The Anatomy of Jane (21 page)

He stopped, closed his eyes, and nodded. I got up, but he just lay prostrate on the ground. I took a seat beside him on the floor. Jane stood there in shock.

“Jane.” I offered my hand and she didn’t take it.

“I don’t like things like this,” she whispered.

Max tilted his head to the side and stared at her for the longest time before saying, “Who likes being like this?”

She frowned but walked over and sat beside us. “What’s happening?”

I couldn’t answer that question, so I waited for him to speak.

“The first guy I cared about, the first guy I ever slept with…his name was Christopher MacDowell, son of Governor MacDowell, who I just exposed to the world as the monster he really is.”

I had heard this story before. He was telling her.

“So Chris is upset?”

He laughed bitterly and shook his head. “I met Chris when I was sixteen. He was fifteen. We bonded over hating the Catholic school we were in. His family threw a New Year’s party, one of those parties to prove how much money you have, and we both got drunk. One thing lead to another and we fucked in his bedroom. After hiding for so long, being with him was like a sanctuary. It went on for four months. We were so careful. In that time, his mother died and I started to notice bruises on his body. He told me he had started boxing. I didn’t think much of it. I thought he was working through grief. What I didn’t know was that his father was getting abusive. During one of our secret meet-ups, we got caught.”

He just stopped talking for a moment and took a deep breath. Jane reached over, brushing the side of his face, and he closed his eyes, leaning toward her.

“We got caught, and his father was so pissed off that his face turned red. He called my mother and told me he was going to press charges and have me locked up where someone would do to me what I did to his son. I was so freaked that I stopped talking to Chris. He called and I avoided him like the plague. My mother…she kept it from my father, but the look of disgust she had on her face told me how she really felt. She sent me away to one of those ‘pray the gay away’ camps in secret. My father thought I was in Italy with friends. When I came back, I found out that Chris had killed himself. One of the maids told me he had written me a letter, but my mother had burned it. To this day, when I see her, I can’t forgive her. I can’t forgive myself either. I just left him with that monster. God knows how many times his father beat him before he finally… I was scared and I left him.”

Maxwell wept and Jane just hugged him.

“What happened tonight?” I asked him.

“Chris’ younger brother swore he’d expose everything if I didn’t back down. He really thinks I’m the reason his brother killed himself.”

“He’s blackmailing you?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “He won’t say anything. Governor MacDowell would kill before letting him expose that secret. It’s just…”

The reminder of it still hurts.

She must have known what he was thinking because she kissed Max’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, and he couldn’t help but kiss her back.

Chapter Thirteen

“Do you trust me?” Wes had the nerve to ask her with a satin tie and a vibrator in his hands. Jane kneeled in the center of our bed with her hands placed on her thighs and her head down. She was also blindfolded. He hadn’t done anything yet, and she was already trembling. I wondered how she’d react if she saw the tray of ‘tools’ he had just to the left of us.

“Yes,” she answered, and when she did, he took her hand and led her to stand right in front of the bed, and me, naked. Lifting her wrist, he tied it tightly to the bedpost, kissing the ties before moving over to the next one.

“Do you remember the safe word?” he asked while gently pressing his thumb on her lips as his other hand traveled the length of her side, stopping only when they reached her pussy. He stuck his middle finger into her.

“Yes. It’s caterpillar,” she replied, licking her lips.

“What do you think of our little butterfly, Max?” Wes turned back to me with a wicked grin.

He knew I couldn’t answer because of the ball in my mouth. He’d stripped me down and tied me to a chair so I had a front row seat to his show.
This isn’t my thing.
I’d said it a hundred times, and yet watching him turn on the pink vibrator and holding it to her nipples, then her mouth, making sure to wet it before slowly sliding it up her pussy….it turned me on more than I could imagine. My cock rose at the sight of her like that; my tongue fought against the ball in my mouth. She twisted her legs, clenched them together, and turned her hands to pull on the ties. He grabbed on to her thighs and spread them open.

“Looks like I’m going to have to tie those down too,” he muttered to himself. I couldn’t have looked away from her if I wanted to.

The rope he had used on me was so secure that I could only sit and stare at her. Her pussy was vibrating and was making her so wet she was dripping down her own thighs. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth. I wanted to lick it. I wanted her on my tongue. When Wes returned, he spread her legs and tied them to the bottom of the bedpost.

That wasn’t all.

He held a flat head horsewhip.

He stood back to admire his handiwork, wearing nothing but his dark blue briefs. His hard cock was easily seen through the material. He licked his lips before shaking a hand out to calm himself down. Coming back over…

SLAP!

“Ahh…” She cried out in pleasure. He had smacked her tits so hard she’d jerked like electricity had just run through her body.

SLAP!

Right on her stomach.

SLAP

Her other nipple.

SLAP!

Her thigh.

SLAP

Her ass.

“Oh…” She moaned at that one, and her chest rose and fell. “Is that all, Chef?”

His grip on the whip tightened as my dick twitched anxiously. I wanted him to hit her more. I wanted to see her jerk forward.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

“Fuck!” She gasped, breathing in through her nose. “Chef—”

SLAP!

SLAP!

Moving back to her, he grabbed her hair and pulled it back. “Don’t push me sweetheart, or you’ll never sit down again.”

Instead of getting scared, she blew him a kiss, and if I could have, I would’ve laughed. Wes reached between her thighs, taking out the vibrator slowly before thrusting it back in. Over and over again he did this until she was rocking with his motion. Throwing her head back, she ached with pleasure, and just when it looked like she was reaching her climax, he stopped.

“No,” she whimpered; he ignored her by bringing the vibrator over to me and placing it right on top of my cock.

Fuck.

I rocked and more than anything I wanted to touch him, to touch myself. He knew it too, and instead of mercy, he brought the vibrator up and down my cock, a shiver going up and down my spine with it.

It felt so fucking good and so unsatisfying at the same fucking time.

Fuck!
I grunted out, trying to speak out against the ball my mouth, but nothing worked. Just like that, he moved away and walked behind Jane.

“Your ass is far too tight, Ms. Chapman. I’m going to have to stretch you out,” he said, getting behind her.

“Please…” she begged as her voice trailed off. I couldn’t see, but by the way she was wiggling, I was sure he was using the vibrator to tease her asshole.

“Please what, Ms. Chapman?” he asked, and she pulled on the ties and bit her lip so hard it looked like she would draw blood.

He grabbed the lube from the bedside table.

A few minutes later, she was shaking. Her pussy was so wet it was begging for me. Again, I struggled against the ropes.

“You should see Max, baby,” he whispered in Jane’s ear while staring directly at me. “He’s so hard. He wants to fuck you. What do you think? Should I let him?”

She didn’t just answer, just took a deep breath.

He grabbed on to her jaw. “You need to answer.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, let him fuck me.”

“No. I’m just starting to enjoy myself.”

Fuck him!

“You need to learn patience,” he told me by flicking the tip of my cock.

Readjusting the whip in his hands, he turned back to her.

SLAP!

The whip hit right on the lips of her pussy. The ends of it were even getting wetter.

“Oh…”

SLAP…

“I…”

SLAP

“YES!” She cried out and came so hard it ached me to not touch her.

Wes dropped the whip down and walked out of sight to come back with a red candle. He held it over her breast.

“Shit,” she hissed as the wax dripped on to her nipple. He didn’t stop until her whole nipple was covered in red wax. He did the same the same thing to her left breast.

I didn’t understand what was happening until he came over to me. I looked to the flame; it reflected in Wes’ eyes.

“Urgh!” I grunted out. I tried to tell him not to, but he did, and the wax dripped on my dick. It burned for only a second before quickly cooling. Over and over the hot wax dripped; it was something I would desire again.

My eyebrow twitched. I could feel it and I wanted to cry out, but all I did was take deep breaths through my nose to calm myself down. That seemed to bother him. He wanted me to lose control. Blowing out the candle, he dropped it beside my feet. Reaching down, he rubbed the wax on my cock. The wax came off, but he didn’t stop stroking me.

This is driving me insane.
So close…I was so fucking close.

He never looked away from staring me down.

“I’m going to make you go wild,” he stated as his thumb spread my pre-cum over my tip. I…so close… I was so fucking close, but just like he had with her, he stopped and let me go before I could come.

Instead, he moved back over to his tools and came back with collar. For a second I thought it was for me, his dog Max, but instead, he placed it around Jane’s neck. With a simple tug, he undid the ties around her wrists. She fell forward slightly, placing her arms on his shoulders. He didn’t undo the ones at her feet. Instead, he helped her onto her knees. Using the leash of her collar, he brought her over to me.

“Cum on her,” he demanded, and my eyes went wide. “Don’t you want to? Make her know who she belongs to.”

I couldn’t speak and just stared down at her blindfolded face. I expected her to speak…she could. “Are you waiting for permission? Jane, tell him.”

She swallowed and nodded. “Cum on me Max.”

Fucking Christ, have mercy on me.

“Help him, Jane.” He directed her by putting her hand on my cock and again she nodded. She licked from the base of my cock all the way to the tip.

Jane!
She didn’t stop but just licked like I was the sweetest thing in the world, like my dick was her favorite food. Just like that, she took me into her hot mouth and sucked.

I can’t.

The sounds she made as she sucked. The way she latched on.

“Don’t get greedy, Jane.” Wes tugged on the leash. She took her mouth off me just as my eyes rolled back and I came, hitting her right in the face. It was everywhere, even in her hair. Some even dropped on her lips and she just used her tongue to lick it up. Fucking Christ, it was beautiful.

“Good boy,” he said petting my head. “I’ll let you have a short break before round two.”

Damn him.

Whoever said dreams don’t come true was most likely dreaming about the wrong kinds of things. It only took him twelve minutes to get hard again—a personal best. I had to hand it to him; he was trying to deny how much he enjoyed this and how much more he wanted.

“Oh,” Jane moaned. She, on the other hand, dove head first into everything. She was the perfect submissive and it only turned me on more.

Putting the collar on Max, he didn’t grumble or fight back. Instead, he stayed still when I cut the rope from him. When I took the ball out of his mouth, it dripped with saliva, and he took a deep breath, licking his lips. I used the extra rope to tie his arms behind his back.