Following orders, I loosened my jeans, feeling the need to turn around so it was only my ass he’d see when I pushed them over my hips. Jack didn’t mind. Neither did he mind when I leaned over the old bench in front of me and offered my hind end for him to do with as he pleased.
His pleasure had to be the most bitter punishment I’d ever had. Not because it hurt so much, which it really did. But because I really felt like I’d hurt him. Like all his effort to help me, I just threw in his face and I didn’t care. And the truth was I did care, even though I’d never said so before.
I didn’t bother looking back at him, I just gritted my teeth and held on tight as Jack began. That leather must have snapped through the air a good two dozen times, before he even paused a second. I tried my best not
