ONLY FOR JETT WOULD I climb back into a fucking cage.
When he announced his plans for this party and the giant birdcages, I think I went pale.
It took me a few tries, but I finally mustered up enough courage to step through the door. And now here I stand, wearing huge white wings, boy shorts, and a lacy bralette. An angelic attraction for everyone to admire. The only thing that’s saving me from panicking right now is the knowledge the door is unlocked, and I have the ability to step out if need be.
Party guests dressed in all white come and go, mingling, drinking, and dancing. Jett transformed the great room into a nightclub. A very loose, very lewd nightclub. Sex is flowing freely in the VIP area, on the clusters of couches in the corners, and playing explicitly on the wall. The porno is a nice touch. Adds to the ambiance.
I dance seductively to the sexy music as I was instructed to do. It all feels a bit like the red light district. A call girl on display.
I don’t know how long Jett secretly watches me entertain in the cage, but when I turn, he’s there. The man can stop your heart with just his gorgeous face alone. Strip him out of his clothes and it’s a full-blown spasm of a coronary artery. Tonight he’s sporting wild blond hair, sharp blue-green eyes, and a skin tight white T-shirt that accents every ripple on his chest. The ring of his nipple piercing peeking out under the taut pull of the cotton.
I seduce him as I move, pressing my body against the vertical bars and undulating my hips to the rhythm.
A naughty smirk brightens his face as he reaches up and grabs the cage. I can feel his body heat through the metal as I press my chest as closely as the bars will allow.
“I know I shouldn’t say this, but I fucking love you in that cage. All that’s missing is a collar.”
“You’re the only one I’d crawl into a cage for.”
“London,” he expels in agony, adjusting his cock.
“I can take care of your little problem.” I run a fingernail down the center of his chest.
“Believe me, little bird, there’s nothing I want more than for you to drop to your knees and suck my cock through the bars of this cage. But that’s not why I’m here.” His tone becomes dire. My defenses immediately go up.
“Then why are you here? Just checking on me?” I stop moving.
“Yes. And to tell you to leave.”
“What?” My voice cracks over the music.
“London, listen to me.” Jett grabs hold of the bars way too alarmingly. “When I walk away from this cage, drop your wings, walk out of this room, and straight to the garage. Don’t stop. Not for anything or anyone. A car will be waiting, get in it—”
“Jett—”
“Don’t argue with me. I’m not asking you—I’m telling you. I’m ordering you to get into that car.”
I’m utterly floored.
“Why are you sending me away?”
“Because I have to.”
“That’s the only explanation I get?”
“Yes, for now, that’s all you get. I’m asking you to trust me. For the very last time. I’m asking for your very last bit of blind faith.”
I can only stare oddly at this mysterious man.
“A bit is all I have left,” I admit.
“It’s enough.”
The sincerity in his big blue eyes has the power to command me. It has the power to eradicate all my doubts. To spin my single thread of blind faith into an entire tapestry.
Before I can argue any further, a part in the glowing white crowd catches my attention as Kayne totes Ellie through the room like a king with his concubine.
Kayne stands casually next to Jett with Ellie close behind him. Jesus, he has her collared, cuffed, and clamped seven different ways from Sunday.
She looks beautiful, though. Sultry, sexy, and submissive, eyes cast down at the floor.
“He’s here,” I hear Jett say to Kayne.
Who?
I follow their gaze to find Javier and a tall, lean man with white hair headed our way.
It’s subtle, but both Kayne’s and Jett’s demeanor goes on the defensive. Maybe I recognize it because I know them so intimately. Or maybe it’s because I’ve lived my entire life in fear and can pick up trepidation like a bloodhound.
I can only hear bits and pieces of the four men’s exchange over the thumping music . . .”Senor Roberts,” . . . Kayne and the man I don’t know shake hands . . .”I thank you for welcoming me and celebrating me in your home.” . . .”Mi placer. Es un gesto para expresar mi entusiasmo para las actividades futuras.” My pleasure. It’s a gesture to express my enthusiasm for future endeavors. Kayne responds to the white-haired man in Spanish. They converse some more as Jett hangs readily on my cage. I just play my part as the tension rises degree by scalding degree.
When the man turns his sights on Ellie, I brace for an explosion . . .”She’s quite stunning.” He pulls her out from behind Kayne by her leash. Ellie looks up once she’s directed. “Is she for sale?” . . . My heart stops. He’d never sell her, would he? I glance at Jett, who is watching the exchange like a sharp shooter.
“No,” Kayne immediately replies.
I breathe a silent sigh of relief.
“Borrow, then?” the man presses.
Kayne holds steady. “No.”
I don’t know who the man is, but he gives me the creeps. The same as Javier. I worry for Ellie. I worry for Kayne, and Jett, and myself. I’ve dealt with pieces of shit like these two most of my life, and it doesn’t look like I’ll be involved with a different kind of crew anytime soon. Not as long as I belong to Jett.
“I don’t blame you for keeping her all to yourself.” The man runs his thumb down Ellie’s chest and over the delicate chain that reaches all the way down to the apex of her thighs. Then he tugs, and Ellie nearly falls over. The clamp on her clit wreaking havoc on her body. I want to burst out of my cage and tackle the man. I want to scream at Kayne and kick Jett for allowing them to treat her this way. She’s innocent. Just like I once was. But before my fury gets the better of me, Jett chimes in.
“We have plenty of pets to play with.” He gains both Javier and the white-haired man’s attention. Apprehension suddenly churns in the pit of my stomach like riotous birds.
“Yes. I’d hate to miss out on the festivities.” The man steps away from Ellie, but Javier lingers a second longer. He then squeezes her breast, and Ellie whimpers before retreating behind Kayne. Scum of the fucking earth. Hurting Jenna wasn’t enough, he has to fuck with Ellie too?
“Your whore still needs work,” Javier sneers and my anger skyrockets. The only thing that keeps me in check is Kayne’s threatening glare. I think if he could shoot laser beams from his eyes, he would.
“Go,” Jett mouths, delivering one last communicative look before he leads Javier and his companion away. I watch helplessly as they disappear in the crowd, a sickening feeling of dread taking hold.
Confused, worried, and alone, I drop my wings as Jett instructed, slip out of the cage, and head straight for the garage without passing go.
My pulse pounds as I weave through the throngs of people and across the house. The farther away from the great room I get, the quieter my surroundings become. I step into the vast garage filled with all Kayne’s and Jett’s toys. Expensive foreign cars, motorcycles, and four wheelers all lined up on display. All shiny and impressive under the florescent lights.
As I stand in the middle of the garage, headlights suddenly blind me as a sports car pulls out of its spot. I jump back as it rumbles past me and then stops. The driver’s side door swings open and my heart dies in my chest as soon as I see his face.
“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” I snap as Alistair stands next to the sleek black Porsche.
“No, get your ass in the car.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I spit. Has Jett lost his fucking mind? Sending me away with the man who’s the star of my most horrific nightmares?
Alistair snatches me before I even see his hand move.
“You are my little pet,” his tone isn’t threatening, just urgent. It still speaks to all my hostility. My rage flares, and without a second thought I kick him square in the balls. He topples against the car with an agonizing groan as Amber flies out of the passenger side. “London, what the fuck?” she snaps, outraged.
I ignore her imperiously.
“My name isn’t ‘pet’,” I seethe, looking at the man who brought so much pain into my life. I feel like I’m possessed, being forced to confront him now. “I remember every heinous thing you ever did to me.” I shake from the hatred and rage. “I remember the last night I ever spent with you. How you ripped the virginity right from my body.” My angry tears boil over. “I also remember the man my father sold my virginity to, and how when I didn’t bleed, he raped me until I did.” That was the start of my second trek through hell.
“London.” Amber touches me lightly, but I smack her hand away.
“Why would Jett do this? Why would he send me away with you?”
Alistair looks up at me with a different set of hazel eyes. They’re nowhere near as cold as they used to be, but still just as shrewd.
“Because I’m the only other person he trusts with your life next to Kayne. I’m a solider, London. I have been my entire life. I do as I’m told.”
“What did Jett tell you to do with me?” I ask suspiciously.
“Protect you.”
“From what?”
“The entire world.”
I regard him like he’s crazy.
“Get in the car, London.” Alistair is finally able to stand at his full height, but it’s visible his nuts are still throbbing by the way he cradles his crotch. I wish I could cut his testicles right off.
“Please, we need to go,” Amber adds alarmed.
As much as I don’t want to, it’s Jett’s judgment I trust. So I cautiously open the back door. “You know what I did to my father,” I threaten Alistair. “Try anything and I’ll do the same to you.” Then I slip into the back seat, animosity radiating off me like nuclear decay.
Seconds later, Alistair is peeling out of the garage, leaving Mansion, and everything I’ve come to know, behind. The house shrinks away to nothing as we fly down the half mile drive and turn on to the street.
“Where are we going?” I ask guardedly in the darkness.
“Airport.” Alistair hands over an answer with no hesitation.
“And then where?”
“The beach.”
Can he be any more vague?
I catch Amber rubbing his leg as he drives, the affectionate gesture causing me to feel ill.
“How can you be with him knowing what he did to me? Knowing what kind of monster he is?” The questions are like poison leaving my lips.
Amber turns to me, her long black hair and big brown eyes shining under the passing streetlights. “You can’t not love someone for who they once were. You can only love them for who they are now.”
How very poetic. She has no idea who he once was. I’m not convinced he’s a different man. If Jett was unaware of Alistair’s ulterior life, how can Amber be so certain he changed? That he’s who he says he is?
“Oh, really?” I reply to her naïve reasoning with disdain. “You must like it when he drowns you while you fuck or beats you with a bamboo stick when you don’t swallow his dick deep enough.”
Amber passes an apprehensive look to Alistair, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. That’s right motherfucker, squirm. I won’t hide any of your dirty secrets. I’ll tell Amber every single one without an ounce of remorse.
“You can hate me for what I did.” Alistair glances back at me through the rearview mirror. “But you were my best work. My most prized pupil. It’s why Jett took to you so quickly. You possess the true makings of a bona fide submissive.” His chilling accent slips through, and my skin crawls.
“You didn’t mold me!” I shout, causing Amber to jump. “You took an innocent young girl and broke her!” I yell outraged.
My outburst doesn’t seem to affect Alistair one bit. “I don’t see anyone broken in this car,” he responds evenly, our eyes locked in as he fixates on me in the mirror.
Spitefully, I slip back into the leather seat, a ball of raging emotions.
“Give it to her,” Alistair says to Amber.
Oh, Christ, give me what? Amber reaches down and produces a large tan envelope.
I take it cautiously.
“Relax, it isn’t a bomb,” Alistair mocks.
I stick my tongue out at him. Fuck you. I’ll never trust you or anything you give me.
I open the envelope containing four strands of white pearls, a cell phone, and a handwritten note.
London,
I see you when you think no one is looking. I catch your glances and sighs. I read your reservations even though you think your confidence overshadows them. I always look beyond the surface, and when I do, I see you. The real, raw, vulnerable you.
One day, I’ll tell you these things.
One day, you’ll be more than just a woman on her knees who thinks her face doesn’t stick out of the crowd. You don’t know how you resonate to me.
One day, I’ll tell you.
One day, I’ll declare.
But today, I’ll keep our emotions safe. I’ll hold them in my heart and protect them with my life because when they are released, oh little bird, when they are released, we’re going to fly . . .
I’m sure you want to murder me right now. But I’m asking you to trust me one last time. I know I’ve hit my quota on requests, but please believe I have only ever had your best interests at heart. Always remember, my beautiful little bird, there’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.
I’ll see you soon.
Your Jett
I clutch the pearls in my hand as I re-read the note several times with tears brimming.
How soon is soon, Jett?
It’s been three days since Alistair and Amber whisked me away from Mansion. I went from one beautiful confinement to another.
Holed up in a Tuscan-style gated compound on the California coast. I knew exactly where we were the second we landed at the private airport outside of LA. As a native to California, I recognized the landscape and the smell. Unsavory memories returned as I recalled how my father used to fly me all over the world, in and out of little hubs just like the one we flew into.
If you had to put a label on it, I would call our living arrangement a social experiment. I keep away from Alistair at all costs, tolerating Amber when and where I can, spending most of my time on the outdoor veranda that overlooks the sparkling Pacific Ocean.
There’s been no word from Jett, except the random love quotes I receive through text message.
“I still haven’t figured out how to sit across from you and not be madly in love with everything you do . . . You are the most beautiful thing I keep inside my heart . . . In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you . . . You are the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up.”
I won’t lie, that last one is my favorite. Because Jett is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. You know, when that actually happens.
I will give it to him, he knows how to be romantic. I just wish he was doing it in person. Because the ache in my chest is unbearable from his absence. The only tangible thing I have to hold on to is my camera and the precious memory card inside.
Jett didn’t send me away empty-handed. His plan was premeditated. Alistair pulled a suitcase from the trunk of the Porsche when we arrived at the airport. Jett had packed a variety of my favorite things, like my perfume, my knee socks, and my camera.
I’ve scrolled through the pictures a thousand times since I’ve been here, finding comfort in familiar faces. Jenna, Jett, and the rest of the girls, who would let me play dress up and host photo shoots. More new emotions to experience. More new feelings to sort out. Jett always helped me navigate the unfamiliar waters, like the nautical star tattooed on his arm. Now I’m drifting through the dark sea alone.
I watch the sunset by myself for the third night in a row. Isolation is getting old.
I turn on the outdoor fireplace and make my way inside. The plus side to the oversized villa—besides Alistair and Amber having their own wing—is the stocked wine cellar. I’ve been testing a new region each night. I think I’m going with New Zealand this time. After grabbing a bottle of red, I head back through the open living area toward the kitchen. The house is absolutely magnificent. All white furnishings throughout with natural wood beams running along the ceiling gives it style and a tranquil feel.
I grab a wine glass off the shelf in the kitchen and the bottle opener from the drawer, prepared to tear into some of New Zealand’s finest wine.
“Pour a glass for me,” a sultry voice rasps in my ear, and I jump sky high.
“Jesus Christ!” I spin around so fast I knock the wine bottle right off the counter. Jett snatches it faster than a striking snake before it hits the floor. We both freeze for an elevated heart beat before Jett gazes back at me with an impish grin on his angelic face. Two more recognitional seconds pound before I launch myself at him, nearly knocking us both to the ground. “Where did you come from?”
“Queens.” He chuckles.
“Huh?” I hug him tightly, refusing to let go.
“It’s a long story.” He drops a lingering kiss on my lips, and I race for more, locking my arms around his neck and slipping my tongue into his mouth. I don’t care where he’s been or what he’s been doing. The only thing that matters is that he’s here now. With me.
“Someone missed me,” Jett mumbles against my ravenous mouth.
“More than missed you.” I pull at his button-up shirt, desperate to remove it. Desperate to remove all his clothes.
Jett chuckles harder, lifting me off the ground and placing me on the granite countertop. He relocates the wine bottle between my legs before indulging me by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it away. I immediately zero in on the thick bandage wrapped around his left arm. Right over his star tattoo.
“What happened?” I ask, upset.
Jett grabs the wine bottle and opens it while still between my legs.
“A lot of shit.” Pop goes the cork.
“What kind of shit?” I touch the gauze.
He looks up at me, weathered. “Is there more of this?” He lifts the dark red bottle.
“An entire room. Why?”
“Good.” He pours a hefty glass and takes a huge sip.
“You’re worrying me.” I clutch his face once he’s done guzzling.
Jett smiles lovingly. “There’s nothing left to worry about, little bird. It’s all over.”
“What is?” I draw my eyebrows together.
“My pretend life.” Jett swallows another mouthful of wine.
“I’m not following you.” I search his eyes anxiously.
“All my secrets are about to become yours. Do you think you can handle that?”
“After enduring three days with Alistair, I can handle anything.” I cross my arms haughtily.
Jett snickers darkly. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.” I laugh so I don’t cry.
“I know how much you hate him. But he’s the only one I could trust. I hoped Amber would be a buffer.”
I steal the wine glass and take a large sip of my own. “Lucky for you, she was.”
“My gamble paid off.”
“There’s something else I would like to come off.” I tug at his pants.
Jett clutches my face and tangles our tongues, trapping our mouths in a fiery embrace.
“I should tell you everything first,” he huffs between greedy breaths of air.
“Is Ellie safe?” I ask as we kiss.
“Yes.”
“Is Kayne safe?”
Another yes.
“Are we safe?” I pause to look to him.
“Yes. We’re safe.” He nods sternly.
“Then that’s all I need to know, for now.” I rip open the button to his dark jeans.
“Has your blind faith been renewed?” he asks as he briskly peels off my yoga shorts.
“Yes. You’re here.” I effortlessly pull off my scoop neck sweatshirt.
I’m naked on the counter in the middle of the kitchen and have never been more confident in my own skin. That’s Jett’s affect.
“I promise to never leave you again.” Jett shoves down his boxer briefs, freeing his erection. I grab his cock and jerk, missing the sensation of the balls of his piercing rub against my hand. I missed his smell and his taste and his voice and his laugh, and the feel of him coming inside me. Jett eats at my neck like a famished man as I work him into a frenzy.
“I need you. I need to feel you. I need to feel you everywhere.” I’m suddenly a junkie jonesing for a fix, begging her supplier to satisfy the gnawing urge.
Jett doesn’t hesitate, sliding my ass closer to the edge of the smooth, cool countertop. Pinning my wrists against the cabinet above my head with one hand, he sinks two fingers into my slick entrance with the other. I spread my legs as wide as my body will allow and invite him in. Demand him to touch me. Pleasure me. Have me. Claim me. Call me his.
I moan audibly as his fingers slide easily in and out, stroking my savage desire.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” His voice is saturated with lust.
“Every second.” I buzz with violent need.
“Did you think about this? About me touching you?”
“Yes. Touching me, fucking me, loving me.” I arch my back, drowning in the drumming sensations.
“You know I do, right? Love you.” He buries his fingers in a slow, ruthless glide, while flicking my clit with the tip of his thumb.
“I wasn’t one hundred percent sure until now.”
“I couldn’t tell you until I knew it was safe,” he confesses.
“Well, it’s safe now. Tell me again,” I encourage him. “No one has ever told me they loved me.” It’s my turn to confess.
“Well, I will.” Jett withdraws his hand with my wrists still subdued, and teases my pussy with a rough rub of his shaft.
“Say it.” I rock my hips wantonly. “Say it while you fuck me.”
Jett moans in a way I’ve never heard before as he pushes all the way inside me. The physical connection jars us both.
“Fuck, I love you.” He circles his hips so mind-bendingly slow, I feel the flaring sensation of it in every cell and molecule and fiber.
“Say it again,” I plead as the walls of my womb increasingly expand and contract.
“I love you.” We both gaze down, muscles strung tight, and watch his cock slide slowly in and out of me. Wet with arousal, foreskin pulled taut, scaling the steep, mountainous terrain of ecstasy together, knowing the view will be spectacular at the top.
My thighs start to quiver as Jett dangles me off the edge, denying me that last bit of pressure to send me soaring.
“You feel that, little bird?” His breathing is labored. “You feel that ache eating you alive?”
“Yes,” I whimper as the tremors travel from my legs to the rest of my body.
“I’m the only one who will ever make you feel that. I’m the only one who will ever be able to satisfy the hunger, quench the thirst, and stop the bleeding. You belong to me. Your mind, your body, your soul, your heart.” He thrusts powerfully, and I cry out in torturous turmoil. “And most importantly, your pussy.”
I gasp for air as he manipulates my pleasure, reducing me to a trembling mass of need.
“Jett, please,” I whine, desperately.
“Tell me you love me.” He puts me on the spot. “I want you to tell me while I fuck you.” He throws my request back in my face.
I have no issues fulfilling his demand.
“I love you.” I draw out my moan. “You’re the only man I ever have and ever will love,” I vow in the throes of passion. I know it’s the truth. That sense of peace I constantly long for surfaces as I profess my feelings.
“Shit.” Jett cracks, releasing my arms and trapping me in an ironbound embrace. The emotion etched on his handsome face is enough to make even the most broken woman whole again.
He makes me whole. He brings me peace. He gives me hope. Three things I never thought I deserved until I met him. Until he changed my life and helped set me free.
Belonging to him sets me free.
“I promise.” His thrusts become harder, faster—push deeper. “I’ll never make you regret saying those words.”
He surges his cock, filling me to the point of bursting, my clit pinching and pussy aching as we careen past the line of sanity and crash into a wall of reckless abandon.
The room erupts in a delirium of bliss as my climax electrifies all the places Jett owns. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart. And most importantly, my pussy.
I clutch onto him as he comes inside me, as the balls of his piercing aggravate the insatiable ache and our fluids mix, submerging us in a pool of fulfillment and rapturous gratification.
Our breath mingles in a melody of exertion as we float down from the bulldozing high. I never want to let go of this moment. Of this defining moment that has changed me forever.
“I really do love you,” I whisper softly, my heart inundated with extraordinary new emotions.
“I loved you from the first second I saw you.” He reverently strokes my flushed face.
“I guess Sasha knew what she was doing when she sent me to you.”
“Yes, she did.” Jett’s smile is infectiously wide. “My mother always does.”