Page 16 of Jack's Second Chance
Kyra
Watchingthesceneinthat back room had me so high-strung I wanted to leave. I wanted to run from the club and straight into Jack’s bed because I’d give anything to have his cock inside of me right now. But he had other ideas. We gained a crowd as soon as we got to the cross. The additional eyes on me only made the beast inside me sneer. I wanted to put on a show and I wanted Jack to be the one to tame me.
“Arms up, Kitten,” he said, standing so close I could feel his breath co-mingling with my own.
I didn’t listen. I stood there looking him dead in the eye with a challenge.
“Oh, I see. This is how you want to play tonight?”
“Yes, sirrrr…” I said, dragging out the word in a sarcastic tone.
“Arms up. Now,” he said as he reached for my arms and held them above my head, “Unless you want me to cut this off of you, stay.”
I held my arms up as he reached for the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my body, only to let them drop back to my sides when he was at my wrists.
His head shook back and forth in a slow motion that made me shake, but I still couldn’t stop. I looked up at him and laughed. That was when he broke. Before I knew what was happening, he yanked the fabric from my wrists and pushed me up against the cross. He secured both my hands as I squirmed under him, pressing my hips forward and trying my hardest to wrap my legs around him. He laughed and pushed me away.
I was pissed, but loved it. He picked up my dress, folding it nicely and placing it on the table next to us as I pulled against the restraints, trying to make a show of wanting to get away. Before we got here, I shared with him what toys I’d be comfortable playing with tonight and I could see they had all been hung for us on the rack. I eyed the bamboo cane, knowing that may just be my downfall tonight.
Jack kneeled in front of me and slipped off both of my heels as he secured my ankles to the cross. Then, without warning, he ripped my thong from my body. I let out a startled scream and was thankful I decided against a bra. Who knows what he would have done with that? I watched as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. There was something insanely erotic about him being dressed like that and me restrained and naked. As much as I wanted to fight him, I didn’t have it in me. I wanted too much right now and if he would give me even a little bit, it would be worth obeying him.
“Kitten, I’m going to warn you only once. If you do not follow instructions, then this pussy will remain empty for the rest of the night. Do you understand?”
His hand between my legs nearly made my knees buckle, but I held my ground and agreed.
“Yes, sir.”
Jack held a blindfold up in front of me. “I will not put this on you. It seems you are enjoying everyone’s eyes on you. If you decide to play games, kitten, it goes on and it will hide all these pretty people from your sight.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now let’s begin.”
His voice made a chill run up my spine, and I loved it. The first thing he reached for was the flogger. It was black leather, with knots tied at the ends. He ran it over my body, warming me up to the feel of it. I closed my eyes and swayed in time with his movement. I had no idea when the first strike would hit or where on my body he placed it and the high of anticipation I felt was the best kind of foreplay.
“Fuck!” I yelled when it finally hit me, wrapping perfectly around my inner thigh. I caught my breath as he moved it slowly over my body again. This time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he evened out the pain, hitting my other thigh in exactly the same place.
“Good girl, you are so pretty when you are in pain,” he groaned as he ran his hand over my thighs where he had just hit me.
“More,” I begged.
Jack just let out a laugh, then stepped back. His aim was impeccable. Strikes came with precision, hitting anywhere he aimed and I cried out with every strike. The pain blurred into pleasure when he changed toys and picked up the riding crop. Again, he tapped it slowly and softly over my body until I relaxed under a false sense of security. When I felt the tip between my legs, my knees gave out. The leather head of the crop hit my wet pussy right over my clit and I nearly came with no way of stopping it.
“Not yet little one, you don’t get to come until I say so tonight,” he growled into my ear as he walked behind me and peppered the backs of my legs and my hips with small stinging hits.
I loved it. I was so in love with everything he was doing to me that I started to slip away into sheer bliss. My body sagged against my restraints, and Jack came up to me. He released my wrists and my ankles and just when I thought he was going to cart me away and fuck me, he turned me around and secured me so my ass was on display for everyone to see. I whimpered as tears ran down my face.
“What’s your number, kitten?”
“Three, my number’s a three,” I cried out in disappointment when he just laughed. He knew what I needed, what I wanted and desired, and there was no way he was going to give it to me.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
His hands ran down my body and over my ass, pressing into a bruise that I knew was still there from the other night.
“My marks are so beautiful on your soft skin. I want more of them, so when I watch you move in the morning, I know you will cringe in pain at the memory of me.”
I wanted to press my legs together for some type of friction to relieve the throbbing need, but it was useless. The restraints kept me spread for him and I saw what he was going for next.
