3. Adair
3
ADAIR
A fter dinner, Jack orders me upstairs. “I’ll be up there in five. I have to grab something out of my workshop.” His eyes narrow. “You better be ready and waiting.”
Since he doesn’t elaborate, I settle on kneeling next to his side of the bed, nerves and excitement fluttering in my chest. That feeling grows stronger when I hear Jack’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. I’m relieved when I see lust flare in his eyes.
When I notice what’s in his hands, my eyes widen: A set —no, wait —two sets of leather cuffs, one slightly larger than the other. I glance at the bed, vacillating between horny and nervous. I wasn’t expecting this tonight.
“But, but —” I sputter out. “I thought you said it would take you a little bit to rig something up for these bedposts?”
He smirks. “I work fast when I’m properly motivated.”
“ T hat’s a lot of slack —” The words have barely left my lips a few moments later when Jack grabs my ankles. He yanks me down on the bed until there’s no more slack in the nylon straps attached to my wrists and I’m splayed out like a starfish.
I pick my head up and watch Jack connect the cuffs around my ankles to the lower bedposts with another pair of straps. He leaves me like that long enough to pull off his T-shirt and yank his pants down. I’m dying to know what filthy thing is on his mind when I see his cock bob up as soon as he frees it.
Jack makes me lift my hips so he can shove a pillow underneath them before he climbs onto the bed, kneeling and straddling my thighs. He watches with a predatory leer as a bead of precum grows and then runs down the head of my cock.
“I love seeing how much you need to be treated like this.” His voice is husky. “You don’t even have any idea what I’m going to do to you. Such a glutton for whatever punishment I want to give you.”
My mouth drops open. “Hey! Why am I getting a punishment? I didn’t do anything.”
He arches a brow and gives me a wicked grin as he spreads his big hand over my face. I pull in a quick gasp before my nose and mouth are blanketed by his warm palm. Over the sound of my blood pounding in my ears, I hear his voice. “Did I tell you to speak?” I try to shake my head. “Well, then I’d say you earned yourself a punishment.”
With a low chuckle, he tightens his hold on my face, cutting off my air. He holds me like that until I’m squirming underneath him. Even though my lungs are burning, my dick is getting harder by the second. When he finally moves his hand, I take a huge gulp of air, so focused on my breath that I fail to notice his hands.
He slaps me across the face. A split-second afterwards, he swings his other hand down onto my dick hard enough to make tears flood my eyes. I howl, trying unsuccessfully to jerk away from the pain as the leather cuffs dig into my skin.
Even through my tears, I can see hunger glittering in Jack’s dark eyes as he grabs me by the chin. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I nod. “ Aren’t you?” he repeats, an edge to his voice this time.
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it,” he demands in a low rumble.
“I’m yours.” My own voice sounds foreign to my ears —timid and breathy.
“And that means I can do what I want with you, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re not catching on, you dumb bunny,” he says, his voice sharp. “When I ask you a question, uh-huh is not an answer.” He lays his palm against the other side of my face, pantomiming the strike so I know it’s coming before he slaps me again.
A sound of pain flies out of my mouth before I can stop it, but the words Jack wants to hear come tumbling out right after it. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
The hunger in his stare burns hotter. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Jack. Use me however you want.” Something about saying it makes the sensation of submission so much more intense. My pelvis jerks as I pull against the taut straps.
“Say please, brat,” he snaps.
I writhe underneath him as I gasp out, “Please, Jack. Please use me.”
He smirks. “If you insist. I want your tongue all over my nuts while I spank your dick.”
This sounds terrific and terrible at the same time. My cock is clearly on board, bobbing up at Jack’s words. He snickers at the way it responds as he adds, “Bet I can make you come like that.”
“What?” My eyes fly wide. “But I can’t —that’s not —it won’t work like that!”
He laughs at my alarmed response before repositioning himself so he’s facing my lower body —my stupidly eager dick well within reach of his big hands —and straddling my head. He lowers himself until his sack lands, hot and heavy, on my face.
Fuck —being trapped between his hairy thighs, the weight of his balls smothering my nose and mouth, shouldn’t feel this good. I’m mortified to feel my hips rock up with arousal.
Above me, Jack laughs. “God, you’re so fucking hard right now. Your cock is just begging to be slapped. I told you this was going to turn you on, didn’t I?” I try to nod, glad that my shamefaced expression is buried between his legs.
I part my lips so I can lick his balls, swollen with the weight of his impending release. Even as I start to feel light-headed, I hungrily lap up the musky taste of him. “Don’t stop,” he hisses, his words cutting through the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
When he finally lifts his body up enough for me to breathe, the first rush of air into my desperate lungs feels so, so good. I exhale that hard-won breath all at once with a shriek an instant later when he slaps my dick.
“ Mmm .” He drops back down to grind his sack into my face, clearly enjoying the vibrations from my muffled cries of pain. With a sadistic snicker, he lands a second blow while my dick is still throbbing from the last one. And —oh God —I can’t tell if the pulsing I feel is from pain or need when he does it again. And again.
I’m horrified to hear myself moan as Jack flips around to position himself between my splayed-out legs again. His eyes have that gleam I’m coming to recognize as a craving to hurt me — to hit me and bruise me, to make me sob and beg for him. The look doesn’t scare me. What does is the knowledge of how badly I want to give him what he wants.
Jack strokes lube all over his cock with one hand as he fingers me with the other. Impatient, I try to ride his fingers, but he pulls back, laughing when I whine. He grips my thighs tightly and pushes himself into me.
Even after opening me up, the stretch is intense enough to make me whimper. Jack is looking down, watching his cock impale me; he glances up at the sound.
“Oh, I know you can take this, Bunny,” he says. “You’re such a good slut, you’re going to open up for me so I can fuck you deep.” The hard ridge of his crown teases my rim as he slides nearly all the way out before plunging into me again.
He fucks me slow for a little while like that until I’m writhing in my restraints, the need inside of me building. “Please, please touch my cock,” I gasp out.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jack’s voice is a low rumble. He smacks my dick again and I howl. The blow sends tears streaming down my cheeks, and I cry harder when I hear him laughing at my pain.
But as that burn fades into a familiar heat building up in my groin, my cry of pain turns into a groan of need. “Please,” I whisper.
Jack rolls his hips, sinking his cock deep into me with every thrust. “Tell me how my little painslut is going to come for me. Tell me how you want to blow your load while I’m spanking your dick. Because I’m going to use your load as lube and fuck it back inside of you.”
I whimper as I pull against my bondage. “Please, please, do it again,” I beg. I’m so desperately close, I barely recognize my own voice, hoarse and shaking with need. “Make me come from slapping my dick. Please, Jack.”
“You’re going to come for me while you’re crying,” he says in a low voice. With a guttural growl, he gives my dick two more fast, stinging smacks as his thrusts grow fast and urgent.
My orgasm hits all at once, making my hips buck as far as I can while being impaled by his cock. I let out a wail as I feel myself shooting all over my stomach.
“ Fuck , that’s hot,” Jack murmurs as he pulls out of me. I lift my tear-streaked face to watch as he drags two fingers through the jizz on my belly, scooping some of it up and quickly bringing it to my asshole. I moan as he fingers my sensitive rim, using my release as lube to slide first one, then a second thick finger up inside of me.
“God, just look at you,” he says in a voice hoarse with lust. He pulls his fingers out of me long enough to scoop up more of the come pooled on my stomach. “You like me fucking your own load back into your slutty hole?”
Despite being sore and spent, my dick shocks me by responding to Jack’s words. “You like being a slut for me?” he asks. I nod vigorously. “Say it,” he says, his gaze shifting to my unexpectedly swelling cock.
“I like you using me. I like being your slut that you can tease and hurt.”
“Fuck, Bunny.” He thrusts those two fingers, dripping again after a fresh swipe down my stomach, deep inside of me as I squirm. If Jack lets me, I’ll probably be able to come a second time tonight.
“Fucking filthy,” Jack breathes. “It’s hot that you’re so desperate to be violated that you’ll let me lube up your asshole with your own come.” He withdraws his fingers and positions himself between my legs, pressing his cockhead against my entrance, dragging out the anticipation before pushing himself into me again.
“You look so good when you’re squirming in restraints and sobbing,” he says, picking up his pace. He leans over me, the motion driving his cock deeper into me and making me gasp. “I love seeing you like this. But you’re so fucking hot, it feels like a crime to keep this visual all to myself.”
Still fucking me, Jack pins with with a contemplative look. He lifts a finger as if to put it to his lips in thought, but stops with it an inch from his face, eyes narrowed.
Guess he remembered where he just had it.
Instead, he shoves that finger and the other one that had been up my ass into my mouth. He slides them in and out, fucking my face leisurely as he continues to stretch me out with his thick cock.
“Would you let me show you off?”
“ Mmph ?” I can’t believe my ears.
“You already said you’re mine, didn’t you?” He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and grabs my hair. I whimper as he uses it to wipe them dry.
“Uh-huh.”
His voice is a low rumble. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I tell him. “But…” I don’t know what else to say or ask, so my words trail off. Do I like the idea of being shown off? As with most of this crazy shit, my dick volunteers its enthusiasm right away.
“Say you want me to put you on display — show people what a good little slut you are submitting to me.”
Goddamn. I never thought about anything like that before, but it’s got me leaking all over my belly. “Oh God, Jack —tie me up or bend me over in front of people. Let them see how bad I need you to hurt me.”
Jack lets out a predatory sound in response. Bringing his hands to either side of my head, he leans directly over me. My eyes flutter shut and I moan as he drives into me deep.
“Eyes on me.” I snap my eyes open and meet his hungry gaze, his cock bottoming out with each plunge into me.
“You want to come again tonight?”
“Uh-huh.” He frowns and I hurriedly add, “Please, Jack. Let me get off again.”
Without sliding out of me, he sits back up into the position he was in when he started fucking me. I look down at the slick of precum already adding to the remainder of what’s drying on my torso.
“I won’t spank your dick again unless you want that. Otherwise, I’ll just jerk you. But I want you to wait until I say you can come.”
“Uh-huh.” I nod eagerly. I think I’d tell him whatever he wanted at this point, as long as he wraps his hand around my dripping cock.
Jack jerks me until I’m squirming and whining, trying to hold back my impending explosion. “I want both of our loads in that filthy mouth of yours,” he pants. “I don’t know which I like more. Seeing you so desperate to get off that you’ll let me paint you with your own come, or watching you swallow it down like the greedy slut you are.”
Jack speeds up both his hand and his hips a few seconds before he pulls his cock out of me and blows his load in my mouth and across my cheeks. “ Fuck , your face looks so good with my load dripping off it,” he groans. “Come for me now.”
At his words, I let go with a cry. Since it’s my second shot of the night, this one lands mostly on my stomach.
“Keep those filthy lips of yours open for me,” Jack orders, still breathing hard. When I open my mouth wider, he lets out a low growl of approval as he swipes through the mess on my belly with two fingers again, depositing it onto my tongue on top of his load. I moan around his fingers as I suck them clean before I hungrily swallow it all down.
A s I catch my breath, Jack gets up, leaving me still tied to the bed. A flash of alarm shoots through me before I hear the sound of running water. He returns with a warm, damp washcloth and cleans me up. I start to relax, so much so that my eyes slip shut by the time he’s unbuckling the cuffs from my ankles and wrists. They hit the floor with a metallic clunk.
I’m a little surprised when the next sound I hear is footsteps on the stairs. I think I drift off, because when I hear my name, I open my eyes with a start. Jack stands alongside the bed next to my prone body. He hands me an insulated tumbler.
“Here. Rehydrate a little.”
I try to wave him off but he puts down the tumbler and whatever’s in his other hand to pull me half-upright. We’re both still naked. I glance at his cock and can’t hold back a smile.
“Shit, you’re hot even when it’s soft.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Gimme a break. Fucking dumb bunny,” he says, but his tone is affectionate.
I think I’m a little drunk on orgasm afterglow because I roll to the edge of the bed and stick my face right in Jack’s bush. I bury my nose in the thick hair just above his cock so his scent floods my brain. He makes a little noise of surprise and brings his hand to the back of my head.
I’m half-expecting him to push me against him, especially when I feel his cock start to stir. But instead of smothering me, he just caresses my sweat-damp hair for a minute as I nuzzle against him with a low purr. He doesn’t hold me down when I pull away enough to look up at him.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. His eyes are hooded, his expression uncharacteristically tranquil as he gazes down at me.
“Oh my God.” I probably have a stupid grin on my face but I’m too blissed-out to give a damn. “You smell so good. You could suffocate me like this and I’d die happy. And probably hard,” I add with a giggle. I dive face-first back into the coarse, curly hair and get in one more breath before Jack pulls me away from him.
“OK, OK,” he says with a huff of a laugh that soundsa little self-conscious. He lifts me up against the pillows. “Here.” He hands me the tumbler. “You’re so dehydrated you’re talking fucking nonsense. Not another word out of you until at least half of this is down the hatch.”
I give him a mock pout and one corner of his mouth quirks up. “Let me see those wrists,” he says. I extend the arm that’s not holding my water.
“Is it sore?” He runs his fingers over where there are still faint marks from the cuff. I shake my head.
“Well, there’s ibuprofen on the night table if they are later.” He lets go of me but stays where he is. When I go to put the tumbler down, he intercepts it and looks inside.
“No.” He hands it back to me. “I said at least half.”
I sigh and roll my eyes because I don’t want Jack to see how secretly, strangely happy this makes me. When I hand him the tumbler for inspection a minute later, he nods and puts it down on the night table.
“Good boy,” he says again, just as quietly as before. The instant he turns off the light, I grin into the darkness until my cheeks hurt. When Jack presses his furry torso against my back and throws his arm over me, I let out a hum of contentment.
I could so get used to this.