his pleasure. My ass was Jack's reward, and he took it with all the vigor of the world, fucking me until I was practically crying from the bliss of it.
He picked up the pace, and I did my best to stand my ground as he pounded into me until I thought he would die from panting so hard. With a guttural moan, Jack drove his cock deep into my ass, filling me to the brim with come. I gasped from the shock of it, the fact that he had come inside of me.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed, thrusting until his cock was drained completely. “Don't move,” Jack said as he pulled out, and I somehow knew that he was watching his juices leak out of me. My cheeks flushed at the thought of how inappropriate I must look.
When he was well satisfied, Jack slid off of the bed to go get a towel. I stayed in position, with my ass up in the air, until he returned. Very carefully, he wiped the come off of my ass and cunt.
It felt strange standing up. I could still feel Jack's semen inside of me, and some even dribbled out, running down my leg. Definitely shower time.
“How was it?” Jack asked.
“Different,” I admitted.
“Did you like it?”
“I'm not very fond of anal, if that's what you're wondering.”
“Hm,” he replied thoughtfully. I expected him to follow it up with a 'you'll get used to it,' but he didn't mention it further.
Jack wrapped his arms around me, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my head. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear, and I swooned from his words, anxiously awaiting the day that I wouldn't have to leave him after our passionate love-making. The back and forth was starting to wear on me, but I knew Jack would be worth the wait in the end. He had proven that to me.
The next day, Jack and I went for a walk in Central Park. We strolled along hand in hand, watching squirrels scurry up trees and ducks splashing in one of the ponds. It was perfectly romantic, and I couldn't be happier.
In the afternoon, we returned to Jack's parents' mansion for dinner. There was an extra car in the driveway, but I didn't think much of it. Jack's mother was rather fond of entertaining guests, though rarely did she invite them over for dinner.
When we walked into the living room, my breath hitched as my eyes landed on a very familiar face. Liam was sitting with Jack's parents, laughing over some witty joke that he no doubt had just told.
“Melita.” Liam stood to greet me.
Jack looked puzzled as Liam embraced me, and I instantly tensed up. Everything in me wanted to grab Liam by the arm, pull him aside, and ask what in the hell he was doing there.
“Your friend was just telling us about life in Texas,” Mrs. Kemble said to me with an excited smile. I couldn't help but wonder what he had said that they found so amusing. Probably, something embarrassing about me.
“I just came into town on business and thought I would drop by,” Liam said innocently.
There was no question in my mind that was a lie. First off, I knew damn well that Liam had no business in New York. And second, I hadn't told him where I was staying. He must have weaseled the information out of my mother or abused his power as a lawyer to look up Jack's parents' address.
“So nice to see you,” I replied between clenched teeth.
“And you must be Jack.” Liam pulled away from me to shake Jack's hand. His tone changed, and I could see the look of hatred in his eyes, though I was almost certain it was undetectable to anyone but me.
“You are?” Jack asked suspiciously.
“I'm Liam, Melita's best friend. Did she not mention me?”
Oh God, Liam, keep your damn mouth shut, I begged silently. Things were getting tense fast as Jack began putting the pieces together. Soon, he would realize that this wasn't just a friendly visit. If Liam had come all the way from Texas, it could only mean one thing. He had come to take me back.
“I apologize, but Melita didn't tell me that her best friend was a man,” Jack said with more grace than I would have been able to muster in such a situation. His eyes softened, and he placed a protective hand around my waist.
“Funny, she told me everything about you.” Liam's words had a bitter finish, slicing through Jack's false pretense. He turned to me before things could escalate any further. “I thought we could go have lunch tomorrow. My treat.”
I felt stuck. It didn't matter if I said yes or no, someone was going to end up ticked off. Although I was loyal to Jack, I knew it wasn't fair for Liam to travel over eighteen hundred miles and not get the answers he came for.
“Lunch would be fine,” I replied finally.
Jack turned to me. “We have plans tomorrow, remember?”
He was lying. The only thing on our agenda was attending a social gathering, but that wasn't until five o'clock. It was a warning for me not to go.
“We don't have plans until five o'clock.” I stood my ground.
Jack surrendered with a sigh. “Make sure you're back on time.”
Liam smiled, pleased. “Well, I won't keep you kind folks any longer.”
“Won't you stay for dinner?” I heard Mrs. Kemble ask, and I didn't have to look at Jack to know that he was silently cursing her.
For a moment, Liam pondered the idea, but after seeing the desperate look on my face, he respectfully declined. I couldn't have been happier to usher him out of the house. Just when things were going so well for Jack and me, Liam had to show up, threatening all the progress we had made.
Dinner felt tense, but I knew that the tension was only between Jack and I. He hardly looked at me the entire meal, as if it was my fault for Liam showing up.
After dinner, I walked out onto the balcony, hoping he would follow me so that we could talk about it. Luckily, he didn't disappoint, strolling up beside me and jamming his hands in his pockets. I glanced up at him, but he refused to look at me, his eyes ever on the scenic view before us.
“That's the man you're in love with, isn't it?” he asked.
“I don't know if I'm in love with him or not.” I sighed.
“Do you love me?”
I thought about it for a few moments. Jack and I had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but I had grown a lot closer to him. There were moments when I thought that I loved him, when his words and actions made me swoon, the same that Liam's had on many occasions.
The two of them were so different, I realized. Jack was confident on the outside but somehow vulnerable behind closed doors. He tried to be everything that everyone wanted him to be. Only when we were away from the paparazzi did Jack feel free to be himself. I still wasn't really sure who he was behind it all. Since coming to New York, I felt like I had seen so many different sides of him.
Liam was steady and stable, a kind romantic with a passion for life. Did I love him? Yes, definitely. But I wasn't sure if I was in love with him. We had so much history together, and I knew him from the inside out, the same way he knew me. There was no mystery behind the things that Liam said or did.
“I don't know,” I admitted finally. Jack had told me that he loved me on several occasions, but I never said it back to him. It had always been such a sacred word to me, only to be said if I truly meant it.
He sighed. “I suppose you wouldn't. You've only known me for a short time. How long have you known him?”
“Since I was four years old.” My mind drifted through all the memories of our happy childhood together, and my eyes involuntarily began to water at the thought that I would have to choose between them.
“What if I told you that I don't want you to see him tomorrow? Would you go anyway?” Jack's tone stiffened, and I feared his anger if I told him the truth.
“He didn't come here on business. He came here to see me. And I can't let him leave without the answers he came for.”
“Why not? There's only one answer. You're mine. You're going to be my wife, and that's the end of it.” Jack turned away and walked back inside, as cold as ice.
I stood out on the balcony for a while longer, hugging myself as the tears came down. It felt like everything Jack and I had worked towards was dashed away in a matter of minutes.
He had gotten so possessive the second that he figured out who Liam was. From gripping my waist to this new declaration, I couldn't help but wonder if this was yet another side of Jack Kemble. I had never seen him jealous before, but he obviously was, and I couldn't tell if it was because he thought of me as a possession or truly the love of his life. If only I could see inside his head, it would make things so much easier.
Jack was so upset that he didn't even come to tell me goodbye before he left. I had to listen to the heart-wrenching sound of his tires screeching as he pulled out of the driveway to know that he had gone. Perhaps he knew I would hear it—knew I would take it as another sign of his discontent.
It was a sleepless night leading into a day of nervousness. Jack avoided me by not even bothering to come to his parents' house before it was time for Liam to pick me up. I couldn't tell if I was happy about that or sad. At least, it kept Liam and Jack from bumping into each other again.
“Are you ready?” Liam asked as I opened the door to him. He wore an ear to ear grin, which I was sure was all for show for Jack's parents, doing his best to seem as innocent as possible, not letting on that he was actually a predator seeking to steal their son's fiancé.
“As ready as I'll ever be,” I sighed as I pushed past him.
For a moment, I hesitated to get into the car with him, in fear that he might keep driving all the way back to Texas. It was just my paranoia getting the best of me, though. Liam wasn't like that—wasn't that desperate.
“He's very . . . pretty.” Liam grinned to himself as he started the engine.
“He is,” I admitted, though I somehow knew that wasn't a compliment.
“I can't help but wonder which one of you spends more time getting ready in the morning.” Liam struck another jab.
“He's practically a celebrity. It's important that he look his best at all times. Maybe you could take some direction from him.” I smiled playfully, trying not to seem hostile.
“I rather like my balls,” Liam replied, and then he was silent until we pulled up to a small café down the street.
It was the simplest dining experience I'd had since coming to New York. There was nothing more complicated on the menu than a muffuletta sandwich. I decided to stick with trusty old turkey on wheat. It hadn't done me wrong so far.
We slid into a booth at the far side of the café, away from other diners. Liam seemed more focused on digging into his meatball sub than talking, so I followed his lead, scarfing down my sandwich in preparation for the heated discussion to come. Although my stomach was twisted in knots, I surprisingly hadn't lost my appetite. I had never been uncomfortable eating around Liam, though, no matter what the circumstances.
“So you're really going to marry that princess?” Liam asked after he had finished his sandwich.
“I really wish you'd quit demasculinizing him.”
“I don't have to demasculize him. He does it to himself.” Liam smirked.
“Like you're the personification of manliness?” I glared at him.
“One of my biceps is bigger than his entire torso.” Liam pointed at his arm as if I needed a visual reference.
“That doesn't make you manlier.” I couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous pride for being ripped.
“My cock is probably bigger too.”
“Liam!” I gasped.
“Well,” he paused, “want to compare?”
“Oh my God, shut up.” I burst out laughing.
“It's good to see you smile,” he said, returning to a serious demeanor, and my heart melted. For as much of a dick as he was being, I knew that his intentions were innocent.
We fell into silence, and I could sense all the things he wanted to say but was too scared to.
“How's your family?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
“Good. They're good.” He nodded.
“You didn't come here on business, did you?”
“I actually did,” he replied, and my heart sank with sudden unmerited disappointment. Perhaps Liam was just here for a friendly visit after all, and all the tension between Jack and I had been pointless.
“Well, I'm glad you stopped by to see me,” I told him, though I wasn't sure if it was a lie or not.
“I couldn't possibly come to New York without seeing you, especially when I wasn't sure if you were alright or not.”
“I told you that I was.”
“And then you didn't return my calls or text messages.”
Oh no, I was about to get lectured. “Things were complicated,” I said, trying to avoid a fight.
“Things were complicated when you had me pick you up from the airport, too. If they're still complicated, then you should come back with me once I'm done with my business here.”
“Jack and I have been working things out.”
“In his dungeon?”
My cheeks flushed at the mention of it. If Liam only knew all the dirty things I had done in Jack's dungeon. The thought sent a hungry shiver down below.
“That's none of your business,” I answered finally.
“It became my business when I picked you up from the airport—when you wound up in my bed.”
My breath hitched, and I quickly looked around the cafe to make sure that no one had heard him.
“You will never mention that again.” I glared at him. “That was a mistake. I should have never done that.”
“Was kissing me a mistake too? Some whim of overwhelming feminine emotion?”
“You're not being fair.”
“I'm being more than fair.” The muscles in Liam's face tensed, and I knew that he was getting upset. “You're the one who isn't being fair. You can't just run into my arms and then leave me and not so much as return a phone call.”
“I'm sorry, Liam. You don't understand the position I'm in.”
“Oh, I understand it perfectly. You're in an arranged marriage that you're not happy with. You're about to sell off your entire life so that your greedy fucking family can get even more money that they don't need. They're selling you off to that pretentious prat like some expensive whore.”
“You're out of line,” I raised my voice, taken back by the harshness of his words.
“You don't love that guy. I can see it in your eyes.”
Could he see it, I wondered, and it instantly made me doubt my feelings for Jack. Liam knew everything about me. He would know if my eyes were lying. But he could also just be saying that to gain an advantage.
“Come home with me, Melita,” he continued. “You're supposed to be my wife, not his. We both know that. I've made you happy for almost twenty years. I promise I can continue to make you happy for as many years as either one of us has left.”
My mind was racing with so many things that I couldn't even think to react when Liam dropped onto one knee in front of me. The entire café stared as he pulled a small black box from his pocket and opened it up to show me the glittering diamond ring inside.
“Melita Rickard, will you marry me?” Liam asked, and I nearly choked on my own spit as I looked down upon him. This wasn't happening—couldn't be happening. Not here. Not now.
“No.” I shook my head and then had to stomach the disappointment in his eyes.
Almost as suddenly as he had knelt before me, Liam pulled himself up into the booth. The little black box disappeared back into his pocket as if it had all been a dream.
“You know it's not that simple,” I told him.
“It could have been.” Liam shrugged, avoiding my gaze.
“Why are you making this so hard for me?” I buried my face in my hands, unable to look at him any longer.
“Because I love you more than any man ever has, and more than any man ever will.” His voice was surprisingly calm for having just been rejected.
“I need you to take me back,” I said, ignoring his romantic words.
“Fine.”
The trip back to Jack's parents' mansion was riddled with silence. Liam didn't even look at me as he extracted a card from his wallet and handed it to me. “This is where I'll be staying until Wednesday. Give me a call if you change your mind.”
I watched him pull down their driveway, wondering if I would ever see him again. My response to his proposal had been firm, and I would not be changing my mind. Still, there was an aching in my heart with the knowledge that if I stuck to my decision, our friendship would be over. I knew that Liam was tired from me leading him on. This was his final stand.
When Jack returned to his parents' mansion for the social gathering in the afternoon, the tension hadn't faded between us one bit. The ride over was painfully silent as he ignored me in lieu of listening to the radio. At the event, I felt alienated even further. Jack's mother showed me off to everyone while Jack mingled with the crowd. I couldn't think of a time when I ever felt so alone in a room full of people.
I was surprised when we didn't follow his parents home afterward. Instead, Jack drove us straight to his mansion. I stared at the towering walls as the Lamborghini pulled to a stop and Jack got out of the driver's side to come open my door.
“Thank you.” My voice was soft.
Jack shed his clothing as he walked towards the dungeon, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. I could only assume that was what Jack wanted—for me to follow him.
Once inside, he turned to look at me. “Get undressed,” he commanded icily.
It was the first time I felt uncomfortable disrobing in front of Jack. What Liam had said about me being an expensive whore played in my mind as the sleeves of my gown slid over my shoulders and onto the floor. Jack was looking at me like I was an object, something that he could own and dominate, not like I was a person. The knot in my stomach grew.
“I sent him away,” I whispered, trying to knock some of the tension out of the air.
“Don't speak unless you're spoken to,” he ordered in a more authoritative manner than I had ever heard before.
Displeased with how slowly I was undressing, Jack came to me, practically ripping my clothing off in jerking motions. For the first time, I was frightened of him. There was no gentleness in his touch, no kindness to his words, only anger.
“Jack, please calm down,” I begged.
He grabbed one of my nipples, twisting it to the point that I let out a cry of pain. Then he tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me to him so that his face was only inches away. “If you're going to keep being disobedient, then I'm going to have to punish you.” He threw me to the floor, and I gasped as my fear of him grew ten fold. “You knew I didn't want you to go with him, but you went anyway. You disrespected me.”
“I told you I had to go.” I turned back to him with venom on my lips.
He pulled me to my feet, shaking me before I had even gained my footing. “Do you want this to work, Melita? Do you?”
Slap! It had happened so fast that I could hardly believe my own actions. In an instant, I was gathering up my clothes and running out the door, leaving Jack standing there holding his face in shock.
I locked myself in the guest bathroom, pulling my dress back on while I dialed Liam's cell number. Fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I put on only what I needed to make it out of the house without getting a public indecency violation. No bra. No underwear. Just the dress.
“Come get me, now!” I told Liam. Then I rattled off the address and hung up, wanting to get out of Jack's mansion as quickly as possible.
When I opened the door, my breath hitched as I saw Jack standing there, his eyes full of remorse. “Melita, I'm sorry.”
I brushed past him, heading down the hall towards the front door. Jack gave chase, but he didn't lay a hand on me.
“I got a bit out of control. I was angry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me,” he begged.
There was nothing left to say. Whether he had acted out of anger or just gotten too far into his dominant character, I didn't care.
“Melita, stop,” Jack commanded, but I wasn't listening.
“Goodbye, Jack.” I turned to him for a moment before disappearing out the front door. Thankfully, he didn't follow me, perhaps knowing that I needed space to think.
I walked barefoot to the end of the driveway to wait for Liam, wondering if Jack realized the grave mistake he had just made. His foolish actions had once more pushed me into Liam's arms, and this time, I wasn't sure if I would return to him.
Liam had a concerned look on his face as I stepped into his rental car. I must have looked a mess, I realized, thinking about how my dress was ripped and my hair was tangled from Jack's rough actions.
“Did he hurt you?” were the first words from Liam's mouth.
“No.”
“Because if he did, I'll go beat his pretentious ass into a bloody pump. I don't give a shit who he thinks he is.”
“Just drive,” I told him, trying to keep the tears at bay.
We pulled into the parking lot of the Broadway Hotel, and Liam escorted me up to his room where he sat me down on the bed, sitting beside me and taking my hand into his. “Now, tell me what happened.”
“Jack was mad at me because I met you for lunch,” I said between sniffles. “He ignored me all afternoon. He was just so cold,” I purposely omitted the part about him jostling me around in the dungeon, and I knew Liam could tell I was hiding something, though he thankfully didn't press me about it.
“I'm sorry, sweetie.” Liam pulled me into his arms, holding me while I sobbed uncontrollably. His hands were soothing, smoothing out the tangles in my hair as they petted over me. I listened to his heartbeat. It was faster than normal, but still steady and familiar. In his strong arms, I felt like nothing could harm me.
When I pulled away finally, there was a different look in Liam's eyes. He caressed my cheek, moving loose tendrils of hair from my face, and I didn't move when he leaned in to kiss me, though I didn't return the affection either. Liam's lips were soft and gentle against mine, a world of difference from the harshness I had felt all afternoon. Despite myself, I allowed his kisses to overtake me, demanding my reciprocation and carrying me off to heaven.
He pushed the straps of my gown down over my shoulders, and I was reminded of Jack's touch. I was far removed from Jack now, though, being held by careful hands—loving hands.
The dress slipped down over my breasts, exposing them to Liam's eyes for the first time. Instead of gaping at them in wonder, he looked at me as if he had seen them a thousand times before, more interested in my lips and my eyes than the perversions of my body.
“Oh Liam,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck only to be met with fluttering kisses across my collarbone.
He laid me on the bed, pulling my dress down the rest of the way until I was naked beneath him. My heart pounded as I watched him unbutton his shirt. Liam was the definition of masculinity, heavily muscled and gruff looking with his long dirty blonde hair and dark chin stubble.
It was as if my eyes were seeing him for the first time, not as the boy who had been my best friend growing up, but as the man who loved me. The thought caused warm feelings inside my heart, and darker yearnings between my thighs. I realized at that moment that I wanted him more than anything in the world—would sacrifice everything to have him, if only for one night.
My eyes flitted down to Liam's cock as he shed his slacks and boxers, and I couldn't suppress a lecherous grin as I realized that he had been right about being bigger than Jack. Liam was larger, in all areas.
He glided effortlessly between my legs, demanding me to part my thighs so that he could lay between them while lavishing affection upon me. I moaned as his lips covered every inch of my neck, then worked their way down to my breasts.
His touch was incredibly loving, all about pleasing me. I ran my fingers through his long silky hair while he sucked and teased my nipples. My muscles down below fired off deliciously from the stimulation, begging for more.
One of his hands slipped between my legs, and he gently fingered my pussy, probing slowly. I clenched around the finger, giving him a taste of what was to come.
He pulled out, inching himself up as he forced my leg around his hip. My breath hitched as I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my opening, forcing its way inside.
“Oh,” I groaned as he filled my passageway, spreading me wider than ever before.
“I love you so much,” Liam breathed lustily.
My hands wrapped around his broad shoulders when he began thrusting, and I dug my nails into hard muscle as he took me with slow passionate strides. It felt like heaven lying beneath Liam's protective body, being pleasured by his massive cock.
“Oh God, Liam,” I cried out, arching my back and bucking my hips up into him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels amazing. Don't stop.”
He paused, gently moving my arms away from his back. At first, I thought I might be hurting him, but then he curled his fingers into mine, holding my hands above my head as he leaned in to kiss me and thrust home.
Soon, Liam's breathing was ragged, and he was forced to pull away from my lips. I whispered pleasured encouragements into his ear as he picked up the pace. The friction from Liam's love-making quickly drove me over the edge, and I squeezed myself around him as my orgasm played out.
“Oh yes,” I whispered.
Within seconds, he was pulling out, panting as he let loose onto my stomach. I watched Liam's abs contract and relax as he came in spurts.
“Are you alright?” he asked when he was finished, and I had to grin at his overbearing concern.
“I'm better than alright,” I replied, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.
“Sorry about that. It happened—”
“Shh. Come here.” I beckoned to him, not caring about anything but having him by my side.
Liam smiled, easing onto the bed beside me and pulling me into his arms, causing the mess he had made to run down between us. I cuddled up against his chest, feeling more fulfilled than I ever had after sex.
“I will marry you,” I said, and I could distinctly hear his heart skip a beat in reaction. His arm squeezed me tighter.
“Your parents are going to be furious.”
“You care about that now?” I laughed incredulously.
“No, but I'm sure that you do.” He remained calm, running his fingers through my hair.
“I only care about being happy right now.”
“Are you happy?”
“Happier than I've ever been in this wretched city.”
“Our wedding probably won't be as extravagant as you'd like. No ice swans or pony rides.” I could hear the grin in his voice.
“As long as you're there, that's all that I need.”
I realized that now. All the money in the world could buy a lot of things, but it couldn't buy love. And, in the end, that's all that I needed to get me through life. My one true love.