Bought for Love(43)

There was something incredibly wicked about him watching me do this. “Pull it out.”

No! I wanted to scream, it really felt good and I didn’t want to stop, but I did as he asked. Two of his fingers slid in, and rotated inside me deeply and that was almost as good. Then he removed those, leaving me empty.

“Fuck yourself again, baby.” I didn’t hesitate, embarrassment was the last thing on my mind. I inched that toy in and out of my sex, on the verge of finding paradise. Then his finger slid in my other passage, and stilled.

“Don’t stop.” My hand trembled as I began again, trying not to focus on his other finger riding me in that forbidden way. It was a complete mind trip, the pleasure mingled in with the need to ignore what he was doing. Then what he was doing started adding to pleasure of my own play.

It made no sense, but my thoughts were so consumed with passion that I honestly didn’t care. Until he added another finger, stretching that part of my body in a way that was almost uncomfortable. I stilled my movements.

“If you stop again that sore little ass is going to feel my hand again.” His fingers were embedded so deeply that I groaned, but his words weren’t lost on me. I picked up the rhythm of the toy again, timing it against the push of his fingers inside me. He slid out, I slid in, and oh my stars, was it starting to feel incredible.

When I found release, it was so overwhelming I cried. It was like this emotional dam had burst at being fulfilled so completely that my mind couldn’t handle it. Jack took the toy from my hands after his fingers slid free. Placing it carefully on the nightstand, he held me in his arms, allowing me to find control again.

“You please me so much, little one.”

Wrapped in his embrace, I felt cherished and very satiated. My arms locked around his neck and I held on, afraid to let go. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but the thought of not having him as my anchor was terrifying.

Much later he took me into the bathroom and bathed me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I was awed, overwhelmed, almost to the point of not knowing who I was any longer. None of it mattered, though. As long as he took care of me, I didn’t need to know anything, except that I needed this man.





chapter Twelve





My World


Jack was the center of my universe for the next few months. When he wasn’t working, we were together. The things he taught me, I’m not sure I could explain in a way that would make sense to anyone who hadn’t lived through it. He hadn’t spanked me again. I was so intrigued with the possibilities of how he could pleasure me, I never denied him anything. And pleasure me he did.

By this point, I pretty much knew about every toy a woman could use for pleasure, since he’d opened my eyes to them night after night. Like he’d told me, he only wanted to worship my body, and none of it had been painful. Unless you count being so pleased that I sometimes fell into exhaustion over some of the things he did to me.

Tonight was the first time I had the chance to spend time with my sister. I saw her every day at work, of course, but my nights were always with Jack. I knew she wasn’t happy with the situation, but her disapproval meant nothing compared to what he wanted. Things were pretty strained with Kim and me at the moment, but in all honestly, I couldn’t force myself to feel bad about it.

At her request, we were staying in and she was cooking. The thought of being without Jack for an entire night had me moody, but I was determined to put on a happy face, because she missed our time together. I know it made me a bad sister to wish I was in Jack’s arms instead of there, and I felt a little guilty.

The night started off amicably as I listened to what she and Dante had been up to lately. I knew what was going on with the center, since I spent the days working. Kim had proven herself on so many levels by making it a success and deserved the sense of pride she had over her work.

“So what about you? I feel like we hardly talk anymore.”

I explained how Jack had won the bids for several companies he’d been vying for, and even about the campaign idea he’d shared with me. Gushing in pride over the thought of him running for office, I continued speaking until I finally had to stop and take a breath.

“That’s great for Jack, but I was asking about you.”

My face filled with confusion at her response, because I had no idea what she wanted me to say. “I just told you. Things are great.” Wondering if she needed a vacation already, since she’d not understood me, I smiled.

“No you didn’t. You told me about Jack. I want to know if you’ve done anything for yourself.” Her tone had changed and I didn’t understand why she suddenly seemed upset.