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  “Do you want to come in?” she asked, her voice muffled from her face being pressed into my chest.

  “Only if that’s ok with you.”

  “I’d like that, Sir.”

  Sucking in a breath at the way she addressed me, I knew what she wanted. She wanted to play. I didn’t have any of my normal things with me because I hadn’t expected to need it tonight. Sure, I was hoping we’d have sex, but outside of the playroom at the club, I imagined it to just be a version of vanilla. It seemed that Maggie was interested in much more than that.

  “Little sub wants to play?” I teased into her ear.

  She nodded at me, prickling the Dom lying in wait.

  “Your words, little sub,” I said, voice rougher, letting the beast within out to play.

  “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”

  Grabbing her hand, I marched for the front door, scrambling to come up with a game plan. This was so far out of my element, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but if Maggie wanted to play, who was I to let her down? Snatching the keys from her shaking hands, I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

  Her apartment was cozy and warm, and eventually I would get to look around, but right now I was a man on a mission.

  “I’ve got to take Faith out really quick. Can you give me a minute?” she said putting a leash on a small wiener dog at my feet.

  “Give me the leash,” I said, holding out my hand.

  “Faith doesn’t do well with strang--,” she stopped, when my face showed my displeasure at her lack of obedience.

  Handing the lead over, I bent down and put my hand out for her dog to smell. The dog instantly licked the back of my fingers and sat down calmly. I had heard that even dogs knew when a human was really in charge, and obviously this dog had acted accordingly.

  “Well, I’ll be damned,” I heard Maggie whisper.

  Standing upright, I shrugged my shoulders at her.

  “I will take Faith outside. You are going to go into your room, remove your panties, close your eyes, and lay on the bed face down. Do not move until I get back. Am I understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she instantly responded, before turning her back on me and heading towards, what I assumed was, her bedroom.

  The dog was cute, I’d give her that, but I hoped she didn’t sleep with Maggie because tonight she would be sorely disappointed when she was locked out of the bedroom. Her owner and I had some loose ends to tie up, and by loose ends, I meant Maggie, and by tie up--well, literally, I planned on tying her to her bed.

  I stood in the living room for a solid ten minutes after I had brought Faith in from the outside. Partially I did it to get warm. No one liked cold hands, it was usually an instant mood killer. I also did it because making my subs wait was a great way to get the blood pumping and the heart racing. I loved it when Maggie’s heart raced, I could feel it through her skin.

  When I opened her cracked bedroom door, I found Maggie just as I had requested; face down, her bare ass just peeking through under her short dress.

  “Good girl, little sub,” I praised, startling Maggie and making her jump a little.

  Taking a peek around the room, I thought about what items I could use to make this experience worth it. She had loved my hand over her mouth, and the bandana resting on her dresser would make a sufficient gag until I could get her back to the club. On the back of a door on the other side of the room, I spotted a long white robe, complete with a nice long sash to tie it closed.

  Making sure she wasn’t peeking, I silently crept over and pulled the sash free from the loops. This would do for now, though it wouldn’t satisfy me nearly as much as having her in my club room with my own implements, but we would get there.

  “Hands behind your back, my sweets,” I whispered, kneeling on the bed beside her.

  She instantly complied, which brought a wide smile to my face. Deftly tying her hands and wrists together behind her back, I gave the rope a little tug to make sure it wasn’t too tight, but wasn’t loose enough to slide out of.

  “Now, little sub, I’m gonna try something, and I want you to trust me. I’m going to gag you with this. Open your eyes.”

  When she did, she blinked a few times at the intrusion of light, but eventually gained focused on what was in my hand.

  “Normally, if I were going to use a ball gag on you, I would leave your hands free and give you a bell, or something to drop since you wouldn’t be able to safeword if you needed to, but with a simple cloth like this you should be able to speak around it. Does this sound like something you would be willing to try for me?”

  With no hesitation at all, she simply said, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, tilt your head up a little.”

  I fastened the bandana around her head, making sure the cloth was fully in her mouth, but not enough to be dangerous.

  “What color are you, my sweets?”

  “Gweem,” she muffled through the gag.

  “Good, now no more talking unless you need to use your safeword.”

  Standing off the bed, she watched, as I walked in front of her to the side of the bed. I peeled off my shirt and folded it neatly before placing it on her night stand. When I reached for the button on my jeans, her eyes followed my every move, lust pouring out of them. Slowly, I guided my jeans and my boxers down my legs before standing up and folding them, placing them on top of my shirt.

  My cock rejoiced at being freed from its confines and bounced a few times before settling, aimed at her face. I couldn’t wait to claim her mouth, but currently, other residents were taking up that space. It looked like Maggie was also in the same mind set, her eyes glued on my shaft, looking ready to devour it.

  “You want to suck my cock, little sub?” I teased, gripping my length and squeezing, base to tip in an erotic pose to make her that much more on edge.

  A groan escaped her throat, but she didn’t answer, since I’d told her not to speak. I marvelled again at how natural submission came to her. How did she ever survive with other guys when this was what she was made to do?

  Taking a step towards her, I pressed the tip of my cock into the already wet fabric in her mouth. I watched as she tried like hell to put her lips around my tip, but the cloth prevented her from succeeding.

  Laughing a little, I took a step back and rounded to the foot of the bed. Climbing up onto the mattress, I pushed her dress up to her waist and admired the ass laid out before me.

  “Get on your knees, little sub,” I commanded, needing her to put herself on display for me voluntarily.

  I knew it wouldn’t be easy, with her hands tied behind her back, but with a grace she normally lacked, she rose up onto her knees, with no shame present. She was completely exposed to me and I couldn’t stop my finger from dipping into my mouth and then running from the crack of her ass down to her dripping folds.

  When I thrusted one digit into her, the groan that escaped her made my blood turn molten. She sounded like fucking heaven and I had to restrain myself from guiding my swollen head into her and finishing too soon. I was sensing a pattern with these encounters.

  Using two fingers, I swiped up some of her juices and brought it up to her virgin asshole. When she tensed up underneath me, I used my other hand to swat her ass cheek.

  “Calm, little sub,” I soothed.

  When her body went slack again, I brought my two fingers down to her pussy and plunged in, grabbing more of her natural lubricant, before coming back out and rubbing it around her hole once more.

  “I’m not going to fuck you here, my sweets, not tonight, but soon. I’m only going to use one finger, are you willing to try that for me?” I asked.

  “Gweem, Thir,” she said around her gag.

  Slowly prodding at her entrance, I waited until she was relaxed, before entering her tight ass up to one knuckle. When she bucked up against my hand, I smacked her ass again, leaving a deep pink imprint. Slowly, I moved my finger, stretching her, little by little, until one fing
er was nestled deep inside of her.

  Gripping my cock in my other hand, I poised myself at the entrance to her pussy and slowly thrust my way in. Pushing down with the finger buried in her ass, I could feel the pressure on my cock as I pumped in and out of her, my balls slapping her exposed clit. The moans she made spurred me on and I gently inserted a second finger into her ass, and stretched her further, while she continued to rock her hips into me, trying to achieve her orgasm.

  “Slowly, little sub, this isn’t a race. Remember what I told you? Your pleasure is mine, and I will decide when you’re ready to come. Don’t you dare finish until I say otherwise.”

  Without waiting for the answer I knew my good little sub wouldn’t verbalize, I went back to my assault on her holes. My fingers entered her when my cock pulled out, and my cock entered her as my fingers dislodged. With my other hand, I let go of her hips and grabbed on to her roped hands, using them as leverage to pound into her harder, and faster. The sweat from my brow dripped onto her back and rolled into the crack of her ass to join my fingers. Sooner than I anticipated, I was ready to explode and unable to stave off my impending orgasm, I gripped her harder and submerged deep into her pussy.

  “Come, little sub, Come now!” I roared.

  The sound of her muffled scream echoed off the walls and sent me into a tailspin frenzy, coming into her throbbing pussy that was attempting to clench my cock off. Every orgasm with this girl was turning out to be better and better than the last. I wasn’t quite sure how that was possible, but it was. With my dick fully rooted into her, we both sailed through our climaxes before slowly falling back down to earth.

  Gently pulling my fingers out, I heard her slight mewl of disappointment and chuckled softly.

  “Little sub liked having her ass fucked by my fingers?”

  It was a rhetorical question, not needing an actual answer. We both knew she had enjoyed it. My semi-hard dick followed a second after, falling out of her, glistening with our come. Before I lost all of my strength, I leaned over her and untied the robe sash, threw it to the ground, and untied the bandana from the back of her head, tossing it to join the rope on the floor.

  Maggie and I both fell forward onto the bed, our breathing ragged, our bodies satiated for now. I wanted to shut my eyes and drift off into a blissful sleep, but I wasn’t sure how Maggie would feel about me staying the night. I didn’t want to push my luck so soon.

  When our breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I gathered her back up to my chest and tossed my leg over both of hers, sharing in each other’s body heat, neither of us saying anything as we laid there, content.

  The silence was broken a few minutes later when my phone rang from the pocket of my pants.

  “I’m sorry Maggie, hold on just a sec,” I said, scooting off the bed to grab my trousers.

  Checking the screen, I saw it was Chase. I couldn’t ignore it, not after what had happened earlier today.

  “I gotta take this, ok?”

  She nodded at me as I walked to the door of her room and opened it, closing it behind me. Faith’s head popped up from the sofa, but when she saw who it was, she laid back down.

  “Hey, Chase.” I said dragging the phone to my ear. “What’s up?”

  “I just knocked on your door, but you didn’t answer. You in the club?”

  “No, I’m at Maggie’s.”

  “I see.” he said.

  “You see what, Chase?” I could feel my temper rising.

  “Just surprised is all, take a chill pill. Never seen you go to a sub’s house.”

  “She’s not just a sub, Chase, and I don’t have time to talk about this. Why did you stop by?” I said, impatience clearly evident in my tone.

  “The outside cameras were magically disabled between midnight and eight this morning. I have no video clip of who threw the bricks through your windows.”

  “Fuck,” I belted into the phone, scaring poor Faith as she jumped up.

  “Yeah. I just wanted you to know. You coming back tonight?”

  “I’m not sure yet, but thanks for letting me know.” I responded, gently patting the shivering dachshund.

  “No problem, man,” he said, ending the call.

  Dropping my phone on the couch, I ran my fingers through my hair. What a fucking mess. In the entire time I had had “The Hunt” open, no one had ever done anything like this before. Nothing was stolen out of the club and there was nothing out of place. Someone just decided to throw bricks through my windows? It didn’t make a goddamn bit of sense. The only thing I knew was that I didn’t want to think of it at this moment. There was a beautiful woman mere feet away from me, and my mind was ok with thinking about her instead.

  Grabbing my cell and throwing it on the counter next to hers, I walked back into Maggie’s room and found it empty, but the door to her conjoined bathroom was ajar, and the light inside let me know where she had gone.

  Pushing open the door and stepping inside, I froze on the spot, my heart threatening to come out of my mouth. Terror gripped me, making my legs immobile. Within seconds I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and my mouth was dry. For a few precious moments, before rationality kicked in, I couldn’t breathe as my memories threatened to overtake me.

  “Jackson? What’s wrong? Talk to me. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Maggie said, standing up in the bathtub, water dripping all around her naked body.

  Exhaling, I took a step back, so I was in the doorway to the bathroom and her room. Using my hands on the door frame, I braced myself and allowed my breathing to return to normal.

  “Can you please get out of the water, Maggie?” my tortured voice asked.

  “Sure,” she replied, curiosity and worry edging her words.

  When she pulled the plug to her bath and stepped out, I waited until all of the water had disappeared, before I ran toward, her and pulled her into my embrace, my head burying into her neck.

  “Jax, what’s wrong, you’re starting to freak me out.”

  “I’m sorry Maggie, I didn’t mean to startle you, but when I saw you in that water, I thought the worst, and it scared the fuck out of me.”

  “Hey, Hey,” she cooed, “I was only running a bath”

  She had no idea. I had to tell her. What the fuck!

  “You don’t understand, Maggie,” I said, looking up into her worry etched eyes, “I’m aquaphobic.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Maggie

  “Aquaphobic? Like scared of water?” I asked. Clearly, the amount of orgasms I had just experienced was turning my brain to mush. Jackson was scared of water? No way was that possible. Was it?

  “Can you dry off and come into the room with me? I need to sit down.” His voice was still shaky although slightly less wavering and the color on his face was returning from the pale white it had been only moments ago.

  “Yeah, of course. Go sit down, I’ll be in there in a minute,” I said, still in a combined state of confusion and post orgasmic bliss.

  When I joined him in the room a short time later, his back was to me, as he sat on the edge of the bed, gazing out my window. The only thing visible in my room was the bright shining moon, and I took a moment just to admire his silhouette. He was incredibly amazing to look at. His back rippled with muscles down to his ass, and the tattoos covering him were works of art on his sexy tanned canvas. The moonlight streaming in from the outside gave him an almost ethereal look from my point of view, shining around him in my dark room, creating a pearly shadow.

  With my sleep shorts and tank barely shielding me from the coolness of the room, I made my way to his side of the bed, and stopped within inches. He didn’t turn to look at me, but he knew I was there.

  “When I was a little kid, I was drowned, twice. I actually died both times, but was revived. Since then, I haven’t been able to be around bodies of water, even ones as small as bathtubs.” His voice shook a little as he talked. “I can take showers, as long as the water doesn’t collect at my feet,” his vo
ice said just over a whisper. The hollow sound of his words broke my heart.

  Dropping to my knees in front of him, I placed my head in his lap as a gesture of comfort. He seemed to enjoy that, as he ran his fingers through my damp hair, massaging my scalp.

  “No one but you knows about this, and I’d prefer you didn’t tell anyone, alright?”

  Nodding my head, knowing he’d feel it, I didn’t respond. If I did, he would have heard the emotions choking me, and I didn’t think my sympathy would be welcomed right at this point. I couldn’t even imagine living life afraid of something that took up two-thirds of the planet I lived on, the most vital compound to the existence of mankind. So, I didn’t speak, I just let him seek his comfort wherever he would need it.

  He must have felt me start to nod off because he stopped petting my head.

  “Stand up, my sweets, let’s get you tucked into bed.”

  Climbing in on his side, he pulled back the covers and waited for me to get in next to him. I didn’t know if he was spending the night, but I wasn’t averse to it. Once I was in and covered, he pulled my back to his chest, and threw his leg over me, providing me another layer of warmth. His lips brushed my temple, sending a shiver through my body that I couldn’t control.

  “Sleep, Maggie,” he whispered into my ear.

  I was already halfway there when he said it, bundled up in a cocoon of Jackson and down comforter, his breathing in my ear lulling me into a peaceful state of bliss.

  “I’ll text you in the morning,” he whispered, just as I attempted to cross the brink into oblivion.

  “Nooos, sstay,” I vaguely remembered mumbling.

  I couldn't be certain, but I thought I remembered him laughing before pulling me into him tighter as my mind drifted off into dreamland.

  Too early, my alarm went off the next morning. Back to my nine to five. I hated it. I hated living this life. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but it damn sure wasn’t being a customer service doormat that people liked to stomp on. I needed human interaction, face to face contact, but jobs like those required a degree or the ability to say ‘Would you like fries with that?’ with a smile on your face. I didn’t have either. So, until something better came along, I was going to be stuck in a four-walled cubicle, answering the most mundane of questions until my last dying breath.