Chapter Six – Jack
Chapter Six
Jack
Pam was last. I wondered if that was good or bad—she wasn’t hiding, she was sitting on another one of the sturdy chairs. I announced myself on the way over to her with a slight masculine growl—and drew up short as I realized she’d been crying.
She hadn’t said anything about it to the other girls.
Taking another one for the team? Or wanting to be alone in her grief?
I sat beside her gingerly—and instead of offering her a condom, I offered her my hand.
She found it and clasped it tightly. I set the condom aside, and used my other hand to carefully find her cheek and jaw, and then stroked away the tears from her eyes with my fingertips, so she’d know that I knew what she was up to.
She took a deep breath at this, and then fell into my shoulder with muffled sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her slowly, back and forth, brushing her hair back to chastely kiss her forehead.
I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure what she was crying for—but I could guess.
The loss of her life with Bobby, the fear of starting anew, not knowing who she was anymore all the way.
I knew from personal experience that a great loss takes that from you, your sense of self, leaving you feeling small and adrift in a stormy ocean without a shore.
I pulled her tighter to me and then kissed her forehead again.
This time, she stiffened. I was worried I’d gone too far—I sat perfectly still. But then her head reached up, and kissed the bottom of my chin.
I tilted my head so her mouth could find mine, and felt her sweet lips part to let my tongue in.
I wanted to protect her from everything yet to come—I wanted her to have something to hold onto when the seas got rough—I offered her the condom again and—this time she held it.
I took it back from her, knowing exactly what she needed to have next.
I undid my belt and fly, slid the condom home on my already hard cock, and picked her up like I was carrying her over a threshold.
She squeaked in surprise, but didn’t fight me.
I cradled her to my chest, kissing her, rocking her up and down, back and forth—and then she realized what I wanted to give her, if she’d have me.
She wriggled her skirt up and reached down behind her to pull her panties aside, and with my great strength I tilted her body in just the right way so that my cock slid in between her generous thighs for its first push into her pussy.
She gasped and threw her arms around my neck as I entered her, cradling her against me, and I wondered how long that Bobby had had her, all to himself, what kind of emotional wreckage my cock would be sweeping away.
I lowered her all the way down, thrusting up, and felt her squirm in delight. “Yes,” she whispered, just a breath.
“Yes,” I whispered back, and then sucked on her ear and felt her shiver.
We rocked there, her letting me play her up and down, my ass thrusting both of us up when I brought her low, my arms pulling her almost off of me before sliding her back down.
The clock ticked down, buzzed, and none of the other women said a word or moved—clearly able to hear the sounds of us still fucking.
I started to go faster, now lowering her as I thrust up, making her take me deep, and she had a hand between her thighs, as I kissed her neck, hunching us both over.
Her breath caught, her legs kicked, and I felt her body fight me as it tried to straighten—I could tell that the life she was going to give me would be the richest one yet, thick and deep, by the way she tried to hold onto it, to taste all of it for herself before she let it leave her.
And then a wave wracked her body, and another, and a third.
She was rolling against me in my arms, her pussy sucking me deep as I settled into it and let it milk me, the force of her orgasm making me come.
I shamelessly made guttural sounds, pounding it into her, knowing she needed to feel taken, and when we were through I rocked back, still holding her to my chest.
We were silent and panting together for a long moment, when from across the room an unknown pair of hands clapped in applause.
I held Pam longer, feeling her breathe as roughly as I did, until she moved a little and I knew it was time to let her go.
I carefully set her down and stood. “How about another seven minutes to move around the cabin? Straighten yourselves out, walk around some, gain plausible deniability and all that?”
“Why would anyone want to deny that?” came Tabby’s voice from up on the stage, and was met with a few snickers.
I hopped up behind her and clasped my collar back to the leash.
Like clockwork seven minutes later—so I knew Rosalie was watching—the lights came back on.
By then all the girls had rearranged their clothing and hair and looked like they could’ve just arrived out of the back of some Uber.
“Did you all have a good time?” I asked their number. From the secret smiles to the open ones, I knew they had. “Good. But now I need to ask a favor.” I sat on my heels in front of them.
“Here it comes—the part where he charges us,” Pam said. Earlier Pam would’ve been sarcastically frowning—but now she was ready to laugh. She had something up on Bobby now, and if I had have asked, she would’ve willingly paid.
“Nope. All you have to do is never, ever, tell anyone else about this experience. Each other, that’s up to you.
But I don’t want to be chained up here every night.
” As I said the words lightly, I realized it was all too possible that they could be real.
If Rosalie compelled me to do something for her, I would have to.
“I want you to consider this a personal favor. From me, to all of you.” I put my hand to my chest and I meant it.
“And especially in honor of Lori, the luckiest bachelorette to have such true friends.”
Lori held the extra condom I’d given her up. “The things I do for you ladies.”
“Hey now,” Susan said, showing both of hers.
Pam laughed and held hers high. Tabby giggled and threw hers to land on my feet on stage, and Jamie suggestively tucked hers into her bra for me, in the back, where no one could see her do it.
“Thank you. It’s been a pleasure, honestly.” I grinned at them and sat down like I had originally, legs hanging off the edge.
“The pleasure was all ours. Clearly,” Lori said, looking around—then she grabbed Susan’s hand and ran laughing for the door.
They all ran out in a cluster, except for Pam who lagged a little behind with a questioning look. “How…did you? And—so many times?”
“Eternal youth?” I tried, and when she didn’t buy that, “Viagra?”
Her head tilted as she tried to buy that—she had to, there was no other answer that made sense. “You, sir, are a machine—and a marvel.”
I smiled again at her, just for her. “My name’s Jack,” I said.
“Bye, Jack,” she said, and ran off to rejoin her friends.
I counted to five and unclipped myself from the leash. After that performance, Rosalie had better have answers for me.
I walked back out into Vermillion proper, unwittingly a walking advertisement for the place, smelling of sex while wearing sprinkles of glitter. Rosalie stood behind the bar, being sultry and entertaining in turns.
“All done?” she asked after I walked up.
“Entirely,” I said, unbuckling the collar and tossing it over.
She caught it with one hand. If only getting rid of her control over me was as easy.
I wasn’t mad at the women, but this situation, where she could command me to obey—I knew what she was capable of.
Sometimes the fear of it was debilitating.
“Then I think you’ve earned a few answers for tonight.
” She handed me a beer and walked to the far end of the bar, where I took the seat opposite her.
I didn’t like how close the other patrons were, but the thought of being alone with her was worse.
“Honestly, I don’t know how Olympic Gardens used to put up with this shit. ”
I looked from the beer to her—I knew I needed answers, but I hadn’t figured out all my questions yet. I decided to start with the biggest one. “Are we alone in the world?” I asked, sounding like a man too deep in his cups.
She laughed. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
I glanced at the nearest other patron, then a girl came in, striking up a conversation with his face while he started talking to her breasts, and I relaxed a little. “I fought someone recently—he wasn’t one of us, but it was a close fight.”
“You bit off more than you could chew?” I thought she was mocking me, but Rosalie looked concerned. I didn’t like that, I didn’t want her pity—and I was afraid of her fear. “What did they smell like?”
“Dog.”
“Were. Which one?”
“Short, a beard. Angry.”
She was leaning over now and our conversation was so quiet only ones like us could hear. “Murphy. One of the Pack. You know of them?”
“Bikers.”
“And werewolves. What made you try to take one on?” she asked, and then rolled her eyes before I could answer. “A woman, no doubt. You’re never going to change, Jack. I swear I froze you in time.”
As much as I wished that were not true…. “How do I kill one?”
“Same way as us. Silver, brute force. It’s easier on a dark night—nearly impossible on a bright one—but I forbid you.”
My hand squeezed the beer bottle tighter. “I didn’t come here to ask permission.”
“You think they won’t know who hurt them? Who do you think they’ll attack after that? You can go to ground—but I’ve built something here.” She gestured to the club behind her.
“I’ll kill them off one by one. I won’t leave any witnesses—or survivors.” Not now that I knew what they were. How had Bella gotten herself involved with werewolves?
“And what if the wolf you attacked is having a conversation similar to this with the rest of his kind right now? What did you show him of yourself?”
“No fangs, only strength.”
“Nothing else about you?”
“My appearance. Same as ever.”
She leaned back. “Could’ve been worse then. I’m not battening down the hatches for a biker war—and I don’t expect to, either. You lead them to me and I let them kill you.”
“Fair enough.”
“Good. Other than that, do what you will.” She considered me coolly.
“I watched you tonight, Jack. Turning the lights off was a masterful touch, but you have to know that all my rooms like that are wired for my girls’ safety.
And as your Mistress, with you so near, I could hear everything—almost feel everything—through you.
You could’ve bled any—or all—of those women in the dark, and no one would’ve been the wiser. ”
I felt fear wind in my belly and my throat squeeze. “That’s not how I am.”
“But you wanted to—I know it, don’t try to lie.”
“But I didn’t.”
“For now,” Rosalie told me with her French accent and a wicked smile. “For now.”