Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (9 page)

“What happened to you being worried about
Jack perverting me?” I smirked at him.

The look that Liam gave me was dead pan,
serious. “If he's going to send you off to learn such inappropriate
things, then I'd rather it be with someone that you know and
trust.”

“You know it wouldn't work out.”

“Why? Because you wouldn't want to go back to
him.” The look that he gave me was incredibly intense, and I felt
weak beneath his dominant gaze. Slowly, he leaned forward, and I
was so captivated by him that I couldn't move. Liam's lips touched
mine with a softness that I knew could never inflict pain upon me.
I should have rejected him, but my mouth moved of its own accord,
worshiping his lips as he gently placed a hand behind my neck to
draw me closer.

It felt like forever before Liam pulled away,
leaving us both breathless. Almost instantly, I regretted my
actions. That wasn't a kiss between a teacher and a student. It
wasn't even a kiss between two best friends. It was so much more,
and I knew that it couldn't happen again.

In a second, I was on my feet. I had to get
away from him, lest I was drawn in for another heated kiss. My body
desired him so much in that moment—and my heart even more. If I
stayed with him, it would destroy everything.

“Melita,” he called to me as I rushed into
the guest bedroom, grabbed my cell phone, and dialed Jack's
number.

“Where were you?” he sounded agitated, but I
ignored it. “I tried to call you earlier.”

“I need to come back to New York
tonight.”

PART 3

It was beginning to feel like I spent more
time in airplanes than on solid ground. Back and forth, here and
there, I was really racking up the frequent-flier miles. I could
only hope that this would be my last time on a plane before I got
married—if I even was still going to get married.

Life was so uncertain. Between things going
horribly wrong with my fiance, and my overwhelming feelings for my
best friend, I was beginning to wonder how much my family's
ambition really mattered to me. We had more money then we could
ever possibly need. It was just greedy to want more, especially for
them to be willing to sacrifice me for wanting more.

I came to the conclusion that things could
only go one way. Either Jack would agree to teach me about BDSM
himself, or we wouldn't marry. No more sending me off to strangers.
No more pushing me into Liam's arms.

As Jack had feared, we had already started
off on the wrong foot, and I wasn't sure how to fix it, or even if
it could be fixed. All that we could do was try at this point. But
if he wasn't willing to give, then neither was I.

Jack's bodyguard greeted me at the NYC
terminal, and I did my best to smile. This man wasn't the one that
had wronged me, and he deserved none of my discontent. I would save
that for Jack.

When I stepped into the limousine, Jack was
waiting for me with a polite smile. He even had the audacity to
kiss me on the cheek and tell me that he missed me. In that moment,
I realized that the sentiments were not returned.

“We need to talk,” I began, my voice showing
no signs of warmth. The smile that had been on Jack's face before
quickly faded.

“I'm sorry about the school not going well,”
he apologized.

“I am more than offended that you were
willing to allow them to . . .” I didn't even want to say it,
“penetrate me in any way, shape, or form, knowing full and well
that I'm a virgin in all things related to sex.”

He sat back against the cool leather seats as
if he was cowering away. “It's important that you be able to please
me—”

“Oh shove it,” I cut him off. “You pretend
like this marriage is all about you. Well, it's not. I'm tired of
sacrificing, Jack. You don't realize how hard this has all been for
me. I had to leave my home, a life that I love, a man whom I love,
just to come be with you,” the words came out as sharp as daggers,
but the only person they were cutting was me. It sounded like a
stranger's voice, telling me of all I had lost. “And now you want
me to sacrifice even more. My morals. My virtue. Just so that
pathetic little shit between your legs will be happy.”

Jack's mouth was agape when I finally
finished, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the moving
vehicle and end it all. There had been no filter between my mouth
and my brain when I spoke. I had lost all politeness, all the
courtesies that had been painstakingly ingrained into me throughout
the years, and now, I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

“I'm . . . I'm sorry,” Jack stuttered, not
knowing what else to say.

“If you want me to learn BDSM, you're just
going to have to teach me yourself. There's not going to be any
more sending me off.” My chest was heaving from the angry
excitement of my words.

“Alright,” he agreed finally. “You seem
really upset right now. Let's just get you back to my parents'
house, and we'll talk about this more tomorrow.”

When Jack's parents greeted me at the door to
their mansion, I tried to show them the utmost respect. Luckily, it
was late and no one was in the mood for conversation. With a quick
goodnight, I went up to the guest room and laid across the bed,
just wanting to sleep so that I could start the next day anew.

During the daytime, I did my best to play the
happy charade around Jack's mother. She didn't ask why I had
returned so early from my 'vacation', and I was thankful.
Apparently, I was entitled to the same level of discretion they
gave Jack.

When Jack got off work, he swung by the
mansion for a family dinner. I was quiet, as usual, observing more
than I was speaking. Nothing seemed to have changed since I was
gone. Jack and his father talked about business, while Jack's
mother wanted to discuss my wedding dress, which she had taken the
liberty of picking out herself.

I could not care less about the wedding at
that point. All that I wanted was for the wedding to be over so
that I could go back to college and continue on with my life,
pretending that Jack was somehow a part of it.

After dinner, Jack asked me if I wanted to go
back to his place for a while. Part of me wanted to say no. I was
scared of what he wanted to talk about after my outburst in the
limo the day before. My courage had sailed away on the morning
breeze, and all I had been left with was numbness. Still, I knew
that discussing what had happened was unavoidable, and it was
better to get it over with so that hopefully the awkwardness
between us could die down a bit.

I stared out the passenger's side window of
the Lamborghini as we drove to Jack's mansion, avoiding
conversation as best I could. He made some comment about the
weather, and I grunted in reply, knowing that my childish actions
were only adding to the tension between us.

When we got to the mansion, he walked me
inside to the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”
Jack asked.

“Water,” I replied, taking a seat in one of
the plush recliners.

Jack returned with two bottles of water,
handed one to me, and then sat down on the sofa across for me,
running his hand through his tousled dark hair, looking more
nervous than I had ever seen him. “You're still pissed at me,
aren't you?”

I sighed. “I don't know.”

“I really thought that you would learn
something from the school,” Jack began, and I could tell that he
didn't know where he was going with it.

“I did learn something from the school. I
learned that you don't know anything about me, and that you didn't
care to learn anything about me before you sent me.”

“That's not exactly what I meant.” Jack
scratched the back of his neck. The pained look on his face was
exquisite, as if he would rather be anywhere else than discussing
this with me now.

“I also learned that this arranged marriage
isn't as important to me as I once thought it was.”

“Melita, I'm sorry. I don't know how many
times I can say it. Why don't we start over? You're going to be my
wife and we need to make this work out?”

“Jack, aren't you the least bit worried that
we're going to get married, and you're not going to be happy? That
neither one of us are going to be happy? Doesn't that bother you at
all?”

“Of course it bothers me,” he leaned back
against the sofa cushion. “I want this to work out for us—want us
both to be happy.”

“Then how do we get there from here? Because
I'm not happy, and I know that you're not happy either,” my tone
softened.

“I don't know.” He shook his head in
frustration. “I'm not used to . . . girls like you.”

“And I'm not used to guys like you, so that
makes us even. We need to find some middle ground.”

“I know. What do you suggest?”

I thought about it. “Well, tell me what's
important to you, and I'll tell you what's important to me. Maybe
we can start from there.”

“I'm not sure what you mean.”

“Well, for instance, you said that me
learning about BDSM is important to you. But it's important to me
that I only share my body with you. I think that's something that
we need to come to a compromise on. If you want me to learn, I am
willing. I just want you to teach me yourself. I'd also like to
know why it's so important to you. You've been incredibly
vague.”

“It's not something that I like talking
about,” Jack admitted.

“I'm going to be your wife. That means not
keeping secrets from each other.”

“It's just.” He sighed, running his hands
through his hair again. I could tell that even mentioning it made
him uncomfortable. “Would you be open to having sex before the
wedding?”

“Yes, but only if you're willing to tell me.
It's a compromise, remember?”

Jack nodded, avoiding my eyes as he
contemplated it. “Alright. I'll tell you after we have sex.”

A ball of nervousness began to build inside
my stomach, wondering when he would actually want to have sex. The
thought filled me with excitement, and a strange yearning. Even
though I wasn't particularly pleased with Jack right now, I still
found him incredibly attractive, lust inducing even. The thought of
sleeping with him before the wedding was a bit daunting, but if it
helped to strengthen our shattered relationship, then I was willing
to give it a go.

“Jack, how many girls have you been with?” I
asked curiously.

My question seemed to startle him, and he
hesitated before answering, “Four.”

There was no way that was an honest answer.
Jack Kemble, multibillionaire sex symbol who dated dozens of
Hollywood starlets couldn't possibly have ever only had sex with
four women.

“Really?” I couldn't hide the disbelief from
my voice.

“Really.” He was dead serious. “Does that
make you feel any better about me? I'm sure you think I'm vile and
impure.” His eyes darkened.

“I never said I thought you were vile and
impure.” I tried not to be offended.

“What do you think of me, Melita Nguyen?”
Jack pierced me with his deep gaze, and I knew that the mood for
the rest of the evening depended on what I said next.

I searched for the right answer, but nothing
came to mind, so I decided to go with honest instead, whatever the
consequence would be. “I think you're one of the most beautiful men
I have ever seen. I think you're charismatic, and kind. But I also
think that you're not as confident as you let on.”

He smirked. “You're a good judge of
character. Now, let's take care of that virginity problem.”

I wasn't sure if I was ready, but I had
already told Jack that I wouldn't make him wait, so there was no
point in postponing it. Quietly, he stood and offered me his hand,
and I allowed him to lead me down the hallway to the dungeon. For a
moment, I thought about hesitating, but when he opened the door, I
stepped inside, taking in the disconcerting ambiance.

Everything was exactly how I remembered it
before I had left for the BDSM school. Not a chain had been
tampered with, or a paddle removed from the wall of punishment
devices.

I turned, and my breath hitched as I realized
that Jack was standing right behind me, so close that we were
practically touching. His blue eyes enveloped me as I looked up at
him, and before I could even remember to breath, Jack's lips were
touching mine. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and gentle for all
his unpleasant intentions, and I found my body relaxing when he
pulled away.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

“No.” I couldn't tell if I was lying or not,
but I chose not to be afraid.

“Good.” Jack pushed my long black hair away
from my shoulders and urged me to tilt my head so that he could
kiss my neck. The fluttery kisses that he placed on my skin were
soft and affectionate, far too delicate for a man who only wished
to inflict pain upon me.

His hands fell to the front of my blouse, and
he began unfastening the buttons one at a time. I stood, frozen
like a statue, trying to enjoy Jack's touch but so overwhelmed by
the suddenness of everything that was going on. When my blouse was
fully unbuttoned, I helped to shrug it off onto the floor. Without
hesitation, his hands went to unbuckle my belt next, and with that
task finished, he unfastened my jeans.

“Take your shoes off,” Jack whispered before
stepping away from me.

I watched him undress as I slipped out of my
ballerina flats and pulled my jeans down the rest of the way.
Jack's lean muscular body was appealing to the eyes, hairless and
fit. While he wasn't broad like Liam, I found his swimmers build
very attractive.

There was no shortness of loving kisses as
our bodies came together. The only thing separating us was our
undergarments, and I could feel Jack's manhood pressing hard
against his.

He reached around me and unclasped my bra,
pulling it down my arms and tossing it haphazardly onto the pile of
my clothing. I felt no shame being exposed to him, though I still
yearned for the warmth of his body to cover me.