Chapter 75

Juno

Not sure what had come over Jack and why he appeared to be putting some distance between us, I ate and quickly dressed, straightening myself as best I could before following him out of the bedroom.

The rest of the band was gathering luggage in the downstairs hallway, the staff and some of the crew from the boat collecting it and taking it out. It felt a little strange not to be one of them, but I'd told Jack I was going to stay, and I meant it. I wanted to go further with him and see what it felt like being his with no way out.

Before they left, Alma came over to me and gave me a big hug.

"Last chance to say that safe word if you want me to rescue you," she whispered.

"I'm all good," I whispered back, grinning at her and grateful for her support.

"Perfect. I didn't think you'd need it. Jack's a sweetheart, really. He'll take good care of you if you let him."

With that, she walked off to the boat, arm in arm with Kai. Liam came up to me next and gave me a brief hug.

"Bass lessons. Next time you're in New York. I insist," he said.

Again, I smiled and nodded, but I noticed Eve looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Have fun wherever the two of you are off to now," I said to her, trying to smile and break some of the tension that had appeared.

"Don't worry, we will," she said, but she barely even air-kissed my way before walking out the door after him.

After saying goodbye to everyone else, Jack left me in the house to talk to the housekeeper and crew about food to replace what we'd eaten and to figure out when the boat would be back.

I stayed inside, deciding to take the opportunity to write a little, and fetched my laptop. Taking up my position in the window at the front of the house, I lost myself in my writing for a while, waving when the boat finally started to sail away again.

My stomach wasn't entirely calm at the realization that I was now alone on the island with Jack, but he'd been lovely to me so far. I was truly excited about learning to be his. Maybe I could trust him with more? I wasn't entirely sure, but I wanted to try.

Jack came and found me as soon as he was back in the house. He sat on the window seat beside me, also watching the yacht sail away. As it did, I finally noticed some clouds in the sky, large, dark ones moving rapidly in the distance.

"There's a storm coming in," Jack said. "It might delay the boat's return, but not for too long."

I nodded, glancing his way to see if he was worried, but his face was impassive. If he was worried, there was no way to tell.

Shifting closer to him, I put my writing aside.

"Well, now that you have me all to yourself, what do you want to do with me?" I asked, trying to smile at him.

He glanced my way, gazing over me as if he wasn't enthusiastic about doing anything.

"Do you truly want this?" he asked a moment later. "Do you want to be here with me? Doing what I want? Being my submissive?"

I raised my eyebrows, not sure where this sudden doubt was coming from.

"Of course," I said when I had recovered. "I want to be yours entirely. I know I've been feeling a little scared about some aspects, but everything else has been perfect. I… I think I would be able to give you anything you ask for."

The words tumbled out, completely surprising me, but I was still afraid. Afraid he was going to take advantage of me.

"And what about your actions? Words mean one thing, but if your actions don't line up…"

I sighed, pretty sure he was talking about me trusting him.

"I'm not perfect," I said. "I'm used to protecting myself, fending for myself. And making sure there's a safety net. I am trying to let go of that need, but I'm not entirely there yet."

"That's all it is to you. A safety net?"

"Yes." I reached for him. "It's only about me feeling safe. I trusted Greg with everything and walked away with nothing but a few clothes and more than enough bruises. I can't go through that again."

Jack seemed to soften.

"Okay," he said. "If that's the truth, we'll speak no more of it."

I looked at Jack, his face full of darkness and his fists clenched. Something was upsetting him that I hadn't put my finger on, and I wasn't sure what it was.

"Is something else bothering you?" I asked.

"I don't know. I…" Jack exhaled and seemed to deflate as he did. "I think I've been letting outside stuff influence me. It's fine."

He reached out and took my hand, and electricity ran through my body. I was alone on Jack's island, and I had a feeling he was about to make it very clear he was in charge.

"Can I be yours, please, Jack?" I said, my voice coming out more desperate than I'd intended.

He stood and looked down at me before cupping my chin.

"Sounds like we might need a safe word. What is it you suggested to Alma again? Lucy?"

I blinked as he chuckled.

"She told me. I thought it was sweet, and I noticed you never used it. Not even when I was a beast yesterday." He smiled, almost smug as his gaze wandered my body.

"You never made me feel scared enough to, but that word feels…like something flippant we decided on a whim. Not something I might need to use as you encourage me to push myself and trust you completely."

"Then, if you want me to stop, use Hunter's safe word," Jack replied, reaching down and cupping my chin. I exhaled, his word one I'd made up and decided on a long time ago. Prey. Hunter's prey.

"Okay," I said, watching him smirk at me. "I can do that."

"Good," he said. "Now, come on, kitten. Time for you to take all this clothing off and let me see every inch of you."

I moaned as he pulled me to my feet simply by lifting my chin slowly upward. He had me feeling so hot, I was already starting to get wet with anticipation. Fear added to the combination, just enough that I was a heady mix of emotions and entirely unsure of what to do but let Jack guide me.

Although I expected him to take me back to the bedroom, he didn't, reaching for the top I wore exactly where I stood. He lifted the hem, pulling it up over my head before I could do much more than gasp.

His gaze fixed on my breasts, cupped in my navy blue lace bra, appreciating the view. A moment later, he reached around me and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor along with my top.

I shivered, feeling exposed, standing in the front window of the house. Even if we were alone on the island, I was right out in the open, and it made me feel very vulnerable.

Jack only glanced at my face for a moment before continuing, not touching any part of me except to remove my clothing.

It didn't take long before I was standing in front of him in nothing but my panties, wet and hungry for him. I could see the bulge in his pants showing his own arousal, and it made me feel even more turned on.

"Do you give yourself to me?" he asked, his eyes locking with mine.

Unable to speak, I nodded. It was enough for Jack. He slipped his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pushed them down.

They fell to the ground, the wet crotch of the material obvious and making me feel both embarrassed and even more turned on.

"Perfect," Jack said. "You're going to stay naked until the boat comes back."

My eyes widened. That hadn't been a command I was expecting.