36. Chapter 36 Jack
Chapter thirty-six
“Sprinkles. Her safe word is sprinkles , and if she can’t speak, she’ll tap four times in a row, ” I repeat to myself as I wait for my masked woman to show up.
Poetic, really, that I’ll be breaking my two-year sex drought in a room that so closely resembles the one where it began.
The leather furniture and dim lights are pretty standard for any club, but the faint red light casts an ominous vibe unique to this room.
I’m dressed in head-to-toe black with a matching balaclava to mask my identity.
I’ve spent enough time in kink clubs to know that mixed with the lighting and scenery, I’m definitely a fantasy.
Not a decorated fantasy, though, since Ledger informed me it’s better not to surprise new partners with the piercings in case they aren’t interested.
My dick honestly feels a little naked without them.
I’m a little anxious to see if whoever arrives lives up to my fantasy.
For two years, I’ve had to fight tooth and nail to stop thinking about her, but as I sit here waiting to see who steps through the door, I’m struggling to conjure my princess. Our meeting at the club was a cruel reminder of just how much two years can transform someone.
Margot has always been a spoiled princess, but also so kind and light-hearted. She showed up at Rendezvous Too as a full-fledged diva. I’m pretty sure Aaron’s “family emergency” was just an excuse to get the fuck out of the room.
Any hope I might have had about us rekindling things flew out the window the moment she strutted into my club wearing that sinfully tight black dress.
If her attitude wasn’t enough to confirm my decision to go through with this, her casual comments about her sex escapades across Europe sealed the deal on my commitment to tonight.
Anger rises as I try and fail to summon images of the princess I used to know. I’m on the verge of giving up when the door opens, and I have to do a double take at the woman standing in front of me.
Did I actually do magic? Am I hallucinating? Am I high right now?
My apparition closes the door behind her but doesn’t make a move to come any closer.
She removes her silk robe, letting it drop to the floor and revealing her black leather lingerie set.
I’ve seen my fair share of lingerie, including the set Margot made for me specifically, but nothing has made my mouth water quite like this strappy bodysuit.
I rake my eyes back up her long, elegant body to where a lacy black mask fails to cover a face so impossibly beautiful it nearly brings me to my knees. A reminder that it’s the woman underneath evoking such desire from me, and not her wardrobe.
After blinking and pinching myself, I freeze, realizing that it is Margot Sinclair standing before me.
How is this even possible? Did she know it was me she was going to meet with?
Was she desperate for me but too angry to tell me in person, so she hacked into my computer and saw where I had signed up for this, then hacked into the club’s system to make sure we matched?
Fuck, that’s the wrong Sinclair. I would expect that out of Ledger, maybe even Henry, but if Margot wants something, she wouldn’t mess with secret computer shit.
No, my perfect little princess wanted to get fucked by a man she would never have to see again.
Rage like nothing I’ve ever felt before boils inside me. She could’ve had me. She could’ve had romance and passion and love. Like the last night we spent together. But no. She let me make love to her all night, then went to Paris and fucked her way around Europe.
I’m pretty sure you did the same thing, Jack. Except for way longer than two years. And pretty sure you sent her there, you incel. Ugh, sex angel, go die in a hole.
That’s fine. She doesn’t want a man to live and breathe by her, praying to her with every word her body draws from his lips, worshipping at the altar of Margot. So I won’t give her that.
If she wants a stranger she’ll never see again to fuck her senseless, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
If she wants us to be nothing, that's exactly what I’ll treat her like.
Thinking back to the preferences I reviewed once we matched, I realize I have plenty of motivation to give her exactly what the fuck she wants.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, dropping my voice to disguise it.
Her hands go to her hips in a stance of defiance, brows furrowed in confusion, but she remains vertical.
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and tilt my head slightly before repeating myself. “I said. Get. On. Your. Hands. And. Knees.”
To my surprise, she obeys, slowly falling to her knees and then to her hands. I let her stay like that for a moment longer than I should, reveling in my victory, before leaning back in the chair and stretching my legs out in front of me as I cross my hands behind my head.
“Crawl to me.”
The image of her obeying will replay in my head until the day I die.
Her black pumps are still on her feet, hair down and falling over one shoulder, framing one side of her face.
Her gaze is locked on mine, a mix of lust and defiance so intense I almost feel it’s going to burn my mask off.
She’s in no hurry, hips swaying side to side, following my command but making no attempt to be quick about it.
When she makes it to where I’m sitting, she sits back on her knees like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like she’s done this a hundred times before.
The thought of her letting even one other man fuck her reignites the anger that I had momentarily forgotten about while I watched in awe as this siren made her way to me.
She’s still staring up at me, and the lace of her mask doesn’t do shit to conceal those big fucking ocean eyes. I used to always be the guy to dry up any tears that would spill from them, but fuck do I look forward to putting them there now.
“Take out my cock.”
I’m still sitting with my arms behind my head while I watch as she reaches down and makes quick work of getting my belt off and pants undone before reaching into my boxers and releasing my rock-hard dick.
Her gasp brings a smirk to my face, but she isn’t looking up to see how her reaction affects me.
I know her gasp isn’t one of recognition, and honestly, it doesn’t surprise me, since she didn’t get this close to it last time.
No, her surprise is either due to my sheer size or the fact that she hasn’t seen a cut dick from the European fuckers she’s been screwing lately. I can definitely work with that.
I grab my cock and slap it on her cheek, hard enough to sting a little, before bringing it back to where her full lips are closed shut.
“Suck.”
When she doesn’t open her mouth, I use my other hand to wrap around her throat and squeeze. Hard. “Either open that whore mouth and suck on my cock or I’ll open it myself,” I practically growl.
Hatred flashes in her eyes as she keeps them locked on me, but she slowly takes me into her perfect fucking mouth and sucks harder than I imagined possible.
Fuck this bitch for knowing how to suck a dick this good.
I’m done letting her perform for me like she has for who knows how many men.
Before she can pull back to breathe, I let go of my cock and grab the back of her head, shoving myself down her throat, and begin fucking into her. To my satisfaction, tears stream down her face, the black from her mascara staining her cheeks.
She finally manages to push herself away from me, and she’s sitting on the floor, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Get up and present yourself for me on the couch.”
My patience wavers when she disobeys me again, so I intervene this time, picking her up off the floor and tossing her down on one of the deep couches.
“I’m getting tired of repeating myself. Put your ass up in the fucking air and wait for me to get this goddamn condom on.”
She’s shaking as she gets on her hands and knees, pushing her ass up as she arches her back, allowing me a look at the hole cut out of the crotch of her bodysuit. I’m not sure if I’m more turned on by that or disappointed that I won’t have a reason to rip it all off.
With the condom on, I fix my attention on the perfect little hole I’m about to obliterate.
It’s still the most beautiful goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen, and it infuriates me that other men have had the pleasure to do exactly what I am right now, staring at this delicacy as I line my cock up to sink inside it. I wonder if any of them took her bare…
She’s still shaking as I ease my head in, and against every instinct I have to sheath myself completely in one violent thrust, I allow her a moment to give me her safe word, but it never comes.
So I let go, fucking into her with a force so brutal I’m sure I’ll bruise her cervix. Her screams echo in the room, and for the first time in my entire life, they give me chills from exhilaration instead of horror.
“You’ve got a tight fucking pussy for such a goddamn slut, you know that?” I really don’t want to compliment her, but I can’t help myself.
Her answering moans remind me of the night she used them to compose a symphony for me, and I can’t take it.
I reach around her body to gag her with my fingers, suppressing her tongue so she can’t make another sound to remind me that she’s been in Paris screaming for God knows who the past two years.
This is the hardest I’ve ever fucked, but it’s not enough. I need more, both for myself but for her too. I want it to hurt so much she can’t finish. I want her to show up at our next meeting limping and empty.
I want to humiliate her.
I take my fingers out of her mouth, wiping all the spit that she couldn’t swallow across her face, and push her down against the couch as I climb over her.
One knee rests beside her while I push her face down into the cushion with my combat boot on her cheek.
The new leverage allows me to finally fuck her as hard as I want, but without my fingers gagging her, she releases a tiny little squeak.
I stop moving completely for a moment, my hips flush against her ass.
The room is so silent, you could hear a pin drop, before I continue.
“Shut.” Thrust. “The.” Thrust. “Fuck.” Thrust. “Up.” Thrust.
“If you whimper one more time, or make one more goddamn noise, I’m taking this fucking condom off and fucking your ass raw.”
Her pussy fucking clenches. Moving my hand to her ass, I circle my thumb around the rim of her unfilled hole as I start fucking into her again.
“Of course you want something in your ass. I forgot what a little whore you are.”
She doesn’t answer, remaining quiet like I commanded.
I reward her for her obedience, using her wetness to slowly sink my thumb into her ass as I fuck her like a man possessed.
My girl does well, though. She stays quiet, even when her body starts shaking uncontrollably, and I start feeling flutters around both my thumb and cock.
“There you go. What a natural fucking submissive you are, staying quiet while I do whatever I want to you. That’s what you want, right? You came here to be used. And you’re taking it like a fucking champ.”
I could fuck her all night, but when her orgasm deepens, and she’s milking the shit out of my dick, I can’t hold on any longer. Her piercing scream finally pulls me over the edge, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
After giving myself a moment to catch my breath, I pull my leg back to where I’m straddling her ass, then get up to take the condom off and tuck myself back in my pants.
I turn to leave, but something possesses me. I pause, then walk back over to where she’s flipped herself to sit on the couch. Squeezing her mouth, I wait until she opens it enough for me to pour the contents of the condom into it.
“Swallow.”
She does.
“Good little whore,” I say, giving her cheek a light slap before turning again to leave.
“Meet me here next week. Same day. Same time,” I call into the room as the door closes behind me.