Page 14 of Jack of Diamonds

He grabbed my wrist and clamped it down against my outer thigh.

“You’re such a good girl, Alice. Look at the wet spot you’re making on your clothes.”

I wriggled and rocked against his hard cock, so fucking desperate to come that I wanted to cry. I shuddered and gripped the bedsheets with my free hand until my knuckles turned white.

“Give me your panties, and I’ll make you come.”

I blinked in confusion at him.

“You’ll need to let go of my hand so I can take off my clothes.”

Ransom shook his head.

“You’re not wearing your collar, bunny. Use your imagination. Take off your soaking wet panties and put them in my hand.”

Woozy with lust, I nodded my head and did as I was told. A hot pink cheeky bikini trimmed in lace suddenly materialized in my left hand. I gave it to Ransom, who held it up for inspection. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, then sighed in approval. The entire crotch panel was soaked and glistening with my juices.

“Good girl. You can start riding me again.”

A wave of relief washed over me as I began thrusting my hips against him, using his hard body for my enjoyment. My clit was getting even more stimulation without the panties in the way, but it didn’t last long. I was too distracted at the sight of Ransom conjuring a teapot on the small bedside table.

I watched in confusion, then complete and utter shock as he lifted the lid, dropped my panties into the steaming hot water, and set the lid gently back into place.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped.

“Making tea, obviously,” he replied as he conjured a matching teacup. “It’s purely for medicinal purposes.”

My jaw fell as I shot him a dubious look.

“Medicinal purposes? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not at all,” Ransom replied with a deviant grin. “It’ll help me recover faster while you’re having your lesson with Jack.”

I didn’t know whether to be flattered, horrified, or humiliated, but I felt some degree of all of those things.

“You don’t need to make pussy tea out of my underwear!” I snapped at him. “Just fuckingfuckme already! Jack can fuckingwait!”

Ransom shot me a skeptical look. “Oh...I don’t think he can. I think Jack’s done waiting for you.”

The second Ransom’s eyes flicked beyond my shoulder and remained there, my blood went cold. My desperate, eager humping ground to a halt and I gritted my teeth.

“Jack’s standing behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” Ransom gave me a smug, seductive grin. “And I don’t think he’s here to play with us. You’d better hop along, bunny.”

I scowled at Ransom, wishing with all my heart that this was just another one of his twisted games. Summoning all the powers of my imagination, I envisioned a scenario where I’d turn around and discover he and I were all alone in his room, with no sign of Jack.

I took a deep breath, then turned to look over my shoulder.

Fuck.

Jack was definitely there.

Suited up to his neck in full armor, the White Knight looked anything but chivalrous.

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