7. Adair
7
ADAIR
“ Y ou little shit,” Jack pants as I spit out hemlock needles, hoping that they’re not poisonous if I only get a few in my mouth. “I think you’re getting better at this.”
It sounds like a challenge. I squirm beneath him against a protruding root and get most of the way out from underneath Jack’s bulk pinning me down. He lets out a growl and gets a hand underneath the waistband of my pants.
When he yanks hard, the crotch seam slams up into my already-hardening cock. I give a cry of pain and he snickers. Last time we did this, he pinned my wrists behind me with zip ties. This time, the hair on the back of my neck stands up when I hear the dull clanking of metal.
As Jack lifts some of his weight off me, I make one last attempt to break free. I twist around and throw an elbow back into him with as much force as I can muster from my awkward position. He grunts in surprise. I take advantage of the moment to shimmy down and, hopefully, out of his grasp —only to find myself coughing when his hand slams down onto my windpipe. I thrash and claw at the air my lungs can’t reach as my consciousness flickers.
The pressure on my neck abruptly loosens and I wheeze, sucking in big breaths of the damp night air. Jack’s voice cuts through the darkness. “Really, you brat?”
With a growl, he flips me onto my back. I writhe, my hands scrabbling uselessly at two sets of metal teeth that horribly and inexplicably encircle my neck.
“Fuck!” I choke out. “You got a bear trap on me or something?”
Jack grabs my shoulder to haul me upright. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s a prong collar.” He snorts. “Goddamn bear trap… dipshit.”
A prong collar ? The fuck? I’m running through a mental slide show of every mean-ass junkyard dog I’ve ever seen, trying to visualize the thing that’s around my neck. If I’d known Jack had this torture device on him, I would have kept my elbows to myself.
When something that feels like a leather strap brushes the side of my face, I let out a whine. I know for sure it’s a leash when I see him turn away from me. But when he jerks his arm to pull me forward, I stumble and pitch into him.
Jack quickly regains his balance and whirls around. “What the fuck?” He spits the words at me.
Oh, no . He thinks I did it on purpose. “I’m sorry. I just tripped. I —” He cuts me off with a slap across the face. The blow comes so quickly it doesn’t even register until my vision is jostled and my words stutter to a stop. My breath hitches as the side of my face ignites with a fiery sting.
The metal around my neck rattles an instant before it tightens sharply. The metal prongs aren’t nearly sharp enough to break the skin, but when they all bite into me at once, I can’t hold back a wail.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jack grabs my chin hard, bringing his face close to mine, eyes ablaze.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I whimper. “I didn’t mean it.” At this point, the fact that I only stumbled because he jerked the leash has faded into the back of my mind.
“Fucking pathetic,” Jack sneers, his tone cold. He steps back, arms crossed across his chest and the leash wrapped around his hand. He snaps his fingers and points to the ground at his feet. I fall to my knees, then drop to all fours as the collar tightens around my neck again.
“Come,” he barks at me. I blink at him in shock. We’re easily a mile from the main trailhead, maybe further. He can’t possibly want me to stay like this , could he?
Oh, no . There’s a scared, sick feeling in my guts —but there’s something else growing inside of me, too. Something I don’t want to believe but can’t deny, no matter how shameful or inconvenient it is. This is turning me on. I don’t understand why, and I really don’t understand how —but my dick stirs.
Jack gives the leash a yank and turns on his heel without another glance at me. Grimacing as the dampness from the dirt and wet leaves quickly seeps through the knees of my pants, I scramble to keep up. I bite my tongue and wince every time my palms land on something sharp.
Jack walks at his usual quick pace. I try to keep up so he won’t get impatient and jerk the leash again. But I fumble when the trail crosses over a tangle of tree roots. Both my hand and my foot get snagged at the same time, and I straight-up faceplant.
When that metallic bite encircles my neck, I let out a cry. Jack whirls around. “You think the fact that you can’t walk on two feet entitles you to whine like a bitch?” He stalks over to me and straddles my crouching frame. I shiver as he reaches down and underneath me to my waistband, removing my belt with a sharp tug.
“Drop your pants. Underwear, too,” he snaps. I’m dreading but not entirely surprised by the next icy syllable out of his mouth. “Count.”
My belt is just woven nylon, not leather like Jack’s. Although it turns out nylon also hurts like a motherfucker if you swing it hard enough. I grit my teeth through the first three before I give up and break down sobbing in between counting off the blows.
When Jack is satisfied, he gets back in front of me, still holding the leash. Blinking up at him through my tears, I rise to my knees to pull my pants back up.
This time, Jack slaps the other side of my face. “Did I tell you to pull those up?” Jolted by the blow, I can only shake my head. He lets out a sinister chuckle. “You’ve wasted enough of my time already. I don’t want to wait around for you to lower them if I need to whip you again to get your dumb ass in gear.”
While it was difficult enough to keep up with Jack before, I realize with mounting horror that having my pants half-down will seriously restrict my movements. There’s no way in hell I can match his pace while shuffling along like this. I shut my eyes and take a shuddering breath as tears stream down my cheeks.
“Down,” he orders. As I drop my hands onto the forest floor again, though, Jack snickers. “Actually,” he says slowly, “Get back up on your knees for a sec. I want to see something.”
Blinking through tears, I follow his directions without thinking. Seconds later, I hear a dark laugh. “Knew it,” Jack mutters, as if to himself, before addressing me. “Fucking deviant.”
A rock drops into the pit of my stomach as I follow his gaze down between my legs. Free of my pants and underwear, my dick is at full salute. And, judging from the way my slit is leaking precum, it’s been that way for some time already —including while Jack was whipping my ass red with my own belt.
The sound of his mocking laughter makes it jerk up. I’m mortified, perversely grateful for the tears blinding me so I can’t see the derisive smirk I know is on his lips or the gleam of sadistic amusement I know is in his eyes.
I don’t know how long he keeps me like that, kneeling with a metal collar around my neck, pants and underwear down around my thighs, scraped palms and muddy knees, pain radiating in fiery bands across my ass —and an obscenely swollen, raging hard-on.
Eventually, Jack turns on his heel. “Down,” he snaps over his shoulder.
Even knowing the trails as well as I do, being on all fours in the dark disorients me, so I don’t really know how far we’ve gotten when Jack loses his impatience with my slow pace. After he pulls me to a stop, I flinch when I hear the clank of his belt buckle. He only gives me a few licks, but coming on top of the marks left by my own belt, my shaking elbows give out and I howl my pain onto the damp earth, gasping for breath as I count off the strikes for him.
I can feel his gaze on me, even as I pant for breath with my head down. After Jack puts his belt back on, he starts to turn away from me; I realize I have a split-second to make the decision I’m weighing in my mind.
“Wait —” I say. Jack spins around, eyes narrowed. “Do you — can I blow you?” There’s enough moonlight to see him raise an eyebrow. “I want to do — be good for you.” My voice is embarrassingly shaky. “I’m sorry I elbowed you. I want to make it up to you.”
Jack tries to hide it, but when I see the instant of confusion that flashes in his eyes, the realization hits me: He’s either entirely forgotten about me jabbing him in the guts when we were tussling, or he doesn’t really care.
So this is just a game. The relief that washes over me feels pathetic. Knowing he’s not actually mad at me shouldn’t make me feel so much better, especially given the reality of my current situation. But it does.
I’m still turning this revelation over in my head when his deep voice cuts through my thoughts. “Sit up and play with yourself.”
I blink in disbelief. There must be a catch, but I don’t even know what to ask as I rise to my knees. Jack saves me the trouble, adding a moment later, “And don’t you dare come.”
My hands are filthy. I touch myself gingerly, trying to avoid gripping my cock in my scraped-up palm. Jack watches me for a couple of minutes with a frown before huffing out a sigh of annoyance.
“Down,” he orders as he comes up to me. I drop to all fours as he straddles me and reaches down like he did when he pulled off my belt earlier. He grabs my cock and I freeze. I gasp when he starts jerking me fast and hard. His touch is rough, but I’m already so turned on it’s not long until I’m biting my lip and trying, unsuccessfully, not to squirm underneath him.
Jack’s dark laugh rumbles above me. “You fucking pervert — you better not blow your load now.”
I nod to show him I understood, but if he doesn’t stop soon… My body starts to shake from the effort of holding my orgasm back as he continues to stroke me. Oh, fuck . I’m way too close, and I can’t even imagine what kind of punishment he’d dish out if I disobeyed him and came anyway.
I let out a sob of need and desperation. Jack chuckles again before abruptly letting go of me and straightening back up. He steps over me and pulls on the leash. “Come,” he commands tersely. I follow on trembling limbs.
By the time we reach the parking lot, the stripes on my ass are throbbing, my palms are on fire and my knees ache. I whimper when Jack gives the leash another jerk as he leads me over to his truck. He opens the passenger side door, then swings the seat forward.
His voice and expression are both steely as he indicates the empty part of the cab behind the seats. “Filthy mutts ride in the back. And I swear to God, you leave a mess on the floor, your ass will be in the truck bed next time.”
I just nod as I crawl in, trying to keep from getting my muddy pants onto anything. “Leave those down,” he says sharply, just before he swings the seat back into place. Wedged uncomfortably into the small space, I try to rearrange myself so I’ll do the least amount of bouncing around on the ride. And so nothing will touch my rock-hard erection. I’m afraid even incidental contact would be enough to make me explode. I swallow down my shame, will myself to push all thoughts of Jack’s big hand wrapped around my shaft and try to ignore my dick for the drive back.
Even though I’m expecting it and scramble to get out of the truck as soon as Jack brings the passenger seat forward, the yank he gives to the leash is hard enough that I nearly tumble face-first onto the unforgiving gravel driveway.
Jack jerks me to a halt just shy of the house. There’s enough light spilling from the window that I can see him clearly. And I don’t like the look in his eyes when he stalks over to me and bends down to unclip the leash from the collar.
He takes a half-step back to stand in front of me. “Now sit up and beg.”
I don’t understand what he wants. Heart pounding, I rise to my knees. Jack’s eyes rake over me, letting out a cruel laugh as he unzips his pants. “You spent all night whining like a bitch. Well, now I want to hear it.”
Oh God , no. This is new. My tongue feels thick in my mouth. I swallow nervously as Jack pulls his hard cock out of his pants.
“Come on,” he sneers as he wraps his hand around his shaft. “Whine for me, already.”
I want the ground to swallow me whole. My first try is a pathetic mewing that sounds like a trapped kitten. Still, it makes the muscles in Jack’s forearm bunch up as he tightens his grip on his cock with a low hiss of breath.
“You dirty slut,” he says, his voice gravelly. “Fucking whine for me.”
It still comes out more like crying, but I obey. Jack stands in front of me, stroking his thick cock as I make pleading, wordless sounds. My eyes fill even as arousal pulses like a heartbeat between my legs. When my tears start spilling down my cheeks, Jack’s eyes flare with lust and he jerks himself faster.
“I can’t believe the way you debase yourself for me,” he growls in a voice hoarse with need. “Just look at how turned on this is getting you, you filthy freak.”
I glance down, but I don’t need to see my dick to know that I’m desperately, painfully hard again. It bobs up embarrassingly at Jack’s derision. He gives me a wicked grin as his eyes sweep over me again.
He’s right, though. As badly as I want to obey him, I know my obedience will never be enough. Knowing that I need him to hurt and degrade me makes a sick shame churn in my guts even as a hot, liquid urgency spreads out from my core and my balls ache with the need for release. When I let out another strained, wordless whine, Jack groans as his hips lock.
“Oh shit, it’s going to be so hot shooting this huge load all over your pathetic face.” He’s panting between words as he explodes, covering me with jizz. I whimper at the sting when it lands in my eyes. It mixes with my tears so the whole mess slides down my cheeks.
Jack lets out a grunt and thrusts forward to make sure even the very last drops splash on me. “Goddamn, you should see yourself, Bunny,” he says, still breathing hard. “Such a needy mess —on your knees, muddy and crying with my load just dripping off your face. And I can tell just from looking at your dick that you could probably come right now, couldn’t you?”
I whimper because he’s not wrong. When Jack reaches out the toe of his boot and nudges my cock just a little, it sends a shudder through me. He snickers.
“Think I could get you off just like this?” My breath catches in my throat as he taps my cock again with his boot. My legs are shaking. Oh God, if he does make me come like this —which I’m realizing with a mounting sense of horror he probably could do easily — I would never, ever in a million years live it down.
Jack abruptly stops teasing my cock with his foot. “But I bet you can give me another hands-free display like you did the other night. What’s one thought that’s going to push you over the edge, you little pervert? Think about that, because I want to see you fall apart.”
Oh God, oh no, no no … There’s exactly one rabbit hole where I’m terrified for my mind to go. It does immediately. The next thing I know, I’m squeezing my eyes shut with a cry as my hips jerk and a wave of pleasure rolls over me, lighting up my whole body until I feel like I’m floating outside myself. Sobbing and shaking, I fall back onto all fours, gasping for breath as I blow my load all over the ground, all of the pent-up tension from Jack edging me earlier crashing down onto me like a wave. I come so hard it makes me dizzy, my dick pulsing as I tighten my fingers in the grass, like I might just fall right off the edge of the world.