Chapter 38

38

Lena

Did I just say that? I said that. That needy, demanding voice was mine. It's what this man does to me. He knows exactly how to turn me on, and yet, withholds what I want until I'm on the verge of spontaneously combusting. I reach down to touch my clit, but he brushes away my hand.

"You will not touch yourself, little girl."

"But why not?"

"Because this pussy belongs to me." He glares up at me. I shiver. And here I thought he was going all tender on me. Well, he is, but at his core, he's still the demanding, dominating alphahole I fell in hate with.

Without taking his gaze off of me, he swipes his tongue up my pussy lips.

"Oh, my god!" My eyes roll back in my head. I pant and moan, then bite my lips to stop any more embarrassing noises from escaping.

"Hold on to the headboard," he orders.

I do. I throw my arms up and hold onto the headboard just before he swoops down and begins to eat me out in earnest. No preamble, no warning. He shoves his tongue inside my pussy, then grinds his heel into my clit. Sensations detonate up my spine. I writhe and groan. I throw my head back and bring my thighs together around his head. I know I'm smothering him, but damn if I can help it. He flicks his tongue in and out of me, then flicks the swollen nub of my clit. My nerve endings all seem to fire at once. I arch my back and contort my body, trying to get away from him even as I shove my pelvis up, chasing that wicked tongue of his that's bringing me so much pleasure.

"Jack, please, make me come. Please, Jack."

I sense his growl vibrate through my pussy lips. He rubs on my clit and curls his tongue inside, doing something that sets waves of liquid heat sloshing up my belly. The sensations gather speed and shoot up my spine, and just like that, I shatter. As I float back to Earth, I'm aware of him licking at my slit, cleaning up my cum. Heat flushes my cheeks. I raise heavy eyelids to find him looking up at me. He raises his head, and in a gesture that mirrors mine but, somehow, seems so much dirtier, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. He hitches his arms under my knees and shoves them up near my ears. He settles between my legs and the blunt head of his cock nudges my opening.

"I'm going to fuck you now, girl."

Before I can react, he plunges forward and into me. It's as if a missing part of me has slotted into place. Intense sensations shudder out from the point of our joining. He holds my gaze, and it's so hot, so erotic. So very JJ. He doesn't hesitate. Simply pulls out, then thrusts into me with enough force that the entire bed jolts. I slide up the bed and my head would have banged into the headboard; except he's released my knee and slapped his palm between the top of my head and the hard surface of the headboard. He rises slightly on his knees, then grits his teeth. "Let me in, girl," he growls.

"You're in," I gasp out.

"I'm barely halfway there."

I laugh. "That's what you said the last—" I cry out when he sinks in another inch. I groan.

So does he. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He squeezes his eyes shut, as if savoring every inch of where his cock throbs inside my most intimate space. A nerve throbs at his temple, a bead of sweat slides down the column of his throat.

Something like tenderness fills me. I reach up and cup his cheek. "Jack," I murmur, "look at me."

He opens his eyes, and his dark gaze fills my line of sight. He turns his head slightly to brush his lips against the inside of my palm, then he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me so deeply, with so much tenderness and heat and authority, that my core clenches. Moisture beads my center, and he sinks in further. I groan into his mouth. Heat flows off of him in waves and sinks into my skin. The force of his personality pushes down on my shoulders and pins me in place. He releases his hold on my other knee, then reaches between us to strum my already sensitive pussy lips.

A tingling shoots out from the point of contact. Sweat clings to my shoulders, and my breath comes in pants. My heart is racing so fast, I'm sure it's going to break through my rib cage. He holds my gaze and begins to fuck me again. Slow, deep strokes. Each time he slides into me, he hits the most intimate part of me deep inside. I dig my heels into his back and lift up my pelvis, trying to take him in even deeper. And he never breaks eye contact, which is more erotic than anything I've ever experienced. He pulls out again, and this time, when he thrusts into me, he pinches my clit. Goosebumps pop on my skin. A thousand embers light up my skin. The orgasm crashes into me with such force, I see stars. My climax seems to go on and on. I feel like I'm floating through space, and when I finally reenter my body, I realize I must have yelled out, for my throat hurts. He continues to fuck me through the aftershocks that ripple through me. I'm burning up—with need, with satisfaction, with an urge to hold onto this moment and never let go. "Jack," I whisper, not sure what I want to say, and unable to stop the tear that slides out of the corner of my eye.

He bends to lick it up, then with one last thrust, he empties himself into me. His features contort with pleasure-pain, and he lowers his head and digs his teeth into the curve of where my neck meets my shoulder. The pain slices through me, straight to my clit. I feel him throb inside of me, and I squeeze him in response. He groans. The pulses mirror the rhythm that thuds at my temples, my wrists, and behind my eyes.

"Jack." I swallow.

He seems to sense the emotions bubbling inside of me, for he raises his head and searches my features. "Don't." He pushes his forehead into mine. "Don't think, not now."

"Then when?" I whisper.

"Not now. Let's give this a little time, eh?"

"But—" He brushes his lips over mine, effectively silencing me. He deepens the kiss, and I feel him stir inside of me again. I scowl at him, and he smirks. With his hair disheveled and the lines around his eyes relaxed, he seems so much younger than his years. He lifts his head, pulls out of me, then rolls over to stand up.

"Stay right there." He stabs a finger in my direction before he turns and leaves the room.

Where is he going? What is he up to? He's back in a few seconds with a waterproof overshoe protector in his hand. "Is that—?" He kneels in front of me, then slips it on over my foot.

Then he bends and scoops me up in his arms. He stalks around the bed and into the bathroom. He deposits me on the side of the tub, then heads to the shower stall. Of course, I can't stop myself from taking in his body. Tight butt, powerful thighs, and a waistline that'd put a man in his twenties to shame. Not to mention the cut abs, the sculpted shoulders, and his arms. Have I mentioned his veiny arms? His forearms flex as he turns on the shower and checks the temperature of the water. He adjusts it until he's satisfied, then lifts me up again and carries me into the stall, which is almost as wide as some of the rooms I first stayed in when I moved to London. This is no ordinary shower. There are eight, no, ten showerheads positioned at intervals above, behind and on the side walls. All of the water streams meet at the exact spot where he places me on the bench built into the side wall.

"Fancy," I murmur, taking in the glittering bathroom accessories. I peeked in on him the other day in the shower, but I was too focused on trying to see the accessory between his legs to notice much else.

"It helps me relax." He raises a shoulder. "I didn't always have such a fancy shower. There was a time when I had to make do with sharing a bathroom with five other men."

"You did?" I blink, trying to reconcile the powerful, remote, authoritarian man in front of me with a younger, skinnier version of him who must have come from humble beginnings. Did he look more like Isaac then? Long limbs, a body beginning to show the promise of the man he'd grow into? And I fucked both of them. Does that make me a slut?

He must see the thoughts reflected on my face, for he frowns. "What did I tell you? No thinking for the moment." He closes the distance between us, then lifts me and spins me around so one knee is supported by the bench, keeping my weight off of my injured foot.

"What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly.

"The only time you don't think is when I'm fucking you, so I'm going to fuck you again."

"Wait, don't you need a break to recover, considering your advanced years?"

A sharp pain splits my butt. I yelp and turn my head over my shoulder to find him palming my ass.

"Getting sassy again, I see."

"Getting horny again, I see." I glance down to where his monster cock springs up from between his legs. I'm still not used to its size. "Is the second J in your name for that?" I ask.

"What?" He blinks.

"The second J in your name?—"

"I heard you the first time. And no, I don't indulge in infantile practices where I name my dick."

"I'd have called it JJ junior except, you know, JJ junior is?—"

"Let's not bring him into this discussion," he says hastily.

"Why not? I can't hide the truth from myself, can I? I did fuck you, and?—"

"Not now," he interrupts me. "We have time to analyze and discuss this situation later."

"You make it sound so cold."

He blows out a breath. "I merely meant, we can talk about what this means for us later. Right now, though…" He feathers his fingers up the valley between my ass cheeks, and a shiver ladders up my spine.

"Has anyone fucked you here, little girl?" he asks in that hard voice that grates over my nerve endings. My thighs clench. Oh, god. When he talks to me in that authoritarian voice, I'll agree to anything.

"Answer me," he growls.

"No. No one has. You'll be the first," I say in a rush.

"Hmm. First, I'm going to teach you a lesson for not doing as I asked."

"I did everything you asked, Daddy. I did."

His muscles seem to stiffen. The heat pouring off of him seems to intensify. He sits down on the bench next to me, then pats his thighs. "Bend over."

"Excuse me?" I stare. He doesn't mean what I think he means... Surely not. I shove back my hair that's clinging to my head, thanks to the shower. "If you think I'm going to?—"

"Girl, do as I say." He lowers his voice to a hush.

I do as he says. I bend over his massive thighs, painfully aware of how exposed I am. The water from the shower continues to pound me from all sides, forcing me to squeeze my eyes closed and take sips of air through my mouth. He drags his hand down my spine and I can't stop myself from squirming. He palms my butt, and I freeze. Any moment now, he's going to spank me. I sense him move. The next moment, the shower switches off. Silence descends, except for the water that drips from my hair to the floor. He continues to massage my ass, swiping his fingers in circles. The tension oozes out of my muscles. Degree by degree, I feel my thighs unclench. All of my senses are focused on where he's touching me. Caressing me. Kneading my flesh, reminding me that I belong to him. I am his. I've been his from the moment he stepped between me and Isaac to stop what he thought was Isaac about to hit me. It's the first time I truly noticed him. And I haven't stopped since. His movements continue in ever-widening circles. Despite the fact that I'm naked and wet, warmth pools between my legs. Heat suffuses my skin, and I allow my arms to fall to the floor. Allow my weight to relax fully into his lap. It's like a signal to him because that's when he raises his palm and brings it crashing down on my ass.