26. Laura

Chapter 26

Laura

R ooms 405, 407, and 409 are all in a row. I'm so curious about what I'm missing in the other two, but I made my choice. The door unlocks and my heart's pounding so hard in my throat that I'm afraid I might pass out.

It's a nice room. Nothing special, but clean and simple, with modern decorations. I walk down a short hall, past a sparkling bathroom, and stop when the bed comes into sight.

Attached to the headboard is a chain. It's long and silvery, and glitters in the light. At the far end is a black collar studded with diamonds.

Oh, fucking shit.

The game is pretty obvious. There's a bed, there's a chain, and there's a collar. Nothing else. I walk around and find a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a note on a table at the far side near the window. The note says, Undress and put it on or I will put it on for you. Jackal.

I pop the champagne, pour myself a glass, down it, pour another, down it, and strip.

This is stupid. Jackal is dangerous. He hates my family, and I hate him too. He worked for a man who tried his hardest to murder everyone I care about. He's taking care of that man's daughter. Marco is everything I hate.

Except somehow, that makes this even better.

"Shit, shit, shit," I whisper as I get up onto the bed. I leave my panties on, mostly because I'm too nervous to take them off. The leather collar is cool to the touch, and I'm pretty sure the diamonds are real. The chain is long enough that I could move to the far end of the bed, but no longer.

Slowly, with shaking fingers, I wrap it around my neck. It takes a few tries before I manage to fasten it, but when I'm done, I'm down on all fours, wearing a freaking dog collar, and attached to the headboard of this bed.

I'm also nearly naked and my skin is damp with nervous sweat.

Jackal makes me wait.

The bastard. It's definitely longer than two minutes. I'm trembling with nerves and barely controlling myself, and each passing second is total agony. I'm heightened beyond belief by the time the door unlocks and opens. An irrational fear rages through me—what if this is the wrong room, what if that's not Jackal, what if he's going to strangle me with this damn chain—but all my thoughts disappear when he comes into view.

My Jackal. He stands just inside the room and stares at me through the slits in his mask. He's wearing tight slacks and a black dress shirt, and I salivate at his muscular forearms and his built chest, and all I want is for him to touch me and kiss me the way he did last time.

"You look perfect," he says, circling into the room. I'm kneeling with my hands on my thighs, trying to be as obedient as I can. "But you fucked up."

"I'm sorry?" I blink in surprise.

"The note. What did it say?"

"You wanted me to—" Ah, crap. I look down at myself. "It's just my panties. I can?—"

He strides over before I can react. One hand grabs onto the chain, and the other pushes me forward. My ass is in the air, and a pressure tugs at my throat. It's not choking me, but it's definitely reminding me that it would.

"I told you, baby, I'm not being gentle." He rips my panties aside and slams a palm down on my bare ass.

I gasp in shock and arch my back. The collar digs into my throat. There's no room to move, no room to react, and he spanks me a second time.

"Oh, shit," I groan, half in pain and half loving it. "That fucking hurts ."

"If you want me to stop, you can say the word. Remember, albatross ." The tension on the collar tightens. I stare over my shoulder at him, my mouth hanging open. And I don't say a goddamn thing. "Good girl."

He rubs my ass, and I start to think maybe I won his approval, but then he spanks me again. Three sharp whacks until I'm whimpering, and only then does his hand slip between my legs and tease at my dripping, aching core.

It hurts, and it feels good, and it's so fucking confusing I can barely think. I moan, wiggling my hips against his palm as he teases me, but he's not done; he spanks me again, and again, before plunging two fingers in me from behind.

"Fuck," I say, and again the collar bites into my throat. God, it's tight, and his fingers feel so fucking good as they slide in and out.

"Beautiful girl," he whispers as he manhandles me, fucking me deep, spanking me again, back to fucking me. Those fingers are absolute magic . "I love it when you wear my collar. I love when you're on all fours, with your dripping wet, soaking pussy wiggling in the air. I love making your ass red and raw with my bruises, and I love making you moan for me. You make such beautiful fucking moans, you dirty girl. You whimper and whine, and you sound like all you want in the world is my big cock. Is that what you want? Say it, Laura."

"I want your big cock," I moan as his fingers rush in and out faster. I'm aware that I'm the one begging now.

His fingers slide out and he steps away. I gasp for breath, and I wasn't even aware that I'd been holding it. He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his slacks, kicking them aside. Then he unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall away. Holy crap, he's gorgeous: his body's ripped and defined, his skin smooth and tanned and lovely, and I'm practically drooling over him as he pulls down his boxer briefs.

Jackal has an incredibly large dick.

Like absurdly big. I stare, mouth wide open. He's in nothing but the mask now, and his hard cock throbs with his heartbeat as he steps to the edge of the bed, reaches out, and takes my chain.

"Open your mouth," he instructs and uses my collar to guide me down to him.

I obey. I start out licking him, base to tip, genuinely wondering how I'm going to fit him in my mouth, and extremely excited to find out. He's so thick, and when I get to his tip, I lick a drop of precum before taking him between my lips.

I moan as I suck him. He tightens his grip on the chain and guides me, and I feel owned, I feel beautiful, and even though I'm the one on all fours and wearing a collar, I know right now I have more power than I've ever had in our relationship. He's growling these erotic and gorgeous noises as I suck him faster, going down as far as I can, which isn't even halfway. My tongue swishes around in circles, and I'm being messy, but I can't help it. My spit pools around his balls and glides down his shaft and drips down to the bedspread below. I suck him faster, gliding in and out, and that's when he leans forward.

He reaches out and teases my pussy as I take him into my throat. I groan and suck his cock as his fingers press inside of me.

"That's a good girl," he says, voice thick with passion. "You take me into your pretty throat while you moan. Fuck, baby, you are a dirty, filthy, messy fucking girl, with a pretty little pussy, and you are all mine ."

I gasp as he pulls me back by the collar and shoves me away. I land on my back, up on my elbows, but he's on me before I can move. He rips off my panties, throwing them aside, and shoves me down with a rough palm. He pulls the mask back, but all I see is the top of his head as he dives between my legs, then he's pulling the chain into his hands and down my body, the cool metal pressed between my breasts. My back shakes and my legs tense, and sweat pours down my skin, as Jackal licks my pussy and fucks me with his fingers, taking me and eating me like a savage.

It feels so fucking good. My vision goes blurry as the tension in the choker tightens. I'm bucking against his mouth, begging and moaning, completely out of my mind. I'm his , all his, and even though we're the opposite of compatible and this shouldn't work, I don't care. I need him, all of him, and I'm completely in his hands as his tongue and fingers do their magic. I come in a wave, gasping for air, only dimly aware of the collar and the chain. When it finishes, I'm flattened and wrecked, gasping and trying to blink away the double vision.

Jackal leans back. He's got the mask back on and he's slowly stroking his massive cock. The chain is in his other hand.

"Good fucking girl," he purrs gently. "My god, look at you. Covered in sweat. Your eyes all fuzzy from an orgasm. You look perfect."

"You like looking at me, don't you?" I bite my lip as I stare at his chest and his chiseled abs. "I like looking at you, too."

He turns me around. I yelp in surprise as he gets me on all fours and spreads my legs. My pussy's still pulsing from the orgasm, but he already said he's not being gentle, and I don't want him to be. He teases me with his cock before his tip presses against me from behind, and slowly, agonizingly, he sinks himself inside.

"Oh my god," I gasp, toes curling. "You're fucking huge."

"But you can take me. We both know you're capable of it." He fills me to the brim, his cock stretching me out, and he feels so, so much better than a dildo ever could.

His grip on the chain tightens as he starts to fuck me. I move with him, arching my hips up and down his shaft as he fills me, and we're fucking in a sweaty, incredible rhythm. My hair's plastered to my forehead and neck, and he's growling his bliss in my ear, and I've never felt so dominated in my life. It's heaven, and I don't know how much more I can take, when he takes my chin in one hand and directs my face forward.

"Don't peek," he warns, and I feel him push the mask back. He kisses my neck, my chin, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I lean into him and turn around, finding his mouth with mine.

Fuck, that kiss. His cock is buried between my legs and I'm walking on the edge of orgasm, and that kiss kills me. His tongue is perfect and his lips taste like my pussy, and I devour him as he hammers into me again. It throws me off the edge as the orgasm sears my brain and leaves it a jellied mess, and this time, he's not far behind. I hear him moan, and he pulls out before stroking himself. His cum covers my ass and my lower back, and I'm grinning like an idiot as I lie face down on the bed.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "Oh my god." He leans forward and kisses me again, and I catch a glimpse of his real face before my eyes close. "You're incredible."

"You're not bad either," I whisper, grinning like a total maniac.

He pulls away and walks to the champagne. I watch him pour a glass for himself, mask back in place. He drinks it down, giving me a view of that incredible mouth. "Now, you stay there," he says. "Leave my cum right where it is. I'm going to shower, and when I get back out, if you've been good, I'll clean you up and then I'll fuck you again."

"Is that what you're doing tonight? You're keeping me chained and collared on your bed and using me up?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing, little demon. I'm going to fuck you until you can't breathe, and you'll never want to get away again."

I whimper with excitement. "That sounds good to me."

"Then don't move." He walks over, brushes my hair gently, and leans down to press the mask's lips to my forehead. "Good girl."

Then he leaves me alone on the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Pleasure and ache pulse between my legs. I feel satisfied in a way I don't think I've ever experienced before. But unless I'm mistaken, I have maybe a few more minutes before he comes back out here and pushes my body to the limits, and I want to find out what he's going to do to me so badly, it makes me forget all the reasons why I shouldn't be here.