Endangered Hearts (11 page)

"Come with me.” Leading her by the hand, he crossed to the bathroom and set her on the toilet seat. On his knees, he reached over to put the plug in the tub before turning on the water and adjusting it until the temperature was just right. “Now, get out of those clothes and get your sexy butt into that tub."

She took two steps toward him and put her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly in gratitude. “Jack, I..."

"Shh. Just do what I said. I'll go get us something to drink. I need to relax, and I'm sure you do, too."

"Thanks."

He just smiled and stepped out, closing the door behind him. Abby stripped and eased her tired body into the tub. God, it felt great. Gradually, her sore muscles relaxed from the heated water, and soon she was drifting in a semi-sleepy fog. Avoiding thoughts of Scotty, Abby focused her musings on Jack and all that he had done for her.

She heard the door open and lifted her eyelids to see Jack holding out a glass of white wine. She reached up for it, “Umm. Perfect."

His eyes roved over her body, lingering on the pointed peaks just visible above the waterline. “Perfect, indeed."

Blushing a little at her body's blatant reaction to his nearness, Abby tried to pretend an indifference she didn't feel. She pushed herself up a little, took a sip from the wineglass, and looked up to meet Jack's eyes. Her blush deepened as his hot stare touched every inch of her bare breasts and lowered to linger on her feminine curls. His expression tightened and then his clear blue eyes were stabbing into hers. Bringing her drink to her lips again, she tilted her head back and drained the wine before holding the empty glass out to Jack. He took it and set it on the counter behind him then knelt down beside the tub and reached out a single finger to stroke across a burgeoning nipple, causing it to tighten even more. “You're mine, Abby."

Abby nodded in acknowledgement. Why try to deny what they both knew?

"And I won't let anything happen to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I know. Jack?"

"What, angel?"

"Make love to me, please."

He took her hand, helping her out of the tub and stood there for several moments just staring at her wet, naked body. Leaning in, he took a deep breath, seeming to absorb her very essence into him and his hands came up to cup her face. Staring into her eyes, he appeared to be searching for something in her expression. She didn't know what he needed from her, but she knew that whatever it was, she wanted to give it to him.

Raising herself onto her toes, she moved close enough to press her lips against his. For a moment, he stood still, passively accepting the caress, but then his hands tightened against her cheeks, and his tongue pushed between her lips, taking control. As his hand moved to the back of her head, he repositioned her so that he could kiss her even deeper.

From sweet to hot in a matter of seconds, Abby felt like she was melting into his passion. Jack picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed and following her down. She was wet from her bath, but he didn't seem to notice. His hips forced her legs to part, and his pelvis ground into hers.

"Just looking at you, being near you, makes me crazy,” he muttered into her ear, and his tongue traced a slow, erotic pattern around the edge before he bit lightly on the lobe and sucked it into his mouth. His hips set up a slow, firm rhythmic pressure against her pussy.

"Oh, Jack. That feels so good."

He paused and rose up to look at her. “Will you let me have complete control tonight, angel?” he asked in that husky voice.

"Control?” she didn't know what he meant, but she knew that she would let Jack do anything to her that he wanted.

"Yes. I want to tie you up, sweetheart. Will you let me? I need to know that you trust me to keep you safe no matter what."

She paused, thinking about what he had asked for a moment. She had never played any bondage games before, but the thought excited her more than she would have thought. She nodded. She wanted to turn everything over to Jack, not to have to think about anything. “Yes, Jack. I trust you."

He reached across the bed and picked up a length of rope that he had placed there earlier. “Are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure.” She smiled and held out her hands.

He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied, pulling it tight enough so that she could not get loose. Then he eased her arms above her head and knotted the dangling lengths around the rails of the iron headboard. When he sat back and looked at her, his eyes blazed. “God, you look gorgeous. All spread out before me like a delicious buffet."

Next, he picked up a black cloth. “Can I blindfold you, too, Abby? It'll make everything much more intense.” His blue eyes held hers. “When you can't see what I'm doing, your other senses become enhanced."

Abby nibbled at her bottom lip for a moment, just a twinge of uncertainty filling her. But then she looked at Jack. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her. After a moment she said, “Okay, Jack. Go ahead."

He bent over her and covered her eyes with the cloth, lifting her to tie it around the back of her head. He sat back and studied her. “There. Can you see anything?"

Abby shook her head, quite stimulated from the position she now found herself in, tied up and blindfolded in her lover's bed. She could feel his hip brushing hers and hear the soft sound of his breathing. The scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils.

Jack stared down at Abby's prone body, unbelievably aroused by the sight of her bound and helpless in his bed. Her breathing was coming in short gasps from between her parted lips, and her breasts rose and fell in concert. Rosy nipples pouted up at him in aroused anticipation of his touch. As his eyes moved down her body, her tiny waist with its sweetly indented navel caught his attention. He wanted to see his ring pierced through that spot. His eyes lit with a gleam. He'd have to see about getting Abby one. Thinking of her with that badge of his ownership on her body heightened his hunger. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could see the wetness on her cunt, already preparing itself for the penetration of his cock, the cock that right now strained almost painfully against his jeans.

"Jack?"

"Shh, baby, I'm here. Just admiring the view."

"I want you to touch me,” the words came out in a whispered plea.

"I will angel. But the anticipation is half the fun. Be patient."

Deciding to keep her in suspense just a few moments longer, Jack let his eyes trace back up her body to the bound hands stretched above her head. A tenderness and longing filled him. God, he loved her so. And she loved him, too. That was clear to him now. He just had to get her to say the words, to admit her feelings. He knew it was not in Abby's nature to allow a man to do to her the things she was allowing, giving up all control, unless she loved him.

At last, he bent down, licked one straining nipple, and then blew across it, watching the point tighten, before taking it into the hot warmth of his mouth. Abby gasped and her hips arched up off the bed at the unexpected touch. With nothing more than his lips, tongue, and teeth, he worked over her nipple with the passion of an artist for his masterpiece. Tugging, sucking, and rolling the peak between his lips, he soon had Abby writhing on the bed and trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. Then he transferred his attention to her other nipple and bestow on it the same treatment. Her pleas and moans filled the room.

Moving his mouth lower, he paused at her navel to give it a sharp stinging little bite in just the spot he had promised himself she would one day wear his gift. Abby cried out when he nipped the sensitive skin of her belly. Then Jack was moving again, nibbling his way down to where he most longed to be. Using his hands, he pushed Abby's legs wide apart and back, opening her completely to his hot stare. Her cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, pink and glistening with arousal. Delicate red-gold curls barely concealed her outer lips from his sight, and he reached up with his hands to pull the flesh aside so he could see all the secrets of her body. He bent over to smell the enticing aroma of her arousal.

"God, Jack. Please."

He grinned, looking up at her head, which was tossing back and forth on the pillow, her long hair spread out around her, the blindfold snug against her flushed face. “Please, what, angel?"

"You know.” Her hips strained towards him.

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Put your mouth on me, please."

"Where? Where do you want my mouth? Here?” He kissed her thigh. “No? How about here?” Another kiss, this time on her hip. Her head tossed back and forth in denial. “Where then? Say it, baby."

He watched her gnaw her lip and then whisper, “My cunt, Jack. Lick my cunt, please."

"My pleasure, baby.” He smiled at her capitulation.

Jack bent down to trace the tip of his tongue over Abby's heated center. Around and around, his tongue explored the delicate tissue, but carefully avoiding any contact with her clitoris. Soon Abby's moans grew louder, and it was all Jack could do not to throw himself on her and sink his aching cock into those heated depths. But he wanted her to remember this night for a long time, wanted the passion that they shared to fill her mind and body to the point that she would never again want another man. She was his, and tonight he was going to prove that to her.

Drawing out her pleasure, he placed stinging love bites on her parted thighs, grasping a small bit of skin high on the inside of her leg, he sucked on it, leaving a small red circle to mark his ownership. “I love seeing my mark on your body,” he told her. Then he reached out with a long finger and manipulated her swollen clit.

"God, Jack."

"What, Abby. Tell me what you need. Beg for it."

"Make me come. Please, make me come. Please, please.” She moaned her desire in a huskily aroused voice.

He eased forward and took a dildo from the bedside table.

When Jack returned to his spot between her legs, he took the fake cock and stroked it through her wetness once, twice, until it was poised at the entrance to her core. Then Jack pushed it into her. It was very large and he knew it would fill her almost to the point of pain. Waiting a moment to allow Abby to adjust to the size, he pulled it out only to shove it back in. Abby strained and arched into the movement. Before long, she was crying and begging him. “Let me come, Jack. Please. I need to come so bad. I can't take any more.” He leaned forward, his mouth clamping down over her clit and began sucking hard.

She stiffened. “Yes, yes, oh, God, Jack.” She climaxed hard against his mouth, and he licked up her juices as they flowed from her pussy until her spasms died.

Jack withdrew the dildo and turned her over. “What are you doing?” Abby asked, moving into the new position.

"It's all right, angel.” Jack soothed. “Just relax. I promise you will love this.” He tugged at her hips until she was on her hands and knees. He bent over her, stretching across her back to caress her hands where they were tied in front of her, before sliding up her arms to her shoulders. Brushing her hair to the side, he began nibbling down her back, and she shivered from the feel of his tongue as it began tracing a path down her spine. When he reached her heart-shaped buttocks, he placed another love-bite on a rounded cheek. Then his hands separated the cushioned mounds and he licked down the tender crevice. Abby jerked, trying to pull away. “No, Jack. Don't do that."

"Yes, Abby. Don't fight me. Let me do this. I want to."

"But, Jack..."

"Let me, Abby.” His commanding tone silenced her, and he felt her body relax back into his hands.

Again, Jack bent to brush a kiss against the sensitive spot. Then he pushed his finger into her pulsing cunt, wetting it with her own cream, before pulling it out and probing against the tight anal opening. “Have you even had a man take you here, angel?” he questioned her as his finger began breaching her.

"Nooo,” she moaned as he pushed further inside her, before pulling out and pushing again until his finger was all the way in. “Please, Jack, I don't know if I like this."

"Oh, baby, you were made for it.” He pumped his finger again, out and in, twisting and turning. He stretched her opening, adding another finger to the first. After a few more strokes, he took his fingers out. “I won't fuck your ass today, baby, but soon, it will be mine."

He pressed his cock into her aching pussy and began thrusting into her very slowly at first. Once he was fully seated inside her he paused a moment before easing himself out until only the tip remained inside her. He repeated the motion again, drawing pleas from Abby.

"Jack, please."

"You know you have to tell me what you want."

"Hard. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.” He gave her what she needed, beginning to pound into her. Abby's arms stiffened as she braced herself on the bed, his forceful strokes almost pushing her into the headboard. Her bound hands curled around the rails, and she lowered her head and chest to the bed in an effort to gain some leverage. The change in position sent him deeper into her with each thrust. His hand came around to cover her throbbing cunt, and his finger pressed against her clit. With each stroke of his cock, his finger moved harder against the aching flesh until she cried out. Bucking against Jack's hand, his cock hammering into her, she tumbled over the pinnacle in a second orgasm, screaming out her satisfaction.

"Yes, baby. Come for me. That's the way. God you feel so good."

"I love you, Jack.” Abby gasped the words out.

"I love you, too, angel. I love you, too.” He thrust one last time before his cum shot up into her pulsing core.

Long minutes later, he rolled from her relaxed body and reached up to untie her wrists and remove the blindfold before pulling her against his side to cuddle, her head on his shoulder. She lay in his arms, breathing heavily, for several minutes. Finally, in a hesitant voice, she asked, “Jack, did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

She froze. The hand, which had been rubbing over his stomach, stopped. She raised herself up and stared down at him. His eyes twinkled up at her, and hers narrowed. “Mean what? Mean what? You rat. You dirty rat."