Chapter 69

Taking me over to the bed, Jack once again slipped me between the sheets and took control. I melted into his arms, yielding and feeling the tension leave me as he ran his hands where he wished.

Lying before him, with the desire clear on his face and in his hard cock, I felt as if I was a goddess. Someone to be adored and worshiped and wanted completely. He drank me in and touched or kissed every inch of me, not rushing a single stroke or caress.

Slowly, I heated back up, wanting him to take me again and give us both the pleasure we needed. I needed him to know I was his, needed for him to feel how much I wanted to be in his life, but no sooner had his body come down over mine than my old fears popped back into my head again.

I tensed, and he pulled back, his gaze searching me for an explanation. As he released a wrist, I reached up and stroked his cheek.

"I love you," I said, the words tumbling out almost apologetically.

He blinked, his eyes going wide.

Instantly, I wished I could take back the words, not sure I should have even said them, but they were out now, and I couldn't erase the moment. My heart raced as the silence dragged out until he settled back down, his arms supporting his body as he leaned over me, my skin against his.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and held it still as he kissed me. Panic filled me. He wasn't saying it back, but his lips pressed against mine were full of passion and care.

I was also his, pinned beneath him, with the door locked. And it didn't feel scary because of that. He was exactly as he promised, caring and considerate. But so had Greg been at the beginning.

Jack brought my focus back to him as he pulled back an inch and rested our foreheads together.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice catching as he spoke.

It was my turn to be surprised into speechlessness, but he smiled slightly a moment later as if he couldn't quite believe he was saying it as well. I lifted my head off the pillows just enough to kiss him again, and it brought his attention back to my naked body and everything it offered him.

Within seconds, he was trailing kisses down my neck, getting me hot and ready once more. I moaned as he focused on my breasts, nipping with his teeth just enough for me to follow it with a hiss.

He slipped one hand between my thighs, finding me wet and ready for him, and wasted no time claiming my depths with his hard manhood. Gasping at the suddenness, I gave way before him.

Needing him deep inside me, I lifted my knees and gave him a better angle. Jack didn't hesitate to take advantage of it, pushing deeper inside me, rocking as he pulled back and thrust deeper.

I moaned as he picked up the pace, his desire for me driving us both faster and faster. He roared his orgasm a few seconds before I also tipped into oblivion, my body tensing as he filled me with his cum and gave me the last bit of momentum I needed.

Slowly, we came back down again together, his arms wrapping around me as I panted. I leaned into him, feeling safe and warm and complete. I wasn't sure my time with Jack could get any better.

It wasn't long before he pulled me over onto my side, cuddling me up against him. I inhaled his scent, feeling sleepy and finally ready to drift into the land of dreams. Not only had we survived another day together, but we'd grown closer and, once again, Jack had shown me that I could trust him so far.

For now, that was enough.

Once again, I woke up to find Jack still asleep beside me, his face angelic in the morning sunlight. It was a little earlier, the sun only beginning to peek above the palm trees and the birds still singing their dawn chorus.

For a moment, I basked in the beauty of it, but my eyes kept going to Jack until I gave up focusing on anything but him. I thought back to the night before, the words we'd exchanged, and the fears I'd tried to face.

I wanted to believe him, and I felt as if he needed to know how much he was bringing me to life again. It might not have been long after I'd split with Greg, but my ex had slowly killed the passion and desire in me with cold, cruel accusations.

From the moment Jack had come into my life, he'd woken me back up again and made me feel. I'd worried I'd never love again. Never trust someone with me, but here he was, giving me the chance.

And he was being patient.

Gratitude made my heart swell, and passion filled me. I wanted him to know I was his.

While I was thinking about making sure he knew how I felt, I watched him begin to stir, turning my way a little. Almost immediately, a thought popped into my head. A way I could wake him so he knew I was willing to give myself to him even more today than the day before.

Slowly, I slipped farther down the bed, his cock already partially erect in his sleep. I ran my hands down it before taking it into my mouth. He stirred some more, his eyes flicking open as I ran my tongue around his tip.

"Oh, kitten, good morning," he said.

I replied without words, taking him deeper and assuming I had his approval to continue. He tasted salty already and moaned as I started to move back and forth.

Now very hard, I worked his shaft with my hand and lavished the rest of my attention on his head. He quickly reached his peak, jetting hot, salty cum into my mouth.

Swallowing every last drop, I licked around his head to make sure I hadn't missed any while he moaned and returned to earth.

As soon as I finished, I slid back up the bed and into his arms.

"Now, that's a way to wake up," he said as he cupped my chin and gazed into my eyes. "But now it's my turn."

My eyes went wide as he pushed me onto my back.

"Lie still while I have you for breakfast," he commanded, pushing my legs apart as he slid down the bed.

With no more warning, he brought his mouth down on my pussy, his tongue already reaching to assault my clit. I mewled at the sudden sensation, almost immediately overwhelmed, and reached down to try and slow him.

He chuckled and pushed my hands away.

"Relax. Trust me," he added before going back to work.

I felt him dart his tongue out with quick, intense probes on my most sensitive area, my whole body quivering with the sensations. Unable to think, I tried to focus on doing as he asked, relaxing and letting him have his way with me. I was soon moaning as he brought me close to my peak.

Before I could orgasm, he stopped and pulled away a moment. Confused, I whimpered.

"Are you mine?" he asked, his hands resting on my thighs, almost pinning me in place, vulnerable and at his mercy.

I saw no point in denying the truth. I was entirely his to do with as he pleased.

"Completely," I replied as soon as I could speak.

"Then you don't come until I tell you to," he commanded, his face so serious I was pretty sure I'd regret disobeying him.

I nodded, unable to reply, my mind trying to imagine how hard it was going to be to fight against an orgasm. But I'd try. Because that was what he wanted.

Continuing to wait, Jack let me come back down a little before he brought his mouth to me again. This time he also slid two fingers inside me, running them in and out as his mouth worked on my clit.

It didn't take long for him to turn me into a hot, sweaty mess, mewling every time he stopped and made me wait. Several times, he brought me close to the edge of an orgasm and stopped before I could tip over. Each time, I found it harder to keep still.

It was torture, exquisite torture.

"Come for me, kitten," he finally said before clamping his mouth down on my clit and pushing his fingers hard and fast in and out of my pussy. I was so wound up with pleasure that I couldn't have stopped the orgasm breaking over me if I'd wanted to.

Jack slid up the bed to hold me close to him as I came back down a little. Immediately, I felt his erection press against me. We weren't done.

My master was awake, and he was going to claim me even further.