Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Cameras everywhere?” she asked. “In here?”
“Yes.”
“Jack, that’s crazy.”
“Have to guard you. I can’t let you be taken again.” He set her down in front of the toilet.
Then he crouched and drew off her pajama bottoms and knickers. She could feel herself blushing. Especially, when he stood and helped her sit.
“Jack,” she murmured.
“Just let me? Please.” The please was wrenched out of him. As though he didn’t want to say it, but would do whatever was necessary to get her to agree.
“Okay, Sir Daddy.” She peed quickly and tidied herself up before he could offer to help.
He then washed her hands for her before leading her to the bed. Once she was on her side, he curled around her back, sliding one hand down under her pajama bottoms and knickers so he was cupping her pussy.
He slid a finger slowly between her lower lips. “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” she replied. She wasn’t sure she’d sleep this way. But she’d take it. Anything to get him to rest.
“I won’t let anything happen to you again. I swear it.”
“I know, Sir Daddy. I know you won’t.” She patted his arm lightly. “I’m safe, Jack. We’re both safe. Just relax. Let it go.”
He fell quickly asleep, and to her shock, she found herself drifting off too.
55
Maggie woke to waves of pleasure filling her.
She gasped.
“Okay?” Jack asked from behind her. “If it’s not, tell me. I’ll stop. I woke to you wet around my finger and I couldn’t stop myself.”
Oh God. She might be embarrassed by that if she wasn’t so turned on.
“It’s . . . it’s better than okay. Please. I need . . . ”
“It’s all right, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” He rolled her onto her back and undid the buttons of her top so he could suck on her nipples.
More pleasure rushed through her as he held his fingers up to her lips. “I need you to make them all wet.”
She took them into her mouth. She could taste herself on them and she moaned.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? You’re doing so well. I’m going to make you feel so good. You want to feel good, don’t you?”
She did. She really did.
“All you have to do is lie there. Let me do all the work.”
“I want to touch you,” she complained as he removed his fingers.
“No. You’re not allowed to touch.”
“I don’t like the word allow.”
“Tough.” He drew her bottoms and knickers down off her legs before spreading them wide. “So beautiful.”
He leaned in and licked along her slit. She was so wet she wasn’t sure why he’d needed her to wet his fingers.
Then two fingers slid into her passage.
“Please, Jack,” she begged as he flicked at her clit with his tongue.
Reaching down, she grabbed his hair in her hands.
“Uh-uh. Every time you touch me, it’s five more minutes of torture before you get to come.”
She whimpered but removed her fingers.
“Oh, and you have to ask permission to come.”
She wouldn’t survive. It was total torture. His fingers rubbed that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back in her head. His tongue flicked at her swollen nub.
“Please. I need to come.”
“Not yet.”
So. Mean.
She sucked in gasps of air, trying to think of something to distract herself.
“Please! Please!”
“Two more minutes.”
What the heck? She wouldn’t last. She was going to come. It was building inside her, hot and furious.
“Come, baby. Come for me right now.”
She screamed as she came, her thighs pressing around his face as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her.
The door slammed open, making her cry out. Jameson stood there, looking slightly wild, brandishing a . . . pen?
“Oh fuck. I thought something was wrong.” His gaze was on her breasts, then it moved down to where Jack was between her legs.
“Jack!” She reached for the blankets as Jack pulled himself up, bringing them with him to cover her.
“You all right, Jameson?” Jack asked.
“Yep. Yep. I’m sorry. I’m just . . . going to leave.”
After the door closed, she turned to Jack. Only to find him smiling. Then he broke into laughter.
“Jack! It’s not funny!” She slapped his shoulder.
“It was a little bit funny.” He lay on his back, laughing. “Did you see his face? He didn’t know where to look!”
“You aren’t worried about other men seeing me naked?” she asked.
He rolled her onto her back, looming over her. Her breath caught in fear for a second.
This is Jack. He won’t hurt you.
“Fuck.” He immediately rolled back and lifted her on top of him. “I won’t hurt you, baby. Not ever.”
“I know. It was just . . . I don’t know, instinct? Learned trauma? I don’t know.” He sat up and scooted backward so he was leaning against the headboard with her in his lap, straddling his hips.
She blushed as she realized she was basically naked, her top hanging off her arms but open at the front. While he wore a T-shirt and boxer shorts.