Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Jack
It took every last ounce of self-control I had not to sit up, yank Emmy’s jeans and panties off, and bury my face between her thighs.
That could be round two.
For round one, I’d promised her a reward, and I was not about to welch on that.
Especially since I knew she was eager to see me come and, frankly, I wasn’t picky about how that happened, whether she’d want to watch me jerk off or go down on me or ride me.
#goodwithit
#everyonesawinner
She sat up with a huge smile and shimmied down the bed without bothering to finish stripping. I helped her with my belt and fly when it was obvious that’s what she wanted, and in a breath she’d peeled down my briefs and swallowed my cock nearly to the root.
Daaayyymn!!
Fortunately, I was able to hold back, because it would’ve been personally embarrassing had I exploded right then despite the warm, sweet heat of her mouth making that nearly impossible.
I stopped myself before grabbing her head and fucking her face and settled for resting my hands on her arms, where she’d hooked her fingers through my belt loops.
“Fuuuck, yeah, baby,” I gasped. “That’s absolutely perfect.” I looked down to see her green eyes crinkled at the edges and knew she’d be smiling if her gorgeous lips weren’t wrapped around my cock.
I dragged a pillow under my head so I could more easily watch her, then went back to stroking her arms, chewing on the inside of my lip to hold back. I wanted this to last, wanted to permanently burn it in my memory, preserve it as perhaps the most perfect moment in my entire life.
Yeah, she was that good.
It didn’t take her long to figure out what made me make the most noise and she deviously drew it out, slowly pulling off to the crown and taking languid swipes around the head with her tongue before swallowing me again.
If it hadn’t been our first time, I likely could’ve held out longer, but I’d nearly hit the point of no return when I gasped, “Almost there, baby.” I wouldn’t have blamed her for pulling off and finishing me by hand but my warning energized her and she swallowed me even deeper.
When I groaned, my release snapping and shooting me over the abyss, she looked downright triumphant as she stayed with me and swallowed every drop.
Damn.
There likely wasn’t a more perfect woman for me on the face of the planet.
When she crawled back up the bed, she wore an adorably satisfied smirk. “How was that?”
I nodded, not certain I could think, much less speak. No shit, that was the best blowjob I’d ever had.
Ever.
“Amazing, babygirl.”
I didn’t want to talk right now. All I wanted to do was lie there with her in my arms and… bask in this feeling.
Tucking her against my side I draped a leg over her, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, her shampoo, her bodywash.
The combined scent of our sex—such as it was. I felt certain we could easily top that in short order.
She nuzzled her face against me and I wished I could freeze time. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so… contented in my life.
Ever.
Not even with my ex-wife in the best of times. Back then, it’d always felt like something was missing and I’d had no idea what that was. She’d insisted it was having kids—as had her family—but that was the one thing I’d known I didn’t want.
Hindsight’s a bitch, isn’t it?
“Let’s hit the hot tub, baby,” I suggested. “We don’t even need to get dressed; it’s private enough.”
She tipped her head back so she could meet my gaze. “Oooh, hot tub sex?”
“Maybe later. I want to relax and talk some more.” My stomach chose that moment to grumble. “And take care of that,” I added. “We can watch the class video while we eat.”
She lifted her head to look at the clock. “We could still make the class,” she said. “It starts in an hour.”
“Nope.” I rolled over on top of her, caging her with my body. “Sir says we don’t.”
I felt her tense slightly, like she was about to say something, then she relaxed and snuggled close again. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I leaned in and kissed her before sitting up. “Hot tubs are private so people can’t see in, but sound can travel. Are you comfortable going in naked?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I swung off her and climbed off the bed, offering her my hand to help her up. We were a state, both of us with our shirts on and our jeans halfway down to our knees.
Emmy noticed that about the same time I did and we started snickering and snorting at first, and that devolved into roaring belly laughs that had us sitting on the edge of the bed so we didn’t fall over.
I pulled her to me. “This is the most important thing,” I said. “Above everything else.”
“Sex?” She grinned.
“No. Having fun. Laughing together. We both have to enjoy what we’re doing, or get what we need from what we’re doing, or else why bother doing it?”
She cocked her head, studying me. “I never thought about it like that.”
“It’s kind of the main point, baby. Like I said, I’m not a psychopath or sociopath. I have no interest in forcing you to mold yourself to me and my likes. I need to know you’re getting what you need or want out of this, too.”
We finally untangled ourselves, again, and I started unbuttoning my shirt when I caught a glimpse of her watching me.
I turned. “Want me to do a strip tease for you, babygirl?”
She grinned. “That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
I hammed it up, relieved that she was laughing, smiling, and her mood had shifted and lightened from when I’d first carried her back to our room.
I could tell there’d be private research in my future, educating myself about childhood traumas so I could be a better partner to her, but for now I wanted to keep her laughing.
I turned my back to her, arms over my head and was doing my best imitation of swinging my hips back and forth in a semi-sexy fashion when she yanked her shirt off over her head, twirled it in the air, and tossed it at me.
“I thought you were supposed to throw panties?” I teased over my shoulder.
“You don’t want these panties smacking you in the face,” she said as she peeled off her bra. “They’re a complete splash zone.”
I howled with laughter as her bra zinged through the air, landing on my head as I reached for the bed to steady myself. Then she shoved off her jeans and panties and stepped out of them and I opened my arms to her.
Bashful now, she stepped into my embrace and wrapped her arms around my neck, our bare flesh pressed together.
“You’re beautiful, babygirl,” I said, awed that this complex woman had faith in me.
I’d damned sure do my best to never fuck that up, either.
Pink filled her cheeks. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sir.”
My hands slid down to her ass, where I gently patted her, gauging her reaction, lightly swatting, again, over and over, just a little harder each time, pleased that she didn’t tense.
More pink filled her cheeks and flowed down to her neck, but she still met my gaze and I stopped, kneading her flesh. “Good girl,” I said.
“Test?”
I smiled. “Small one. I’m not hauling you down to the Dungeon tonight and whacking you with a crop or cane. Even when we do try impact play, I promise I’ll start very easy and build you up.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
I shrugged. “Then we’ll find something else we both enjoy.”
“Why’s this sound too easy?”
I slanted my lips over hers, wanting to derail her brain again. “It’s not easy,” I said, nipping her bottom lip. “It’s complicated. But it doesn’t mean we have to make it difficult.”
Adorable furrows appeared in her brow. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know you’ve put together those building block kits—you have one of the Enterprise on your shelf.”
“Yeah?”
“Was it difficult to do?”
“Well, no. I followed the instructions.”
“Was it complicated?”
“I—” Her mouth snapped shut. “Okay,” she finally said. “I get it. I think.”
I started backing us toward the door to the patio. “Let’s focus on relaxing for now, okay?”
“Okay. Oh, I want to grab a robe.” She turned and headed toward the bathroom when she paused at the other side of the bed and picked up something from the floor. “What’s this?”
“Ah. That’s the book I was reading when Derek called me.”
She started paging through it, pausing. “Wow. That looks…” She swallowed hard then looked at me. “Can you do this?”
Realizing the hot tub was on pause, I walked over and looked at the page she showed me. It was a complex tie involving an elaborate chest harness.
“Not yet, but we can practice it.”
She turned the page, still looking. “Is it one of the ties you’ll learn in the class?”
“Maybe.” The first session was tomorrow morning after breakfast. “It looks like this one is a combination of several basic elements. They have step-by-step instructions in the book.”
She flipped through more pages and stopped, red filling her face.
Peeking over her shoulder, the model was suspended and bound with her legs bent at the knees and tied in such a way as to leave her fully exposed to anything someone wanted to do to her.
“What about that?” she whispered.
I slipped my arms around her waist. “I’m not good enough to do suspensions yet. I won’t risk hurting you.”
“Oh.”
“Buuut I’m certain I can do a variation of it to restrain you on the bed and leave you… open.” I held her so the length of her body pressed along mine.
“Yeah?”
I nipped the shell of her ear. “Does Daddy’s babygirl want to be tied up so I can completely have my way?”
She swallowed hard, still staring at the page, and nodded.
“What was that?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded again. “Yes, Sir,” she managed.
“I need to hear you say it, babygirl. I need to hear you ask for what you want from me.”
She finally tipped her head back and met my gaze. “I want you to tie me up and have your way with me, Sir.”
I took the book from her and laid it on the bed. “Then let’s go out to the hot tub and talk about it, hmm?”
Emmy