48. Adair
48
ADAIR
W ith surprising gentleness, Jack takes my chin in his big hand. “I have an idea of what I want to do with you tonight. What do you want?”
I’m surprised at how much easier it’s gotten to ask for what I want. “I want you to hurt me. I want you to mark me. I want you to use me — and I want you to make me beg you for it. I want you to make me cry.” He rumbles out a sound of approval. “And then I want you to pet me and kiss me afterwards.”
He gives me a crooked little smile. “I can definitely work with that.” He stands up and hauls me to my feet, leading me over to that giant, metallic net, which is now deserted. It’s brighter here, and I realize with a sinking feeling that it was easier to see from across the room because it’s got lights trained on it. This is where Jack wants to show me off. My brain isn’t sure whether to be horrified or horny.
And underneath that, another part of my mind is trying to figure out what… that just was with Jack. Calling me Adair instead of Bunny made me feel strangely like we were having a serious relationship conversation. Wait — were we?
I can’t quite wrap my head around him being the most heartfelt — shit, the most goddamn romantic —he’s ever been with me, here . While I was curled up at his feet in nothing but a jockstrap and leather cuffs, looking up at him in the dim red light of a dungeon. Maybe it means more to him than I realized that I’ve been as much a willing participant as him in all of this.
And his words: I’m not letting you get away. You do belong to me. A shiver runs through me. Is it possible that he wants what I want, just as badly as I do?
W hen I get closer to the chain net, I can see that there are rings at the connection points. Jack pulls out of his pocket a pair of black leather fasteners with metal clasps at each end. I watch as he clips one end to each of the cuffs on my wrists and the other to the chain above my head. I twist my wrists and stretch my fingers out, but I’m at the wrong angle to reach the clasps and free myself. Jack snickers as he watches me try before giving my ass a tap.
“Be right back,” he says. I only panic a little bit as he disappears, but as my eyes adjust to the light I see that he’s just made his way back over to the easy chair where we were a minute ago.
When he returns a moment later, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him: Now shirtless, hair spilling over his bare shoulders, Jack appraises me with hooded eyes as he swaggers over to the net. When he reaches me, he folds his thick arms over his furry chest and sweeps a predatory gaze over my nearly-naked body.
I thought he was insanely hot when I first saw him dressed up in the hotel room earlier, but seeing him like this — raw, masculine, dominant as fuck — has me squirming in my cuffs. When I see that he’s got the paddle tucked into his back pocket, my dick snaps to attention. Spread out like prey trapped in a spider’s web, I can’t cover up or hide it. I feel my cheeks heat as it swells obscenely until it threatens to spill out of the material.
His lips curl into a smirk as he steps into my space. Instinctively, I try to pull back, but that cold lattice of metal holds me in place. Jack grabs my hair and pulls it back hard to jerk my head up, making me gasp. I jolt in surprise when that plug in my ass comes to life and sends vibrations pulsing through me.
Jack pulls down the jockstrap and has me step out of it. I get the implication but it doesn’t really sink in until he also lays a towel on the floor in between my spread legs: He really wants me to come like this —here, in front of a crowd of horny strangers, with his paddle reddening my plugged ass. He unclips me and quickly spins me around, pressing my belly against the chains as he refastens the cuffs a bit above my head.
“Spread your legs, slut,” Jack snaps. “I want to be able to reach your sack or your dick if I want to paddle them.” I whimper, but I scoot myself a little further away from the chain, extending my arms and spreading my legs like he ordered. When I bend at the waist and stick my ass out, I’m rewarded with a low, hungry noise from Jack. I feel a hand between my legs. He gives me a rough squeeze before tapping at the base of the plug. I squirm at the sensation, which makes him laugh.
He withdraws his hand and comes very close to me. “Look at me,” he says in a commanding voice. “You want me to hurt you?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.” Jack scowls. “I mean, yes. Yes, please.”
He palms my cheek, tapping it lightly before slapping my face hard enough that I cry out. He grins wickedly at the sound.
“You going to cry for me?”
“Please.” The force of that slap is already raising my heartbeat —and sending blood surging into my cock.
Jack appraises me with narrowed eyes. “I can’t decide,” he says, stroking his beard. “I love the sounds you make when you’re in pain.” My dick jerks up at his words. “But —” he breaks off and sighs, looking down at what I realize is that jockstrap crumpled in his hand. “Ah, fuck it.”
He grabs roughly onto my chin. I part my lips so he can shove it into my mouth. When I moan around the material, Jack lets out a low rumble of laughter. “Filthy freak,” he murmurs in a tone that’s almost affectionate — until he punctuates it with a hard slap on my ass. I whimper, realizing that if he’s starting at this intensity, I’m in for a very long night.
He spends a little while just using his hand, spanking me until my ass and thighs are warm and tingling, before he switches to the paddle. The first couple of blows aren’t so bad, but a bolt of fear shoots through me when he kicks the insides of my ankles to spread my legs further. When the next hiss of leather swinging through the air comes, it’s lower. I scream into the gag as the hard leather lands on my balls, my thighs clenching involuntarily.
Jack’s hand closes around the back of my neck. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He spits the words at me. “You close your legs on me again and I’ll restrain you with them spread apart.” He leans over and breathes the threat into my ear. “And if you embarrass me by making me do that, you can guess where on your body I’m using that long whip.”
I have no idea if he’d actually follow through on that threat, but I’m too afraid to find out. I try mumbling an apology around the gag and he grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back.
“Shut up,” he snarls.
Without warning, he lands another blow on my tender sack. The searing pain makes me writhe, and I struggle to override my body’s impulse to slam my legs closed. But as I’m wailing into the gag, I’m rocked with another sensation: That plug starts vibrating with deep, intense pulses. In spite of the pain radiating through me, the next time I moan, it’s in pleasure.
I don’t have any idea how long Jack keeps me like that, bound to that wall of chain as I squirm and sweat and sob for him. My ass feels so raw that, even when he switches back to his hand, I howl into my gag with every strike.
When Jack finally uncuffs me, I start to slump. He quickly encircles me with an arm. Pressed against his body, I’m surprised to feel that his skin is damp with sweat, too.
Jack reaches down between my legs. Despite the tears on my cheeks, my cock is swollen, leaking and aching with need. He huffs out a laugh as he pulls the sodden jockstrap out of my mouth. “You want to come, Bunny? You’ve earned it.” I weakly nod. “How do you want it?”
As I run my tongue over my parched lips, the best worst thought blazes its way into my brain —and I immediately need it more than anything. “Remember —” My voice is faint and scratchy from screaming. “Remember the night in the woods when you put that prong collar on me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“When we got home and I was on my knees. You had me so close when you touched me with your foot…” Jack drops his chin down into a nod. I take a deep breath.
“I want it like that. Make me come like that, and make me lick it off your boots like I did that other time.”
Jack’s inhale is a hiss. I worry that he’s horrified until he threads his hand through my damp hair and presses his mouth to my ear with a low groan. “Yeah? That’s what my slut wants? You want everyone watching while I order you to lick my boots clean after you’ve made them filthy?”
“Oh God, yes.” My answer is a moan. “Please, Jack.”
“ Fuck , that’s hot,” he murmurs, tucking a hand into his pocket. My breath hitches when the plug in my ass starts vibrating more strongly. He restrains my wrists together behind my back, then reaches for my cock, swiping his thumb over the slick head before shoving it into my mouth.
The lust in his dark eyes heats me up from the inside, where a molten core in my groin is already pulsing. Jack pulls his thumb free and grabs my hair to wipe it dry, then points to the floor between his feet without a word. I drop to my knees, my impending orgasm rising closer to the surface with every demeaning thing he does.
“Look around,” he says, voice low and eyes glittering with sadistic desire. My eyes dart around the big, dim space. The idea of being watched — my pain and embarrassment on display, entertainment for a roomful of hard, horny strangers —barely registered while Jack was working me over. But we’ve definitely drawn a good-sized audience. Some are just watching, others are fucking or getting fucked while they watch.
And all of them are going to see the dirty, degrading things Jack does to me behind closed doors or in the moonlit woods —now out in the open, just how I want it. My cock is dripping at the thought.
“Whine for me like the deviant animal you are,” Jack orders hoarsely. With my face at roughly the same level as his crotch, it’s easy to see how much this is turning him on. I take a shuddering breath, meeting his eyes as I let out long, keening whimpers.
“You depraved little slut,” Jack says, raising his voice for the benefit of the very interested crowd that’s now fallen mostly silent. “You really want me to make you come just from rubbing your cock with my foot?”
I give Jack a jerk of a nod. His figure blurs, tears of humiliation and desperation filling my eyes as I feel the smooth leather toe of his boot glide up my shaft. The strangeness and wrongness of the sensation makes me tremble.
“Is this what you need, you fucking freak? You don’t even want to be blown or jerked off. You just want your greedy ass plugged and this filthy boot touching your pathetically leaking dick until you blow, don’t you?”
I gulp for breath, crying openly now. “Please, please make me come like that.”
Jack’s laugh is a dark rumble. “What a twisted pervert you are. If you don’t come in the next ten seconds, I’m either going to leave you here like this for anybody else who wants to abuse you, or I’m going to grab a seat and make you lick the sole of this boot while my other one is grinding into your balls.” I feel the stroke of leather up my shaft again an instant before I come apart.
With a shudder, my hips buck and the inevitable tidal wave of shame and pleasure crashes over me. I feel my dick pulsing as my ass clenches around that vibrating plug. The intensity of my explosion nearly takes my breath away.
It seems to go on forever. Unlike the last time I was in this position, though, I can’t drop to all fours. With my wrists cuffed together behind me, I have to ride this out. Shaking, I struggle to keep my balance on my knees as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had rips through my body. I finally drop onto my heels, my head hanging limply as I pant for breath.
“Look at the fucking mess your dick left on my boots.” Jack’s deep voice is loud enough to carry through the hot, charged space. “Clean this up, you dirty animal,” he snarls.
Without the use of my hands, I shuffle a little awkwardly on my knees until I’m at Jack’s feet. My breathing is still ragged as I lower my head. The raw, animalistic funk of mingled leather and come fills my nostrils.
My tongue hits the smooth toe of his boot and I fight the urge to gag. Holy. Shit . It’s horrible and sickening. It’s also every bit as hot as I hoped it would be — and then some. I surrender to my degradation with a moan as I lap up my release with long, sweeping licks.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I hear Jack growl above me. There are other voices, too, fragments of speech floating into my consciousness I can hear just clearly enough to know Jack and I aren’t the only ones getting off on my debasement.
I make my way over to the second befouled boot, trying not to choke as I force myself to swallow the jizz I’ve lapped up. With my face nearly on the ground, I start when I feel something against my cheek. I let out a groan when I realize it’s the sole of Jack’s other boot. He doesn’t press down hard, but he doesn’t have to; along with everything else, the gritty sensation of dirt on my skin is a visceral reinforcement of my submission.
When I finally sit back on my heels again and look up at Jack, I feel like I could burst into flames just from the heat in his gaze. His cock is a huge bulge straining against the front of his pants. He runs a hand through my hair. I brace for a tug, but instead, he just tousles it.
“Good boy,” he rumbles, his voice husky. The moment is so intense that I just gape at him for a moment before my tears start to flow.