Chapter 99

Juno

I couldn't get enough of Jack as I returned to Earth, still handcuffed to the end of his bed. It had felt perfect to finally be at his mercy and give myself to him entirely. All this time, I'd been holding back, and yet, when it actually came to it, I'd loved every second of it.

After kissing me some more, Jack slowly untangled us, pulling back and running his gaze over me. I felt almost drunk, my breathing erratic and my pulse racing. So many emotions ran through me, but I knew I wanted more. I didn't want Jack to be done with me at all.

For a moment I was vaguely aware of voices outside, but Jack never looked away from my body, his gaze roving over every inch of me. My thighs were slick with my own wetness and I was pretty sure my hair was a mess too, tousled by the hands he'd gripped it with while he fucked me. I also didn't doubt I was going to have marks on my wrists.

Slowly, Jack reached around behind me, following my arms with his hands until he reached the handcuffs. His gaze met mine as he wrapped a hand around each wrist, adding to the restraint.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked. "What made you want to let me control you completely?"

"A combination of things," I replied. "But mostly when I realized how safe you'd kept me here, and Kai telling me what you'd done with the song royalties. You'd been taking care of me in ways I hadn't noticed and didn't deserve."

"Will you let me take care of you?" he asked, his voice coming out deeper than normal, the emotion and desire in the question taking me by surprise.

"I'll let you do anything you want," I replied. "I should never have doubted you. I meant every word in that note Alma just gave you. I'm yours. Do what you want with me."

My words seemed to bring something out in Jack. His eyes lit up, and he seemed to come close to tears before he kissed me again.

Gently, he undid the handcuffs on one wrist and slipped the cord holding me in place out of the way. I slid my arms around to my front, rubbing them where they ached and trying to judge what Jack intended to do with me next.

I felt his arms reach around me again, and he lifted me up and onto the bed. I yielded to his control and suggestion, going where he placed me and letting him put me in the bed. He lifted my hands above my head and quickly handcuffed my free wrist again.

Trapped once more, I felt a small thrill of fear course through me, but it was far easier to ignore than ever before, my body already having been at Jack's mercy before. If he was going to hurt me, he could so easily have done it already.

All the worry I'd felt about him rejecting me was replaced by the high of knowing he wanted me. I was his now and it was perfect.

Slowly, he came closer, but I noticed something else in his hands. A familiar bandanna. Somehow, it must have survived the storm, and seeing it as he held it out near my head brought me a sort of comfort. He'd blindfolded me with it when I'd begun trying to trust him. It seemed fitting for him to use it now, after everything we'd already been through.

As if he sensed my permission, he laid it over my eyes, draping it in place and robbing me of sight before reaching behind my head and tying it in place.

"Do you remember our safe word?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," I replied, thinking of Hunter from my books. The character based on him. I hadn't done the real man justice, but in that moment, I was eternally grateful that I'd tried.

Jack gave me no other warning before his hands and mouth roamed, moving over my skin as he first gently stroked and then roughly kissed, nibbled and when he reached my nipples bit. He caused a heady mix of pleasure and pain, each sensation almost too much but never quite reaching the threshold that would have made me ask for mercy.

Moment by moment and inch by inch, he made my body heat up once more, desire making me wet and hungry for him. Unable to move far, his body mastering mine, I could only writhe and whimper, hungry to be screwed again.

He denied me for what felt like forever, holding his cock near my entrance and rubbing my nipples while he teased me.

"Do you want me?" he asked, his voice deep, almost mocking. He knew the answer already. I couldn't hide it even if I'd wanted to.

"I want you," I replied, each word an effort to say.

Jack chuckled and kissed me again. Still, I was left wanting, his hard manhood poised by my entrance, ready for him to thrust into my depths the moment he was ready.

"Please," I added. "Please, Jack. Take me."

Either Jack decided he'd made me wait long enough, or my words worked because he finally slid into me, as deep as he could get. Instantly, I moved my legs, lifting my knees and tilting my hips to try and get him deeper into me.

He moaned and seemed to shudder.

"Good god, you feel so perfect, Juno," he said as he held himself inside me for a moment.

I couldn't respond, enjoying being full of him too much to do anything but give in to the pleasure he was giving me.

Jack took me slowly, each deliberate stroke in and out in rhythm and timed to make me want him to go faster and, at the same time, appreciate how much longer I was going to have him inside me.

Time became meaningless. My only focus was his body near mine as I heated even further and felt each thrust taking me closer to heaven. Helpless and entirely his, I mewled as he pulled back and made me wait a fraction of a second before each thrust back into me.

Getting closer to his own pleasure, Jack finally picked up the pace, driving us both toward the peak until I cried out his name, my body shuddering with ripples of orgasm as it tore through me. It wasn't long after that Jack orgasmed as well, letting out a deep groan as his hips jerked with each blast of cum.

Slowly, we came down together, our bodies still close and entwined. I panted for what felt like hours, feeling sated and warm in Jack's arms and strangely not vulnerable despite still being bound and blindfolded.

Almost as if he sensed my calm and lack of fear, Jack reached up and took the blindfold off before using the keys I'd had Alma give him to undo the handcuffs.

He took my fingers in his and brought my arms back down the bed, almost cradling them as he gazed at me.

"Good girl," he said before he kissed my fingertips. He then kissed the marks on my wrists, almost as if he wanted to soothe them, but I felt strangely proud of them as if they showed the fear I had gotten over and how far Jack and I had come together.

Pride rippled through me, making me feel even warmer. I snuggled closer to Jack and let him wrap his arms around me. I didn't want to move or stop gazing at him. He was the dom I'd been looking for. Someone who wanted my submission, but only so they could both enjoy me and ensure that I enjoyed being claimed.

I was Jack's again. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was home.