19. Bite
Bite
“W hat was your adolescence like?” I asked as I wrote in my notebook.
Sunlight beamed through the large windows, and I shifted my position so it wasn’t glaring against the paper.
Jack smiled. “As any others, I suppose. I had my rebellious years, of course, but nothing out of this world. I was actually a pretty good kid, good grades.”
“Friends?”
“A few, but by then, I was already a bit of a loner. I believe the word introverted was used by one of my teachers.”
I scribbled that down. “We’re you...hurting anyone at that point?”
“No.” The word was simple, yet I could hear so many unsaid things behind it. He didn’t want to tell me when he started killing. I could sense it.
“Have you ever hurt animals?”
“Also, no. Animals are always innocent. I never saw the point in harming any.” He crossed his arms over his chest, averting his gaze. His jaw clenched, the muscle at his throat throbbing slightly.
A realization dawned on me, and I straightened. “Were you ever bullied?”
“I want to put forth a second condition,” he said so suddenly as though completely oblivious to my previous question. When I arched an eyebrow, he continued, “I get one question I can skip until a time I want to answer it.”
“Okay, but I get the same condition when it comes to an ask from you,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him as my butt continued throbbing.
Falling asleep had been difficult for multiple reasons, my aching ass being one.
Him sleeping next to me was certainly another.
Especially since he slept in nothing but boxer briefs.
“Fair,” he said with a curt nod. “What other question do you have for me, then?”
“Are your parents still alive?” I asked, hoping this wasn’t another delicate subject.
“My father died of a heart attack when I was twenty-three, and my mother passed away from cancer when I was thirty-nine.”
I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him close. “I’m sorry.” And I meant it; I knew what it was like to lose loved ones. More than once. That was part of that curse I was convinced I had.
“I think that’s enough for today,” he said as he got to his feet. I’d been interviewing him since we’d woken up, not even giving him a pause during breakfast. With everything I’d gotten, my report would be perfect.
“Mind if I take a quick shower?” I’d been looking forward to trying out all the different sprays.
“Of course. Towels are in the cupboard in the washroom. Help yourself.”
I nearly ran through the door, too excited to try it out.
It was so big and had so many different jets; I could dance in here if I wanted to.
Hell, a single mattress would fit in there.
Part of me didn’t want to lock the door―an invitation for Jack to come in if he wanted to―but I decided to follow the ethical path.
My research methodology professor would die from shock if I told her what I’d done so far.
Even the condition of an exchange wasn’t great.
Well, some people gave away Tim Horton gift cards, and I gave away favors. Or asks , as Jack called them.
The shower was just as blissful as I imagined. I didn’t want to run his electricity bill down the drain, so I still washed up as quickly as possible, enjoying every second.
When I was cleaned, I slipped on a summer dress, liking how it flowed from my waist to above my knees. Like a beautiful purple flower.
I stepped out of the washroom, hair still wet, but the towel had done a good enough job.
“By the way, thanks so much for all your answers before,” I called out, assuming he was by his bed.
He came out of where there was a partition near the kitchen and grinned. “You’ll still have plenty more notes soon enough after we’re done today.”
“Oh?” I approached.
He stood at the end of a large table, hands clasped behind his back as he stared at me mischievously. A small chocolate fountain was in front of him, along with dozens of strawberries carefully placed on a plate.
I approached, arching an eyebrow in silent questioning. Just as I was about to sit on the chair to his side, he grasped my wrist, holding my back.
“Oh, no no.” His hand reached for the back of my dress, and my breath hitched. “My next ask has everything to do with the victim you said you wanted to see.”
I trembled as his fingers clasped the zipper, and he slowly began unzipping my dress. “No need to be so scared. You’re not the victim this time.” He continued until my dress was fully opened at the back. He gave my dress a small tug, and it fell to the floor.
Without warning, he picked me up effortlessly and laid me on the table. My whole body warmed at the thought of what I looked like.
His gaze raked along my body, inch by inch. I trembled as he seemed to look right into my soul. To dance with the one who offered my pleasure beyond anything else. Offered me to just let go of everything.
When he cupped my cheek, a tingling sensation shot across my skin.
Rope came into view as he grabbed it off the side, and he slid it along my wrists, tying them together.
A small gasp escaped my lips as he pushed my arms above my head and tied the other end of the rope to one of the table legs.
His mouth brushed against my skin as he moved back slowly, taking his time with small kisses and occasional nips.
He tied another piece of rope to my ankle, then tied that to another part of the table, leaving my right leg free to move.
He leaned toward me. “I’m going to eat you alive.”
Heat engulfed me at his words, and I instinctively pushed my free leg against the other, squeezing my thighs to stop the intense throbbing between my legs. It didn’t help at all.
He grabbed one of the strawberries from the plate and slid it across my mouth. “Open up and keep it halfway in your mouth. Every single bite mark will be counted after I’m done...” He left the rest unspoken, but I had the feeling the punishment might be delicious.
The fruit was bigger than what I was used to―almost the size of a small apple―but I did my best to hold it in place with my lips and tongue.
He grabbed another one of the berries, and this one, he dipped into the flowing chocolate before holding it over one of my breasts.
My eyes widened just as the warm liquid dripped from the fruit and landed perfectly on my nipple.
The sudden heat caused me to jump, and I whimpered as strawberry juice leaked into my mouth.
He chuckled. “That’s bite number one.” He kneaded my breast, hovering just above it as his gaze burned into me. “How many more can I get you to make, I wonder?” He licked my chocolate-covered nipple.
My pulse throbbed in several places, and I squirmed against the restraints. I needed him to touch me more. Needed to touch him in return.
He suckled gently on my hard tip while his free hand busied itself with my other breast. He fondled and squeezed, and a few more times, he managed to get me to bite down a little more on the fruit.
Tears filled my vision as he brought me to the edge of insanity, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to beg him to stop or continue. It was all so much.
Lowering himself, he trailed more kisses along my abdomen, then to the top of my thigh.
“Spread your leg to the side for me,” he hissed, and I instantly obeyed, my mind almost empty save for his voice and the pleasure flowing through me.
I didn’t need to think; my body trusted him beyond anything else.
For a second, he seemed almost surprised at my obedience as our eyes met.
A hungry smile curled his lips. “You’re being such a good girl,” he said in a low growl.
“Do you think that’ll help you when I check the strawberry in your mouth?
” He kissed my inner thigh, his beard tickling my skin, then muttered, “Because it won’t.
I’m going to take what’s mine. And you’ll take your punishment, won’t you? ”
When I didn’t answer, he parted my labia and gently flicked his tongue along my center. I bit down harder at the same time as I moaned. At this point, the fruit was barely hanging on.
He delved his tongue inside my opening, and I arched my back, the restraints tugging against my wrists and ankles.
My breathing came faster, and soon, dark spots filled my vision as he fucked me with his mouth.
He captured my clit between his lips, and I bucked, moving my head side to side, crying out as the strawberry fell from my mouth and rolled to the floor.
“Ah, Jack... Please... I’m...”
He sucked harder, swirling his tongue around my sensitive nub over and over until a profound shudder released, and I came.
He lapped at my wetness, and I blinked a few times, my mind fuzzy with the post-orgasm high.
His finger slid inside my wet opening, and I shook at the sudden penetration.
“You’re so very wet.” He slid a second finger and curled them so they hit a spot that had my toes curling.
“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you.” He glanced at the strawberry on the floor, then gave me a dark look.
I swallowed hard.