Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple II (12 page)

Jess recognized that look in his eye right away. Putting her hands low on her hips, she swayed them seductively. “Hey there, big boy…wanna have some fun?”

Jack’s delighted laugh pealed through the room. How could he ever think such a little minx might give into the same dark fantasies that fueled his own soul? Yet the scene he read remained in his mind. Did he dare to hope?

His grab for her was rougher than he intended. With a small cry, she fell against him and in one of those split second decisions, he decided he would not apologize.

Instead, he seized the moment, pressing his lips against her in a hard, passionate, possessive kiss.

Jessica’s head reeled. Jack had never been this forceful before. While her first instinct was to recoil, her second was to yield before the onslaught of his tongue.

Confused, for a moment she hung suspended, off balance, attacked. When his hand grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt, she whimpered and her mouth surrendered without her consent. Through her parted lips, his tongue stabbed in to twine around hers, as if her mouth were something he owned.

She had been feeling a bit naughty all day so only her jeans covered her mound and pussy. Jess left the white cotton panties in the drawer. Jack’s fingers found her nipple and squeezed; her wetness spread along the seam of her jeans. The pirate king held her in his arms.

With an oath, Jack thrust her away from him with almost the same force he had pulled her to him. What was he doing? This was his wife, for crying out loud. She was proud, independent, secure in her sexuality; not a wannabe slut like the women he detailed in his books. He staggered and turned away, unable to look her in the eye. He could not face her disgust.

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Jessica’s shock at losing his passion was almost as great as seeing it. She said nothing, unsure what was happening. Trying to marshal her thoughts, her chest heaved with awakened and unfulfilled passion.

“I’m sorry, Jessica. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jack’s tight voice choked out the words.

“Hurt me? How? Because you just gave me one heck of a kiss?”

“You deserve better. You are my wife. You warrant my respect.”

“Yes, I do.” Her brow furrowed. What was he getting at? “But I also deserve your passion. Jack, you’ve never kissed me like that before.”

“Jess…” She stood there, so beautiful in her earnestness. What was she saying? Did she not realize how close to the edge he was? “Jess, don’t tease me. There are demons that lurk inside me, demons that want to hurt you. Tease me and I will not be able to control them.”

Jessica frowned in puzzlement. “Jack, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Tell me.” He remained silent, his breathing labored and his eyes dark. Did she dare hope?

“Jack, I am your wife and I deserve to see the demons you think you have. We are married. There are not supposed to be any secrets between us.” Even as she said the words, her cheeks colored as her mind considered her own hidden desires.

Jack snarled and turned away. He paced to the fireplace, the pictures she had just dusted catching his eye. Jessica had glowed that night she wore the dress he chose for her. He knew she was uncomfortable with the low-cut neckline, and it had given him a rush to know she wore it anyway just because he asked her. His anger left him. She was right. She deserved to know the truth.

His body relaxed and he turned to face her, his movements slow and sure. Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized the predatory look in his eye; it was the look she always imagined finding there. Swallowing hard, she set her chin with determination…and fear. Could it be? Might her husband not be as disinterested in sex as she had come to believe? Could he also need something more than just plain sex to interest him?

With a graceful ease, Jack towered over her, his hands resting on her soft, smooth shoulders. For a moment, he gently caressed them, his eyes never leaving hers. He saw the fear in her eyes, and something more…excitement? There was only one way to find out how far he could push her before that look turned to disgust. He let his hands trace down the length of her arms; firm hands that brooked no nonsense. Jack stood a full foot taller than she did and her head hung back, not breaking from his eyes that held her spellbound. What was he doing to her?

He needed to bend as his hands reached hers. For a moment, he entwined his fingers through hers, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin on back of her hands. “I read your scene, Jessica. Is that what you want? Tell me. Is that what you want me to do to you?” His fingers tightened around hers even as his voice hardened.

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She saw the change in his eyes, the possessiveness. His hands hurt hers and she almost cried out. How had he read her story? She had put it in the trash, hadn’t she?

His grip tightened and she whimpered. Suddenly it didn’t matter how he had found it.

“Yes, Jack. Yes.” The pleading in her voice was stronger than she intended, but she could not, did not want to take it back.

“Jack, hurt me. Take me and possess me like the pirate king. Please, Jack. If that’s the demon that resides in you, let it out. Please let me be her.”

Even if he wanted to, he could not stop the animal raging against his mind. For two years he held himself back, afraid his wife would no longer love him and now here she was, begging to be treated like the whores he created in his dreams. Grabbing her shirt in both hands, he ripped it open, the buttons scattering unheeded along the floor. He shoved the material down her arms, trapping her hands inside, exposing her breasts to his hunger.

Jessica squirmed, but her hands only became more entangled in her shirt. Jack’s strong hand closed over her right breast and squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure.

Deeper and deeper his fingers dug into her tender flesh until she at last cried out.

But he did not remove his hand, or even lessen his grip. Instead, he tightened his fist even further, turning his hand to twist her breast, stretching the skin to its furthest limit. Only when she cried out a second time did his hand release her.

“Is that really what you want, Jessica? Pain so intense it can only lead to pleasure?”

“Yes, Jack. Please, don’t stop.”

Her heart beat hard; a sudden fear blossomed in her belly. It swelled to her throat and for several moments she could not breathe. What would he think of her? What would he do to her?

Not giving her time to change her answer, Jack grabbed her hands, pulling her backward through the house. Jessica stumbled along behind, the shirt still entangling her. Several times she tripped, only to have his strong arms catch her. At the foot of the stairs, he paused long enough to throw her over his shoulder before climbing to their bedroom.

Jessica didn’t know whether to laugh or scream at such treatment. In one way it seemed melodramatic and overdone. And yet, there was no amusement in his eyes when he threw her onto the bed and yanked down the zipper of her jeans. With a single move, he pulled the jeans off her legs and exposed her naked mound to his view.

He did not try to hide his grin. She had dressed as a slut for him…no bra, no panties. Only the shirt and jeans.

Jessica had never seen such a grin in his eyes before. Not one of laughter and fun, but one of predator enjoying its prey. She struggled against the shirt that still bound her arms, working herself loose. But before she got far, Jack grabbed her leg.

“You’re not going anywhere, my love. You wanted to see the animal inside. Here he is.”

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Jack knew his habit of leaving his ties on the back of the decorative chair in the bedroom drove his wife nuts. Often she would scold him for not taking care of them then hang them herself. But two lay across the chair back at the moment and Jack grabbed them both.

With a deft tie, Jack secured her ankle to the iron bedpost. Jessica, her arms now free, pushed herself up and tried to pull her leg away, but it was caught fast. Too late to prevent him, he grabbed her other ankle, yanking it down to fasten it to the other bedpost. Her legs spread wide and in spite of her sudden fear, her juices gushed to fill her slit.

The closet was only a stride away and Jack was back with several more ties. What did he need so many for? Two more would secure her wrists, and she did not fight him as he pulled first one arm, then the other, and used the ties to spread-eagle her body on the bed.

“Is this what you want, Jess? Is this the way you want me to treat you?” Jack’s voice was rough and gravelly with his own passion. Let her get a taste of the animal inside him. It would teach her not to play with fire.

She was where she dreamed of so many times before. Helpless before her husband, open to his every whim. Her voice barely a whisper as she faced her own hidden desires, she answered. “Yes, please. Let me submit to you, Jack Blackburn.”

The heroine bound against her will, the hero winning her over with his ways, the inevitable
sex scene where she gave herself to him of her own volition, his desires becoming hers.

His thoughts from the morning filtered back through his consciousness. Could it be true that her desires and his were the same? His voice still rough, he barked out his question. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

She could not meet his gaze. With tears in her eyes, she admitted the truth to him at last. “I didn’t want you to think ill of me. You saw me as independent and strong. But I don’t want to be strong all the time, Jack. I don’t want to have to make so many decisions. I want to be here, used by you in whatever way you want. I want to be your slave, Jack.”

The tears fell free; tears of shame mixed with relief that now her secret was told.

Jack had every right to leave her over this—she wasn’t the woman he thought he married.

For several moments, Jack simply stood there, partially stunned at her revelation, mostly rejoicing. “Jessica, I did not want you to see the Dominant I really am. I can be very demanding in the obedience I require. Are you saying you will submit to me in
every
way?”

She knew what he was asking, and had to be honest with him. The time for equivocation was past. “Jack, I do not know if I can submit in everything. But I do know I want to submit here. In the bedroom.”

He nodded. “It’s a good place to start. I can see your arousal from here.”

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His reminder that nothing was hidden from him about her body caused a blush to color her cheeks. She smiled through her tears and bent her back to raise her pussy to him—her gift.

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” They both knew the power of words; what effect would that one have on his wife?

Humiliation deepened the blush, but she forced herself to answer. “I am a slut, Jack.

A selective one. I choose you.”

In answer, Jack turned and walked out the door. Jessica writhed on the bed. Had she said something wrong? Where was he going? “Jack? Jack!”

He heard her calling and grinned. There was more to domination than just taking a woman’s body. Jack wanted his wife’s mind as well. She wanted to submit to him in the bedroom? Very well, he would have nothing but total submission from her while she was in that room.

Unlocking the bottom drawer on his desk, he slid open his past. Several items lay in neat order inside. He was a dominant long before he married Jessica, and these were the tools of his trade. Locking them away when he married, he thought he’d locked away the feelings as well. Apparently the lock held only so long. Reaching in, he chose one item then closed and relocked the drawer, quietly climbing the stairs once more. She wasn’t yelling anymore, but he could hear her twisting about on the bed, trying to get loose. He paused in the doorway, leaning his large frame against the doorjamb to admire the view.

Jessica’s lean body glistened with beads of perspiration from her struggles.

Convinced he was punishing her for her admission, she had decided to get loose. But Jack’s knots were well tied. Damn the man for having been a Boy Scout! Several strands of her dark hair had come loose from her ponytail and now clung to her face.

Desperately she tried to use the pillow under her head to brush the wisps away, but she could not manage it without the use of her hands.

With a start, she realized Jack had reentered the room. He stood over her with his hands clasped behind his back and an amused smile on his face. “Here, love. Let me get that hair for you.” He knew how she hated having hair in her face. Several times she had threatened to cut it all off, but he had protested. Now he leaned forward to smooth back the offending few strands, wiping her forehead dry with his hand as he did so.

“Feeling a bit vulnerable, are we?”

Jessica didn’t know what to say. This was too new. His hand trailed along her neck to brush the top of her naked breast. He could touch her any way he wanted. She could not stop him.

His wife had ample breasts, now flattened a bit as she lay on her back. The nipples, however, betrayed her excitement. Dark and round, the little nubs were raised to the air and as Jack flicked his finger over the one closest to him, he felt it harden. His cock mirrored her nipple.

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But prolonging her torment would only increase both their pleasure. Jessica’s eyes widened as he brought his other hand out of hiding. The lashes of a long leather flogger hung menacingly from a strong wooden handle. She whimpered as Jack brought the thongs up to lie on her naked skin. With slow, deliberate movements, he trailed the lashes along her breasts, over her darkened areolas and across those raised and sensitive nipples.

Jessica strained to see the flogger and noticed the lashes were a darker shade at the ends than at the handle. This had been used before, Jessica realized, her breath catching in her throat. Jack was no novice! Elements of domination always entered his writings, but until this moment, Jessica had not realized they were elements based on real-life experiences. But what were those ends stained with—sweat or blood?