Voyage To Submission (15 page)

Ethan lightly slapped Jack on his back.
“Don’t fret, my friend. I remember my early days with Margrit’s.” He grinned
and winked at his wife.

After that, Jack was afraid to move more
than a step away from Andy. At one point, they went over and sat. Andy knelt at
his side, the same as Margrit had with Ethan. Jack lowered his hand to make
sure the slender leather strap didn’t accidentally catch or rub against the
rings.

Music played and people chatted all around
them. Ethan and Margrit exchanged a few comments. Ethan pointed out several
things he noted. Twice he was aware of Margrit leaning forward to say something
to Andy. To be truthful, he was glad when the other couple announced they were
tired and heading to bed. The party had been a blur to him from the moment he
saw Andy. It only took a few moments and Andy was back, her chain tucked in,
concealed by her cape.

Outside her suite door, she turned as if to
bid him good night.

Jack shook his head with distinct
determination, took her keycard and opened the door. He ushered her in and
followed. As he moved into the room, he set the key on the bar top. “Where’s
Henderson?” Jack asked carefully, working hard to keep his emotions in check.

“I told him to stay in since I didn’t know
what time I’d be back here.” Andy moved towards the sofa.

As he watched, her hands lifted to release
the cape, but then fell back to her sides. Wasting no time, he crossed the room
and turned her to face him. Without any warning, he released the cape and
whipped it off her shoulders. “No need to play meek and embarrassed now, is
there?”

He wasn’t angry, but suddenly all the
events and subsequent emotions came bubbling up inside of him.

Andy looked at Jack finally, embarrassed to
be alone with him, half-naked. It was different now that they were alone. She
couldn’t read his thoughts, and after last night she wasn’t sure what to do.
She was very aware of the tenuous hold she had on her own emotions and actions.
Earlier, she’d been ready to rip the clothes off his back. This was a situation
fraught with sexual tension. She spoke quickly. “Are you angry?” she asked,
taking a step backwards.

“Yes! No! Damn it all, Andy! I don’t know.”
Jack walked away abruptly, shoving his hands through his hair, messing it up.

Andy felt something tug at her
heartstrings. She remembered how he’d often done that when he’d studied, back
in school. Finally, she’d got comfortable enough with him to just reach out and
smooth it back down. Now, she wasn’t so sure he would accept a gesture from
her. Of course, the last time she’d done it she’d been wearing washed-out,
stretched-out gray sweats. Now, she was bare-breasted—

Self-consciously, her hands lifted and
crossed to conceal her breasts. It was silly, but she did it anyway.

Jack didn’t notice until he turned back
towards her. He didn’t pause. Walking straight over, he pulled down her hands
and replaced them with his own.

“There! That’s what that guy did onstage,
wasn’t it? Sample the slave’s wares.” He paused as his hands tested the
sweetness he’d worshipped from afar. Keeping his touch light, he curved his
hands. “Much nicer than hers. Prettier. Bigger, for sure.” To her surprise, he
started to jiggle one and then the other. “That’s lovely. Now, the nipples…that
really shocked me. Granted you don’t owe me anything, but I thought you might
have mentioned it… Still, I had warning when you got the tattoo, you were
acting outside the box.”

Andy knew she could step away from him and
he wouldn’t pursue her. All she had to do was step back…but she didn’t.
Whatever she’d expected him to say, it wasn’t this. His touch seemed to speak
of gentleness and love. The words seemed colder, more remote. She wanted him,
but she didn’t think she could make love with him unless she knew that he cared
for her, even a little. Reminding herself that time had passed and true
emotions take time to develop, she took a ragged breath in, preparing to speak.

All of a sudden, it was as if Jack realized
he was really standing there, caressing and holding Andy’s breasts. And she
wasn’t pushing him off, nor had she run away. Andy watched as he slowly lifted
his gaze to meet hers. She waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, she
spoke. “You should probably take the leash off, just in case.”

Jack immediately went to work on
unfastening the collar and leash. He dropped it onto the coffee table, and
stood with his hands in midair.

Andy took a step forward and pressed her
supersensitive breasts into his grip once more. Forcing another breath in, and
then back out of her lungs, Andy told him softly, “You just have to be gentle.
Maybe we should go upstairs.”

Jack nodded. “Oh yeah, sure.” He turned and
started walking towards the stairs, not waiting for Andy.

Andy took a deep breath, grateful to know
she wasn’t the only nervous one. She walked over to the railing, grabbing hold
of it. “Could you help me take these off?” she gestured to her feet. Within
seconds, her boots were dispatched with and he reached for her hand. It seemed
to take forever to reach the bedroom. Once there, she glanced around, sure it
looked different. Then she realized she was only seeing it with changed eyes.
She walked towards the bed and then sat on the edge.

Jack was still standing just inside the
doorway.

She half expected him to be right behind
her and naked. “Are you staying?” she asked softly a moment later.

Jack nodded, still holding her shoes.
“Yeah, I’d like to.”

Andy smiled. “Me too.”

Her words seemed to act like a catapult.
Jack dropped her shoes and started towards her. As he walked, his clothes
dropped to the floor. He struggled a little over his shoes and socks. He
finally stood in front of her, wearing only his shorts. As their gazes met once
more, he spoke this time. “One of us is over-dressed, although not by much.”

Andy giggled. She couldn’t help it. “I was
hoping for some help, but if not—”

Jack didn’t let her finish. “Your wish is
my command, princess.” And he went down on one knee in front of her, his hands
lifting to the top of her stocking. “I’ve spent most of the evening thinking
about this.”

Andy gasped as she felt his fingers against
her inner thigh, curled under the silky material as he began pulling it down,
and then off. He repeated his action on her other leg. His words sounded so
gentle and tender that she wanted to pull him close. As his head lifted, Andy
could tell the exact moment his gaze landed on her exposed breasts, directly in
front of him. He lowered his other knee, and moved between her thighs. Her
heart beat heavily in her chest as she watched him staring at her pierced
nipples. A moment later, he touched the tip only of her right nipple with one
finger as he spoke. “Why?”

“I can’t say for sure. It’s not like it was
some deep, dark brooding secret. I saw Margrit’s and I thought it looked
daring, and sexy. I felt rebellious. I needed to do something defiant.”

Jack nodded, but he still didn’t look up.
“What are you rebelling against?”

“That I’ve been boring for most of my life
and never tried anything risky or dangerous.”

Jack frowned, but instead of replying he
lightly touched both nipples with his fingertips. He slid them around and
around until they became even harder, poking out more than three-quarters of an
inch. He paused to lift one ring very carefully, using his fingernail, and then
letting it drop.

As she watched, Andy still wasn’t sure if
he thought it looked sexy. Taking a deep breath, she forced out the words. “Do
you hate them?”

Jack looked up suddenly.

Immediately his expression shouted her
confusion. “Hate them? How could you think that? God, Andy! You are so
beautiful.” He slipped his hands beneath each breast, lifting them. Lowering
his head, he placed a kiss atop each snowy-white globe. “Perfection before and
works of art after. I just hate the thought of you feeling the pain—”

Jack stopped as he shuddered. Andy lifted
one hand to cup the side of his face. “It wasn’t that bad, honest. The ears
hurt worse. See?” Quickly, she scooped the hair back behind each ear. “I had
them done, as well.”

Jack smiled even as her hair was already
falling back towards her face. “Are you sure this won’t hurt you?”

“I don’t think so. They said just nothing
rough, and no sucking for a while.”

Jack nodded and lowered his head.

Andy was prepared for the feel of his
tongue slowly moving across the tip of her right breast. Lightly it began
moving around the base of each areola, each circle making the nub even harder.
She tried to lift her hands to caress him.

Jack pressed them back down, scarcely
pausing. “Later,” he told her. A few moments of discovery and he found the
closures to the outfit. Soon he tossed it over his shoulder to land with his
discarded clothing. He stood and encouraged her onto the bed.

She saw him toss aside his briefs before he
joined her. In the dim light from the bathroom, she saw his hard, jutting
manhood. She reached for him.

Once more he gently pushed her hands down.
“If you touch me now, sweetheart, I’m afraid I will lose it.”

Andy didn’t question him. She was still
nervous, but she had no doubts.

Jack shifted on the bed, moving down slightly.
His mouth returned to her breast, this time he concentrated on the left.

Dimly, she was aware that he pulled down
her panties, and she shifted to make it easier. When his hand caressed across
her tummy, she parted her thighs in silent invitation.

Jack didn’t need to be asked twice, and his
hand arrowed straight down, over her pussy. His fingers wiggled between her
folds and Andy felt her breath catch. A second later, he found her clit and her
hips reacted instantly. As her body continued to respond to each caress, stroke
and even light flickers, Jack lifted his head to watch her.

“What did you think during the play about
the shaving?” Andy asked while Jack looked at her and continued to diddle her
clit. She was beginning to wonder if he’d taken up playing a violin, he was so
good.

“Are you asking me if I like a shaven
puss?” Jack asked, grinning unrepentantly back.

Flushing at being seen through so easily,
she nodded.

“I adore your smooth pussy, but please,
don’t shave your head.”

Andy tried to laugh, but she knew
it
was coming. Without warning, she cried out as the first orgasm slammed through
her body. She jerked wildly. Jack didn’t wait for her to finish. He stroked and
caressed her and before she knew it, two more orgasms tore through her. Dimly,
she was aware as Jack moved above her when suddenly she remembered the other
night.

“I’m not on the pill, Jack.”

She knew he had heard and understood her
whisper because of the way he stopped and held himself perfectly still.
Quickly, she went on. “In the drawer…I bought some, just in case.”

“Which drawer?”

She heard him groan and then pointed to the
side nearest the bathroom.

“Okay, just a second.”

As he moved away, Andy felt chilled for a
moment, yet she knew that stopping him had been necessary. The last thing
either of them needed would be a complication in their lives—the kind that
would definitely bind them together, forever.

In the silence, she heard the foil package
tear. Jack held her again only a few seconds later. She looked up at him. “I’m
sorry. I should have said something sooner.”

Jack shook his head, leaning down to kiss
her lips for a moment. “No, my fault too. Now, where was I?”

Andy pointed to her breast. “I believe you
were mucking about around here.”

Jack grinned and growled at the same time.
“Mucking about! I’ll show you some real—”

The rest of his words were muffled against
her warm skin as he buried his face between her breasts. Andy giggled for a few
seconds, which changed as he returned his hand to the heated place at the apex
of her thighs. Andy could feel his fingers moving around in her wetness,
finding her clit, and—

“Oh God! Jack!” Andy cried out. Her body
was still primed and eager for his touch. With his mouth lightly sucking on her
skin, his fingers quickly brought her to orgasm once more. This time as he
moved over her, she didn’t stop him. In fact, she spread her thighs wide,
welcoming him. She felt his cock brush against her, easing past and beyond her
fleshy, swollen pussy. For a moment, she wished it were his bare flesh entering
her body. And then, his hips moved and he thrust inside her completely.

Andy groaned as she felt him filling her
body with his hardness. She kept her eyes closed, not sure why…maybe it was
fear? A moment later, she felt Jack’s lips at the side of her neck, kissing
her, sucking on her skin gently. The slight growth of beard was oddly exciting
and erotic. All the things she experienced overwhelmed her. Somehow, she
guessed she should probably be doing something… Otherwise he would guess she
had zip…zero…nada experience since the one and only time with him.

Lifting her gaze, her hands moved up his
arms, over his shoulders, slowly absorbing the warmth of his flesh against her
palms. Slipping one hand down, she curved her fingers inwards as her palm
covered his taut nipple. Squeezing, she rubbed back and forth, wondering if his
nipple would be as sensitive as hers. Moving her fingers, she began circling
and then flicking back and forth across the tip.

Jack’s groan told her he liked it, so she
continued to bedevil the nipple, lastly rubbing the nub with her flattened
fingers. She altered the speed and then used her fingernails.

“God! Yes!” Jack said hoarsely, and paused
to ease away just enough to wiggle his fingertip onto her clit. “Come for me,
Andy. I want to feel you squeezing…come on, baby. Let yourself go.”