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When I rise on him, the twitch of his jaw has nothing to do with irritation, and even thought I see him grimace. Even though I know he wants to bundle me up and take me back where no one can see us… he lets me ride him.
If the old gods need proof that he has taken me… they’ll get it.
If they need some proof I am both willing an able to worship Jack in this way, they’ll have it.
How many times had sex been about doing everything I could to get my pleasure before Jamus got his and was done?
How many times had I been left wanting and frustrated enough I’d taken my anger out on the punching bag in the private gym?
If I knew the number at one point, I no longer do.
But this isn’t about that.
I move on Jack the way I know will get me there, not because I’m in a race to come, but because I know that orgasm is what our spectators need to witness. Maybe they need to know I’m here by choice and that I want him. Maybe it’s just a perversion.
It doesn’t matter.
His soft fingers slide up my ribs to brush over my nipple, and I can only imagine what I look like as I moan. The feel of him forces me to close my eyes.
I’m a creature made of need and lust and each time I rise on him, my only thought is that I need to drop back onto his cock. That I have to get more of him.
“Open your eyes, Lily.” Jack’s fingers tweak my nipple. “I want you to know who’s fucking you.”
I let my lids flutter open and let the wicked smile slip across my lips. It comes from my very soul.
“I know who I’m fucking, Jack.”
It may have been the wrong thing to say, if that dark grin is any clue. “Now that you’re used to me….”
Any control I had in this game evaporates like candy floss in water.
I may still be on top, but he drives into me from below and all I can do is hang on.
Hands tight on my waist, he lifts me, up and down.
Up and down.
Over and over.
Head dropped back, I can’t voice any of the encouragements that want to leave my lips. I don’t have the breath for them.
I draw my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts.
Jack fucks me mercilessly and it doesn’t matter how many people watch us, he’s the only one in the room that matters.
I come with a cry that’s broken—shattered to pieces—and the bright points that spark through me are purely electric.
The tremors flutter through me and it takes a moment to realise, Jack has me held tight to his cock.
He’s still hard inside of me.
This game isn’t over yet.
“Look at me, Lily.”
His voice is thick with command and… something else. When I look down at him, his hand slips into my hair and he holds me there.
Nose twitching, his whiskers flutter across my skin. “You are mine. No matter how much you pretend to fight it. You’ll learn that eventually.”
