A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (12 page)

"So you sure you're ready for this?" Cain asks as he pulls the car in front of my house, and whether he's being concerned or cocky, the answer is the same.

"Yes," I say, biting my lower lip as he stares me down like a hungry lion.

"I am the one, Evan," he whispers, then he gets out and hurries around the car to open my door for me. In our underwear with the rain still pouring, we run up the sidewalk like children.  I jam my key in the door, and as soon as it's closed behind us, he pushes me hard against it, his mouth on mine, pinning my shoulders as I feel his cock struggling to get to me through the cold, wet fabric of his boxer briefs.  I pull at them, and he takes them off, giving me only the briefest glimpse before he lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom like a bride.

We fall to the bed, and he lies weightlessly atop me, his cock sliding against me through my panties while he kisses me.  I feel myself getting wet, but as Cain moves his hand down my body, I freeze.

"I forgot to tell you something," I whisper.  I forgot to mention that I don't like hands touching me there, mostly because I'm afraid he'll feel my scars, but I omit that part as I timidly tell him.

"Evan, I can make you come with my hands tied behind my back," he boldly claims, grabbing my panties instead, his thumb hooked around the crotch and pulling them over to the side as he slides between my legs.  When the first, gentle touch of his tongue hits me like a million volts of electricity, I flood with excitement, thinking this could be that perfect amalgamation of burgeoning love and orgasmic pleasure I've been denied so long as Cain reads my body like he reads my mind.  And he's good.  He's beyond good.  He's amazing?  Incredible?  Those words seem too saccharine to describe what he's doing to me.  I've never felt anything in my entire life as intense as his warm, velvety tongue on my clit, not even that very first time when I didn't know what was happening to me before I taught myself to block the pleasure.  Tonight, I chase it as Cain grips my legs, pushing them apart, his mouth covering me, his tongue making fast, tight circles...but...

As the physical pressure mounts, the psychological pressure comes with it.  Old fears creep in, and the sensation begins to drain away.

"Cain?" I whisper.  He shushes me softly.

"But..."  I protest.

"Evan," he says with an irritated smirk, "if you've always approached it with this kind of impatience, it's no wonder..."

"I haven't," I admit, with a laugh.

"Then give it a little time."

"But when it's gone...it's gone," I say, hoping he'll understand what I mean because I can't just come out and say it.  Stopping him is more direction than I've ever given.

"I know how a clit works, Evan," he says.  "Trust me."  He puts his hand over my eyes and pushes my head gently back into the pillow, and I try to clear my mind as he kisses my breasts, making my nipples harden as he bites down, reawakening my longing for him as he coaxes my mindset back into the realm of possibility.  I shut out everything but Cain as he starts again, teasing me lightly, and it feels so good, like it did when he started the first time...until he begins to speed up.  Just as it has always been with me, the subtlest of clues that what is happening to me could lead to orgasm is what makes me go numb. 
It isn't fair!

"
Cain
," I say in a tiny, remorseful voice.  "
It's...it's not...
" 

"Not happening?" he hisses through gritted teeth, and the patient man I know is instantly gone as a change comes over him.  "Fuck this!" 

He gets up and drags me to the foot of the bed by my legs, yanking my panties off, turning me over, and forcing me onto all fours.  He's scaring me, but I don't fight it because I don't care what he does to me at this point.  He can fuck me, dominate me, punish me, beat me with one of his leather whips...I deserve it.

I hold my crawling position as I hear Cain looking through drawers, then he suddenly puts his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands and pulling me upright on my knees.  He kisses my neck ferociously, biting me as he unhooks my front-closure bra, tossing it aside, leaving me naked and feeling exposed even in the near darkness of my bedroom.  I try to show him by covering myself with my hands, but this Cain doesn't have the same tolerance for my issues.  He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.

"You are going to lie back on that bed, free your mind of whatever the fuck is standing in my way, and I'm going to make you come.  If at any point I have to stop again, I will put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit down.  Do you understand me?" he asks, stern and serious.

"Yes," I say meekly.

"Yes, Sir," he demands, pulling my hair harder to punctuate it.  When I don't obey, he pushes me forward onto the bed, and though I put my hands out to catch myself, I'm not quick enough.

"I should spank you for your disrespect alone," he spits as I land flat on my face.  I don't say anything, lying there motionless, reduced to the automaton state he's initiated without realizing.

"On your back," he orders, but I can't comply, which incenses him, earning me a hard slap on the ass before he rolls me over himself.  Growling his displeasure, he comes to the head of the bed, and I see what he got out of my drawers.  With two of my belts in hand, he ties the first around my right wrist and the other around my left, securing both to their respective bedposts.

Bound and helpless, when Cain's lips meet mine again, he's hungrier than before, not just kissing but possessing my mouth, claiming it and all of the rest of me as his to do with as he wishes, and I can't imagine why I would ever want to be anything but what I am at this moment - entirely under his command.  I don't feel at all like I thought I would.  I was afraid it would dredge up parts of my past best forgotten, but it doesn't feel like he's repeating the abuse.  He's chasing away the ghosts, making my submission to him the function of the automaton, no longer driven by the conditioning that created her.

"Don't think," he instructs me as I feel his hand slide over my stomach, inching close to forbidden territory, but he doesn't touch me directly.  Instead he uses his palm on me, barely moving, just letting me feel his warmth and presence.  His lips begin to kiss downward, and by the time they reach the target, inside my head I'm begging for attention from his mouth.  I hear a faint mmmm as he finds my clit erect at the first, slight movement of his tongue, and it urges me on, making
me
want to please
him
.  Slowly he builds it up just like he did last time, but it's different now.  He's different, and so am I as I watch him, somehow emboldened by my bondage.  He looks up and catches me.

"Eyes closed," he orders.  I comply, but as Cain closes his own eyes, I can't stop myself from stealing a peek through lash-laden slits until he stops abruptly, pushes my legs into the air, and slaps my ass again, harder this time. 

"That was a warning," he says, and as he massages the sting out, I close my eyes tight.  He forces my legs wide apart with his hands on my thighs, and though I feel completely on display now, it's the distraction I need to stop me from sabotaging myself when he speeds up from delicate, light circles to a concentrated pressure directly on my clit.  His mouth covers me as his tongue's stiff and precise assault feels so good it almost burns, overloading my senses as I...I'm...
oh, my fucking God!  I'm coming! 

"Cain!" I scream.  "Oh, Cain!  Oh, my God!"  I lose control, involuntarily thrusting myself into his face.  He doesn't pull away but pushes back, grasping the flesh of my hips in his hands and forcing every last bit of pleasure out of me until my clit becomes so sensitive I can't bear the slightest touch.

Oh, my God...Oh, my God...Oh, my God...

"Oh, my God..." I breathe, feeling entirely out of phase with reality as Cain softly kisses his way up my body until he's lying atop me.

"So," he whispers with his cocky grin as I lie beneath him, weak and unraveled, "you gonna fall in love with me?" 

"Yes," I admit breathlessly.

"Then I had better make sure I like fucking you."

Oh, God, yes! 

"You don't have to use that if you don't want to," I say as Cain reaches for the condom he placed on my nightstand when we came in.  "I'm on the pill." He doesn't hesitate, tossing it onto the floor.

"I hate those fucking things," he whispers as he begins to guide himself into me gently and oh-so-slowly, but I don't want to wait.  I grind my heels into the back of his legs like spurs, wanting be as close to him as I can possibly get.

"Be patient, Evan," he whispers.  "I don't want to hurt you." 

But I want you to,
I think, feeling oddly innocent as the pain reminds me that I've never been with a man before, only clumsy boys.  He gives in, and as his cock fills me with a strange and foreign pleasure, tasting myself on his lips when he kisses me drives me wild.  I pull at my makeshift tethers, wanting to be able to touch him, and Cain frees me, loosening my bonds with expert skill.  He pushes me against the headboard until he's on his knees with me in his lap, straddling him, his hands on my waist to lift me up and pull me down onto his cock.  It feels incredible, but all I want in the world right now is to make him come.

"I want to try a different position," I say, and when I get him to lie on his back, I straddle him, pushing his arms up over his head.  With my knees at his sides, I turn my feet inward, pinning his legs as I slide onto his cock.

"Hold still," I command as I begin lifting myself up and down on him using my feet against him for leverage.  I've never done this before, but as I lean away from him, my hands clutching his legs above the knee, I figure it out.  I like watching him watch me, and though my moves are tentative, it must be working for him because I feel him growing evermore stone-like inside me.  Instinctively, I know when his orgasm is imminent, and that's when he stops me.

"Ladies first," he insists.

"You're going to make me do this the hard way, aren't you?" I snap, an evil grin on my face, and before he realizes what I mean by that, I grab one of the belts still tied to the bedpost and quickly tie his wrists together above his head.  Now, he has no choice in the matter because I am in charge.

"Don't move," I say sternly, and though his expression is incredulous, he surrenders to me.  I've never done what I am about to do before either, but at this moment, nothing seems more fulfilling than Cain's cock in my mouth.  Lucky for him, BDSM isn't the only thing I've researched on the internet recently.

I begin at the base, teasing as I work my way to the tip and close my lips around him.  His cock is smooth as glass and so hard, it's barely malleable at all, and I love the way the taut flesh feels against my lips and tongue.  With one hand wrapped around the shaft and the other making subtle traces with my fingernails lower, I swirl my tongue around the tip, almost releasing him entirely as I rise, then taking him into my throat when I go back down.  I can tell I've translated my academic knowledge well as Cain moans and tenses, and though I can feel it when he's almost at his end, he still gives me fair warning.

"Evan, if you don't want me to come in your mouth..." Cain says.

"What a stupid thing to say," I breathe, my mouth barely missing a beat.

"Oh, fuck!" he cries out suddenly, and I look up into his eyes, my own wild and expectant.  He thrusts his hips forward, and I realize why he warned me as I feel him hot and wet against the back of my throat, flooding into my mouth forcefully, filling me with a sense of power and satisfaction.

"Damn, Evan," Cain whispers breathlessly as I lay casually between his legs, my arms rested over the top of his thighs.  He slips his hands from my poorly tied bonds and pulls me up to lie beside him.

"And, by the way, I do like fucking you," he confirms, and snuggling against him, I smile, perfectly at peace with a naked man for the first time in my life.