24. Adair
24
ADAIR
J ack leads me over to it and flops into the chair with a contented sigh, leaving the leash attached to the collar around my neck. “Doesn’t get much better than this,” he declares.
I know it’s a risk, but I do it anyway. “ Pfft , I’m not —” My words are cut off as a shock rips through me. It’s strong enough that white lights explode behind my squeezed-shut eyelids. I let out a cry of pain.
“ No .” Blinking tears from my eyes, I look up. Jack’s eyes blaze with a fire easily as hot as the one at my back, and his lip is curled in a snarl. “Shut up, mutt,” he snaps, his tone threatening. “Haven’t learned your place yet? If not, I’m sure we can work on obedience training to tame your feral ass.”
Shivering, I shake my head hard, realizing that any pleading will probably just earn me more of the same punishment. Jack rests his forearms on his thighs and leans forward until he’s nearly nose-to-nose with me. “You are nothing more than a stupid beast,” he says in a voice so ominously quiet I can barely hear it over the crackling logs behind me. “There is only one word you have permission to use. Do you understand?”
I know he means my safeword. On my hands and knees, I nod my head vigorously. Without another word, Jack straightens back up before reclining in the chair again. He stretches his legs out on either side of me, lacing his hands over his belly.
He startles me when he snorts out a sound of amusement. “Sit,” he commands. I rise to my knees. When he starts laughing after appraising me in silence for a moment, I know why even before I look down in mortification at my hard cock.
“C’mere,” Jack points between his legs, still chuckling as he puts his hand on my head to tousle my hair, sending it flying into my eyes. He pets my hair for a little bit, and in spite of his mockery and the punishment with the collar, it feels so good I shuffle a little closer to lean my cheek against his heavy thigh.
Jack lets out a low rumble of approval. “That’s nice,” he murmurs. I feel my eyes filling again and blink fast, angry at myself for getting emotional over these meager slivers of affection. But I stay like that for a minute anyway, letting my eyes slip shut as his hand on my head stills. I relax enough to let out a little sigh of contentment.
Above me, Jack hums in contemplation. I feel his hand under my chin, lifting me off his leg. When he brushes my hair out of my face, I look up at him. His expression isn’t angry, but there’s something ruthless about the sparkle in his eyes. Unease churns low in my belly.
“Comfortable?”
It feels like a trick question. Mainly because, when I think about it, I’m shocked to realize… I sort of am? I’ve gotten over the awkward feeling of being naked while outside, what’s underneath me is soft and thick enough that my knees don’t hurt, and the heat of the fire is keeping me warm.
I nod hesitantly. “Good.” Jack smiles, but it’s an expression that fills me with foreboding. “Why don’t you show me some appreciation?”
Appreciation. A sense of relief washes over me. Blowjob. I got this. I start to lower my face between Jack’s legs.
“Ah-ah.” His voice is sharp, and by the time I glance up, he’s threaded his hand through my hair and grabbed it tight enough to make my eyes water. “Get your nose out of my crotch, you filthy animal.”
I don’t know what he wants. His voice is harsh, but there’s humor glittering in his glare. “Give me a kiss.”
It’s such a simple request… I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief when it hits me. This must be a trick. When I look up at Jack, there’s a smirk curling his lips. Oh, no . It’s not a trick.
It’s worse.
“C’mon, you dumb mutt.” I look away and try to drop my head but his grip on my hair tightens. “I. Said. Give. Me. A. Kiss.”
I whimper, but his eyes are burning into me. And I know now what he wants. I want the ground to swallow me whole as I sit up and tip my face towards Jack. He sees my submission and grins, leaning forward to meet me as I push down the humiliation roiling my guts. I stretch my tongue out to make a tiny, light swipe against his warm cheek.
Jack laughs and holds me there. “That was pathetic,” he whispers to me. “You can do better than that.” I whimper again and he lets out a snort. “Oh, please. I bet you’re hard as a fucking rock right now. Fucking kiss me like the slobbering mutt you are.”
I choke back a sob, but I lick Jack’s face with gusto this time, sweeping my tongue over the skin above his beard. When I’m through, I drop back to my hands and my knees, breathing hard as if I just did something strenuous. Even in my peripheral vision, it’s hard to miss the tent in his pants.
“Good boy,” Jack says, his voice husky as he tousles my hair again. He laughs low in his throat. “Sit up. I want to see how much you liked that, too.”
I didn’t! , I want to cry. That’s just my dick —don’t pay attention to it. It likes weird shit. But when I come to my knees in front of him, I don’t bother looking down this time just to confirm what I already know, because I can feel a spark of heat deep inside of me. It’s a spark that will grow as bright and as hot as this fire if I let it… and if it gets the fuel it needs, it could grow big enough to consume me.
I watch Jack’s face instead. His eyes narrow and his tongue darts out over his lips as he looks at my cock. “Look at what a mess you are,” he says quietly. When he raises his eyes to mine, there’s a challenge in them. So I look down at my hard cock, the head an angry red and leaking precum. Jack suddenly leans forward, swiping his thumb over my dripping slit before shoving it in my mouth.
“I bet you’d come like this if I let you, you deranged freak.” I whimper as I suck my precum off his thumb. Jack looks at me again, eyes still narrowed.
“Hump my leg.”
My eyes fly wide as I look at him in alarm. But at the same time, his words are like kindling for that spark inside of me. I whine around his thumb still in my mouth.
Oh God, I want this. I shouldn’t want this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I do want this, but I’m not thinking about that now. All I can think about is how badly I want to come, hooked on Jack’s degradation of me and desperate for more.
He pulls his thumb out of my mouth with a pop. I realize I’d been sucking on it reflexively. He stretches out again with his legs splayed wide. I see that remote back in his hand and I hesitate. “Yeah, I might shock you.” He smirks. “You can stop if you want when I do, but you’re such a filthy pervert, I have a hunch that you won’t.”
My eyes are locked on his roughened thumb, still wet with my spit, as he caresses that button on the remote. Such a gentle, delicate touch for the implement he’s using to inflict pain on me —nothing like the rough way he manhandled the head of my dick a moment ago.
My exhale shudders. I can’t really do this, can I? But when I look over at Jack’s thick, denim-clad leg, the heel of his muddy boot anchoring him like a kickstand, it feels like all my blood rushes into my cock. I can practically feel my pulse beating in it.
Still, I’m blinking away tears of shame as I swing my leg over to straddle his. But the instant I roll my hips and drag my cock along his leg, a switch flips inside of me. Never mind kindling; I just poured kerosene on that spark.
As I shut my eyes and moan, the first shock jolts me. I think he must have turned the intensity down, because while it’s still strong enough to hurt, now it’s a good hurt, a hurt that makes unintelligible sounds spill out of my mouth. I rub myself against Jack’s leg until my mind is gone and I am just an animal, panting and grunting as I chase the friction.
But Jack doesn’t let me get off. Whenever I get close, he zaps me, bumping up the intensity each time until I break down and start sobbing.
He laughs. “You’re no fun,” he teases as tears stream down my face. “I think it would be so much fun to make you come through an electric shock.” He tousles my hair. “I think it’s asking too much at this point to get you to come from it.” A shudder I can’t hold back courses through me.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck to pull me close and touch his forehead to mine. His eyes are locked on mine, searing me with an incendiary gaze. I whimper, wanting so badly for Jack to let me get off but also not wanting to lose this strange, unexpected closeness that feels as charged as the collar around my neck.
“I’ll turn it down,” he says quietly. “But I want to make you hurt while you’re having an orgasm. I want to watch your face when you’re so overloaded on pleasure and pain that you fall apart.” Small, desperate noises spill from my lips as his words ramp my arousal back up. How — why —am I so needy for this?
“Go on,” he says as he releases my neck. “Finish.”
Dignity isn’t even a thought as I start to hump his leg again. When the shocks hit, I sound like a small animal yipping in pain. But I’m so close — and this time, Jack doesn’t deny me. I hit the point of no return, my hips locking as I grind my dick against him.
The way he edged me before, denying my orgasm over and over, makes this one so powerful it comes out of me like an explosion. I cry out wordlessly —I don’t think I could speak if I had to. Gasping and shuddering, each new wave that breaks over me sends an ecstatic spasm through me.
I tip my head back when the next pulse comes —just as the pain of another shock rips through me.
Holy shit . It’s so intense I convulse and let out a sob, trembling through the rest of that mind-blowing, out-of-this-world orgasm until it finally recedes. My limbs shaking and my breath jagged, I manage to focus enough to look down at the jizz dripping down Jack’s jeans. He sees where my eyes are trained and lets out a hum.
“That’s right,” he says. “You know what you need to do, don’t you? Filthy mutts always eat their messes.”
He was right. Somehow, I did know this was coming. Still breathing hard, I lower my face to his leg and lick my release up. My tongue makes long strokes up the fabric as I bend over with my ass in the air and my face visible, giving Jack a good view as he watches me debase myself.
“Goddamn,” he mutters as he palms his cock. When I’m finished, I straighten up, still on my hands and knees, and look up at him. “Good boy,” Jack says, his voice husky. The words and the way he says them give me such a rush, it’s pathetic. I’m pathetic.
But I can’t deny the intensity of that orgasm. When Jack tells me lay down in the same tone as you’d command a dog, I curl up on the blanket with a little noise of shame as I hear his low rumble of laughter.