Jack's Christmas Wish (14 page)

“What do you think of the cat o’ nine tails?”

She let the leather straps rub across her fingers. “I like it. The leather is soft, but it stung when I slapped my leg with it. You know how to make it where it feels good. Right?”

“Yes. I do know how to make it feel good.” He took it from her and swished it in the air.

He noticed her eyes intently glaring at it. “What do I do now?”

“Now, my love, you go in the changing room and take off your clothes. Then you will meet me in here.”

She walked toward the changing room and stopped. She turned to him. “Is this going to be like the other night?”

“Yes, love.”

She smiled a genuine smile that reached her eyes and quickly went to disrobe.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands hoping for the results he wanted from tonight. If she didn't give in to her feelings his plans for her would be ruined. He had to be careful not to push her too far.

She came back into the room completely naked, as instructed. So she didn't wish to be punished tonight. Interesting.

Her nipples were already hard her skin flushed and her eyes glittered with excitement. Tonight he would bind her on the spanking horse. A Dom had a responsibility to give his sub what she needed, and he would give her exactly what she needed, whether she wanted it or not.

“Where do you want me?”

“Over here. Get yourself situated on the horse.”

She eyed the thing like it would bite her.

He helped her up onto the horse and strapped her arms to the side then strapped her ankles in. “Are you comfortable my love?”

“I guess I'm as comfortable as I can be.” She tested her straps.

“Remember, you have a safe word. If you want this to stop, use it.”

“I don't want it to stop,” she whispered. He took the cat o’ nine tails in his hand and laid the first strike across the largest part of her buttocks, getting a breathy moan from her.

“You like this don't you?”

“Yes Sir.” She wiggled her butt, drawing his attention back to it.

Smack, smack, smack!

He cupped her mound, feeling her juices coating her labia. She never ceased to amaze him. He needed to take her to the next level. He changed from the cat to a crop and lightly smacked her pussy. Her muscles went rigid pulling on the restraints. Now he was getting somewhere.

Smack!

“Tell me why you're afraid of love, Lissa.”

Tension raced visibly through her and she fought the restraints now, but she said nothing.

Smack!

“Tell me, Lissa.” He knew he was on thin ice with her right now. He had to tread carefully or he would lose her. Each strike was strategically placed to excite her, to elevate her to a level that she would just about confess her deepest secrets to be able to come.

“Ohmigod, mmm, I can't, Sir.”

“Yes you can, love.”
Please, tell me, I want to love you.

Smack

“Ahh, oh God, that feels good.”

“You are not to come until I tell you to, Lissa.”

Smack!

Her arousal permeated the air. She was on the verge of coming. He hoped like hell she would open up. She was strong, willful, intelligent and beautiful everything he loved in a woman. He wanted her with a fierce passion that he hadn't felt before. He wanted this stunning woman with him in his bed, in his arms and in his life forever. She needed to trust him for this to happen.

His cock, stiff as a board was painfully erect, getting zipper tracks up the underside, he was sure.
Come on Lissa, talk to me.

She strained against her binds hoping to get her arm free so she could touch herself. She was right there, ready to come, but needed to rub her clit for the added stimulation that would let her fall over into bliss. Derek was a master at this, getting her so aroused she was nearly out of her mind.
Fuck it, just tell him already. I need to come.

Smack!

“Ohmigod, yes. Please, more. I need more.” Heat bloomed on her ass and pussy. Her mind was a jumbled mess of need and want. She needed him, wanted him completely, but was too afraid to take the leap.

“Lissa, tell me.” He palmed her ass making her hiss through her teeth. He pulled her globes apart and blew his hot breath on her.

“Touch, me please.”

He let go, and stopped altogether.

“No. Please, Sir. Please, don't stop.”

“You know what I require.”

“Fine! My father beat me and my mother and told me he loved me and left. He never came back. Rex and men like him have told me they loved me and didn't mean it. I have had a lifetime of
love
and never felt a damn thing but pain. Is this what you wanted to hear?” She could hear the pain in her own voice. She tasted the bitterness of the hurt that had lasted for decades on her tongue. She had a lump in her throat she couldn't dislodge even if she swallowed hard. Her body, limp with defeat, was still extremely aroused, which was good considering he touched her again.

His hands stroked her ass lightly. She heard something clatter to the floor and then she felt his tongue on her skin.

“Mmm, I need you.” His tongue speared her hole, lapping up her juices.

She strained to push her ass back, to get more. She tried to get closer to that skilled tongue. His tongue moved to her clit as he thrust two fingers inside her, stroking her G-spot.

“Come for me, my love.”

She shattered, bucking against the horse. Her muscles bunched and pulled against the restraints. She fell over into oblivion, completely unaware of what was happening around her. She never felt the release of the restraints, or him picking her up and carrying her to the bed, but there she lay in his lap looking straight up at him. Once her eyes could focus, she noticed his brows furrowed as he looked at her, concern marring his perfect features. It finally dawned on her addled brain that she had finally confessed.

Panic ridden, she sat straight up and tried moving away from him. Strong arms held her close. His shirt smelled of a light whisper of cologne and his natural musk. It smelled like home. Or the home she wished for. Now that he knew the truth about her past he would consider her damaged goods. He was only holding her out of pity. That angered her. She didn't want his pity. She wanted him.

“Where do you think you're going, love?” His embrace tightened on her.

“I don't know.” She didn't have an answer for him. She just needed space before she said some other stupid thing. “Derek, let me go.” She tried pulling away again to no avail.

“No. Let me hold you. You've been through a lot in the past few minutes. Just relax into me, love.” He stroked her hair lovingly.

He wanted to hold her still, after what she'd said. Why? She wondered. Didn't he see her for what she was? A broken mess of a woman. She couldn't have a normal relationship. She didn't trust anyone. Anyone who said they loved her. Look what had happened with Rex. If she hadn't run that light she would probably be either raped or dead or worse, both. She had to know what he wanted.

“Derek? What do you want from me?”

“Lissa, I want to make you happy. I want you.” He hugged her tighter and then loosened.

What did that mean? She didn't know if he meant now, tomorrow or forever. Still it made her happy to hear such a statement.

“Thank you, Derek, for what you did for me.” Her skin heated as she thanked him. Then she thought he was still dressed and he hadn't been satisfied. She reached back to touch him.

“There is no need to thank me. It was all for you love.” He moved her hand from his erection.

“You didn't come. Let me take care of you now.”

He let go of her hand and let her touch him.

She loved the feel of his penis. But he was still wearing his pants. She wanted open access to him. “You seem to be overdressed for the occasion.” She reached for his button.

“Well, let's remedy that shall we?” He pushed her forward enough to get out from behind her and stand. He slipped out of his jeans, his erection bobbed free. She itched to touch him. To taste him.

He followed her gaze to his cock. He stroked it a few times, exciting her.

Good grief, she was practically drooling. She had never wanted someone so much. Needed someone this much. And she did need him, all of him.

“Come to me, Lissa.”

“With pleasure.” She rose from the bed, approached him and started to fall to her knees, but he caught her arms, holding her to him. He kissed her thoroughly making her head swim. He broke the kiss to come up for air. Her heart pounded in her chest, beating at a maddening pace.

“I've needed to do that for a while. Mmm, you taste like pizza.” He licked her bottom lip and nipped it, sending shivers down her spine.

“I thought pepperoni was your favorite pizza.” She kissed his neck and stroked his length.

“Pepperoni is my favorite, but right now you're my favorite. I want to taste you.”

“You already did.”

“Yes, but I haven't had my fill yet.” He backed her to the bed laying her down. She hissed when her bottom hit the sheet. “Still tender?” He gave her a lopsided grin.

She smacked his arm. “You know I am. My ass will probably be sore for a while.”

“That's too bad; I wanted to have it again.” He kissed her again.

“Well, maybe it's not that sore. I really feel fine.” She opened her legs for him to situate himself.

He chuckled soft and low, a sound she was beginning to love.

“In that case, I'll have that later. Right now, I'm going to sample your sweet honey.” His head dipped low and he licked the entire length of her slit.

She speared her fingers through his blond hair, pulling him closer. “Yes.” She tilted her pelvis up to give him better access.

He took full advantage of her position, licking and lapping at her juices driving her insane. She had come only moments before and was on the verge again. He had such a way with her body. Usually, she only had one orgasm, if she came at all with a lover. He rubbed his face in her slit; his five o'clock shadow abraded her tender flesh adding to the sensation.

With the tip of his tongue he flicked her clit over and over as he plunged two fingers inside her pussy.

She came apart, flying out of control. Her legs clamped shut on his head, while she tried pushing him away from her by his hair. She was too sensitive for his sensual assault.

“Damn, you taste so good baby.” His head rose his sexy glare met hers.

“I love that you think so.”

“I love you.”

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CHAPTER TWENTY

Lissa blinked at him like she hadn't heard him. Or maybe she was in shock he thought. Either way he knew that he'd just fucked up.

“What did you just say to me?” She lifted her legs from around his head and rolled away turning her back to him.

Fuck!

He had most definitely fucked up. She was closed off again. Dammit, he couldn't stand it. He wanted her, needed her and now might have lost her. He raised his hand rubbing lightly on her back. She stiffened under his touch. Everything he'd worked on earlier he had just undone with three little words. ‘Lissa, I'm sorry. I need you to talk to me.”

“What's there to talk about?”

“Everything. You, me, us and a bunch of other stuff, but I need you to know I'm not like the others. I won't hurt you.”

She laughed without humor. “So says my ass.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do and what am I supposed to believe? You? Or a lifetime of misery because of those words?”

“Yes. You're supposed to believe me.” He gestured with his thumb to his chest.

She seemed to be considering it. “I want to believe you. Look, I've had one hell of a day. Can't we just have sex and enjoy each other?” She rolled closer to him and stroked his semi-erect penis.

“I thought you'd never ask.” He didn't like referring to it as sex, it just made it sound casual and dirty. He would rather her say ‘make love,’ but he would take what he could get at this point. He was so close. She wanted to believe, so she felt it too. She would come around he was sure of it. He just needed to make love to her and show her how much he loved her.

“Kiss me.” Their lips met crushing into each other. She opened for him to explore her mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Their tongues tangled in a sensual duel, leaving them both breathless.

He rolled her to her side, lifted her leg over his and fitted himself to her hole, sinking into her heat.

“Ohmigod, more. Yes. More please. I need more.” She pushed her butt into his groin. She reached behind her to his ass, pulling him closer, farther inside her.

He gladly obliged tilting his hips up, pounding into her just as she'd asked.

“Tell me your mine, Lissa. I need to hear it.” He threw his arm over her, splaying his hand across her ribs. He noted he could feel each one. She needed to gain some weight. He moved his hand up, cupping her breast, then teasing her hard nipple with his fingers. He felt her tighten up on him, squeezing his cock with her muscles. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, spurring him on. Adrenaline raced through his veins, making his pace erratic. It was a heady feeling.

“I'm yours. I'm yours, Sir.”

Damn, he loved hearing those words fall from her luscious lips. She backed into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The only sounds in the room were those of heavy breathing, light whimpers from her and flesh slapping flesh.

“Say it again.” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp.

“I'm yours, Derek.” She pushed his hand from her breast to her mound. “Touch me.”

“You got it, babe.” He murmured in her ear giving her gooseflesh. He swirled his finger in her arousal, getting lubed up, then rubbed her clit in tight circles.

He increased his rhythm pumping in and out of her. He gave a little pinch to her clit giving her just the nudge she needed to fall into abyss.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock, pulling him along with her. She trembled in his arms.

“Lissa, oh fuck, I'm coming.” He thrust into her three more times, jerking as his seed spurt hot and thick inside her.