40. Adair
40
ADAIR
“ I made an executive decision,” Jack declares as soon as we get on the highway the morning of the book convention.
Uh-oh. I look up from my phone. “What?”
His eyes narrow. “Every next time you say what , I’m giving you an extra three smacks when I show you off tonight.”
“ What ? Shit.” I sigh as he snickers. “Show me off? Where?”
Jack’s got a wicked grin on his face. He takes his eyes off the road long enough to take in what I’m sure is my shocked expression. “I got us a hotel room for tonight. There’s a dungeon I’ve been to a bunch of times before. I want to take you there later. I want a roomful of people to see how pretty you cry for me, how you obey me and submit to me.”
I just blink at him and give my head a little shake. I have so many questions. When he brought up the dungeon thing in a vague way, I hadn’t really thought them through. But if this is happening tonight …I frown in concentration.
“Why do you want to do it in front of people? Do you want them to, you know, do things to me, too?”
“What?” He shoots me a quick glance, brows drawn together. “No fucking way,” he snaps.
“What about —even for the hitting part? That, too?”
“Hell no. If anybody’s stupid enough to try and lay a finger on you, the only thing they’ll hit will be the fucking floor.”
“OK.” I think about it for a few seconds longer when Jack’s voice interrupts my thoughts again.
“I like having an audience. Not like I have to justify it to you. You of all people should be able to figure this out,” he sneers.
Even by Jack standards, I can’t figure out why he’s being this hostile about my questions, until he turns to me with a scowl. When I see a flicker of unease hiding behind his glare, it clicks. Since he’s driving, I know he’s limited in how he can respond to my provocations. So my inner brat gleefully takes advantage of it as a retort to his snippiness —and as a distraction from the nerves that are vibrating through me.
“You worried that I’ll like having an audience too much? Or that I’ll want more attention than you can give me? Are you afraid I’ll want to get fucked or dominated by some other guy?”
Jack grips the wheel tightly enough that the blood leaves his knuckles. “You know what happens when you pop off and try to be a smartass, don’t you?” He reaches out and palms my cheek with a light tap. There’s no real force behind it, but it’s the size and shape of a slap. My dick twitches.
“I want to do that in front of people,” he says. “Sure, I’ll bruise your ass, but this —” he punctuates his words by palming my face again. This time, his touch is light and lingering enough to nearly be a caress. “This is what I want people to see. I want to slap your face, maybe your dick or your sack. Show them how you belong to me —and just me.”
All the snarky thoughts fly out of my head, my inhale turning into a hiss. Jack chuckles. “I was going to ask if that was OK but from that response, I’m betting I know the answer. So?”
My heart is pounding. I give him a quick jerk of a nod. “Uh-huh. I mean, yeah, it’s OK.”
He takes his eyes off the road long enough to meet my eyes. He’s not glaring at me like he’s pissed-off anymore, but there’s a fierce, all-consuming intensity in his gaze. “I want to show you off but I’m not going to share you. Nobody but me is going to touch you. I promise.”
I’ve read books that have dungeon scenes in them, but I’ve sure as hell never done anything like this in real life. “I’m nervous,” I confess. But knowing that Jack is going to be there, taking charge of me, taking care of me —taking ownership of me — makes me feel more secure.
He glances over at me again. The warmth glowing in his eyes makes my heart do a little belly-flop. “I’m proud of you,” he says. “I want people to see you —your pretty legs, your slappable ass, the way your bottom lip trembles when you’re about to cry, the way you rock your hips when the pain is getting you hard, the way you beg and submit to me —all of it.”
“Damn.” I shift my hips in my seat as I feel my cock swelling. I laugh a little. “I love when you get romantic.”
Jack smirks. “Good. So suck my cock.”
“What?”
“Oh, I think you heard me.” Jack takes his eyes off the road long enough to evaluate my face. I don’t know what it’s telling him, but it makes him snicker. “And that’s another three. Don’t think I’m going to forget.”
I know he won’t.
He’s driving one-handed as he undoes his pants. I’m not surprised that he’s already hard. I unclip my seatbelt as Jack pulls his cock out, grinning as he does. He gives it a squeeze with a low groan and darts his eyes down briefly.
“Going to take care of that?” he asks. I lean up and lap up the precum glistening at the tip before opening wider to take his whole cockhead in my mouth. He takes a hand off the wheel to put it on the back of my head. I drop my jaw an instant before he pushes me down hard into his lap. My groan comes out muffled by his swelling cock, and my blood is beating hard in my ears, so I don’t hear what Jack says at first.
“ Mmph ?” I hope he doesn’t count this as a what .
He laughs. “Stay there. I don’t want you to make me come right now. I want to save it for you tonight. Just… stay.”
I feel my cheeks heat at the tone of the command. Stay , like he told me when I was kneeling in front of him, naked and collared, at the firepit. My embarrassment apparently doesn’t reach my dick, though. I shift my hips as it starts to harden in response to Jack’s words and his hand on the back of my head.
He lets out a low laugh and lifts his hips while holding his hand on my head, cutting off my air. I let my jaw go slack and take him deep. After a moment, he relaxes again and puts his hand back on the steering wheel. I’m not really sure what I need to do, so I just run my tongue up and down his shaft.
He rumbles out a low purr. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Like that. Just keep it in your mouth. You like being a cocksleeve for me? Like me using your whore mouth like this?” He hitches his hips to thrust all the way to the back of my throat again and I moan around his length in response.
Gotta say, this is definitely one way to make a long car ride go faster.