Page 7 of Jack's Second Chance
“Is that what you still want, a big family?”
“Amongst other things, yes. Someday. When I find the right person, I hope I’ll have a house just as loud, crazy and full of love as this one is.”
Chapter Four
Kyra
Aftermanypromisesofcoming back for Christmas brunch, Jack and I worked our way out of his parents’ house and back to his place. I was emotionally worn out and socially exhausted. Nothing could have prepared me for the force that is the Saint Family and I knew that going in. When we were younger, Mrs. Saint had invited me and my mom over one year and it was amazing, right until she drank too much and passed out on the bathroom floor. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even face Jack after he helped me get her into the car. I drove home and got her to bed only to find him on my doorstep an hour later, refusing to leave. Moments like that were the ones that made me fall in love with him as a young girl. He could see through the pain and bullshit that was my life, and he was always there. Not in a “I’ll always be there for you” commitment kind of way… he just was.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked as he sat down on his bed and reached for my feet. I nodded as he removed my heels and began massaging the arches. I was a sucker for physical contact, and he knew it. I closed my eyes and laid my head against the headboard, letting out a moan of pleasure.
“Keep that up and I won’t be able to control myself much longer. I’ve tried very hard today, kitten, very, very hard.”
I opened my eyes and looked down at him. It didn’t matter how tired I was. That tone of voice moved something inside of me that pushed away any need my body had other than the need I had for him.
“Who said you need to control yourself?”
“I did. We can’t play tonight.”
“But why? We didn’t drink much, if that’s what you are worried about.”
“It’s not. I stopped drinking hours ago. But you are exhausted. I can see it and I know you will deny it. We won’t play again until we have time to negotiate what we both need from each other. I won’t keep you awake to do all that tonight.”
I crossed my arms and pouted like a small child. He chuckled, and I didn’t even care how ridiculous I might look. I wanted to play. I wanted to fuck, but more than anything else, I wanted him to take his fucking clothes off and hold me. That last thought was terrifying.
“Little girl, that pouting, although adorable, will get you nowhere.”
I sat up and pulled my legs under me as I got to my hands and knees and crawled to him. I straddled his lap and ran my fingers through his hair before I ran my hands down his chest and undid the buttons of his light blue dress shirt.
“Maybe you’re right, no play time tonight… but that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”
“Kitten, you are pushing it.”
“Please… don’t make me beg.”
He raised an eyebrow at me and the corner of his lip turned up. “Beg, you say?”
I knew I could get him. If only I could appeal to the Dom I was with last night. The power trip I was on was like a high. The thing I loved most about being a submissive was I got to hold all the cards in my hand. Most Doms are easy to read and even easier to appeal to. Once we determine the parts of a scene, they shift into the person they want to be. What I craved was that person all day, every day, and in my heart I knew Jack could be that for me.
I got off him and stood, pulling my dress from my body. Because of the cutout in the back, I hadn’t bothered with a bra, so I stood before him in nothing but a black lace thong and got to my knees.
“Sir, would you play with me tonight?” I asked in a sickening sweet voice.
“I told you no, Kitten.”
“But sir, maybe I could show you how badly I need it.”
Jack’s head tilted to the side as I reached for him, untying his dress shoes and removing them and his socks.
“May I take your shirt and belt, sir?”
“Yes.”
I stood and removed his belt, being sure to run my hand along his hardened length. Then I removed his shirt and undershirt, leaving him in nothing but his dress pants. When my hand ran along his chest and to his waistband, he reached for my wrist, pulling me away and pointing to the floor.
I knelt with my hands behind my back and looked down.
“Now that’s a good girl.”
