25. Adair
25
ADAIR
I don’t have any idea how long Jack keeps me out here. He gets up a couple of times to get more wood for the fire. The first time, he yanks the leash before I know I’m supposed to be accompanying him and I scramble to keep up. The next time, he loops the leash around the arm of his chair, narrows his eyes at me and hisses stay while showing me the remote in his hand. Since he made me sit up and kneel for him first, I’m too afraid to move. He laughs when he comes back and sees that my dick is hard — again .
After that, I curl up with my face away from him. But my shame fades in the face of something worse. As I try to get comfortable, I realize something terrible: I have to piss like a racehorse, and it’s reaching red-alert level.
I shift around, trying to find the most comfortable position for my aching bladder. But it becomes more of a challenge with every passing minute until I can’t hold back a whimper of discomfort. Jack looks down at me for a moment in puzzlement before his brows shoot up and he studies me with an expression of amusement. I’m not sure if I should be relieved, horrified or alarmed that he read my signals and figured it out without me saying a word.
My brain toggles over to horrified when he stands up, only to grab the leash again. Fuck . Jack’s not facing the house, which means he’s not done toying with me yet. He’s facing the dark woods at the back of the yard. There’s that cruel smirk playing on his lips as he gives the leash a tug.
Oh God, no . I can’t. My safeword — maple —is on my lips. And yet… my dick twitches. Holy shit, what is wrong with me?
As my mind spins, my body obediently follows Jack on hands and knees. He leads me over to the treeline at the back of the yard.
“Have at it,” he says. “Just don’t take too long sniffing out the perfect tree. You don’t want me to lose my patience.”
I can’t. I can’t . But with my bladder nearly full to bursting, all I can do is let out a whine. I look up at Jack, trying to beg him with my eyes.
He huffs out a sigh. “Hurry up and get on with it. If you don’t, I’m bringing you back to the firepit and shocking you so hard you piss yourself. And then I’m going to beat your ass black and blue for pissing on the blanket. Don’t think I won’t.”
I’m shaking from fear, from cold and from trying to hold back the inevitable. Shifting my hips to lift a leg, I let out a shuddering, sobbing sigh as I relax and release my bladder. Shamefully, the release is nearly as good as the orgasm I had earlier.
My ears pick up a sound. I had told myself I wasn’t going to even look at Jack until this humiliation was over, but my pulse quickens as I glance up. Because it sure sounds like…
Jack gives me a shrug as he tugs his zipper down and pulls his cock out of his pants. “Seemed like a good idea,” he says before aiming down and pissing onto the base of a tree. Even if I wasn’t still mid-stream, the leash leaves me with no way to escape. I can only watch, wide-eyed. When the sharp, rank smell hits me, a sound that I don’t want to believe comes from me slips past my lips as I finish peeing and hurriedly lower my leg.
Jack turns his head and raises an eyebrow. “See something you want?” he says softly. I shake my head, but I can’t pull my eyes away from his cock. He exhales a little huff of a laugh. “You sure?” I shake my head again, but it’s too slow, as if time has stretched out.
“You’re a filthy mutt,” he says, his voice still quiet as his stream slakes off. He hasn’t given his cock a shake yet. “No dignity, no decency… It wouldn’t be out of character for a dirty animal, you know.”
I break a sweat in spite of the cold, which makes me shiver. It’s such twisted logic, but my dumb bunny brain can’t formulate an argument. Before I give myself a chance to think it through or talk myself out of it, I crawl over between Jack’s boots and rise to my knees, my heart jackhammering against my ribs.
Using my lips, I pull the head of his cock into my mouth, lapping up the last few drops of his piss. A tremor rips through me at the bitter, salty taste on my tongue as I lick him clean.
Fuck. There’s no going back now, is there? I’ve crossed some sort of rubicon — I can’t undo this. My brain is horrified, but I don’t pull away. Jack lets go of his cock and rests his hand on my hair as I swirl my tongue around the head a couple more times before I release it.
“Good boy,” he says, an unexpected warmth in his voice. I shut my eyes and let the praise roll over me as I rest my cheek against his thigh.