Chapter Ten
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Jackson laid Nicky down on the soft carpet by the fire and hovered above her, dropping soft kisses across her face as she cried, for the first time in his life not freaked out by a woman in tears. She wasn’t crying because she was sad. He knew she was crying because sometimes it hurt to learn that someone loved you. When you’d convinced yourself there was no love left in the world, at least not for you, the unexpectedness of the emotion could be overwhelming. That kind of love shattered things you’d thought were necessary to life, replacing them with something so much better, so much sweeter than the hardness that was there before.
He knew that’s how she was feeling because he felt the exact same thing.
“I love you. I never stopped loving you.” He whispered the words against her lips, feeling close to tears himself as she brought trembling fingers to his face, her soft touch communicating more emotion than he’d thought possible.
“I love you, too, Jackson. And I’m so sorry I ever left. I’m sorry—”
“It doesn’t matter.” He silenced her with a kiss, a real kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting coffee and maple syrup and Nicky before he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I don’t care about the past. I only care about the future.”
“God, can we have a future?” she asked, fear creeping back into her voice. “There’s so much we don’t about know each other, so much—”
“We can have whatever we decide to have.” He captured her face in his hands, willing her to see that they had to seize this second chance no matter how crazy it might seem. “More important, we can have whatever I say we can have.”
“Because you’re the big bad dom?” she asked with a sad, crooked smile.
“Because I’m your big bad dom,” he said, knowing his eyes were getting shiny and not caring a damn bit. He wasn’t too much of a coward to cry, especially when faced with losing the only woman he’d ever loved for a second time. “And you’re my girl. I love you so much, Nicky, and I swear to you I will never treat you badly or abuse your trust.”
“I know you wouldn’t, Jackson. But it’s been eight years.” She sucked in a breath and shifted her gaze to stare at a place above his head. “And there are things you don’t know about me, things that might change your mind.”
“We can talk about those things whenever you’re ready,” Jack said, sensing now wasn’t the time to push Nicky to reveal her secrets. “But I can tell you now I don’t care about what’s happened in the past eight years. No matter what you’ve done, I would still consider myself the luckiest man in the world if you were mine.”
“You would?” she asked, looking on the verge of another round of tears.
“I would, but you’ve got to stop crying or I’m going to start and that wouldn’t be very big and bad of me.” He laughed, a tight, strained sound that grew easier when Nicky laughed along with him.
“You aren’t going to cry. I don’t believe it,” she said, a hesitant smile on her face.
He could sense how much she wanted to believe this was a new beginning for them in that smile. But he could also feel the doubt that still lingered in her mind. This wasn’t going to be resolved anytime soon and pushing Nick further would do no good. It was time to get them back on more comfortable ground. Even as kids they hadn’t been big into talking feelings, no matter how strong they’d been. They had always preferred to let actions speak louder than words.
With one deft movement, he gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them off.
“What if I said I was going to fuck my pussy? Would you believe that?” As he spoke he trailed one hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing at the crease where leg became something more intimate. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt even before he touched her. It was enough to make him even harder, to make his cock threaten to burst through the fabric of his pants in order to get inside his girl.
“Yes, I would,” she said, sucking in a quick breath as he brushed one finger up the length of her, catching moisture from her pussy and moving it to her clit.
“Now, the only question is: How am I going to fuck you?” As he spoke he began to circle her nub, making Nicky squirm beneath him and a moan burst from between her parted lips. “Am I going to take you like this, on top in the ever-popular missionary position? Or am I going to flip you over and lift your hips and take you from behind?”
“Yes and yes,” she said, twining her arms around his neck as she spread her thighs even farther, a clear invitation to do with her as he would.
“Or should I pull you on top of me? Let you ride my cock while I suck my tits?” He accentuated the last word by flicking the clothespins still attached to her nipples, making Nicky groan. “Are you ready for these to come off?”
“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” she said, the strength of her desire clear in her eyes. “Now.”
“Are you giving orders?”
“No, but I’m ready to take them.” She released her hold on his neck, stretching her arms out to her sides, awaiting his command. “Tell me what you want, Jackson. Tell me how your slut can please you.”
His jaw tightened and his aching sac threatened to burst as he looked down at Nicky, for a moment wanting to dispense with the dom-sub play and let this time be different than the other times they’d come together. Amazingly, at the moment, he didn’t want to fuck. He wanted to make love. No matter how much he loved the primal pleasure he gave and received in the dom role, right now, all he wanted was to show Nicky with every stroke of his cock how much he loved her. He wanted to kiss her softly as he slid between her thighs, whisper all the things he’d held inside against her mouth as he thrust, slowly, sensuously, in and out of her tight heat.
“If you don’t tell me how to please you, I might have to start pleasing myself,” Nicky said, a naughty grin on her face as she moved one hand to her stomach and then slid her fingers even lower.
“If you touch my pussy, you’ll be punished. And it won’t be that spanking I know you’re after.” Jackson grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her body. “Turn over. Forearms on the ground, hips in the air. Show me my pussy.”
“Yes, sir.” Nicky smiled as she said the words, but he read the excitement— and relief— in her eyes.
She wasn’t ready to make love, not yet. They were both dealing with some pretty unexpected and heavy emotions. He wanted to deal with them by delving right into the middle of things. She would rather distract herself from the frightening “L” word with a little mindless fucking. Nicky needed to be used, fucked, treated like the slut she’d called herself in order to feel safe from the feelings that were scaring her half to death.
Jackson knew that and was prepared to give her exactly what she needed. There would be time for making love later, he had no doubt in his mind. He and Nicky were too perfect for each other to let a second chance slip through their fingers. They were meant to be together, a matching set, just like their tattoos.
“I think we’ll have to leave this exactly as is,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the angel tat on her shoulder. “For some reason, it’s not bothering me to have the same ink anymore.”
“It’s not?” she asked, her voice breathy with excitement as he ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and tugged them a little farther apart.
“No, I like to see my little slut with my mark on her. Now tilt your hips.” Jackson sat back on his heels, grunting in satisfaction as Nicky arched her back and shifted her pelvis, giving him a clear view of her aroused sex.
Her pussy was dark rose, and her lips plumped to a point that they looked bruised. At the center of her cunt, her entrance leaked clear fluid down her thighs. She was as aroused as he’d ever seen her. Either the nipple clamps or the love talk had more than done the job of at least a half hour of foreplay.
Call him a romantic, but he hoped it was the mushy stuff that had made his pussy so wet. Still, he made a mental note to invest in a set of high-end clamps as soon as possible. If clothespins made his girl this crazy, he couldn’t imagine what a nice set of metal screw clamps would do. He could just imagine them in his new condo in Miami, cooking dinner together, Nicky with her clamps on as they set the table and ate. They’d linger over a couple glasses of wine and then he’d have her dripping pussy for dessert, right there by the windows that looked out over the ocean.
Just imagining the scene made him smile.
“Jackson. . . please.” She moaned and arched her back even further, making it clear how desperately she wanted him to touch her, fuck her, fill that empty aching place between her legs. At any other time he would have made her wait, teased her into a state of even greater arousal. But not now, not when her need was so obvious and his cock felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her ten minutes ago.
In seconds, Jackson was out of his pants and kneeling behind her, fingers digging into Nicky’s hips as the head of his cock butted against her entrance. He didn’t use his hands to position himself or spread the lips of her pussy to ease his way, but simply thrust forward as he tugged her hips back, shoving his engorged length inside her cunt. Nicky’s sigh of pleasure made it clear she loved the hint of resistance as much as he did.
Slowly, drawing out the bliss of that first thrust into where she was so tight, so wet, Jackson pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed tightly against her clit. “God, my pussy is so wet.”
Nicky moaned and wiggled her hips, taking him in even deeper. “You make me wet, I can’t help it.”
“Little slut.”
“Yes,” she said, a shudder of desire working through her body as her pussy tightened around where he lay buried inside her. “I’m a dirty little slut who likes to get fucked. So go ahead and fuck me al—”
“Watch your mouth, slut,” Jackson said, delivering a sharp smack on the cheek of her ass, his cock swelling inside Nicky as she cried out in excitement. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she said, another cry escaping her lips as he swatted her other cheek.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected, moving his hands back to her hips and digging his fingers into the full flesh with enough force to make her moan in pleasure at the slight hint of pain.
“Yes, sir.” The tension in the muscles trembling beneath his hands made it clear Nicky wouldn’t last much longer. A few more cracks of his hand and she was going to come before he had the chance to thrust inside her a second time.
Normally he’d be glad to feel her come at least once before he did himself, but not now. Not even thinking of dead puppies was going to help him maintain control if Nicky’s pussy started pulsing around his aching cock. He was too close to his own release.
“I’m going to fuck you, but you’d better not come until you get permission,” Jackson said, beginning to pump in and out, slowly at first, but with enough force that Nicky’s ass rippled every time he thrust home. “If you come before, I’m going to use those clothespins on your pussy.”
“Yes, god, yes.” She gasped and her breath came faster as his rhythm increased.
The clear desire in her voice was nearly enough to make Jackson laugh, no matter how close he was to the edge. He should have known Nick wouldn’t consider clamps on her pussy lips a punishment. She was into a little bit of pain. He could understand the kink completely. He enjoyed a little pain himself, and couldn’t wait to feel her teeth on him again, raking across his lip, digging into his bicep as she writhed beneath him.
“Don’t come. Don’t come, Nicky,” Jackson said, punctuating his words by beginning to spank her in earnest.
“Please, I can’t wait. Please,” she begged, her breath coming so fast he feared she might hyperventilate. “Please, I can’t.”
“You can. You will,” he said, abandoning the last of his control, holding back nothing as he drove into her slick sheath. “Wait for me. Wait.”
Faster and faster he moved, ramming inside Nicky even as he reddened her ass until his hand itched and stung. She cried out and shoved back into his strokes, her fingernails digging into the carpet, desperate little grunts sounding at the back of her throat as she got closer and closer, until finally he knew she couldn’t hold back a second longer.
“Come, come on my cock.” He groaned as Nicky screamed his name and her pussy squeezed his dick. Seconds later, he lost himself inside her, thick jets pulsing from his aching sac with a bliss that was almost painful. This time, he didn’t pull out, but spent himself deep inside her welcoming heat, the sensation of marking her insides with his cum making the orgasm hotter than any he could remember.
Jackson’s entire body shook with the force of his release, turning his bones to jelly by the time the waves of pleasure finally began to abate. “God, Nick,” he panted as he fell forward, palms landing on either side of Nicky’s. He buried his face in the sweat-dampened hair at her neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of aroused woman. “I love fucking you.”
“I think it’s clear I love getting fucked,” she said, her voice breathy with laughter. “That was. . . perfect.”
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t make you come at least twice.” Jackson wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer, relishing the feel of his cock softening inside her. “I knew I wouldn’t last through more than one, you felt too amazing.”
“But what a one it was.” She sighed as she twined the fingers of her left hand with his. “I’m not greedy— one can be plenty. Though, next time, let’s skip the next-to-the-fire thing. Very romantic, but I’m a little dizzy from the heat.”
“And here I thought it was my superior fucking skills.”
She laughed. “That probably has something to do with it, too.” She shifted beneath him, dropping her forehead to the carpet. “I actually don’t mind the dizziness, but the dripping sweat I could do without.”
“I don’t know. I like a little sweat.” He ran his tongue along her shoulder, catching the lightly salty taste of her with his tongue.
“Me too, until it dries and starts to get all sticky and gross.”
“Hint taken.” Jackson pulled out of Nicky and sat back on his heels, watching her as she rolled over to face him. “What would you say to a shower?”
“I’d love one.” She grinned as she met his eyes. “I’m assuming this shower will be coed?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to have to clean your own back. Or pussy.” He stood and then reached down to help Nicky to her feet, marveling that even something as simple as taking her hand sent a shock of electricity through his body. “Besides, someone has to show you how to work the shower nozzle.”
“Oh, I know how,” she said. “In fact, I think I could show you a few things, mister.” She reached her hand between his legs, cupping his sac and rolling his balls in her fingers. “I could do a few very nice things to these in massage mode.”
“I bet you could.” He groaned and bent down to capture her lips.
She met his tongue with her own, sighing as they explored each other with a sweetness that surprised him. No matter how raunchy the tone of their fucking, it seemed the tender mood they’d established before hadn’t been destroyed. In fact, if anything he felt he loved her more than he had a few minutes ago.
“I love you,” he mumbled against her lips. “I hope you know I’m not going to stop saying that anytime soon. If it freaks you out, you’ll just have to get over it.”
“I think I can do that.” She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him, pressing her breasts and the clothespins still attached to them against his chest.
“Are you ready for those to come off?” he asked, running one hand up to cup the underside of her breast. “They must be stinging a bit by now.”
“I like stinging, but, yeah. They need to come off if you’re going to soap my nipples.” She pulled away from him and removed the clothespins, a mischievous look on her face. “And once you’ve done my nipples, you might as well get my tits all slick and soapy and fuck them in the shower. I heard something about a man wanting to fuck some tits awhile back. That was you, right?”
Nicky squealed and made a run for the stairs as Jackson lunged toward her, squeals that turned to laughter as he chased her straight into the shower. They jumped inside and turned on the water without waiting for it to get hot, clinging to each other for the first few chilly minutes. Then, when the cool stream had warmed, Nicky reached for the soap and turned back to him with a smile. A smile that promised everything naughty and nice, everything Jackson hadn’t dared to hope for.
His deepest, most secret wish was coming true. Nicky was going to be his, and this time he was never going to let her go. No matter what he had to do to keep her.