Chapter 28 Cassie
CASSIE
I hesitated, then stepped into the room. I supposed if someone had asked, I would have said it was because I had no choice. Because I belonged to the Hawks now, and my part of the bargain was to follow their orders.
But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true. I wanted to get closer to Jagger, like a moth drifting helplessly toward a raging inferno.
The room’s walls were such a dark shade of blue they looked almost black, soft light glowing from both bedside lamps. There was a TV opposite the bed and two bookshelves lined with books and movies, an abstract green-and-blue rug covering the wood floors.
“Afraid I’m going to bite?” he asked.
“Would it matter?”
He lifted his eyebrows in question.
“It’s not like I can say no.” I heard the fear in my voice and hoped he didn’t hear it too.
Hoped he couldn’t tell that it was mingled with excitement.
“Come closer,” he said.
I walked to the edge of the bed, my heart beating so hard it felt like it was slamming against the walls of my chest.
He took my hand and pulled me next to him on the mattress, and if you’d told me two weeks earlier that I could get wet just from the touch of a man’s hand I would have called you crazy.
But I was wet now, the rough skin of his palm creating an erotic friction that made me want to climb him like a ladder.
I was perched on the edge of the mattress, his body only inches from mine, the scent of the outdoors and worn leather drifting through my consciousness, like a memory I was having for the first time.
“There are only two rules to your time here.” He stroked the top of my hand with his thumb. “The first is that you can say no.”
I tried to hide my surprise. I’d been under the impression I was a sex slave, that I had to do whatever they told me to do because I’d lost the Hunt.
“And the second?” I almost couldn’t get the words out around the stroke of his thumb on my hand, arcs of desire flooding my body like an overloaded circuit.
He leaned in, nuzzling my neck, and spoke against my ear. “You have to mean it.”
His tongue flicked out to lick my neck and a second later he bit down on my earlobe.
A gasp escaped my mouth, the wet slide of his tongue with the bite of his teeth sending electroshocks to my center. I jumped a little when he slid his hand under my shirt, his skin warm against my stomach.
He closed his hand around one of my tits and squeezed, and I closed my eyes, sinking into the pleasure of it. “Do you want to say no, little mouse?”
You can say no… but you have to mean it.
He kissed his way along my jaw.
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
I closed my eyes as he dropped kisses on the corners of my mouth. “Don’t make me put my fingers inside you to see if you’re a liar.” He teased the seam of my mouth open with his tongue. “I’ll ask you again. Do you want to say no?”
“No.”
He dove into my mouth with his tongue and I opened for him like a baby bird seeking nourishment. And then all I could think was, Why would I ever say no to this?
Because his tongue was like one of the sparklers my parents had let me have on the Fourth of July, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he made long strokes through my mouth.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers, squeezing hard enough that it almost hurt as he took possession of my mouth, and I melted under the heat of his kiss, the touch of his fingers.
His eyes were glassy when he pulled away, like he had a fever. “Jesus your mouth is sweet. Let’s get you naked, little mouse. I want to look at you again.”
“What about… what about the others?” I didn’t know how this worked. Was I only supposed to be with them together? Was Jagger going to take my virginity now?
“Don’t worry about Vigo and Hawk,” he said. “They’ll get their turn. Now stand up so I can really see you.”
I stood and he swung his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting in front of me. “Take off your top.”
I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, feeling oddly unselfconscious. The Hawks had already seen me naked. What did it matter now?
But this was different, Jagger and I alone as he stared at me up close and personal.
He inhaled deeply, his gaze locked on my bare tits. “Goddamn… that lighting in the tunnels really didn’t do your tits justice.” He took one in each hand, squeezing and thumbing my nipples. “Your nipples are perfect fucking rosebuds.”
He leaned in, close enough that his nose was pressed against my stomach, and inhaled. “And you smell so fucking good. Like vanilla cream.”
I pressed my legs together, the urge to come already swelling between my thighs.
He slid his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugged, pulling them over my hips. He took my underwear with them and tossed them both aside.
“Fuuuuuuck.” He rubbed my pubic hair between his fingers. “Look at this sweet little pussy.”
I was having trouble breathing, having trouble thinking about anything but how badly I wanted to feel his mouth on me, the way Hawk had done in the tunnels.
He pushed his fingers between my thighs, slid them through my soaked folds, and let out a suggestive chuckle that made my toes curl. “Vigo was right, you’re ready to play.”
I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me and started circling my clit with his thumb. “Is that what you want, mouse? You want to play?”
I closed my eyes, let my head fall back until I felt my hair brush against the top of my bare ass. “Yes.”
“Good, because I’m going to go to town on this body.”
I held my breath, waiting for the moment when he would slide his tongue through my pussy, when I could grind on his mouth to come.
“Lay down.”
I opened my eyes. “Lay down?”
He stood next to me.
“That’s what I said.” His voice had taken on a hard edge, and I realized I wasn’t supposed to question him.
I licked my lips. You can say no.
But you have to mean it.
I lay on my back, naked and trembling, not from fear but from the desire coursing through my body.
He stepped out of his sweats and my eyes widened on his dick.
It wasn’t like I’d never seen a guy’s dick before. I was a virgin but I wasn’t a nun. I’d made out with guys, had even given a couple of guys a hand job. But those had been clumsy encounters, aborted by their knowledge of my virginity.
And I’d never looked at a man’s dick. Not up close like this and definitely not while he stared down at my naked body like I was a pool of water and he couldn’t wait to dive in.
Plus I’d never looked at a man’s dick as part of his entire naked body. Jagger stood in front of me, his inked arms bulging, shoulders wide. His chest was like a wall of granite, and my fingers itched to trace the images etched onto his smooth skin.
His waist tapered to the corded plane of his abs, his dick long and wide, jutting between athletic thighs like a soldier ready to go to war.
His eyes traveled the length of my body, drinking me in slowly, like he had all the time in the world. I squirmed under the scrutiny of his gaze and my pussy got even wetter when I saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes.
“Fucking travesty,” he said.
“What is?”
“That nobody else has ever fucked your beautiful body. Although I won’t pretend to be mad that we’ll be the first.”
He reached for the drawer in one of the nightstands and removed a black rope.
My pulse raced. “What’s that?”
“Nothing to be scared of, mouse. We’re just going to keep your arms out of the way while I eat your pussy.”
He stood at the head of the bed, his dick inches from my face. I was surprised by the urge to taste him, to lick his thick crown, take him deep in my mouth.
He fitted one end of the rope around my wrists and I saw that cuffs were built into either end, connected by the twisted length of black rope between them.
He tightened one of the cuffs around my left wrist, then pulled my other hand over my body to fasten the other cuff around my right wrist. Now I was tied up, my wrists bound and connected to each other by a two-foot length of the black rope.
“As long as you do what I say we won’t have to tie you to the bed.” He reached into the nightstand for a second time and removed a strip of deep purple fabric.
He held an end of the purple silk in each hand and climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest.
Now I was getting scared. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Cover your eyes.” His dick was smooth and warm against my chest. “Trust me, little mouse, it’s going to make you even hotter. Now lift your pretty head.”
I did and he knotted the fabric at the back of my head, then leaned back to adjust it over my eyes.
Everything went black and panic rose in me all over again: my hands were tied, my eyes covered.
I’d never felt so vulnerable, not even when I’d been chained to the tunnel wall, because at least then I’d been able to see what the Hawks were doing to me.
Now I could only sense Jagger’s movements, guess at what he’d do next.
“You look so fucking pretty all tied up.” I could hear his excitement, and I flinched when I felt something warm and smooth against my lips. “Take my dick in your mouth, pretty girl.”
I opened and he slid his dick between my lips with a groan, his thighs on either side of my body, pinning my arms to my sides, my hands still tied together.
“Fuck yes, your mouth is fucking hot, mouse.”
He dragged out of my mouth and pushed back in, and I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat.
I’d never given a guy oral sex before, and Jagger wasn’t exactly small, if you know what I mean.
The heat of his palm caressed my cheek as he eased himself out. “That’s okay. It takes some getting used to. Just relax your mouth.”
I did and he pushed in again, his dick smooth and hot on my tongue.
A persistent throb was building at my center, my thighs slippery with my own desire.
My nipples were hard and sensitive as I took him into my mouth again and again, and I started moving my head with his rhythm, picking up on the primal cues of his dick in my mouth, his naked body towering over mine, the promise of what might come next.
I was surprised when he pulled out. “Jesus fuck. You might be a virgin but you’re a natural at sucking cock, mouse. No more of that for a while. I have work to do.”
He shifted on the bed and I heard the nightstand drawer open again. He moved between my thighs and a second later a cold metal wheel moved over my stomach.
I flinched. “What is that?”
“Relax,” he said. “Don’t try to name it. Just feel it.”
The wheel rolled over my body, tiny metal points digging into my skin as it moved over my tits, around my nipples, back down my stomach. My body tensed against the sensation of the cold metal rolling over my skin, the subtle dig of the metal points biting into my flesh.
“Everything feels better with the blindfold.” The wheel traveled over my thighs and calves and back up, this time between my legs and over the tender skin on the inside of my thighs. “The visual center of your brain is shut down. All you can do is hear and feel.”
I writhed as the wheel moved closer to my pussy. He moved the wheel around in the cleft between my thigh and my pussy, over my mound, and back down the other side.
My hips lifted of their own accord, the proximity of the wheel to my cunt almost more of a turn-on than if Jagger had touched me outright.
His hands were right there. So close.
A second later, he withdrew the wheel and I was left panting.
Wanting.
I was floating in the darkness behind the blindfold, my body on high alert, every nerve begging for his touch.
“I have so many things I want to do to you, mouse. But what I want most, what I’ve been dreaming about, is burying my face in your sweet pussy.” He pushed my thighs open wider. “I’m going to make you scream.”