“Jack,” she quickly corrected. He didn’t like master or sir. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. “Please make me come, Jack.”
“Well, since you asked so sweetly.” Jack sank to his knees. He pulled her legs around his shoulders. She was completely at his mercy. The bonds overhead held her up, but all of her grounding came from the man she was wrapped around. Her feet dangled behind his back. His breath was warm on her pussy.
“Please, Jack,” she begged, because he was taking his time.
There was a sharp slap to her ass. “I didn’t ask you a question.”
She closed her mouth. She had a bad feeling that if she fought him, he might stop what he was doing. She’d pushed him hard over the last twenty-four hours. She’d spent fifty-thousand dollars on clothes, shoes, and lingerie, a good portion of which was currently sitting on the streets of downtown Dallas. She decided not to argue with him.
“Good girl,” he said after a moment of compliance.
He let his tongue slide through the juices flowing out of her pussy. Abby bit back a moan, not entirely sure how silent he wanted her. His hands caressed the spot he’d smacked, and he held her in place while his tongue plundered in and out. Abby let her head fall back as he fucked her with his tongue. The slow build started low in her cunt, radiating outward. She wanted so badly to push against him, to force him to flick at her clitoris. It was right there. She was right on the cusp of coming. Then his hand came forward, and his thumb swiped firmly across her pulsing clit. The orgasm bloomed outward, exploding through her. There was no holding back her scream as she fell over the precipice.
Before she could come down from the orgasm, Jack was lifting her up and off the hook. He did nothing to unbind her hands. He merely arranged her over the arm of the sofa.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. His voice was rough and gravelly. He was on the edge, and Abby was thrilled to be the one who put him there.
Abby complied, breathing heavily into the cushions of the sofa. Her whole body was pulsing and languid. She felt like she was flowing rather than moving. She sensed Jack move in behind her, spreading her legs further.
Jack held her as he thrust in. Abby buried her face in the pillows to mask her groan. He was so big from this angle. He felt so good filling her roughly with his cock. She heard him grunting as he pounded into her.
“Never again, Abigail,” he swore as he shoved his way into her cunt. “I will never again find you in a place like that without me. You will never get on the back of a damn motorcycle, and you will wear your fucking wedding ring.”
“Yes, Jack,” she managed as the pleasure built again. He’d positioned her so that every thrust of his cock brought her clit in contact with the side of the couch. It was almost too much. She couldn’t control it. Abby cried out into the pillows as she felt her body explode with sensation.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, fuck that’s beautiful.” He pulled at her hips. She felt him grind against her, giving her every ounce of cum he had. He held himself tightly against her as though he was unwilling to give up the connection, but after a moment, he pulled his cock out. He pulled her up and into his arms and made his way back to the bedroom.
Abby laughed as he tossed her on the bed. He was back on top of her in an instant. Abby got the feeling she wouldn’t be sight-seeing today. She held her bound hands up questioningly.
Jack gently pushed her hands over her head and into the hook at the top of the headboard.
“I like you like this, Abby,” he said, trailing a hand down her torso. “I might keep you like this today.” He fingered the material that kept her hands bound for his pleasure. “And maybe I should relent a little on the underwear. They make awfully good bindings.”
Abby let her head fall back as she laughed. She was in for a rough day. She looked forward to the experience.
Slater turned the volume on the television down and picked up his phone.
“He hasn’t left the club.” Jeremy’s voice was hushed as though he was afraid someone might be listening in.
At least he had that much. He sat down on the edge of the bed housekeeping had made up not an hour before as he considered what was happening in the hotel across town. “Have you seen him this morning?” He wasn’t exactly sure how the drugs he’d had Jeremy put in Lucas’s drink last night worked. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t kill him, but he could always hope.
“I took room service up to the room he’s staying in. I didn’t see him, but I heard Barnes’ slaves talking about him. They didn’t seem terribly concerned. He was sleeping it off,” Jeremy explained. His voice was so quiet. Slater had to listen intently. He turned off the television in his room. He’d been watching C-Span, but this was far more important to Slater’s future than anything Congress was doing.
He’d come across Jeremy Walker last night after watching the disgusting display Barnes had put on with his wife in the club. Slater had been shocked, but he couldn’t turn away. He’d noticed Lucas’s reaction. The little pervert had been fascinated by the scene before him. Lucas had eyed the blond man first and then the female. He’d practically drooled over his brother’s wife as she was displayed in that vulgar fashion. It had just hardened Slater’s resolve. Lucas was going to ruin everything. Cameron was running on family values. How could he do that with not one, but two perverted bi-sexual sons? Barnes could be counted on to keep his mouth shut, but Lucas?
Jeremy Walker had stood out in the crowd. He’d been just as disgusted, though Slater believed it was for different reasons. Young Jeremy hadn’t actually watched the cowboy spank his wife and put her on display. Slater noticed the slender man staring at Julian Lodge and the odd woman who sat at his feet. The blonde had clung to Julian, and he’d shown her great affection. It hadn’t gone over well with Jeremy. There was jealousy in his eyes. Slater had known immediately he could use the boy to his own purposes. Slater had worked long enough in politics to know a stooge when he saw one.
Jeremy had supplied the “roofie” as he called it. He’d explained that it would make Lucas very malleable. Lucas would be vulnerable under the influence of the drug. Slater might have misled Jeremy into thinking that he was of the same persuasion as he and Lucas. He might have inferred to Jeremy that he just wanted Lucas. It was distasteful but necessary. He’d slipped Jeremy enough money to play his part. He was supposed to get Lucas to drink the drugged rum and coke and then talk him up a bit. It had worked brilliantly. It hadn’t taken long before Lucas was heavily under the influence of the drug. Jeremy agreed to get Lucas downstairs and into Slater’s car. The young man had no idea Slater had been taking pictures with his cell phone. It clearly established Jeremy as the villain of the piece. When Lucas’s body was found, it would go one of two ways. Either they would assume the troubled young man had simply come to the bad end he so richly deserved, or they would find the drugs in his system. At that point, Slater would come forward with his photos. He would admit he had been worried about his boss’s son and followed him. He’d tried to convince him not to go with the stranger, but Lucas never listened to sound advice.
Jeremy Walker was the perfect patsy. If only that fucker Barnes hadn’t shown up.
In the back of his mind, he’d rather hoped Barnes had decided to follow through on his threat from the previous night. Apparently, he had no such luck.
“Do you have any idea what Barnes intends to do with Lucas?” Slater asked.
“A little, sir,” Jeremy replied politely. Slater had found that Jeremy was very polite, but the look in his eyes gave him away. “I overheard my master speaking with Master Barnes earlier this morning. He’s been very busy. He said something about taking Lucas with him to the ranch he owns. My master sounded pleased with this. I do not believe Master Barnes intends to harm his brother. I know that they are staying at The Club tonight. Master Barnes will publically punish his slaves. They deserve it.”