18. Fury
Fury
I walked inside the main area, stretching my arms above my head as I let out a yawn. “I don’t know how you do these late nights.”
“I slept this afternoon.” Jack eyed me wearily. “Didn’t you ?”
“Couldn’t. Too excited.” I quickly added, “To take notes while I observed.”
He chuckled, but didn’t comment as he pulled off his t-shirt. This time, I got a better look at his bare chest, and I did my best not to stare too much. But it was hard. And so were his muscles.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, making his way to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. “I have leftover beef stew I made from yesterday.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal; I usually bought frozen dinners. “I’d love some, thanks.” I beamed at him, bouncing on my tiptoes. “I’ll just go get cleaned up real quick.”
He nodded, and I grabbed my duffle bag on the way to the washroom.
Getting unready for the night was usually a quick affair, but for some reason, I wanted to look nice.
I put on my pajamas―black shorts and a pink tank top―and put my hair up into a ponytail.
Removing my makeup was fast, but I kept checking my face in the mirror.
Was it presentable? I’d never not worn basic makeup around him before.
I laughed at the self-esteem issues I was fighting against; I was going to sleep here, and it certainly wouldn’t be while having foundation or concealer.
Still, my eyes had dark circles at the bottom as though I hadn’t slept in a while―which I hadn’t―and my face had some wrinkles I’d never noticed before.
After splashing some water on my face, I stared back at myself. “Get a grip,” I muttered.
The floor was nice and cool beneath my feet as I stepped out of the washroom. Jack busied himself, stirring something inside a cooking pot. He’d changed into gray sweatpants with a white t-shirt, giving him an almost innocent look. I nearly burst into giggles at the thought.
He did a double take on me, his eyes lingering from my bare legs to my braless top.
Food seemed to leave his mind as his grip on the spoon tightened, his knuckles turning white.
I approached the island counter, and took a seat at one of the many stools, leaning forward.
Knowing my breasts were pushed together at this angle didn’t bother me, and it certainly didn’t seem to upset him either.
“Is it too hot in here?” he asked in a gruff voice as he rinsed off the spoon he’d been using.
“It’s just right.” I stared around the place, letting my legs swing back and forth from the height of my seat. “Why?” I asked in an exaggerated innocent tone.
He snorted, but grabbed the cooking pot, and put it on a trivet on the counter.
He grabbed some bowls, and served us some of the stew.
The steam rose, and the smell was heavenly.
My mouth watered, and I plunged my spoon in without waiting a single second.
I ate, closing my eyes as I let out a moan. The meat was so tender and tasty.
“This is so good,” I said, smiling ear to ear.
He simply watched me for a few seconds before eating his own food. We ate in silence for the rest of the time, the occasional clinking of dishes resonating in the vast room.
“You asked me a lot of questions tonight,” he said playfully. “Does that mean I get an ask?”
I put down my spoon as my hand shook a bit; the last ask he’d had was when he’d fucked me. Was that what he’d ask again? How would I keep things professional if he kept doing things like this?
“It’s a condition of our agreement, so I guess so.” I made it sound so clinical.
He opened a drawer and took out handcuffs, a smile curling his lips as my eyes widened. “I’m feeling some... violent urges.”
I swallowed hard; what did he want to do? Was he going to cuff me to something and beat me? Questions flew through my mind faster than I could keep up.
“Jill,” he whispered my name, pulling me from my endless cycle.
I looked into his eyes. “What... What’s your ask?”
“I want to lay you over my knees and spank you until my arm gets tired,” he said in a calm tone; yet there was nothing calm about his gaze. If anything, it almost looked like his irises were darker than usual. As though he was already doing exactly what he wanted to me in his mind.
Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it wasn’t the kind of ethical relationship I was trying to reestablish. Had it ever been?
“Why?” I couldn’t help ask. “Why do you keep initiating intimacy with me, of all people?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You of all people?” He cupped my face, tracing his thumb along my cheekbone. “What do you mean?”
“You said you pay for sex when you want it, but if you wanted to... I don’t know, spank someone for free, why not one of the women who flirted with you tonight?
Most of them were tens like you. I’m...” I pulled away from him and stared down at myself for a second.
“I’m just me.” I didn’t know why my sexuality was suddenly an issue, but he was on a level I could never reach.
Without warning, he threw me over his shoulder, and I screamed. I kicked and pounded against his back, shouting at him to put my down. What if I weighed too much? He’d pull a muscle and not be able to go into work.
“Now I’m angry...” he said through gritted teeth. “If you thought I’d be violent before, you’re about to regret those words.”
I protested as he put me down, spinning me around in one quick motion.
My hands were cuffed before I knew what was happening.
He sat on the edge of his bed and pushed me onto his knee.
The other leg went over my legs, pinning me completely still.
I’d never been restrained before and although my shorts were getting wet with arousal, I was scared. He sounded furious.
He tugged down on my shorts until my ass was bare, and I squirmed. “Wait. Why are you pissed off? What did I do wrong?” I asked in a higher pitched voice than usual.
His hand came down against my cheeks and I yelped at the shock. Again and again. I writhed, trying to get free but he only slapped me harder. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried out, my skin burning.
Before I knew it, he pushed his fingers inside my opening, and I panted heavily. I was soaking wet, and as he thrust in and out, my breath grew labored. An incredible climax clenched against his fingers, a harsh moan escaping my mouth as I came.
He unlocked the cuffs, gently massaging my arms as circulation returned.
I sobbed in fits, unable to breathe properly.
It wasn’t the aching in my ass, but the tenderness he was suddenly showing me.
He straightened me, then sat me on his knees, making sure my cheeks hung out as much as possible so he could keep kneading them.
“Deep breaths, darling girl. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear. “But if I ever hear you putting yourself down about your amazing body again, I won’t be as kind.”
I laughed through my tears. “ That was kind?”
“My arm isn’t even a little bit tired,” he said in a dark tone.
I knew then and there he could’ve gone on for much longer. Just the thought made my ass ache even more. “Understood,” I said in a shuddering breath as he held me closer.
“When you’re ready, feel free to go write your notes before you get to bed.”
“Am I sleeping on the sofa?” I asked quietly.
He chuckled. “I think you already know the answer to that.”