Chapter 5 Jane #2
My stomach quivers in delicious anticipation despite a tiny voice in my head telling me to put a stop to this madness.
I open my mouth to voice a weak protest, but he drives his fingers beneath the loose bun at the back of my head and kneads my scalp.
Tingles race down my spine as my eyelids drift closed on a groan.
Suddenly his hand closes, grabbing on to a hank of my hair, and pulls.
I draw in a swift breath as my neck and back arch, sticking my butt higher into the air.
I barely have enough time to process the jolt of apprehension that spears through me. I hear the crack a split second before stinging heat registers on my right ass cheek, and I cry out in utter shock.
Oh my God, he spanked me.
This is where Public Jane becomes outraged and asks him who the hell he thinks he is, smacking my ass like he owns it.
Except she’s being bound and gagged and tossed in a closet by Secret Jane, whose system is flooded with endorphins and whose panties are now soaked from the rough handling. And the traitorous bitch wants more.
“You liked that,” he says as he starts to dry-hump me doggy style to the beat of the song.
If it weren’t for our clothes, his dick would be sliding in and out of me with the strength of his gyrations.
As it is, his hard length is rubbing along my crease, creating fresh waves of wet heat from the friction and pressure.
It’s so distracting I almost forget to deny his claim.
“N-no, I didn’t.” Yes, I did.
Chance yanks back on my head until my body is flush with his, and he speaks directly against my ear. “You can’t lie to me, Jane. I know your secret.”
Panic seizes my chest. “What secret?”
He licks the outer shell of my ear. His breath fans the side of my face, and I break out in goose bumps. Then he whispers, “I saw the porn videos on your laptop.”
I gasp, indignation bubbling to the surface at the invasion of my privacy.
I try to turn around to distance myself from him and maybe even give him a slap for good measure, but he holds me to him with one arm banded over my ribs, and claps his free hand over my mouth.
“Shhhhhh,” he says, soothing my ruffled feathers with his voice and the brush of his fingers over a cotton-clad nipple.
“Turn your brain off, sweetness. Listen to what your body is telling you it wants.”
He moves his hands lower as he rolls our bodies side to side with the music like a scene out of Dirty Dancing.
My head falls back on his shoulder. I inhale slowly and take in his scent, a combination of soap and hot pavement that reminds me of summertime in the city.
I feel fingers graze over my sex, making it throb in time with my quickening pulse.
Little by little, the tension leaves my body, and I give in to the snake charmer once more.
“That’s it, baby, feel the music,” he says, encouragingly.
“I wanna fuck you, Jane.” A hand comes up to encircle my throat possessively as his other one cups my pussy and squeezes.
A whimper escapes my lips, and I’m wracked with a shudder of pure need that takes me by surprise.
“I wanna fuck you rough and hard like I know you want. Just like in your videos. I can do that for you, Jane. Would you like that?”
I imagine him doing the nasty things I’ve fantasized about but could never voice aloud.
Things that even now I’m ashamed to admit in my own mind.
A tremor of lust rolls through me, and I mewl into his palm as my hips instinctively push back against his hard cock.
Chance growls and grinds against my ass, matching my enthusiasm.
“Fuck, yeah, Jane, just like that.”
The hand over my mouth adjusts to grip my jaw as the other one drops down to cup my mound.
His fingers cleave my pussy lips through my yoga pants.
I’m so sensitive, like the years of inferior, mechanically-induced orgasms have screwed with my sensors, and now, experiencing a man’s touch—and by man, I mean “sex god who’s promising to make my wildest fantasies come true”—has me ready to explode within seconds.
With the friction between my slick folds, the glancing pass over my clit makes me involuntarily jerk, but he holds me firmly in place.
“I want to use your body for my pleasure,” he continues, “and watch you get pleasure from being used. Because you would, wouldn’t you, Jane? You’d get off on being my fucking slut for the night.”
Holy shit, my knees actually buckle when he says the word slut. I’ve always known how depraved I am in theory, but there’s always been a part of me that wonders if I’ll be turned on when actually faced with the same things I troll for on the porn sites. Guess that answers that question.
“Forget about what you think is right, and focus on what feels right. Embrace your darkest desires. There’s no shame in what you want.”
Shameless… What would it be like to let go like that? To not worry about what others might think and just…be.
Chance nips at my earlobe, the quick pinch dragging me from my thoughts. “Tell me what you want, Jane. Do you want to be my little slut for the night? Do you want me to fuck you like the bad girl I know you are?”
My mind reels, trying to keep up with the visceral reactions his words are having on me, but it’s a lost cause.
Every time he speaks, he sets fire to all the reasons my brain erects as to why this isn’t a good idea, until all that’s left is wanton desire—desire for all the things his words and his body are promising.
So, I let go of every inhibition I’ve ever had, embrace the drunken lust…and I nod.