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I made an intrigued sound, pushing into his bucking erection again. It almost seemed like… Like I had some kind of power over him. Like I made him feel pleasure so big, he lost control, and I hadn’t even done anything, just showed him my body.
My belly warmed with an exhilarating rush, and as Jack’s cock throbbed against my back, a low moan falling from his lips, I suddenly stopped dreading it. I thought I would just have to lie there and take him, but this… This already felt so much better. Like I could decide, too.
“You little minx,” Jack grunted, snaking his arm around my torso, just above my breasts, to hold me still. “We can play, but please, for the love of Ole Frost, not today. I’m already stupidly horny as it is.”
“Why not today?” I asked, squirming between his legs. A pleasant tension built between my thighs.
“Because we have to go slow today. So, please. Next time, you can tie me to the bed and tease me all you want, but I have to do things right tonight.”
My mouth went dry, my pussy giving a powerful throb to match the throbbing of his cock. “T-tie you to the bed?” I repeated, my eyes wide as I stared into the crackling fire.
Jack stilled, releasing a frustrated breath. “I mean, if that’s not something… If you don’t… I’m sorry. It was just an idea. A stupid one.”
I frowned, putting my hands on his thighs and grabbing his warm fur maybe just a tad too tightly. Jack’s breath hitched, and his cock twitched yet again. My back felt really slick now from being pressed flush against it, but it just seemed like another proof and reminder that he wanted me, so it felt good.
“I want to tie you to the bed,” I said, slowly dragging my fingers through his fur until my nails scratched his skin underneath. “Is that something people do?”
“Oh, gods. Yes, some.”
Jack said nothing else, just picked up the brush and combed through the ends of my hair in slow strokes. I squirmed again, little tingles enveloping my scalp. He brushed my hair in silence, making sure not to tug, and soon, my body softened and warmed, the pleasant buzz in my belly growing stronger when my neck and shoulders relaxed.
“There you go,” he murmured, the brush now stroking down the entire length of my hair, from the roots to the ends, in slow, luxurious movements. “Maybe you’d like to lie down on your belly? I could do a better job then.”
I hesitated only a moment before giving a curt nod and sprawling on the soft carpet. I pulled the towel from underneath myself, biting my lips when Jack released a heavy breath and muttered a word too quietly for me to hear.
“Well, I managed not to come all over your back,” he said after a bit, his voice sounding strangled. “But it’s as if I did. Let me just…”
He picked up the towel and gently ran it down my back, making me smile. I didn’t mind the slickness of his arousal, but that he chose to clean me sent another warm throb into my core. I hadn’t even known sex could be about pampering like this, and it felt so surprisingly good.
“There,” he whispered, putting the towel away. “Close your eyes, snowdrop.”
I pursed my lips in annoyance at being commanded, but finally did as he said when the brush glided through my hair. I got lost in the softness of Jack’s unhurried brushing, my body undulating further now that I was lying down.
When I felt like my body melted into the carpet, Jack ran the back of the hairbrush down my head and back, and then lower, and lower, until it traced the curve of my buttock. I didn’t tense, but my core clenched, and a rough sound tore out of my throat.
“This looks delicious,” Jack said softly, doing it again. “You could command me to spend hours worshiping your ass, and I would.”
My face flamed and I said nothing, even though the idea of commanding him made wetness gush between my thighs. But I didn’t even know what “worshiping” meant in this context, and uncertainty held me back.
“Does it feel good?” Jack said some time later, his fingers running through my hair and down my spine and backside along with the brush.
“Mmm. Yes,” I managed to say, with much effort. I tingled all over with watchful alertness of him and his touch. “Maybe… Your turn?” I asked, a sort of urgency gathering inside me. I couldn’t just keep lying there. I wanted to do something.
“If you want,” he said in a low voice.
I raised myself on my hands, so relaxed, I forgot I was completely naked, and turned to look at Jack. My eyes widened, and we stared at each other, crackling energy passing between us in the warm, fragrant air.
“Icy gales,” Jack whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
Chapter 11
Jack
Ididn’t think Scarlett heard my awe-struck words. She was too busy staring at my cock, which had been out and painfully hard all this time. It glistened in the firelight, completely coated in precum that kept spilling and spilling the longer I touched her.
I couldn’t help it. She just smelled so good, looked so striking, and then she said she might want to tie me up, and that just took it all to another level.
“Jack,” Scarlett said, wetting her lips, her voice hoarse. Her eyes were still glued to my cock, which gave an eager twitch, preening under the attention. “There is no way… No way it can go inside me. It’s impossible. You’ll have to send me back.”
