Page 43 of Jacqueline's Quest

“So much yes,” AJ said.

Murray jerked beside her again. She slid her gaze between him and Jaqueline. The woman wore a serene expression while she continued to eat. Murray's lips were parted. His eyes were closed. Shit, it felt good to have her rubbing his cock. He wanted more of it. Craved more. He slipped down into his chair, trying to get closer to Jaqueline, so she could add a bit more pressure. The downside, if she did it just right, he'd be creaming his jeans—not that he cared though. It was cum after all and nothing to be embarrassed by.

A moan fell from Murray’s lips as he took a bite. “So good.”

He continued to eat, trying to play off what was happening between him and Jaqueline. However, it was getting harder by the minute, literally. She used the tips of her toes to caress the head of his dick, pressing down on the spongy flesh. The inside of his jeans was sticky with precum and his balls ached. Heat filled his cheeks and chest as arousal pooled low in his groin. Okay, maybe he’d be a little bit embarrassed if he shot his load in the dining room with everyone watching. Still, he didn’t want Jaqueline to stop. Each pass of her foot sent another tingle of bliss through him. It was fucking amazing. He’d been half-tempted to yank his zipper down and start stroking off on her foot.

His mind churned with lewd ideas. He wondered what her big tits would look like with his cum all over them. Or what she’d sound like when she climaxed in his arms. Or if her nipples would taste just as sweet as the rest of her. He closed his eyes. The more he thought about fucking her and hearing her, the closer he inched toward coming. He had to get it together.

The clank of a utensil broke through the haze surrounding him, but at the same moment, Jaqueline pressed harder and he bit back a moan. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, but he didn't care. His sole focus was on Jaqueline and the way she touched him. Murray took another bite of his food, using the moment to still his racing heart and calm his overheated libido.

Thomas stood then and came around the table. The grin on his face drew Murray’s attention to the hand holding the tablecloth up while AJ was under said table. His gaze snapped to Jaqueline who continued to stroke him, unfazed by AJ seeing their little game. Pride filled him along with excitement and gut-twisting need. Luca's suggestion had worked perfectly for his innocent subbie.

Thomas cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at AJ, waiting for her to reappear. When she did, the surprised look on her face was enough to make Murray chuckle under his breath. She'd been caught red-handed, the dirty girl.

"Sorry." She picked up a clean fork before going back to her meal while every so often giving Murray a quick glance as though she'd had a million questions to ask him, but didn’t know where to start.

He tipped his beer to his mouth while Jaqueline’s gaze bore into Murray. When he lowered the bottle, she twisted her foot, adding just a bit of a pain to the pleasure already coursing through him. He clenched his hands into fists on the table while his whole body was pulled tighter than a bow. His breath came in shallow pants.

He groaned.

“Jaqueline,” Murray muttered, his tone gritty and filled with sexual ardor.

“Si, esclavo?”

“I believe,” Murray grunted, “I believe we should go to our room.Now.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Jaqueline arched a brow as she crossed her arms, pushing her boobs higher.

Murray ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Please?”

"Better," Jaqueline answered. "You're right. We should." She stood and started for the exit. When she'd gotten halfway, she did a half-turn and motioned for Murray to follow.

Murray stumbled out of the dining room, hot on Jaqueline's heels. The whole time they'd been eating dinner she kept her stocking foot pressed to his hard dick, rubbing him. The friction of having the rough denim across his balls should have left him feeling raw, instead, he'd been so fucking hard. Going commando had always been his thing, tonight solidified why he enjoyed it so much.

“Shit you got me twisted in knots,” he murmured when he joined her in the small foyer separating the dining area from the rest of the house.

“Oh? Are you expecting me to apologize?” She lifted her chin in a superior fashion.

“Fuck no.” Murray pinned her to the wall behind her and pressed his lower body to hers. “What can I do to please you, Madame Jacqueline?” Being with Jaqueline earlier taught him one thing, when he let go of his control, magical shit happened. He had to live in the moment if he wanted to experience it again.

A bright pink flush covered Jaqueline’s cheeks. “I—”

When they’d discussed the mission early on, he realized how innocent she still was. Jaqueline spent more time caring for her family and when she wasn’t doing that, she was saving the world. She’d never given herself a chance to explore her sexuality. The thought of him being able to guide and experience it with her... It was an honor and a privilege. Of course, being the asshole he was, he boxed up the information gleaned off of her the first days of their mission and packed it away—until it smacked him in the face while working with Luca. As much as he needed to learn how to be a sub, she had to learn how to be a Domme. She had to say what she wanted and how she wanted it without embarrassment. The little exercise Luca gave her, sparked something within Jaqueline and her switch had been flipped.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers, before settling into a steamy kiss. They were combustible together and he had to show her they could do this, even if he’d been out of his element. He had to coax the vixen he knew lay underneath the inexperienced veneer out and hope commanding woman from Luca’s playroom, stayed out.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be leading this,” she said, frowning.

“Yes, you are. Show me what you’re made of, Madame,” he goaded.

Determination filled her features as she pushed him to the floor then braced her spiked heel against his shoulder. “E-eat my pussy. M-make it sloppy.” She inched the hem of her dress exposing the thigh-high stockings and the garter she wore.

“Why Madame Jacqueline, you’re not wearing any panties,” he said before pressing a kiss to her thigh.

“The easier access for you to eat my pussy.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut.Shit, what’s wrong with me. My eyes don’t fucking flutter.“You got me on edge here and a bit out of control.”

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