Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Quincy
It wasn’t the scene I thought I was going to play, but it was pretty fucking hot.
“So what’s it gonna be this time?” I asked breathlessly, rising to my knees on the bed beside Jack. “Do you want to continue being the slave or do you want to take a turn being the master?”
“Um,” Jack answered, pushing himself to sit.
As he leaned forward to finish pulling off his trousers and underwear, then his shoes, I studied his body.
Jack was fit, that was undeniable. He had alpha biology working in his favor where that was concerned.
He wasn’t overly huge, though, which I appreciated.
He didn’t have bulging muscles sticking out everywhere, making him look almost unnatural.
He had just enough hair on his body, which I drank in the sight of as he dropped his shoes off the side of the bed, then leaned back on his elbows, as if trying to decide what to do next.
Jack looked like a normal, gorgeous alpha, not a gym-pumped, trying to compensate for something asshole like Chester.
“Have you ever been the receiver of impact play?” I asked, scrambling off the bed and over to the bureau and its selection of toys. Anything to distract myself from thoughts of the man I literally couldn’t get out of my head.
“No,” Jack answered slowly, swinging his legs around so he sat on the side of the bed. “Does it hurt?”
I laughed as I picked up a simple crop. “Of course, it hurts,” I said, smacking the crop down across my hand. “That’s the point.”
Jack blew out a breath and shook his head. “I’ve never understood why people like to feel pain when they’re having sex. Isn’t the whole thing supposed to be about pleasure?”
I arched one eyebrow at him and smacked the crop down on my palm again. “Are you sure you’re a member of the Dark Fantasies Club?” I asked.
Jack softened into the most adorable, sheepish smile I’d ever seen. “I don’t know why I’m a member,” he said, half to himself.
He drew in a breath and sat straighter.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll give it a try. Smack my ass with that thing or something and I’ll let you know what I think of it.”
“Perfect,” I purred, breaking into a toothy smile. “On your stomach, alpha.”
Just like that, we were back in the scene.
Jack flipped to his stomach, and I strode over to the bed, settled the crop under my arm, and gave one of his legs a tug.
He was bigger and stronger than me and could have resisted at any time, but I had no problem pushing him around to get him into the position I wanted him, feet spread and planted on the floor, hips tilted up to show off his ass, and growing erection swinging free and hard off the edge of the bed.
“Very nice,” I said, stroking a hand up one of his hairy thighs, then playing my fingers in a circle around one of his asscheeks. “There’s a lot of meat here.” I smacked his ass hard with my hand.
Jack jolted, and a drop of precum streamed down from the head of his cock. I watched his back muscles ripple, tensing and releasing as he dealt with the new sensations. He had his arms spread out in front of him again, and he gripped handfuls of the bedcovers.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” I said, then smacked him again.
“Yes, master,” he said in a strangled voice.
He did like it. Go figure. Alphas weren’t naturally bottoms, but Jack was getting off on the new experience. Maybe it was because it was new. I wouldn’t really know if it was something he liked in general until we’d been together for a while.
That thought came at me like a needle scratching on a record. What was I talking about? There wasn’t going to be any “together for a while” for me and Jack. The auction was a weekend event. By Monday, he’d be back in his life, whatever it was, and I’d be back in mine.
The thought had come so easily that it had me buzzing. And not in a good way.
I raised the crop and brought it down hard over Jack’s ass. He jerked hard, and a red stripe started to appear immediately.
“Shit, you aren’t holding back at all,” Jack gasped, writhing a little as he settled back into his forced position.
“There’s no point in doing anything halfway,” I said. “Life is fucking short, and it can be fucked up at any second.”
I brought the crop sailing down again, much harder than I should have. It was irresponsible for a Dom to take his personal problems out on a sub.
“Shit!” Jack shouted, his body tensing as a second, darker stripe appeared on his ass. “That’s really…that’s….”
“Hmm?” I asked, leaning closer to him and brushing my fingers lightly down his spine from his neck to his raised ass.
Jack shuddered so hard I thought his knees would give out. “Is it always like this?” he asked.
“Which part are you asking about?” I asked, then swiped a finger down between his cheeks, grazing his hole as I went.
Jack made an amazing, guttural sound. The second heat wave brought on by Heat Lightning blared to full intensity and slick gushed down my thighs.
“Being touched,” Jack said in a rough, shaky voice.
I nearly burst into tears. Fuck! It was embarrassing. They weren’t even good tears. They were unstable tears, heartache, and fury all rolled up together. Because those two words from Jack said volumes.
Jack was touch-starved.
I fucking knew what that felt like.
So I whacked his ass with the crop on more time, then, when he was still clenched from the pain, I bent down to plant the softest of kisses on his welted ass.
“Jesus!” Jack cried out, tensing even more. “I nearly came.”
“It must be my heat,” I said, ready to come out of my skin with desperation to be fucked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jack mumbled, dropping his head a little.
“I don’t want to wait,” I said, throwing the crop aside and pivoting to fall to my back on the bed beside him. “Fuck me, alpha. I want your cock as deep in me as it can go.”
Jack growled as he pushed himself back and stared down at me. Like a snap of fingers, our roles in the scene were reversed. Jack wasn’t the curious, experimental alpha who wanted to be on the receiving end anymore. He was a virile alpha, hot with rut, who wanted to pound my ass into oblivion.
I was more than happy about that. I threw my arms and legs wide, inviting him to do his worst.
Jack’s worst was to drag me roughly into position on the bed where he wanted me, then to lean over me, touching my shoulder, then sweeping his hand down my chest to my belly. His touch was as ravenous as it was tender, and my inner omega cried for more.
“I love these,” Jack said, his voice gruff and tense with the need to rut, as he studied my tattoos. “So beautiful. So sad.”
I made a sound that I fucking hope he took to mean I needed him in me. The pain of him guessing way more about me than I wanted him to know was getting so loud in my head that I was seconds away from screaming.
And then he did something that might have broken me, if I wasn’t already in pieces. He sank to his knees, pushed my thighs apart, hooking them over his shoulders, and surged in to devour my hole.
I cried out with the pleasure of it and started to come as he licked and slurped my slick, grazing his tongue against my hole as much as he could as he did.
It was hot and intimate and more than I’d let any alpha do in ages. I mostly just wanted to be fucked and hurt, and the alphas I’d sought out to drown the noise inside me were more than happy to do that. But the pleasure Jack gave me was ten times louder than any pain.
Maybe it could be enough. Maybe it was powerful enough to beat the silence.
“I need you,” Jack gasped, pulling back and repositioning himself. “My omega.”
I knew it was just rut talking, but those words felt so good.
Almost better than the burn and stretch as he pushed into me and started to thrust. Whether he liked playing with omegas or did it for some other reason, he was damn good at making me feel incandescent.
The forced heat wave meant my body was primed for orgasm, and the way he was smashing against the mouth of my womb in no time was—
When it happened, I almost threw up. The heat and the buzz was there, the reaching and crescendo. And then I hit the wall, the blank spot. I hit it so hard I couldn’t breathe for a second. It was like running full-force into a glass wall that was so clean I hadn’t had a clue it was there.
And I kept running into it, over and over, bashing my head and my heart and my soul against it.
I screamed as I hit the void where that broken part of me that I could never get back had once been, that stump of the bond Chester had demanded we sever.
I think I passed out. The next thing I was aware of was Jack’s body wrapped around me as we lay panting in the middle of the bed. I was still under him and his weight was almost unbearable, but I clung to him like he was the only thing stopping me from flying off into space.
“Wow,” Jack panted, flopping to his side, though we were still knotted and I had no intention of letting go. “That was really intense. Was that a breeding orgasm?”
I swallowed hard, fighting as hard as I could not to sob. At least I had the excuse of catching my breath not to answer right away.
“I don’t know,” I lied.
That absolutely would have been a breeding orgasm, if the ability to have them hadn’t been surgically sliced out of me.
“I’ve never had one before, so I wouldn’t know,” Jack said, shifting a little more so he could cradle me more comfortably and stroke my side and thigh, like he was trying to give me all the aftershock orgasms he could.
“Me neither,” I lied.
I closed my eyes and turned my face into his shoulder to hide.
I wanted to hide from everything, from what had almost happened and what would never happen again.
The whole point of participating in the omega auction was to drown out the awful truth, not to shine a spotlight on it that only made it worse.
“Do you want to sleep for a bit?” Jack asked, so, so kindly. “I could use a nap.”
“Yeah, that would be nice,” I sighed.