Page 41 of Strings Attached
Jack bopped my nose with a grin. “The company is opening a new nightclub in Toronto, and I need to train the new bouncers.”
I wanted to cry, pout, and beg him to stay, but I reminded myself I wasn’t dependent on anyone. Not even Jack. Instead, I nodded. “I understand.”
The horror movie seemed to have lost its appeal, but I decided then and there to enjoy the time I had with him before he left next week. I’d been alone for so long, I was more than capable of doing it again for a month. But why did it seem like such a long time?
“You can still send me basic questions by text while I’m away,” he said, pulling me to him.
We were lying on his sofa, cuddling. I’d missed a good part of the story, too distracted by more important things as we chatted.
“So you can have a bunch of asks when you get back?” I said in a teasing voice.
He snickered but didn’t deny it. That bastard knew what he was doing.
“Want to play a game?” he asked suddenly.
I perked up, arching my eyebrow. “What kind of game?” I asked wearily. The last time he’d surprised me with something, it involved murdering someone in his basement.
He got to his feet, and I followed suit, watching as he opened the top left drawer of his desk. I averted my gaze, still guilty about having spied on him to break into that piece of furniture. He’d forgiven me, but I hadn’t quite gotten there yet. He placed something on the desk, and my pulse quickened as I stared at a metal butt plug. The flared base’s jewel embedded inside shone in rainbow colors underneath the lights.
“You start at the other end of the room.” He held up his hand. “You have five minutes to grab this while fighting me off. If you win, I’ll put this inside you and take your pussy. If not...” His smile turned borderline evil. “I’ll fuck your ass with my cock.”
I opened and closed my mouth, but the excitement running through me seemed to have taken my words away. Instead, I giggled as I ran off to the other side of the main area, ready for the fight of my life. And I wouldn’t be gentle. He was about to get hurt.
“I hope you’re ready for a beating,” I called out in a sing-song voice.
He approached the counter island and crossed his arms, waiting in silence. In full tactical gear, he looked menacing, but there was something missing.
I motioned at his head. “Aren’t you forgetting one of the most important parts of your gear?”
He chuckled as he returned to the sofa to grab his helmet. Just as he slipped it on, I rushed forward but stopped in the kitchen. With the counter between us, I had somewhere safe to wait and hopefully get around.
“Cheater,” he grumbled from beneath the helmet. His eyes were narrowed on me as though ready to pounce; I couldn’t help my giddiness.
I didn’t actually want to win this game. The thought of his cock in my ass sent my heart hammering against my chest; I wanted it bad. But the chase was thrilling, and I wanted to see if I had what it took to outsmart?and outrun?him.
He went almost completely still, with only his eyes following my every little movement. At that point, I knew I was fucked?literally?but made a run for it, anyway. I managed to get around the counter and near the sofa, but just as I approached, strong arms encircled me. I kicked up, trying to get free, but he just lifted me off the floor. Before I knew what was happening, he pushed me over the armrest of the sofa and lifted my dress up to my back. I gripped the cushion, pushing my face into it as I trembled in anticipation.
He slapped the back of my thigh, and I cried out in pain, not at all expecting the blow. And not there. My eyes watered, but I just tightened my hold against the soft material.
“If you move, the next one will be a lot harder,” he warned in a dark tone.
I didn’t dare. Not with the way my skin stung. I was willing to bet that one would leave a mark for a while. He moved away, and I stiffened, trying to control myself not to run off for more fun. I’d likely regret it?or my tender flesh would. By the time he got back, his buckle clinked together as though undone, and I held my breath.
“Breathe, darling girl,” he cooed as the sound of his zipper being pulled down seemed to fill the room. “Relax.”
Something cold and wet lathered between my cheeks, and I let out a shuddering breath as my rectum clenched. The tip of his member pressed against my tight opening, and I whimpered as he pushed into me.
“You can take me, Jill. All of me,” he said between harsh breaths.
My fingertips dug into the cushion with each inch, and after what felt like no time, he slid into me deep. “Ah...” I let out a small gasp; I’d never had anal sex before, and the thought of him taking my last virginity sent butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe that was his cock pumping in and out.
A clenching sensation traveled along between my legs, and I reached between the sofa and my body to take care of that need. I slid my fingers over my clit, moving to the same rhythm as he was.
He leaned forward, and I cried out as he went balls deep inside my ass. “Want to know... a little secret?” he asked, panting against my ear.
I swallowed hard; he had the same tone as when I’d been caught with the camera inside his home. Before I could answer, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding me down. Not that I could go anywhere with him pinning me down.
“That little PIN of yours isn’t real.”
