Page 16 of Strings Attached
Thankfully, he was a gentleman and helped me out. I wondered what Jack would’ve done if it was him. Yanked me from the car, and fucked me on the hood? My pulse throbbed uncontrollably between my legs, and I pressed them together. It was too much. I needed release, but Jack wasn’t here. At least back home, I could use my toy and think of him.
“Let’s get you inside,” Michael said, continuing with his charming manners.
I scoffed as we entered an apartment building. I didn’t want to go inside; I wanted someone insideme. Preferably Jack.
“First-floor unit?” I asked, my voice sounding far away as he unlocked a door, and we stepped in. I didn’t like those; anyone could come in from the windows. Or patio door. It was too easy. I giggled, recalling how I was on the second floor, and Jack had broken in without an issue. Twice. “Howdidhe get in?”
“What?” Michael asked as he closed the door behind him.
But before he could lock it, someone kicked it open, hitting him right in the face with a loud crunch. There was a muffled groan and blood, but the rest didn’t make sense. I staggered back; it was too loud.
I stared at the familiar black mask as Jack helped me sit on something soft. More moaning was coming from the floor nearby, but I couldn’t seem to look away from the killer.
“Sit here and stay,” he ordered, and I could only nod.
His scent was intoxicating, and I watched as he readjusted his leather gloves. I wanted him to touch me with them. Maybe he would if I asked?
I leaned back in the seat and opened my legs. “I’m horny...”
He crouched in front of me, his gloved hands caressing my inner thighs. “I know, darling girl, but it won’t last much longer. Close your eyes and rest.”
“No,” I said with a pout.
His hand squeezed against my skin, and I winced. “Do as you’re told, and you’ll get a reward.”
I closed my eyes as an expansive feeling seemed to start in my chest and travel outward, as though my extremities were warm and ready to float away. As I drifted away, sounds caught my ear. I tried listening, but the words were jumbled. There were questions. An answer. There was a lot of muffled screaming. I slid to the side and landed on something soft; was I on a sofa? The fabric was rigid, but at least it was comfy.
A whooshing noise caught my attention, and I squinted one eye open. If Jack caught me peeking, I wouldn’t get a reward, but I was too curious not to look. A blade shone in the light as it blurred out of view, plunging down until it vanished from my sight. Over and over. I watched, mesmerized, as it came up more red than before. The silver started to disappear, instead covered in a crimson liquid that dripped and splattered around.
Did he need help? I tried sitting up, but my body refused to obey. Yet everything else was fine. There was no dull pain. No worries or concerns. Slowly, I let out a small giggle as a flood of realization hit me; I was drugged. And it was okay because it felt good. I staggered to my feet, eyes closed as an overflow of energy seemed to burst through me. It was time to go home. I had to leave.
The scent of wood and copper overwhelmed my senses for a second as strong arms wrapped around my waist. I kept my eyes closed as I breathed him in, as though he carried me away to a world of calm.
“Can you walk on your own?” he asked in a hushed tone.
I nodded, letting out a shuddering breath; his voice did something to my insides I couldn’t describe. As though I soaked in his every word.
The smell of the inside of a car. I blinked a few times and frowned. When had I gotten into a vehicle? I was lying in the backseat. Jack drove, still wearing those gloves. That floating feeling didn’t go away, so I closed my eyes again and gripped the side of the seat.
Home. Jack locked the door for me?even put the chain?before turning to me. Those black eyeholes watched me. I swallowed hard.
Before I knew it, I had trudged to my bed and let myself fall onto it. The dress rode up past my panties, and I raised my knees, swinging them side to side.
He sat on the edge of my mattress, and I stopped. Was he going to give me the reward he said he would?
“I feel...” I didn’t know what. It was a whirlwind of different feelings taking over me. I parted my legs and reached in between, rubbing my fingers against the fabric. “I...need...” I still couldn’t find the right words.
He slid his thumb by my soaking entrance, the gloves so warm against my skin, I nearly melted into him. His fingers pushed the panties aside, and he pushed in two fingers in one motion. I arched back and moaned as his knuckles pressed against my clit. With the leather, they seemed so much thicker than I imagined. He thrust in and out in a steady rhythm. I was so wet; they slid in and out with ease.
“You’re dripping all over me,” he nearly growled, and I clenched around his fingers.
His voice radiated through me, and I whimpered. I lifted my dress higher, and he continued pumping, then pushed up my bra.
“More...” I begged.
“More of this?” He slammed in deeper, and I screamed. I rolled my nipple between my thumb and finger, massaging the other breast as pressure built within.
“Voice,” I nearly shouted.
