40. Chapter 40 Jack
Chapter forty
“Yes, Sir.”
I’ve once again underestimated Margot Sinclair’s ability to alter my perception of reality, and I’ll pay for this instance just as endlessly and painfully as the others.
In this moment, I don’t even fucking care that she doesn’t know who I am.
She listened to me, felt my intention, saw it in my eyes, and decided to trust me.
Am I not still myself, even under the balaclava?
My princess might not know who she’s submitting to, but she trusts my energy and my dominance.
This version of myself doesn’t even have to be a part of Jack Carter, truthfully.
It certainly didn’t exist in me before she and I walked into this room last week, and it exists only for her.
I decide I’ve heard enough for now, and I want to see if she’s really ready to let go for me.
I’ve seen how tired she’s been lately. Still beautiful, still glowing, but tired.
Running three huge projects simultaneously will wear anyone down, and I doubt she’s had much downtime since she moved back.
I can’t fix all of her problems, especially while she hates me in real life, but I can take away some of her stress for a few hours at least. And punish her for how she’s been acting lately.
Stepping back from where I’ve been crowding her, Margot sags a little against the doorway, as if I was structural to her verticality.
I return to my chair and sit down, stretching my legs out wide in front of me.
Let’s see how far my horny girl will go.
Based on the glaze in her eyes just from taking away her speech for a bit, I’d say she’s well on her way to floating already.
“Crawl to me. Slowly. Half the speed of last time.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. I reach down to adjust my aching cock as she drops to her hands and knees and begins her slow approach from the other side of the room.
I can see the swells of her heavy breasts as they move with her, held high by her corset but still mostly hidden by the robe I haven’t removed yet.
When she reaches the halfway point, I tell her to stick her tongue out, and again, she doesn’t hesitate.
As she makes her way to me, hips swaying and tongue out in invitation, it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to leave my chair, pin her to the floor, and fuck her raw. But I have so many ideas in mind for my pet, so I can’t stop the fun before it begins.
Finally, she reaches me and sits back on her knees just like last time. “You may close your mouth, pet. Stand.”
She glides gracefully to her feet, even in her heels, and I decide I’m going to torture her just a little while I sate a desire I’ve had for more years than I can admit. I’m going to inspect my princess. My pet.
Before I sit back down, I unbelt my jeans and pull them down with my boxers, just far enough for my weeping cock to spring free.
I plan to ignore it for the next thirty minutes or so, but I’m betting on the fact that she won’t be able to.
I want her to see it and need it inside her so desperately that she uses one of her few words she’s allowed, and begs me for it.
Without addressing the fact that my dick stands proudly at attention between us, I sit down, spread my legs, and pull Margot to stand just in front of me.
Pulling the tie on her robe, I let it fall before tossing it away.
Fuck. Me. She’s wearing something that has to be from her Noir collection, a black corset top that’s sheer except for the boning, giving me a perfect view of her nipples that look painfully hard. She’s not wearing any panties…
I reach out and give a light smack to her cunt that’s out and in my face, since she’s wearing a garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and no fucking panties. She gasps but stays quiet.
“Do you make it a habit of walking around with nothing covering your cunt?”
“No, Sir.”
“Only for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” Unable to help myself, I slide one thick finger into her tight little slit, collect a portion of the wetness gathering there, and lift my balaclava to taste her. I couldn’t wait one more second, not when my dessert presented itself to me on a platter with no lid.
“Fucking delectable, pet,” I say, waiting to see if she’ll fuck up and say thank you. But my girl is smart and stays quiet.
Sitting straight up, I stare at her smooth cunt for so long I know she’s uncomfortable, but she should get used to being observed like this. Appraised. In the same way people stare at Michelangelo’s David for hours, Margot should be on a pedestal and admired. But only by me.
“Turn around, feet hip-width apart. Bend over and put your hands around your ankles.”
Her eyes widen, but she slowly turns and does as I’ve asked. What a genius I am, to have her present this fucking perfect cunt to me. It’s glistening, nearly dripping, and the satisfaction I have knowing I did this is otherworldly.
“Tell me, pet. Have you ever been fucked like this before? Bent in half, legs wide, completely at the mercy of the man behind you, spreading this pussy open with his cock?”
A shuddering intake of breath tells me she’s just as affected by this as I am.
“No, Sir.”
“And do you like the idea of it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand tall behind her and place my boots on the outside of her feet so that her heels can't slide any farther apart and allow her to fall, but I keep my body off hers for now.
“I think, pet, that you with your legs spread wide and with nowhere to go is my favorite position,” I murmur, slowly beginning to trail my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, barely touching the wetness at her center before moving them away.
Her little thighs are trembling, and her breaths are coming faster now.
“I’m not surprised that you like it. It’s perfect for such a good little whore like yourself.”
I give her just one finger, all the way in, and I hold it still as she gasps.
“Whores love to be on display like this. It allows them to show off all their best assets and make themselves as useful as possible, with holes open for anyone who needs them. I think next time I’ll bring a spreader bar to keep your legs nice and wide for me, so you can’t close them even if you want to. ”
Her pussy clenches desperately around my finger, and I give her a second, then a third. No movement, just a plug to remind her I’m here. And to make sure she’s ready for this cock she’s about to get.
“You’re being such a good girl for me. My fingers are soaked, and I have a perfect view of your tight little asshole, pet. Have you ever taken a cock this big in your ass?”
“No, Sir…” she whispers, although it’s more like the world’s softest sob.
“Mmm. Not tonight. But soon,” I whisper, laughing darkly as her trembling intensifies.
“I’m having a little trouble, though. If I take you like this, I’m not sure if I should rip your tits out of this corset and hold on to them for leverage while I fuck you, or just put both of my hands around your throat until you pass out. ”
She’s been so distracted by my soft murmurings that she hasn’t noticed the condom wrapper ripping.
Poor thing. She’ll be so surprised. She’s not getting the moment of time to back out that I gave her last time, either.
I line my head up with her tight little cunt, reach around to put one hand around her throat and one halfway over her mouth, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth slide before she even realizes what’s happening.
Her scream is ear-piercing, even with my hand halfway covering her mouth, and her legs shake as I feel her walls strangle my dick with the power of her orgasm.
“I told you that you were a desperate little slut, and you are, aren’t you? Coming just from me putting my cock in you.”
I haven’t even given her one stroke yet, and I feel like I could come too, just from feeling her explode around me.
Instead, I stay fully seated inside her, feeling every one of the aftershocks as her orgasm rolls on and on.
Being deep inside her hot, tight pussy as it massages me is cathartic, and although the urge to thrust is there, I’m enjoying her being my little cocksleeve and keeping me warm.
It’s only been a couple of minutes— I can’t have my girl passing out from being upside down for too long— before she trembles again and lets out a little whine.
“Something to say, pet?”
I almost don’t hear her at first, and I’m starting to think she might actually pass out when I hear her faint, “Please.”
Fucking music to my ears.
I laugh, delighted she’s desperate enough to ask for what she wants.
“Oh my perfect girl, you only had to ask. Stand up and put your hands on your tits.”
Still deep in her pussy, I pick her up by the hips and walk us over to the couch. Instead of placing her face down on the cushion like last time, I bend her over the arm and spread her legs, holding them in place at a much better angle for my height than the cushions.
Finally, I start to thrust, and it’s a good thing she’s already come once because I’m not going to last long like this.
She’s on another plane of existence right now, being such a good quiet girl for me, and I can feel her fluttering up to another orgasm while the cum from her first orgasm starts to form a ring around the base of my cock.
Jesus, it might take even less time than I anticipated to come.
Reaching around, I find her poor neglected clit and start giving her the small, fast circles she likes. I know she’s hypersensitive, so I wonder how she’ll react.
“No!” she screams, writhing in my arms. Fuck, even better than I imagined. “Please, please no, Sir, it hurts. Please no more.”
I ignore her, chasing my release and feeling her tumble over the cliff at the same time, squeezing the life out of me and making me come so hard I’m briefly afraid I’ll pass out.
And then who will be in charge? I make sure she hears exactly how she’s affected me, groaning directly beneath her ear as I fill the condom.
Taking just a second to catch my breath, I ease out as gently as possible, feeling a little smug as she winces.
Yeah, Princess. You’ll be sore as fuck tomorrow.
I’m pulling off the condom and walking to grab a blanket to wrap her in when I hear a small, “Sir?” from the couch.
I turn, and my knees almost buckle at the sight of my perfect pet sitting on the couch, tongue out, obviously asking me to empty the condom in her mouth just like last week.
I am so fucked. I could never deny her anything, and I don’t deny her this.
Giving her cheek a soft stroke, I help her swallow every last drop of my cum.
I mean, she’s earned it. She can have it however she wants.
She lets out a contented sigh, and I see exactly how hazy her eyes are. Kneeling in front of her, I meet her gaze.
“You were a perfect girl for me tonight. I’m so proud of you.”
My heart warms at her happy little grin, and I realize that however fucked I thought I was in this situation, it’s exponentially worse. But I can’t find it in me to care. Now’s my chance.
I retrieve the burner phone I left in the room’s locker and place it on top of the stack of clothes I have laid out for her. Until this all comes crashing down, I’m going to take any scrap of attention from any version of Margot Sinclair I can get—until she unmasks me.