Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He doesn’t give me time to answer.
“I adjusted it at the beginning, so your mouth was at the right height for my cock, and it made your pussy the right height for my cock as well.”
Then he plunges into me with one swift, unexpected thrust.
Such complete fullness. How he eases the aching emptiness inside me.
I can’t turn my head and see him plunge into me. Can’t rise up to meet his thrusts. Can’t participate in any way.
All I can do is take everything he’s giving me, his body slamming into mine over and over and over again.
And my God…I’ve never felt so free.
“You feel so good to me, Mandy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then I gasp.
His finger is back in my ass, and he’s fucking me in both holes.
I can’t help it. I cry out his name.
“Jack! My God, Jack! Feels so good!”
“Good, my little sub. My beautiful little sub.” He moves faster. Fucks me faster, harder, faster, and harder.
Then, presumably with his free hand, he reaches underneath me, grabs my clit, plucks it, and—
“My God!”
This orgasm—this one that rips through me at lightning speed—is different. So different.
I’m not sure how different until Jackson plunges into me, releasing.
He leans down, kisses the skin of my back.
In the ether, words float around me. Words I’ve never heard, and even now in my orgasm-induced haze, I’m not sure I hear them correctly.
But I choose to embrace them, embrace them in the glow of my climax.
I love you, Amanda.
Chapter Fifty
Jackson
Thank God I didn’t say those words out loud.
But I thought them.
When I came inside her, when everything swirled with perfection, my finger in her gorgeous ass, my dick in her pussy feeling so complete and gloved…
For a moment, everything in my world seemed to make sense. Not just everything in this room, not even everything in my life.
But everything in the whole world.
Everything was in balance for those few moments of my orgasm, and that’s something I’ve never felt before.
I’m not a novice at this, as Mandy is. I’ve had my share of sex—my share of kinky sex.
And even though what I did tonight with Mandy wasn’t as kinky as I’ve ever gone—far from it—it was the most satisfied I’ve ever felt.
More satisfied than my best scenes.
More satisfied than the first time I discovered, at age twelve, what I could do to myself.
More satisfied than my first time with Serena.
Even more satisfied than the previous times with Mandy.
And damn it, those were hard to beat.
Am I truly ready to give my life to one woman?
This woman?
For the first time, I’m hoping what Penn told me is true. That Frankie’s right. That Mandy’s in love with me.
How could I not have seen it? Perhaps the woman of my dreams has been under my nose this entire time.
I never imagined she would enjoy the kind of lifestyle I enjoy, but then…I never gave her the chance.
I just assumed that she was too sweet, too innocent, too naive.
I can teach her so much, and so far, she’s been a more-than-willing student.
But to have her here—with the other members staring at her. Funny that I never worried about that with anybody else I brought here. Most of the time, I find a submissive to play with who’s already here. Before Mandy, I only brought a few women here. One of them ran away screaming, and I never saw her again. Another enjoyed parts of it and we had a relationship for a few months, but I wasn’t in love with her, and I was bored after a few months, as usual.
But Mandy…
Mandy is the one who has always been in my life. Who would drop everything if I needed her, as I would for her.
Mandy…
The last person I said goodbye to before I left for college. Not my parents. Not Serena. Not my coach, who was like a second father to me.
Mandy. My Mandy Cake. Amanda Rose Thomas. My best friend. The other half of me.
“May I speak, sir?”
I jerk out of my reverie. I’m still embedded inside Mandy’s lush body. I withdraw, fighting it every inch of the way. “You may.”
“That was the most amazing thing I ever felt in my life. I never even imagined.”
Warmth flows over me like chocolate syrup. “Me too, Mandy. Me too.” I unbuckle her ankles, massage them, and then take care of her wrists.
I help her off the table and walk her to the bed, where I lay her facedown. I begin at her shoulders and massage the tenseness out of her from being bound. I pay special attention to her wrists, making sure there’s no chafing, and then I move to her thighs and calves, paying special attention to her ankles. I end by massaging her feet.
I always take care of my submissive. It’s my duty as a Dominant.
With Mandy? I don’t want to just take care of her today.