Page 17 of Jack's Second Chance
The thin bamboo rod felt foreign on my body. Even though I knew it was coming, the softness of it fucked with my head, since I had only ever associated a cane with pain. Jack kissed my shoulder as he ran it down my leg and then stepped back. A cane doesn’t look like much, but mark my words, it stings like a bitch. It doesn’t take much force and the sound isn’t nearly as loud as a paddle, but when it hit for the first time I felt it break the skin without any trouble.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Jack said as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and teased my core, sticking just the tip of his finger inside me, “Seems like you enjoy it too, kitten.”
The next strike was softer, then the one after that harder. There was no rhyme or reason to his motions, no pattern I could determine which left me guessing the entire time the object struck my body.
“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned when I felt another sharp hit on my ass.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” Jack said as he moved to hang the cane. Then I felt his body against mine. I knew I was bleeding, not much, but some, and the fact that he leaned right into me without a care in the world was a total turn on. With one hand around my waist and the other at my wrist, he released my hands first. Then he knelt and undid both of my ankles. I was dazed with pleasure and the glory of knowing this man could undo me. He lifted me to his chest, and we stepped out of the closed-off area we were playing in. I watched as two men began cleaning up what we had left behind and then nestled my chin under Jack’s until we reached the other side of the club.
He brought us into a locker room that looked like something out of a fancy spa and then stepped into a shower.
“Stay here,” he said as he stepped out and quickly took his clothes off.
He turned the water on, making sure it didn’t spray me until it warmed up, and then held me to him as we waited for it to heat.
“Talk to me, kitten. Tell me what you are thinking.”
“I’m thinking this has been the best night of my life, but I’m only missing one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I really, really, really need you to fuck me.”
He laughed and then turned us both under the spray of water. “We’ll be home soon.”
Chapter Nine
Jack
Gettingcleanedupandchanged into the clothes I had packed for us took longer than I had wanted it too. By the time we had left the club and got to the penthouse I was so fucking hard my balls hurt. Normally I would have just booked a private room there for the night, but I wanted to be home with Kyra. I wanted to wake up in the morning with her in my arms, not needing to rush out and head back to Whitewood.
I threw our bag of soiled clothes onto the counter in the bathroom. Kyra was moving slowly, but the look in her eyes was one I knew well. She wasn’t lying when she said she needed me, and my need for her was just as strong. When I got back into the bedroom, my little girl was already undressed and laying on the bed. I wanted to scream when I saw her touching herself, but instead I walked to her, pulling her hand from her cunt and licked her fingers clean.
“That is mine. You don’t get to play with it unless I tell you to.”
I watched as her hand made its way back toward her core and caught it midway.
“Kitten,” I growled into her ear, covering my body with hers, “What did I just say?”
“That my pussy is yours and I can’t play with it.”
“Good to know you can hear.” I nipped at her breasts as she moved her body beneath me. I had stripped out of my clothes when I was in the bathroom and there was nothing keeping me from thrusting into her sweet little pussy, so I did just that.
“Fuck, Jack,” she cried out at the intrusion and her body wrapped around mine, “Yes, please. More!”
I pumped into her a few more times before moving us around. I wanted to see her ride my cock. I needed to see her take from me what she wanted after I took so much from her earlier in the night. Once she was straddling me, it didn’t take her any time at all.
“That’s it, little girl. Let me see you fuck yourself on my cock.”
I gripped her hips and pushed her down into me harder with each movement she made. She was so close I could feel it. Her body tensed and I wanted nothing more than to stop her and play, but I couldn’t. She was fucking gorgeous, and she was mine. I wanted to fill her with my seed and then do it again and again and again.
Her hands came down on my chest as she held herself up. She slid up and down my cock as her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, enclosing us in our own little universe.
“You’re so beautiful, Kyra. So fucking beautiful.” Tears came to her eyes, and I lifted my hand to her cheek as she pressed her face into my hand. “I love you Kyra. I think I always have.”
Her eyes shot open, and she froze. “Jack, I—“
“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. I realize this probably isn’t the best time to share anything overly emotional, but I can’t help myself. I love you Kyra.”
