There was not an ounce of condemnation in the Dom’s question. He was merely attempting to outline the relationship.
“We share our wife. But I am the head of the household.”
“Well, your wife is topping from the bottom,” Leo accused. “I can’t let the rest of the subs see her get away with it. Twenty tonight, over my knee, right now.”
Everything in Jack tensed. Abby could feel his panic. His voice was low, and she couldn’t stand the defeated sound of his reply. “We’ll be out of here in an hour. Julian, I’m sorry. Consider my membership revoked. Come along, Abby. Sam, I expect you to pack whatever you need and meet us in the lobby.”
“No!” Abby reached for his hand. Jack did business with the members of this club. It meant something to him. It was the whole reason she wanted to come here. She wanted to see this side of him. It had been the first place he’d called home. Now she would be the reason he lost it. Jack growled at her. She kept her head down, but she couldn’t keep quiet. “Please, Jack. Please don’t. I couldn’t live with it. I’ll do whatever he asks. I can handle it. Please don’t let this happen.”
His hand found her chin again, and his expression was softer now. “Abigail, he could hurt you.”
“Nothing will hurt me more than knowing I did this to you.” She could feel the tears streaming down her face. “Please?”
He forced her to look him straight in the eyes. His gaze was steady. “I will never allow another man to put his hands on you like that. Do you understand me? I don’t care what you’ve done or what their rules are. I only trust Sam. This relationship is between the three of us. I won’t let anyone else in, not even for a moment, no matter what it costs me. All right?”
Though it hurt her heart, she knew he wouldn’t move. She nodded.
“Leo, I wonder if you would indulge me.” Julian’s voice cut through Abby’s misery. “If Jackson administers the punishment, will you be satisfied? He is serious. He will leave and not come back rather than allow you to touch her. It will more than likely cost me a friendship I would prefer not to lose.”
The slight incline of the dungeon master’s head indicated his assent. “But I expect him to take this seriously. It’s obvious to me he has no control over his subs. He needs to reestablish control or allow them their freedom so they can find more appropriate masters.”
“How about you let me worry about my wife and my partner, and you keep your hands off of her.” Jack took a threatening step toward the other man. “Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at her. You don’t want to punish her. You want to get your hands on her. It’s not going to happen while I’m still breathing. Get me a chair.”
Jack hauled her up, and Abby let him. If this was what it took, she could handle it. Hell, a part of her was already soft and wet. Deep down it was what she had hoped for. She glanced around at the crowd of people watching while Jack was brought a chair. They were going to watch him spank her. She hadn’t really hoped for this part. She felt her skin flush as they watched her.
Julian and Leo seemed particularly interested, but Sally’s head was up, too. There was a strangely familiar face in the back. He had black, fashionably tousled hair and wore very trendy clothes. He was young, but he watched the scene before him with a fascination that was hard to miss. An older man in a suit, however, stood just behind the young man, and his disdain shone on his pinched face. It took Abby back to a time when she saw that look on a lot of people’s faces. She felt seventeen again, with the contempt of her hometown all around her. She’d been young and pregnant, and they’d called her a whore.
“Abigail.” Jack’s voice brought her back to reality. He sat on one of the office chairs from the horny ad execs scene. “Come here.”
She turned away from the man with the disgusted expression. The rest of the room didn’t seem shocked at what was about to happen. They were excited. A little thrill went through Abby. Screw the guy in the back. She wasn’t going to let people like that affect her anymore. She walked to Jack and let him pull her over his lap.
Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth went dry as Jack’s big hands stroked up her legs and began to push her skirt up. She was suddenly glad she’d fought Sam on her choice of underwear. He’d pushed for a thong, but she was eager to wear the cute silk bikinis that matched her corset. Now it would give her a bit of modesty.
“What the fuck?” Jack fingered the underwear. “Since when do I allow you to wear panties? Get me a knife.”
So much for modesty. She felt a little touch of metal as Jack cut the super-expensive underwear off her body. She watched them fall to the side.
“You’re just running wild aren’t you, baby?” She felt his erection poke at her belly. She would do just about anything to get to that hard cock. God, she’d missed him so much. Abby felt her eyes fill with tears. He’d been right there and yet so far away for the last couple of months. This was the first time she’d felt close to him in months, and it pierced her heart.
“Twenty,” she heard Leo say.
That was a mighty big number, but before she could protest, Jack’s hand came down on her ass, and she struggled to breathe. It had been a long time since she’d been spanked. She’d forgotten just how much it hurt at first.
Just as the pain was starting to bloom into something more, he struck again. He counted it out. Abby was grateful he wasn’t making her do it. She doubted she would have been able to. Her ass was on fire as he brought his hand down. He struck her right cheek and then her left. He moved down, striking her thighs, and then back up to the soft place where her cheeks met. Abby cried out, unable to hold it in any longer. She cried, and it wasn’t just about the pain. She’d held it in for so long. She’d been strong. God, she’d almost lost him to that bullet. It had been a close thing. She could still feel his blood on her hands as she worked to save him.
She could still lose him, Abby thought as the count hit seventeen. She didn’t care who was watching. She cried because she couldn’t not cry anymore.
“Twenty.” Jack was breathing heavily as he finished. He immediately flipped her over. He was careful with her tender ass. He placed her on his lap and pulled her close. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again. We don’t have to do this. Damn it, I knew I was too hard on you.”
She put her face close to his. He didn’t understand her at all. She pressed her lips against his. “I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I missed you. I missed this. This is part of us. Please don’t pull away again. We need you.”
Jack pulled back slightly, as though trying to read her face. His deep green eyes studied her carefully. Whatever he saw there convinced him. His hands tangled in her hair. “I wasn’t trying to pull away, baby. I love you.” He tugged her close, and his lips sealed over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, devastating her with his dominance. He turned her in his arms, and she found herself straddling his lap, her wet pussy on display.
“Who does this belong to?” Jack’s arm was tightly around her waist, holding her up. The other hand slid in her juices, parting her labia. Everyone was watching, and Abby just felt herself cream. She felt Sam’s eyes on her. They were hot, and she could see the erection tenting his jeans. He smiled slightly at her, letting her know he was there with her always.
“You,” she breathed. “It belongs to you. You and Sam.”
“Damn fucking straight it does.” Jack thrust two fingers straight up her cunt. He stretched her, adding a third finger. It still wasn’t as big as his cock, but it was enough to make her feel tight and almost painfully full. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she gave over to him. This was what she’d missed, knowing that she could give him everything, and he would take care of her. “You come for me, Abigail Barnes. You come for me now.”