His plan had been to wine her and dine her, to eat a leisurely meal with the woman he’d never thought to be out on a real date with and just stare at her for a while, knowing she was there and wasn’t leaving, and knowing he could do whatever he wanted to do to her whenever he wanted to do it. After that he had planned to seduce her, to spend a few minutes laying down the ground rules for the next three days so she’d know exactly how kinky he was and could tell him honestly whether or not she could handle it.
His good intentions flew out the proverbial window the second he walked through the doors and saw her. She was sitting on the bed with her hands on her lap, her hair pulled back into its deathly tight bun, those ugly as sin black spectacles perched on the tip of her nose, and was wearing the drabbest, most godforsaken unfashionable blue skirt and prim cotton shirt he’d ever had the displeasure of seeing.
Goddamn, he wanted her so bad he almost came in his trousers.
Jack’s eyes flicked over to the far side of the room where black handcuffs dangled from the ceiling. His gaze narrowed in arousal as he slowly walked towards her. “Stand up,” he said thickly. “Now.”
She bit her lip. It was then that he realized how much of a difference the professor clothes made for her too. She didn’t see this as a game any more than he did now. Suddenly it was very real to her that Dr. Kris Torrence was about to get fucked long and hard by Jack McKenna—a man who for all intent and purposes had been her nemesis for two solid years.
“Only when we have sex, Krissy,” he rumbled out. “I only want and expect your submission when we have sex.”
She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she stood up.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he reached for her spectacles and absently tossed them into a nearby chair. He took her hand and led her to the far side of the hut. When they were there, he turned her around to face him.
She looked scared—real scared. Without a doubt the reality of the situation had at last dawned on her.
Was she regretting the fact that the man she’d spent two years of her life going toe to toe with had purchased her and now held the upper hand? Jack wondered. He felt sick at his stomach when it occurred to him that she might be wishing she was with the Frenchman right now, or with any man but himself.
His jaw clenched. He’d spent nine thousand dollars to have these three days with her and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to keep her until the last possible second. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for Dr. Kris Torrence in real life off of the island, but here she was his and that’s all the further he could think for now. When the three days were over he’d worry about the rest. “Take off your shirt. Slowly. I want to watch.”
Her eyes widened fractionally. She glanced away and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. The drab cotton garment was buttoned clear up to the neck, so it took her a solid minute of unbuttoning before the shirt finally hung all the way open, exposing her full cleavage to him.
Jack breathed in deeply. His rough hands reached for her breasts, sliding beneath the shirt and gently palming them. She sighed breathily as she closed her eyes.
“Open them,” he said firmly as his thumbs began massaging her nipples into stiff peaks. The idea of her thinking about another man made him feel like a possessive animal guarding his territory. His nostrils flared. “I want you to look at me.”
Kris opened her eyes slowly, the arousal making it hard to concentrate on keeping them that way.
He massaged her nipples for a solid minute, his cock stiffening as he listened to her soft moans, before his hands released her breasts and removed the shirt entirely from her body. She bit her lip as she watched the drab garment fall to the ground.
“Now unzip my pants,” he said thickly, his eyelids heavy.
She took a deep breath and blew it out. Slowly, so slowly that he thought his balls would go blue before she finished, she reached for his fly and carefully unzipped it.
Jack’s jaw clenched hotly as he slowly backed her up into a corner. “Relax, professor,” he murmured. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
Kris glanced up at him and held his gaze. After a long, tense moment had passed she nodded—a definitive gesture that made him realize that, in this at least, she trusted him. Oddly, that small gesture got him even hotter, made him want her even more.
When they were in the corner of the hut, he reached up for the black handcuffs, pulling down the lever they were suspended to as he brought them into her line of vision. He saw her eyes go wide, but she said nothing to stop him from continuing.
“Slip into these,” he murmured as he held first one and then the other out to her.
She did so hesitantly, gasping when he released his hold on the black velvet handcuffs and the lever went up, bringing her arms high above her head and thrusting out her breasts. Her breathing grew a bit labored as she stared at him wide-eyed, probably wondering how smart she’d been to acquiesce.
Jack’s large callused hands settled at the tops of her breasts, then slowly worked their way down. His eyes narrowed in desire when he heard her breath rush out and felt her nipples further stiffen underneath his palms.
“Get on your knees,” he said hoarsely, as he reached for his unzipped trousers and pulled his thick cock out.
Her eyes widened. “But the lever—”
He pressed his palm to her lips. “No questions,” he said firmly. “Rule number one: never ask me questions in the bedroom.” His eyes grew heavy-lidded. “Just do as you’re told,” he murmured.
Her nipples visibly tightened even more at his words, the stiff peaks stabbing out for attention. He flicked one back and forth with his index finger, making her groan, and realized that sexually they had been made for each other.
An inexplicable part of him needed this control, this power, in the bedroom. The primitive part of his male brain needed to feel as though he and his cock were being worshipped and longed for, as though both of them were as addicting as drugs. And as though both of them had sexual access to their mate at any time they craved it.
The catch was that Jack had only just recently realized that he didn’t want his woman to be docile and worshipping outside of the sexual realm. Which made his little witch perfect for him. The next trick would be getting her to realize the same thing within the next three days.
Jack’s eyes narrowed in arousal as he watched her take to her knees, kneeling before him. The lever stretched down to accommodate her, just as he’d known it would. “Put him in your mouth,” he said thickly. “Suck on him.”
She hesitated for a second, then brought her face level with his erection.
When her full lips closed over the head of his cock, when her eyes closed as she slowly began taking him all the way into her throat, his teeth gritted. He’d never been harder in his life than he was at this moment, watching the woman he’d thought hated him kneel submissively before him and take his cock into her mouth. She was topless and handcuffed, kneeling before him with that deathly tight bun, her cunt still concealed from him by the blue knee-high skirt she wore. Finally—
finally
—he had his professor just as he wanted her.
“Come on, baby,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve been waiting for this for two goddamn years.”
Kris hesitated for the briefest of moments then went wild on him. She took him all the way into her mouth until the tip of his manhood reached the back of her throat, then out again. She did it over and over, faster and faster, again and again, deeper and—
Her eyes closed on a groan as she sucked him off, seductive moaning sounds erupting from the back of her throat.
“Oh Jesus,” he muttered as he grabbed the back of her head. His nostrils flared when he caught a glimpse of the professor’s deathly tight red bun bobbing back and forth as she sucked on him, the prim hairdo more arousing than words could say. “Faster,” he gritted out, his breathing increasingly labored. “Make me cum, baby.”
She sucked on him faster, concentrating on going up and down the middle of his shaft to the ruby red tip with her lips, sucking his cock up and down, faster and faster. Jack could hear the slurping sounds she was making, the arousing way she kept moaning while she sucked him off. He watched the long, thick length of himself disappear into the warmth of her mouth over and over, again and again…
He closed his eyes on a growl, his teeth gritting as he spurted his cum inside of her mouth. He groaned as she drained his balls, frantically suckling him while her lips squeezed together to extract all of his juice.
“Keep drinking from him, baby,” he said hoarsely, his hips thrusting toward her. His breathing heavy, he cradled her head in close to him, wanting her to devour his cock, much the way a woman wants a man to devour her pussy when he’s making her violently cum.
She kept sucking him until his penis was partially flaccid. Only then, when his sporadic breathing had returned to semi-normal and his balls were laying empty nestled under his cock, did her lips begin nibbling at the head, sucking out any remaining cum from the tiny hole.
“Shit,” he muttered as her face finally bobbed back up into his line of vision. He reached for her hair and removed the clasp from it. “You’re gonna be doing that a lot over the next three days,” he promised her on a growl. She said nothing to that, just stared at him with her breasts heaving up and down, waiting for him to issue his next command.
Jack tossed the hair clasp over his shoulder, then came down on one knee to remove the ugly skirt. He took it off quickly, grunting in arrogant pleasure when he noticed she’d kept the black thong on rather than changing back into those god-awful cotton grandma drawers he’d seen in the valise.
He rose up from his knee and took a step back to look his fill at her. His nostrils flared as his dark gaze roamed the length of her body, taking in the heady picture she made. His professor, naked save the black thong, on her knees kneeling before him, her hands suspended above her head with handcuffs, her dark red hair spilling down in a cascade, just as he’d fantasized for the past two years of one day having her.
He cupped her chin with his hand. “Stand up,” he growled, his cock growing erect already. Sweet Jesus, he’d never gotten this hard this quickly two minutes after emptying his balls. “The first time I fuck you,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded as she slowly rose to her feet, “I’m going to mount you from the front so I can watch your face when I sink into your cunt.”
He saw her shiver at that, but she said nothing.
“And then I’m going to fuck you from behind, ramming into you until I cum.” His index finger flicked at her erect nipple. “Then I’ll feed you and let you get some sleep before I fuck you again,” he purred.
He saw her swallow slowly as her cat-like green eyes rose up to meet his. She looked nervous, but willing, and he had to wonder why she was still so nervous given the fact she’d just drained him dry.
Maybe, Jack thought on a grunt as he reached up to release the lever so he could tie her to the one above the bed, maybe she’d finally figured out that when the three days were up he was still keeping her.
* * * * *
Her breathing labored, her breasts heaving up and down as she lay completely naked and spread eagle on the king sized bed, Kris watched in anticipation as Jack slowly finished undressing before her. She was scared to have sex with him and scared not to have sex with him, but she knew with all certainty that she wanted this time with him. Knew too that there was little to be done about her hesitation at this juncture.
The big bruiser could break her heart if she let him, she realized, so she didn’t want to have feelings for him. But she could no sooner stop the way she felt than she could stop the sun from rising in the east or setting in the west.
Emotions are a horrid thing, she decided on a sigh. Especially when you aren’t certain of the other person’s emotions. And especially when after two years of a tense, battling relationship with the man undressing before you, you come to care for him in a way you hadn’t expected.
She likened it to falling in love at first sight with the enemy, to running down a battlefield with guns and grenades in hand, then come to a halt at the last possible second and decide to make love instead of kill each other. That’s what this felt like—surreal and unbelievably confusing.
Up until the moment she had donned her professor’s garb, which for all intent and purposes where Jack was concerned might as well be battle fatigues, she had carried around this torch of hope that maybe this inexplicable spark between them could extend beyond the island and become something more than what it was when they left this place. But when she’d donned the clothes…
She took a deep breath and blew it out. For the first time the surreality of the situation had come crashing down on her.
That irritatingly sexy eyebrow of his shot up. “Having second thoughts, professor?” he grumbled. “Because it’s a bit too late for that.” His jaw clenched as he threw his boxer shorts into the chair her spectacles were laying in. “You’re all mine for three days,” he growled.
She smiled, which she could tell confused him. “No second thoughts,” she whispered as her gaze raked the length of his impressive body.
Just wondering how I’ll be able to walk away from you when the three days are done.