I SWIRL MY TONGUE AROUND Jenna’s clit exactly the way she likes. She moans euphorically as she climbs to her peak.
“Oh, god, just like that.” She splays her legs as far as they will go and rocks her pussy against my face. She’s so soft and sweet that I sink my tongue into her dewy entrance for one last taste.
“You’re going to make me come,” she pants, her voice nothing more than a tortured whisper.
“So come.” Jett caresses my backside as I urge Jenna on before I feel him shift my beaded thong to the side.
“Whatever you do, don’t stop licking her,” he instructs me as he smears cold, wet lubricant from the line of my ass to the crease in my folds. I breathe a little more anxiously from the new sensation. Then there’s penetration. Double penetration. I lick faster, more erratic from the surprise intrusion.
“London!” Jenna flies apart as Jett works the vibrator into both holes. A long, thick rubbery shaft into my pussy and a string of firm anal beads into my ass. I gasp as I’m slowly stretched and overwhelmingly filled. Jenna proves to be a welcome distraction to the initial strain on my body as she floods my mouth with come.
“Such good girls.” Jett spanks me hard, causing my muscles to squeeze around the large foreign objects lodged inside me as Jenna and I pant for different reasons.
Jett pulls me up to my knees by the thick collar of my pearl necklace. “I told you it was just the beginning for you,” he hisses in my ear, and I erupt in goose bumps. Jett’s threats are deliciously erotic. And he always makes good on his promises. I learned this early on. What he says, he means. And I can’t even begin to imagine what he has planned for me tonight. Whatever it is, I’ll gladly go along with it.
Jett is my snowstorm.
The snowflakes fell furiously, and before I knew it, I was covered by them. By him. Buried. Trapped. Cold, but still warm all at the same time.
That’s his power, his magic. His beauty. Even in the darkness, you can still sense his presence. He can affect you. Touch you without any physical connection. I never thought anyone could penetrate my darkness, but he has. Effortlessly, like there was none there to begin with at all.
I wish.
“Jenna, you can go.” Jett dismisses her, ready to unleash his full attention on me.
She moves to slip off the bed, and right before she does, Jett pulls her close to us. He hooks his arm around her waist and kisses her gently, warmly. “Stay out of trouble, beautiful.”
She giggles softly, putty in his hands.
“I can’t make any promises.” She slinks off the bed and saunters to the door, clicking it softly behind her. As soon as we’re alone, the tension in the room skyrockets. A sexual combustibility thickening the air.
“Did you do as I said?” Jett runs his hands down my sides, possessively following the curves of my hips. “Does every drop belong to me tonight?”
“Yes, Jett,” I purr.
“It’d better.” He squeezes both my ass cheeks, reminding me of the toy ready to destroy. “Stay.” He slides off the bed buck-naked and opens his drawer of kink. Every time he fishes into his nightstand, he pulls out some kind of naughty paraphernalia. Tonight, it seems to be fully stocked because he retrieves one item after another. My pulse races.
Dropping the handful of chains and rope and leather on the bed, he commands, “Face me.”
I turn on my knees so I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Jett a half an arm’s length away.
He groans as his fingertips journey down the thick strings of pearls covering my chest.
“This may be one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever seen you wear.”
I smile minutely, attempting to conceal my satisfaction. “Who did you choose it for? Me or Marcus?”
My secret elation disappears. Why is he asking a question like that? I remain silent, fearful of retribution. “London?” He wraps the pearls around his fist and jerks lightly. “I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer.”
I swallow anxiously before I answer. “Both.”
“Explain.”
“I wore it for Marcus because I thought it would be good for business. I wore it for you because I thought you would like it. I thought you would find it sexy.” The last part of my sentence tapers off into an insecure whisper.
There’s a beat of tense silence before he responds. “You were right. I do find it sexy. I find it sexy as hell.” He yanks the beads again, a little harder this time, smashing our lips together for a scorching, oxygen-stealing kiss. I melt against him, a slave to his possessive tongue and starving mouth. Jesus, Jett can kiss. I clench the dual-pronged toy wedged deeply into my core, resurrecting my arousal. My need for this man is more colossal than the Titanic.
“I am going to make you come so hard, so many times, that you’re going to feel it in your fantasies. You’re going to dream only of me. There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else. Correct?”
“Yes,” I reply rapidly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Jett.” I crack my eyes open and stare into a sea of prolific aqua currents.
“Mmm, good girl.” He nuzzles my neck right above the choker of pearls. “Those words, your voice . . .” He lets the sentence linger.
What about those things?
Taking one of the ropes, he begins his intricate craft from my elbow to my wrist, knotting the soft string in a sophisticated design. He ties the leftover strand tightly to the iron railing around his bed, then copies the same action on my other arm until I’m secured and stretched and at his mercy, an angel fish on a line, dangling directly in front of him. Bound and subservient, exactly the way he likes. Exactly the way he wants.
Jett steps back, admiring his handiwork with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “You’re beyond beautiful,” he breathes serenely, stepping closer. “Completely exhilarating.”
I try to conceal my pessimism. Try not to associate my horrid past with that one simple word. A word that’s pure to Jett but tainted to me.
Jett’s facial expression falls. He can read me like a goddamn book. He picks up on even the smallest, most unnoticeable reaction, like we’re in tune.
“Why don’t you believe me when I tell you that?” he finally questions me. Jett tells me I’m beautiful and amazing and bewitching every time we’re together. No man has ever cared enough to engage my mind as much as my body, but Jett does. His pleasantries were unnerving at first. I just wanted to get down to it. But he had other ideas. Over the past two months, he slowly broke me down and challenged me to feel. I’m still a work in progress, but he’s letting me in, and expecting me to do the same. Which is a terrifying thing. Because I find myself wanting more and more to follow him down any dark path he leads.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t have positive associations with that word.”
“Why?” he presses, but I just shut down. I don’t want to ruin tonight with my sickening history.
After a few prolonged moments, Jett sighs with resignation. He takes my face in his hands and stares profoundly into my eyes. “One day, you’re going to trust me enough to tell me all your secrets.”
He’s dead wrong about that. I’ll never tell him my secrets. I’ll never infect my safe little bubble with the atrocities of my past. I’m running as far and as fast as I can from them, hoping beyond hope they never catch up with me. I’ll never go back. I’ll die before I let that happen.
“Where are you, little bird? Where do you go when you disappear like that?”
Into the blackest hole imaginable.
“Nowhere. I’m right here with you.” I return to the present.
He shoots me a skeptical look. “There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else, right?” I repeat our mantra earnestly.
The devout look that mars Jett’s face steals my breath away. For a split second, I’m fifteen years old again, dreaming of love. Still an innocent adolescent wishing on a star for someone to look at me exactly like that.
“Yes, you’re right. You’re so fucking right.” He slams our lips together, breathing back the air he just stole away. “Let’s see if I can re-associate the word beautiful in a more positive way.” He licks his index finger and thumb on each hand then pitches and rolls each of my nipples between the wet pads.
“Mmm.” I stretch in the bonds, my body reacting instantly to his devious touch.
There’s no talking after that, only acting. Only tickling, teasing, and toe-curling contact.
Once my nipples are pert little points, and the double trouble vibrator is toying with my building need, Jett reaches for the chain lying next to me on the bed.
“You’re going to come for me, baby. So many times. Tonight, we’re going to soar.”
He tauntingly pinches the two little clamps attached to each end of the chain before saturating my nipples with saliva and then capturing both rigid peaks between the metal teeth. The initial bite stings, causing my whole body to tense. To cling to the stiff beads and the vibrator buried deep inside both holes.
I moan in exquisite torture as Jett yanks teasingly on the chain.
“Stay with me, little bird. We’re not done yet.” He squeezes another clamp in front of my glassy eyes before running the steel tip down a straight line from my belly button to the top of my slit. “I’m going to enjoy this. I hope you weren’t too fond of this thong.” He yanks and tiny pearls explode all over the floor.
“I was,” I flirt. “Now, you’re just going to have to buy me a new one.”
“Robin, I’ll buy you anything you want.” He clamps my clit, and I squeal in surprise. “As long as I get to hear that sound whenever I want. As long as I get to keep you.”
I inhale a sharp breath as my body adjusts to the severe sensations and his weighty words.
Don’t say things you don’t mean for the sake of just getting me off.
“God, I’m a fucking slave for you.” He squeezes my tits, and the abrasive clamps make it feel like my nipples are going to explode.
“Jett!” I plead.
“I love to hear you.” He releases my breasts, and I pant in agony. “But tonight, I want silence.” He picks up the last item on the bed. I eye him warily as he lifts a black leather ball gag to my face. “I’ll never hurt you. But I want you mine. All fucking mine.”
I have no idea what he means by that as I part my lips and let him slip the red ball into my mouth. The first taste catches me off guard. Cherry? I suck it, and the sweet taste of sugar runs over my taste buds. An oversized piece of hard candy is what he chose to gag me with. Only Jett.
“You couldn’t be any more perfect even if I dreamed you into existence.” He looks as if he’s possessed.
He then flicks the vibrator on, and I scream, the gag muffling the tormenting sound. Everything constricts. Every captured muscle and every burning fiber as vibrations shiver through both shafts sending catastrophic quakes to the tips of my every limb.
It’s total body stimulation. I suck air through my nose ravenously as a climax ignites. I come hard and fast, taking us both by surprise.
“Holy shit.” Jett’s aqua eyes blaze as bright as my core, a residual kindling of my orgasm still present. I sag in the ropes, helpless and bleeding nonstop arousal.
Jett grabs my face and forces me to look up.
“That was just the first,” he rasps. “I want you to watch. I want you to look in that mirror and watch yourself every time you come. I want you to see what I see. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you really let go. When you’re caught off guard. What you look like when you’re totally free.”
His hand travels down my body, his fingertips grazing the pearl necklaces draped over my chest, my naked abdomen, and my clamped clit. I shudder from the internal tremors and his light touch. “Again.” He pumps the vibrator, causing more friction, calling on another climax. “Eyes open.”
I whine loudly around the gag, my body succumbing. Tightening, tensing, my pussy and ass sucking the rubbery shaft until I’m exploding around it once more. Oh god, my eyes tear and my limbs shake as the clamps pinch and the toy tortures me.
I try to watch. I try to see what he sees, but my vision is blurry.
“You are beautiful.” Jett grips the vibrator, thrusting it until I’m hot-pressed to another boiling point. I jerk spastically.
“Watch yourself.” He halts, running the chain threateningly through his fingertips. I glare into the mirror—an overworked, underappreciated, abused shell is all I see.
“Whatever you see is not the truth.” He tugs on the puppet string, my clit and nipples straining. I stretch my body as far as it will go, chasing after some reprieve.
I groan tormentedly as Jett pushes me past all my limits. Demanding more of me. Demanding everything.
The tears finally escape my eyes. Is this what he wants to see?
“Stay with me.” His statement is stern. I slide my guarded, watery gaze to his. My skin is flushed, I’m out of breath, and my cheeks are redder than apples.
“You are never more beautiful or more mine than when you’re free.”
He continuously yanks, commanding another implosion from my exhausted body.
The strain on my sore nipples and clit combined with the relentless buzz of the vibrator and unrelenting massage of every square inch of my pelvic and anal walls induces me to detonate again. Cherry-flavored spit saturates the gag.
My limbs feel like a thousand pounds while my head is as light as a feather.
I whimper debilitated as Jett gropes me, taking full advantage of my physically and emotionally incapacitated state.
Jett said we were going to soar, and he was so right because I feel like I’m high—drugged, stoned, tranqed, blazed.
“Do you know why I don’t care if you fuck other men? Because I know when you come with them you only feel it here.” He cups my pussy, and I wince from the contact with the clamp. “But when I make you come. You not only feel it here”—he sinks one finger inside me, sliding it right up against the rubbery shaft—“you feel it here”—he withdraws his hand and places it on my chest, under the pearls—“and here.” He then touches my forehead before kissing it lovingly. No one has ever touched me so affectionately before. “They can have your body. I’m the one who reigns over your entire being.”
I only have the strength to respond to him with my pained eyes. What does he see? Is it really me? Who is that person? I wish he could tell me.
With two quick tugs, he frees me, catching me as I fall listlessly
into his arms.
“One more.” He removes the gag and tastes the cherry flavor left lingering on my lips. “One more time for me.” Then out comes the vibrator before he climbs onto the mattress, drawing me with him. “I want to feel how wet you are. I want to feel you with nothing between us.” Jett lays on his back and urges me to sit on his straining cock. It’s a mind-numbing torture. My pussy is so tender yet still ferociously ravenous. I moan, oversexed, lustfully, and loudly as I ride him. The two of us engaging in sheer unadulterated pleasure. The hard feel of his protruding cock strokes my center at the perfect angle, the clamps upping the ante with their erotic pinch. The balls of his piercing aggravating my enflamed tissue.
Jett stretches out beneath me, reaping everything I have to give. “Make me come, baby. Make me fucking come.” Jett looks and sounds like he’s on another planet. I ride him harder, faster, until our cries are deafening. We come together, spasms snapping through our bodies like electric shocks. Currents of galvanizing pleasure continually passing between us, connecting us in a way I never thought possible. Never thought was possible for me.
When the earthquakes finally stop shaking the room, I collapse. Dead, done, gone.
I have been fucked a lot of different ways but never, ever like that.
Jett rolls me over onto my back, my whole universe throbbing. He shoves his tongue down my throat and swallows my suffering sounds as he unclamps my most sensitive parts, caressing each area gently as the blood rushes back to the surface.
I know what’s coming next. The first time he did it, it threw me for a loop.
Once I’m relaxed, Jett hauls me into his arms and cocoons himself around me. He likes to cuddle. I’m sure all night if I’d let him. But I can never sleep after sex, no matter how satisfying. So I usually just listen to him drift off and then sneak out of the room.
I lay next to him, secure in his grasp, trying to process everything that happened tonight. Everything he said. “They can have your body. I’m the one who reigns over your entire being.”
I dissect those words. Is he right? Does he reign over me? He definitely has power, but he called himself a slave. To me? How absurd.
I’m the subservient, the submissive—the slave.
I play with his nipple ring as his shallow intakes of air turn into deep, meditative breaths. He’s completely at peace when he sleeps. What I wouldn’t give to experience that. To close my eyes next to a man and simply fall asleep. I lay next to him for hours, absorbing his serenity. Admiring his soft but masculine features. Perfect bone structure, straight nose, plump lips. He’s the beautiful one. Not me. I’m deformed. Maybe not on the outside, but definitely within.
When I finally become restless, I wiggle out of his grasp. Regardless of how tired my body is, my mind is always on.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” His arm shoots out faster than lightning. “No sneaking away tonight.” He relocks me in an iron hold. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
“I can’t,” I protest.
“Yes, you can.”
“Jett, please, I can’t.”
“London, try. I can count on all my fingers and toes the number of hours you’ve actually slept since you moved in to this house.”
“I’m not tired,” I argue.
“Well, I’m not going to let you go lurking around tonight.”
“I don’t lurk,” I pout. “I bake.”
“Potatoe, potato,” he pacifies. “And as much as I like your sugary sweets, I like you right here much better.” He nuzzles his nose in my hair. “Now relax,” he hums seductively. “I’ll chase all your monsters away and be here to love you in the morning.”
Love?
He ignores my tense reaction, continuously purring sweet nothings in my ear.
He really is challenging me on every level tonight.
I reluctantly close my eyes, preparing for my perilous past to invade me.
To combat the distress, I concentrate fiercely on the low drone of Jett’s hypnotic voice. Envisioning every and any kind of innocent image. Kittens and puppies, flowers and butterflies, unicorns and rainbows. The most calming image is a storm. A snowstorm. Lying beneath a continuous snowfall of sparkling flakes. I find my cold and my warmth, welcoming the darkness for the first time in years before slipping slowly into a rich, deep slumber.