37. Adair
37
ADAIR
W ith deliberate slowness, Jack strolls the two steps to where my head rests on the ground, his figure blocking the moonlight. Something brushes my cheek and I nearly jump out of my skin. When his deep chuckle rumbles in my ears and the very close smell of damp earth hits my nostrils, it clicks.
Every decision I’ve ever made in my entire life up until now was a terrible, terrible mistake.
“Is this better?” His voice drips with mockery. The pressure increases by a breath, just enough that I can now clearly feel the tread of his boot pressed up against my face. I whimper.
“If you want it like this, beg for it. Or else my boot goes back on your nuts.”
The collar gives me a light jolt. My next inhale shakes.
“I want to feel your foot against my face. Step on me. Mark me.”
“Say please, brat,” he commands.
My breath hitches as humiliation and desire battle in my mind. “Please,” I whisper. “Step on me —put your boot on my face.”
“Tell me how much you want me to mark you like this.”
I’m dying inside. I want so badly to safeword and end this brutal degradation, but my cock is so hard as it drips an obscene amount of precum onto my lower belly. My pride caves before my arousal.
“Please, Jack —I want your boot in my face, I want you to step that muddy sole right over my cheeks. Mark me. Make me filthy,” I whisper.
“Lick it first.”
“What?” I yelp when a stronger jolt from the collar hits me. Oh God, how is this happening? How did I wind up here? Choking back a sob, I open my mouth and stretch my tongue out just until the instant I feel it hit the muddy tread of his boot.
“C’mon, lick it!” Jack’s impatience is palpable. “Show me what a depraved little whore you are, licking the bottom of my boot just because you’re so desperate to be degraded, because being a filthy animal is what gets your dick hard. And because that’s the only way I’ll even consider stretching out your needy hole with my cock later.”
I exhale a sob that betrays me by turning into a whine of need. With a long, shuddering breath, I lick along the ridge of one dirt-caked tread, fighting the urge to gag as fragments crumble onto my tongue. Abruptly, Jack abruptly shifts and presses down a little. The difference is slight, but it’s enough to blanket my face — forehead to chin — with his muddy footprint.
But even as I squeeze my eyelids shut, horrified to feel dirt landing on my tongue, I can’t help it: A surge of arousal makes my hips buck. I hear Jack laugh and want to die of embarrassment as tears leak from my eyes.
The instant he lifts his foot off my face, I turn my head to the side. I spit out as much dirt and grit as I can, choking and crying as I do. Jack takes a step back and crouches down next to me, looking over the mess I begged him to make of me.
“You’re filthy.” He shakes his head and makes a clicking sound with his tongue. “And you’re covered with dirt,” he says, snickering at his own joke. “Was that better than on your nuts?”
I give him a jerk of a nod and look away from his smirking face.
When he trails rough fingers over my lower belly, I look down. The precum I leaked all over myself is shiny in the moonlight. Jack runs three fingertips through the mess. Still crouching, he shoves those slick fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean.
When Jack repositions himself between my legs, I can see that he’s as hard as I am.
He pulls his cock out and yanks my legs apart before notching himself at my entrance. I hear him spit, and shiver when I feel it hit my asshole.
Jack laughs. “I would’ve saved that for your filthy mouth, but I figured you’d appreciate it more here because I didn’t bring any lube.”
My eyes fly wide, which he finds funny. He scoots up closer, pushing the head of his cock against my rim, but it’s not wet enough. I’m afraid of how much it will hurt if he takes me like that. My dick, of course, with no skin in the game, bobs up at the thought. Stupid .
Jack snickers when he sees my cock jerk. “You like the idea of me shoving my cock into you nearly dry? I wasn’t going to be quite that bad about it.” I instinctively draw back when he brings a hand to my face, but he just cups his palm and tucks it beneath my lower lip.
“Spit.”
“What?” I’m so astonished, the word flies out before I think. Jack’s lip curls and I cry out at the next jolt from the collar.
I whimper as he glares at me. “I said spit , you fucking dumb bunny.”
This can’t be right. He can’t want me to do this. It must be a trick. I blink up at Jack, frantically begging for direction with my eyes, but his expression just darkens. I swallow a couple of times against that tight collar before spitting into his hand like he ordered. Since my head is on the ground, though, it comes out more as a dribble, dripping over my lower lip and onto my chin.
“Messy baby,” Jack chides. He narrows his eyes briefly, then brings that hand back to my face, smearing my spit all over my cheek and spreading around the mud left by his boot.
He snickers when he sees my eyes fill. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so stupid and pathetic like that with drool all over your chin.”
He brings that hand back under my mouth. “Do it again. This time’s for real. I’ll use it on your hole.” I try to frown at him as hot tears of humiliation stream from the corners of my eyes.
“C’mon.” The humor in his face and tone vanish as quickly as if he’d flipped a switch. “Or I can just ram my cock into your needy hole dry and fuck you bloody.” He shrugs. “Your call. I’ll get it slicked up for me one way or another.”
Terrified, I dribble as much spit as my dry mouth can make into his hand. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters.
It still hurts when the hard ridge of his crown squeezes past that tight ring of muscle, and I let out a cry as I squirm beneath him. My body stiffens with a sudden, strong jolt of the collar, and I scream as Jack slams the rest of the way in. I writhe underneath him, as if there was any way to escape the burn in my ass while impaled on his thick cock.
He appraises my gasping, tear-stained face for a moment before I hear the dark rumble of his laughter. “I figured the collar might distract you from me wrecking your ass,” he says. “But I really liked the way you tightened around me when that shock hit you.”
I shake my head as hard as I can, gasping for breath. “No, please don’t. Please, just fuck me. Please.”
Jack pulls himself nearly all the way out, then slams back into me with a single thrust as another shock makes my body go rigid. “ Fuck , that’s hot,” he says as I start sobbing.
He lets out a sadistic chuckle. “Oh, this is good ,” he murmurs. He does the same thing a third time, and I can only make unintelligible sounds that spill out of my mouth like the tears streaming from my eyes.
He picks up his pace, fucking me for real now without any more shocks. Before long, my sobs turn into moans and my hips rock up. Jack slows his thrusting to run his fingertips down my painfully engorged shaft with a laugh “Knew you’d like that, you twisted pervert.”
“Please, Jack.” I abandon the hollowed-out husk of my dignity. “Please, let me come. I want to come so bad.”
“I can tell,” he says, arching an eyebrow. I groan.
“Please —” I start again, but I clamp my mouth shut when he reaches for the remote.
He chuckles. “You can come, just not yet.”
I frown, hoping he’ll elaborate. When he doesn’t, I risk asking, “Why? When?”
He doesn’t shock me, but he also doesn’t exactly answer me. “I’m not done marking you yet. When you get bratty on me like you did tonight, you need to be put in your place and reminded who you belong to.” His dark eyes narrow to slits. “I’m going to make sure you get that lesson through your dumb bunny head this time.” He taps me on the temple. “You’re not going to come until then.”
I sigh. “OK, fine.” I push my luck with a little bit of a pout.
“Suck that lip back in if you know what’s good for you,” he snaps. I obey quickly.
Without pulling out of me, he rearranges himself so his body is over mine, one palm on either side of my face. He rolls his hips, sinking deep into me with a moan. “Fuck, this is one needy hole,” he says, his voice husky. I tip my head back with a groan, lost in the surrender of being filled up and used.
Jack can call me needy all he wants. I can’t deny it, especially not in these moments when his cock is stretching me out with that pleasurable ache that’s both too much and never enough at the same time. Because I can’t get enough of submitting to the sensation of being taken — the way his cock fills me to what feels like bursting, feeling that liquid core of heat growing and rising within me until it fills me to the brim and I can’t do anything but explode. I rock my hips up, moaning for more with babble that isn’t even real words.
Jack picks up his pace again until he’s drilling me hard, slamming into me and making me cry out with every thrust. He looks down at me with hooded eyes. “I fucking love how desperate you get. It’s so fucking hot that you need to be used like this, that you’ll let me do anything to you, take anything and everything I give you.”
Everything I give you … A memory flickers on and buzzes like a fluorescent light in my head.
“Where do you want me to come?” Jack asks.
The question —being given the choice — is unexpected enough that it knocks my train of thought off-track. “C’mon, I’m getting close,” he pants. “You want me breeding you deep like the horny bunny you are, or you want my load all over your depraved, slutty face?”
“Oh, fuck —” I gasp out. “Face.”
Jack pulls out of me immediately and explodes with a roar. Thick strings of jizz land in my hair, my eyes, my open mouth — blanketing the mess of mud, spit and tears already there. He stays there for a minute after he finishes, catching his breath as he breaks into a grin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. He lets go of his cock to drag a finger across the wreck he’s made of my face. “Fucking filthy.” That sounds like it should be a bad thing, but there’s lust blazing in his eyes.
“I can’t even bring you into the house like this. You dirty mutt,” he says, shaking his head as he berates me. “You’re just a fucked-up, filthy mess. What am I going to do with you?” He sighs in mock exasperation. “If you turned up on the deck like this, I’d turn the garden hose on your sorry ass. But I don’t have a garden hose out here.”
My stomach drops, but goddammit , my dick rises. “Fuck.” I don’t know how that word slips from my lips, or why it sounds so eager and breathy.
“So whaddaya say, you mangy mutt? Do I need to hose you down?” Jack’s been watching my face, but his eyes flick down to my dick as he asks, a harder edge to his voice now, “Mark you? Own you?”
And fuck me if my stupid dick doesn’t answer for me. It jerks up pathetically at his words, as well as the words just beneath them that he didn’t have to say. I watch as Jack grabs his cock, and my breath catches.
“Say it.”
“What?” My eyes fly to his face.
“You heard me. I want to hear it.” His eyes are challenging me, dark with desire.
“Um…” Oh God, I can’t do this. For whatever inexplicable, nonsensical reason, I want this. But begging Jack to piss on me is a bridge too far. I just can’t. My eyes fill with tears as I let out a pitiful, wordless whine, hoping that will satisfy him.
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. That’s not how this works. Tell me how badly you need it.”
There’s a tug-of-war going on between my horrified brain and my desperately needy dick, which is leaking precum like crazy. I squirm and swallow hard as my brain lets go of the last shreds of my dignity.
“Piss on me. Please, I need you to mark me like that. Make me feel claimed, used. Make me feel owned.” My voice shakes a little.
Jack sucks in a hiss of breath, a gleam in his eye. “Gonna open your mouth for it?”
“Yeah,” I whisper before parting my lips.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s so goddamn hot.”
Even though I know it’s coming,there’s still a moment of shock when the hot stream first splatters across my face. I sputter and try not to choke as his piss drips off my hair and runs down my skin. A tremor runs through me when the salty, gamey taste hits my tongue.
I’m still blinking it out of my eyes, so I feel the hot liquid on my dick before I see it. I look down and watch as Jack pisses right on my hard-on in a brutal, unapologetic display of dominance.
My hips buck and I explode, my strained cry of release coming out like a sob. With my hands pinned behind me, I can only writhe helplessly in the mud beneath me. My dick pulses, shooting onto my lower belly and the bottom of my soaked, ruined shirt. I ride the wave of my orgasm until the last of it dribbles out of my cock. Panting, I look up to see Jack’s hungry, feral eyes on me in the moonlight.