Chapter 71

Juno

Fear made me tense as I confirmed Jack had tied my hands off so tightly I couldn't free them as I'd hoped. At the same time, he was trying to give me an orgasm, his fingers playing with my clit with expert precision, my pussy full of the cum he'd just given it.

I wasn't sure what to do. No part of me had agreed to it, but so far, he'd done nothing but enjoy fucking me. Now, he was making sure I was having a good time as well. My emotions swirled in my body, moving me from scared to grateful and then from irritated to so turned on I just didn't want him to stop.

Blindfolded and tied, I was as helpless as I'd ever been in my life, and it was both a huge turn-on and scary. But I felt violated, too. I hadn't told him I was okay with being this restrained.

Despite the mental confusion, I felt Jack continue to work with his hands until an orgasm exploded through me, making me shudder and moan and momentarily silencing my chaos-filled mind.

"Good girl," he said, whispering it in my ear as he continued to lean over me from behind. "You're an angel. My hot little angel."

His words came out like honey, dripping through my thoughts and coating me with the warmth of his appreciation. There was something about having him pleased with me that made me want to lie still and let him continue as he pleased, but I only had to move slightly to be reminded that he had tied my wrists above my head, and I was helpless and vulnerable.

Thoughts ran through my mind, reminding me that he could do absolutely anything he wanted right now, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he whispered, "but we're not done. I'm not done. I'm enjoying this far too much to want to stop now, kitten. Will you yield to me? I want to fuck your ass. I want to bury myself in the one part of you I haven't had yet this morning. And I want to do it while you're like this."

Without thinking, I shook my head. I couldn't do it. I knew he'd been gentle with my ass the last time he'd had it, but he was talking about taking me because I was helpless now. And there was something in his voice. Something in the way he was talking about it. I felt…different.

"Please, let me go, Jack," I asked as his fingers parted my ass cheeks despite me already declining. "Don't do this, please."

"Shhh," he whispered near my ear. "I swear I won't hurt you. I've just fucked your pussy while you were helpless beneath me. This won't be any different. Give yourself to me again, Juno. I?—"

"No, Jack," I said, the fear making me more tense. Shaking, I tried to pull farther away, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped beneath him.

I heard him growl for a moment, and I was afraid he was going to take me anyway, his cock hard and pressed against me, but instead, I felt him reach up and slowly loosen the bonds around my arms.

The second I was free, I yanked the blindfold off, and Jack pulled back so I could get out from under him. I panted as I turned and looked at him.

His expression was unreadable as he looked at me, almost cold and closed. I didn't know what to do, but I felt myself calming. He'd let me go when I'd asked, and he wasn't hurting me. But he wasn't holding me in his arms anymore, either.

I exhaled, my whole body trembling with the emotions that had built inside me. I was no longer terrified, but it felt as if I'd just hurt Jack. Was it really so wrong of me to say no to him?

Jack rolled himself onto his back and put his arms above his head, running one through his hair on the way. I moved closer to him, wanting his arms around me, wanting to know everything was okay between us despite what had happened.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I panicked."

"It's okay," he replied. "I pushed too hard. It… It's not your fault."

His words surprised me, making me feel a little better, but they were also devoid of his usual passion and emotion.

I cuddled beside him, resting my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around my back and onto my waist. It was warm physically, but as I lay there, I couldn't help feeling like a wall had gone up between us. Still, he pulled me in close and gently ran his hands down my back, helping to calm my body physically.

The care he showed me helped, and I finally relaxed against him, leaning into him, but he didn't try again or make anything else happen between us.

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"Please, don't apologize. You didn't do a single thing wrong. I did something we hadn't talked about being okay with yet. I pushed you too far, and you let me know that. It's important that I respect your boundaries so you always know I will stop when you ask me to."

His words made me feel better despite my fear. It made me want to reconsider stopping. Me being his and at his mercy was clearly something he wanted, but I had no idea how to give it to him and not be terrified.

We stayed lying together until there was a clatter from the kitchen direction and the brief sound of raised voices as they tried to clean something up.

"We should get up," Jack said a moment later.

He kissed my forehead and pulled away, getting out of the bed and leaving me lying there. I sighed and took my time to follow, tears threatening to fall. Why hadn't I just let him take me and enjoy me?

Not once had Jack hurt me, and he'd even come to my rescue on at least two occasions. So why didn't I feel like I could trust him with this?

I couldn't answer the question. Fear wasn't rational.

But I didn't plan on letting it get the best of me. Somehow, I needed to push past it.

Trying not to worry for now and determined to show Jack I was his in as many other ways as I could, I followed him to the bathroom and joined him in the shower.

As before, we washed each other and dried each other off, taking time and care, but something about it felt off, as if we were doing it because it was what we usually did, not because we wanted to show each other we cared.

I tried to be gentle, submissive, and kissed him a few times, seeing if I could find some kind of passion or spark in him, but he didn't give me anything back, quickly focusing on his clothes and dressing himself.

Hoping things would improve as the day went by, I followed his lead, and we joined the others in the kitchen.

Someone had knocked a plate of food onto the floor, but by the time we'd joined them, it was all cleaned up, and there was just a broken plate that would need replacing.

After Jack made a note for the housekeeper and I started to fix us both something to eat, we sat with the others. I was pretty sure Alma noticed the colder attitude between Jack and me because she soon found a moment to pull me to the side and encouraged the others to leave us to talk about books.

I sighed as they left and wondered how I would explain what had happened.

As soon as it was only the two of us, Alma put her arms around me, and I burst into tears. How did everything with Jack keep going so crazily in one direction or another?

Not saying a word, Alma let me get the flood of emotions out of my system. I didn't take long to calm down, appreciating her being there for me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked when I pulled back and exhaled.

I opened my mouth to tell her we'd just had a small disagreement, but instead, the whole story came out. I started with Greg and everything he'd done, moved on to how I'd met Jack, and he'd stood up for me. How he'd rescued me from Greg but been angry about my story for the bruises, and how no matter how much I pushed myself, my trust never seemed to be enough.

Alma listened, hugging me and even shedding a tear or two herself at points. It was everything I needed.