Chapter 3
ADAIR
Jack abruptly stands up and gets off the bed. “Don’t you dare let it fall out of you,” he orders, quickly undoing his pants and pulling his cock out.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he starts working his dick fast.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” he retorts. “I’m jerking off. And right before I come, I’m going to pull this toy out of you so I can shoot my load straight into your empty, stretched-out hole.”
Looking at Jack’s cock, I can’t hold back a whine. I can tell that he’s already close, his engorged cockhead dark-red and slick with precum. And fuck if I don’t want to be gagging on it right now. “Please, lemme taste it.”
Jack smirks and shakes his head. “Please?” I ask again.
When he still looks unmoved, I up the ante. Straining forward as far as the restraints on my wrists will let me, I lift my head and beg like an animal, whining wordlessly with my tongue out.
A pulse of arousal surges through my neglected dick. Fuck, debasing myself like this shouldn’t turn me on so much. A flare of heat burns in Jack’s eyes. My hips rock up as my body clenches around the ridges of that enormous toy.
Jack groans and starts working his cock even faster. “Fucking pathetic — so goddamn needy for more even when your ass is bruised and your hole is wrecked.”
His words hit me with a shock. I’d completely forgotten about the punishment he’d subjected my ass to earlier. The realization is hot and humiliating at the same time. I whimper, pleading for him to come in my mouth with more desperate, keening noises.
“Jesus fuck — such a degenerate, filthy cumslut —” The hand that’s not on Jack’s dick drops between my legs. I yelp when he yanks that silicone torpedo out of me. Tears well in my eyes as all those ridges batter my swollen hole, leaving behind a sudden, sharp emptiness.
“Yeah, that’s it — cry for me like the dirty goddamn whore you are,” he grunts. When he thrusts forward, I feel his release start to land on my puffy, sensitive rim. “Gonna breed you so deep — shoot right into this sloppy gape,” he pants as he strokes himself through his orgasm.
He’s still breathing hard, that cruel hunger glittering in his eyes, when he drops his cock a few moments later. He looks at me with my tongue still hanging out for him and snickers. Leaning over me, he spits forcefully into my mouth before asking, “You still want to taste my load?”
I nod vigorously. Jack settles himself back between my legs with a chuckle.
“If you can push it out of your wrecked guts, I’ll feed it to you.
” Seconds later, I gasp at the sensation of his fingers on my rim.
“Here — start with this.” He roughly wipes up the jizz that landed there before sticking his fingers into my mouth.
I suck them clean as a wicked smile spreads over his face.
“Good boy,” he says quietly. My lower belly flutters. “Now give me the rest of it.”
Tears leak from my eyes as I squeeze them shut, straining to push it out of me like he ordered. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” Jack murmurs as his fingers trace my battered entrance again. He brings them back to my mouth, feeding me more of his thick, salty load.
“C’mon, push out a little more for me.”
I thought for sure I must have pushed out everything he jerked into me by now. But I bear down anyway — only to feel something wildly, frighteningly different. The sensation tears a ragged yelp from my throat.
Jack snickers. “You like that, Bunny?”
“Fuck! What happened? Did I break myself?”
Jack glances up from between my legs to take in my horrified expression. Astonishment flashes across his face a split-second before he chokes on a laugh. “Fuck’s sake, Bunny! Of course you’re not broken… Just a little rosebud.”
I feel my eyes bug out. “What?”
Jack’s gaze is feral as he drops it down to my hole. “Push it out for me again,” he demands.
“What! Why?”
His eyes narrow. “I want you to turn your filthy hole inside-out because I think it would be hot to slap you right in the guts.” When I pull in an audible, strangled gasp, Jack’s laugh cuts through the pounding of my blood in my ears. “I’m just dying to see the look on your face when I do.”
When I whimper, Jack glances at the pool of precum my traitorous dick has dripped all over my belly. He huffs out a sound of amusement. With a shake of his head, he sweeps three fingers through it.
“You freak,” he says, but there’s affection in his voice. “What a depraved masochist — my depraved masochist. Open,” he commands, an instant before shoving those fingers in my mouth deep enough to make my eyes water.
When I blink them clear of tears and meet Jack’s eyes, they’ve got that wolfish gleam in them I know so well. “Now turn this slutty pink hole inside-out for me.”
The look in his eyes dares me to disobey.
With a shudder, I bear down and push like he told me to before.
My heart takes off at a gallop when I feel that strange, obscene inversion again.
Being violated this completely and this intimately makes me whimper around his fingers — and sends a molten surge of arousal between my legs.
For one horrifying split-second, I think I might come from… this.
I feel myself shaking as I struggle to hold back an inexplicable, humiliating orgasm.
Watching me, Jack lets out a low, hungry growl.
In my peripheral vision, I see his hand swing down.
The slap makes a sickening squelching noise when it lands, but it mostly just feels weird.
When a second blow lands just above it on my exposed sack, though, white-hot pain blazes through me.
My throat vibrates with the force of my scream, trapped by Jack’s rough fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Jack breathes with something like awe in his voice. “I’m going to do that again,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. “Keep it out for me.”
Tears blur my vision and stream down my face as I gasp for breath. He looks at me like he expects a response, so I nod. “Tell me you want it,” he commands.
“Please, Jack —” My voice is a shaky rasp. It’s easier to beg for pain with the haze of endorphins that are flooding through me, but still… I don’t know if I can ask for this.
Jack hums as he wraps his big hand, fingers still wet with my spit, around my rock-hard cock. “My good little pain slut,” he says, warmth in his voice. “C’mon.”
I shouldn't like Jack trying to sweet-talk me into things as much as I do. But even a bossy asshole knows that sometimes he’ll get further by cajoling and wheedling than by brute force. And even though I know it sounds pathetic, I have to admit I’m a sucker for it.
“Please, Jack —” I gasp. “Please slap my inside-out hole and my balls.” As much as I want to see the blow coming, I tear my gaze away from his hand. I need to look at the heat blazing in his dark brown eyes and the sadistic smirk twisting his lips.
Since I’m not gagged with Jack’s fingers this time, there’s nothing to muffle the howl I let out when his hand comes down hard on my raw, exposed insides and then my already-throbbing sack.
I writhe in my restraints — as if there was any escape from this sensation like everything between my legs is on fire.
I unconsciously slammed my eyes shut when the pain hit, so I only realize Jack’s face is between my legs when I feel the tickle of his beard and a warm, wet heat that slides over my puffy, twitching rosebud.
I feel his fingers catch the base of it, keeping it outside my body as he licks the protruding flesh.
He laps and sucks it gently until my cries of pain catch in my throat and turn into moans.
I keep my eyes shut as he takes his mouth off me for a moment, and I hear him spit.
When he encloses that obscene part of me with his mouth again, he grips my cock with a slick palm at the same time.
He only has to glide his hand up and down my shaft a few times before I explode.
If I wasn’t bound to this bed, I would be afraid of falling off.
My head spins with the force of my orgasm, the release as forceful and intense as the now-forgotten pain had been only seconds before.
I barely notice when Jack, after stroking every drop out of me, lets go of my cock and withdraws his mouth, his touch as gentle now as it was vicious before.
I’m still panting for breath when he straddles me. His legs pressed against either side of my torso ground me as he reaches above my head and releases my wrists. He chuckles a little as he looks down at me with a gleam in his eye.
“Took your mind off of being nervous, didn’t it?”
I huff out a breathless laugh. “I guess so.” My heart gradually returns to normal as I study him above me.
“You are going to come with me, though, right?” Jack was frustratingly vague when I asked if he wanted to come.
Even after I admitted to myself I actually want him there and asked if he’d be willing to come, he’s still been noncommittal.
Jack looks like he wasn’t expecting the question right now. He tries to mask his surprise with a sardonic smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You sure you want me there?”
I nod. “Yeah, I want you there.” I rest my palms on Jack’s thick thighs before giving them a tentative squeeze. “Please?”
I can’t read either his face or the sound he makes low in his throat. “Never had any idea this drawing career of yours was going to be so… personal,” he says. When I give him a quizzical frown, he elaborates.
“I mean, you’re an artist. You work from here.” He waves a hand around the room. “I didn’t know you were going to have to go to so many of these… things.”
My mouth drops open a little. “How can you say that?” I wiggle myself upright and Jack releases me from the cage of his legs, sitting back on his heels. “This is literally the first one of these I’ve ever done!”
“Not true! You go to those events at the convention center all the time.”
I don’t try to hide the frustration in my sigh. “But that doesn’t count! Going there as a reader versus being an attending author or artist are really, really different things. Which you’d know if you ever actually came with me to any of them.”
“Why would you want me there?”
“Maybe I just want some moral support!” I burst out in frustration. “This is different. I’m not just going as a fan. People are coming to see Olivia — and maybe me, but probably mostly her — and I don’t know what it’s going to feel like.”
“Fuck,” Jack mutters as he looks down. “I’ll think about it.”
We’re in bed with the lights out when I try again. Maybe it’ll be easier if I’m not looking at him. “It would mean a lot to me if you came to this thing,” I whisper into the darkness.
Jack’s sigh sounds especially loud in the late-night quiet. “Dammit, Bunny,” he mutters. “You know I support you.”
“Yeah, I know. But this is — ”
“Right, I get it,” he interrupts me. “I’ll come with you.”
“Really?” I can’t believe my ears. I was hoping he’d eventually cave, but I thought I’d really have to wear him down first.
Jack pulls me onto my side and throws an arm over me. “I’d rather chew glass,” he says bluntly, pulling me against his hairy chest. “But this seems like a thing a husband ought to do. I get to call you mine, so I’ll suck it up.”
I exhale a little laugh. “I hope the trade-off is worth it.”
“Mm-hmm.” His beard tickles the side of my face and I hear a possessive growl in my ear before he squeezes me a little tighter and murmurs, “Mine.”
“All yours,” I tell him. “Forever.”
Jack lets out another low rumble, but this one sounds closer to a purr than a growl. “I like the sound of that. Mine to use, mine to hurt. Mine to break and put back together.” His cock, pressed against my ass, stiffens as he says again, “All mine.”