Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” I gasp.
“He can’t help you here,” Jack murmurs between my legs, pumping harder into me and flicking his tongue in short, vicious strokes.
What is he wielding? A dildo of some sort? A nightstick. My mind can’t find one image to stick to.
He shoves it so hard, my toes curl and my back arches, and I cry out for him to do it harder, harder, harder. In the end, it’s his relentlessness that shatters me, dragging me so deep into pleasure that I feel like I might never breathe again.
My body is a remote and shameful thing, twisting and spasming, grinding and moaning.
If I could look down upon myself, it would be with fascination and disgust.
“That’s it, girl. That’s it.” The pleased tone of Jack’s voice is foreign but welcome. He strokes my belly and thighs while I spasm through my orgasm, his gentle touch such a contrast to his overall attitude. When I’m finally still, he presses a kiss to my clit and reaches over my body, tearing the hat from my face.
Even though the room is dimly lit, my eyes still sting. Blinking fast, I take in the shape of Jack looming over me. I stare down the length of my body, desperate to know what’s still wedged deep inside me. A long, thick wooden stick protrudes from between my legs, ending in a huge metal head.
Jack’s ax. He fucked me with the handle of his ax.
Our eyes meet, and it’s like looking into the face of the devil.
“Now you know what it’s like to fuck a lumberjack,” he whispers, taking the ax and pulling it slowly from inside me. He holds it with the metal head downwards and brings the handle to his mouth, using his tongue to lick up my arousal.
My head drops back as my face heats with more shame. I tug at my wrist binds, but they’re still holding strong. He rests his ax in the corner of the room and then climbs onto the bed. I press my legs together, but his hands are so strong that he forces them open without any effort at all. His cock is an angry bar that he wields like a weapon. Spreading his huge muscular body over mine, pinning me beneath his weight, we come face to face.
“Did you like it?”
I blink, frozen in his icy stare. If I say no, he’ll laugh because he knows I did. If I say yes, I feel like I’m surrendering in a battle I never agreed to fight.
He eases his cock into my pussy so slowly, with our faces just an inch apart. He licks the underside of my top lip, smiling when I shift to accommodate his girth. “You like it dirty just as much as I do,” he whispers, smiling again. Jack’s teeth are so perfectly straight and white that they flash like a cartoon as the candle dances on the nightstand.
“No.”
He thrusts hard, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes.”
He thrusts again and twists his hips, rooting deep inside me.
“No.”
“Yes.” He bites my shoulder so hard, I yelp.
I’m a liar. Everything he does to me feels so good. My mouth is dry, but I still manage to whisper, “Please.”
Then, from nowhere, I’m overtaken by another violent orgasm, and I lose control of my body. Jack holds me tightly while I jerk with the pleasure and fucks me as liquid streams warmly between my thighs. When he eventually comes inside me, he doesn’t make a sound.
We are as close as two people can be, but the gulf between us is as vast as the Atlantic. Then he kisses my lips in the gentlest way, and I almost fracture with confusion.
Jack reaches out to untie my wrists, and he gathers me against his chest, so my body rests halfway over his. He takes my hand, brings my wrist to his lips, and presses a soft kiss to the bruised ring that encircles it. He kisses my forehead, moaning in a lazy, satisfied way.
I’ve given him what he needs, and now he’s as content as a cat.
West was right. The key to keeping Jack happy is becoming a willing participant in his dark cravings. Just like I used to hate myself for pretending to enjoy Carter’s pathetic attempts at sex, I hate myself for really enjoying Jack’s twisted proclivities.
And if Jack can be like this, soft and compliant in the aftermath of sex, maybe he won’t always need it to be so boundary-pushing.
“Do you want me to sleep here tonight?” I ask. The bed beneath me is damp, and even though Jack is a furnace, my skin erupts with goosebumps.
Jack stiffens, and his jaw hardens. It was the wrong thing to ask. Shit. Shit. Have I rejected him without intending to?
He pulls his arm from beneath my neck and urges me to sit. “Get out of here.”