Belong to You(17)

The elevator doors opened directly to an apartment and Jack attempted to  lead us inside, but my feet were frozen in place. I still hadn't looked  at him. "Where are we?" I whispered, needing assurance about something.

"My apartment, I live here." He stood in place behind me and waited with  the elevator doors open. He wasn't going to force me inside. I  hesitantly stepped forward and out of the car.

I stayed just in front of the elevator doors as they closed behind me.  My head was reeling and I was confused at all that had happened. Jack's  father is Mr. Heston? Jack clearly didn't know I was performing at the  conference, so was it just a coincidence that his father hired me?  Somehow I didn't think so. And why was Jack so angry, I felt like a pawn  in a game that I never agreed to play.         

     



 

Eventually Jack walked around me and into the open space. I looked up to  see where he was going and watched him walk into a huge open modern  kitchen. He leaned against the island counter, his hands behind his neck  clenched. My eyes took him in, I hated that I couldn't help but notice  how beautiful he looked in his tuxedo. His wide shoulders filled the  black jacket and I knew that hidden beneath was a thick strong muscular  body that I wanted to touch.

After a few minutes in silence, he looked up at me. His green eyes  piercing straight through to my heart. He studied my face, as I studied  him. "Did you know he was my father?"

"No." My voice was merely a whisper. "Isn't your date going to look for you?"

"I only brought her to piss off my father. It's what I do." Jack's voice was filled with regret.

He took a deep breath in and studied me for another minute. I watched as  the battle within his mind played out on his face. He was angry and  struggling with something. He stalked to me and picked my up, lifting me  at the knees into his two hands. I let him. Neither of us said a word  as he carried me and kicked open his bedroom door and laid me on the  bed.

Jack's face was still angry and tense as he hovered over me. I was angry  and mad and wanted to tell him to go fuck off, ask him why he hadn't  tried to contact me for three weeks. But every nerve in my body was  electrified, a traitor to my brain. I wanted to ask him if he missed me,  as much as I missed him, but I was afraid of the answer.

I couldn't take his intense stare anymore, I knew I was ready to break.  All of my emotions were flooding me fast - anger, hurt, confused and the  worst of them all, turned on at the sight of the gorgeous man. I turned  my head just as the first tear in my eye escaped. I suddenly wanted to  run away from him, to run and hide and not let him see me that way. But  just as I turned my head away from him, he turned his too and his mouth  closed the inches between us and covered mine. It wasn't a soft building  kiss, it was as if gas met a fire. The outpouring of all of the pent up  emotions in one hair raising, hard, deep frantic kiss. Somehow we  managed to pull off each other's clothes, without every breaking for  air. The minute my hands touched his bare back, all thought escaped my  mind, except having him inside me.

I trailed my nails down the skin of his hot, sleek, hard back, digging  in to bring pain. I don't know why, but I needed him to feel me, feel my  pain and my pleasure. I had never had the urge to bring pain to another  person before, but I couldn't control myself. I felt his mouth tense as  I scarred his back and he bit into my lip in response. The pain sent  pleasure down to my throbbing clit instantly.

He rolled us until I was on top of him, one leg straddling each side of  his thick thighs. I sucked in his lip and bit down. I was so engrossed  in the kiss that I didn't see his hand coming. His large right hand  connected firmly with my ass, making a loud smack. The sting made my  eyes water but my body reacted to the pain without warning. I was on the  verge of an orgasm and I needed him inside of me so badly it hurt. I  rubbed my swollen clit over his long hard cock, desperately seeking  friction. I tried to reach down and grab him in my hand, so that I could  put him inside me, but Jack grabbed my wrists and flipped us again, so  that he was back on top.

With my arms pinned to my sides by his weight, his head dipped and his  mouth greedily covered my nipple. His tongue lashed and swirled and he  bit down hard, elongating my already swollen nub. I moaned in response  and tried to grab at him, but my arms didn't move under his strength. He  licked his way over to my other nipple, applying the same torture. He  bit down until my breath caught, and then sucked in deep. He didn't  release me until it started to burn and I was panting uncontrollably.

He buried his head into my neck and rammed himself deep into me without  warming. I gasped. He was so hard and deep, but it still wasn't enough. I  wanted more. I needed more. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving  just the tip inside of me and then slammed into me hard again, his balls  slapping into my ass. I was desperate for more of him and grinded my  hips up to rock into him, but he pinned me back into place with his  body. He slammed into me over and over again until our bodies were  dripping in sweat and we were both panting for air.

He reached around and lifted my ass into his thrusts, adjusting the  angle to go even deeper. His cock rubbed that place inside of me that  cried out for him, until my body tightened and I began to climax. I  shuttered at his words "Look at me" as my body spiraled longer and  harder than I ever imagined was possible. Jack watched me intently as he  drained every last reflex from my body, before allowing himself to  empty inside of me.         

     



 

I have no idea how long we laid tangled in each other arms, I was exhausted and my body and mind were bruised and battered.



The next morning I woke with an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I reached to my side and touched the cold bed, Jack was gone. I laid  still, listening for signs that he will still there, but my heart knew  the answer before my brain caught up with it. After an hour of allowing  my mind to pretend that Jack had only gone out for breakfast for us and  was coming back, I dragged myself out of bed. The only thing I had to  wear was my evening gown from the night before, so I found Jack's tuxedo  shirt from the night before and put it on. It hung to my knees and I  stupidly allowed my senses to take in Jack's smell as I closed my eyes.

I walked through the penthouse, it was all unfamiliar from the night  before, except the kitchen. I knew there was no note, but I allowed  myself to look for one so that I wouldn't spend the next month beating  myself up that there could have been one that I missed. It was almost 11  o'clock on Sunday morning and even I couldn't convince myself that Jack  had ran out for pressing business.

I snooped around for a little bit, amazed at the expanse of the place  that he lived. There were three bedrooms and five bathrooms. Why would  one man possibly need five bathrooms? The master bath off of his bedroom  was larger than my apartment and had a view of Times Square. I  remembered that Jack's friend Tyler had commented that Jack was wealthy,  but I couldn't have comprehended the magnitude of that statement at the  time.

I searched in his closet for something to wear, dreading the thought of  doing the walk of shame through the hotel in my evening gown on a Sunday  morning. I decided on his tuxedo shirt and a pair of black compressions  shorts to make my escape. Luckily I had packed flip flops in my purse,  knowing that it might take me a few blocks to find an available cab in  Times Square after my performance.

I didn't have a problem hailing a cab right in front of the hotel and I  even made it out without too many odd looks. Walking around Times Square  in a man's tuxedo shirt and compression shorts, while holding an  evening gown, didn't even raise any eyebrows compared to the really  crazy looking people out there.





Chapter 14




My days off were usually Sunday and Monday, so I had two full days for  my pity party. I spent the balance of Sunday going over the last 24  hours in my head. Monday morning I was convinced that Jack was my  destiny and I needed to find him, confront him and make him see the  light. By Monday evening, I had decided that he was a bipolar sexual  deviant and if he ever tried to come near me again, I would get a  restraining order. Needless to say, I was confused and distraught and I  was left with no choice but to fess up to Sienna and seek counseling.

All it took was one simple text. Had a bad night Saturday night … saw  Jack, slept with him, he disappeared again. She was at my door in less  than a half an hour with a bottle of tequila, two quarts of Ben and  Jerry's and her guitar.

"Spill babe, and start from the beginning, we have all night." Sienna  grabbed two shot glasses from the kitchen, which were, incidentally,  also the house warming gift that she gave me when I moved to New York  last month. She plopped herself down on the couch, cracked open the  tequila, poured us shots and I started at the beginning.