CHAPTER 4
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JACK POV
The tension fades from my shoulders. f**k me. Had I been that unsure of myself? At first. I have never had to propose something like this to a woman before. Most of them can't wait to jump into bed with me. All I have to do is crook a finger and they will come running. This woman, though, is making me work for it, and f**k, if it isn't Increasing the anticipation of how this evening is going to end.
She leaned forward in her seat, her eyes locked onto mine intently "For this plan to succeed, we must adhere to a strict set of rules.”
“Oh?”
"Oh?" she repeated, a curious glint in her eyes. "No names. No address. No contact details. Just one night. We... f**k. You know... and then we go our separate ways.”
“Hmm.” I contemplated the whiskey in my glass. It's what I want, isn't it?
No complications or problems. A straightforward s****l encounter. The kind which would be blistering, given the chemistry between us. It’s exactly what I'm looking for. I’m not even looking for a long-term relationship, or indeed, to get married. Not like my brothers who have, one-by-one, they had broken marriage. I’m nowhere near ready for any of that. What I’m looking for is a good fuvk—-the kind of s*x that will allow me to forget the responsibility I carry on my shoulder for Finn.
It was a strong reason why I drove to the bar tonight, it was a place I tend to frequent because it’s far away from my brother's usual haunts.
Over the years. I have tended to come here when I needed to get away from it all. I normally booked a room above the bar for the night and sleep off my hangover before returning home. Only the owner knew my true identity, and he had swore to keep it a secret.
Maybe the bartender suspect that I'm Finn. If he does, he’s never given any identification. And I would prefer to keep it that way. Normally, I prefer to keep a very low profile and not talk to anyone, but today, I walked into the bar and for the first time, I had spotted a woman on my own.
Her tight jeans and dark-red corset that fit her pale skin made my balls tighten. I knew, even before she turned her head, that she was beautiful — her hair curling down her back, her luscious hips thrust out as she leaned forward and took a drink.
I knew then, I wasn't going up to my room alone tonight. I’m going to have her in my bed tonight if this works out-things are working out, Right. I’m going to f**k the s**t out of her, and then walk way in the morning. So why am I not satisfied? Why does it seem like I want more?
“What about hard limit?” I muttered.
“Excuse me?”
I glance up to find her gaping at me. “Did you just ask—”
I tilt my head. “About your limits. Is anything off the table tonight?”
Her nostrils flared, and a blush crept across her cheeks. In the dim light, the red highlights in her gorgeous hair shimmered like embers.
"And if I say no, would you accept it?" She posed the question, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
"No," I replied, my tone flat and unwavering.
She stretched her arm across the table and gently took the glass from my hand. Tilting her head back slightly, she took a sip of the cool liquid.
“Should I have a safe word?”
“When you are with me. You won't need a safe word. You will trust me to handle you the way I think you would want me to.”
“That's a lot of trust you are asking me to put in a stranger.” She wrinkled her nose.
So damn adorable. “The very fact that you are talking to me means you trust me.” I point out.”
She seems to think about it, then nods slightly. “About the hard limit then—” she jut her lips tight together before speaking again. “No anal…”
“Unacceptable. And that’s not what I meant. You know that.”
“Wait, what?” She opens and shut her mouth. “how the hell am I supposed to know that?”
“Because I planned on taking your p***y, your ass, your mouth, every hole in your body, and many times over before the night is out. We clear about that?”
She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart seemed to pounding in her ears, and she swallows hard, her throat must be feeling dry.
Her cheeks seemed to be flushing with heat. And if I glance down at her chest, I'm sure that I could see her reflection, her n*****s would be hard and visible through the thin fabric of her corset. The tight bodice accentuates every curve of her body, and I can't help but feel self-conscious.
“Are we clear?” I ask again.
She slowly nods. “So, if I don't have a safe word, and if we are not establishing hard limit, how do we proceed?”
I rake my gaze over her features, then reach over and take the glass from her. “We will have to play it by ear.”
“By ear?”
“Yes, I won't do anything outside of what I had outlined earlier.” I responded.
“So, no hard- core S&M, then?”
I stiffen. “You know exactly what I was talking about?”
“Look, it’s twenty_twenty-four. People read, and go on pornhub, so yeah. I know what S&M means. I have never gotten excessively kinky with a partner, so I don't know if there's something I wouldn't enjoy; not until I try it, I suppose.”
“I promise not to go into the hard core stuff.” I hold my hands up.
“So, you have been into the more hard core stuff?”
"Why are you so interested in that?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "Are you... jealous?"
A scoff escaped her lips. "Jealous? Why on earth would I be jealous? I was simply curious, that's all.”
"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," I cautioned, my lips curving into a knowing grin. "Curiosity can be a dangerous thing, you know.”
"You're so annoying!" she hissed, her voice sharp and cutting through the silence. With a practiced grace, she stretched her hand across the table, aiming for my glass. I jerked my arm back, keeping the drink just out of her grasp.
“Hey, listen up.” I said my voice stern. “I don't want you stumbling around drunk when we do this. I need you to be wide awake, alert, and In full possession of all of your braincells when we fuck.” I drain the glass and place it on the table with a snap, then rise to my feet.
Her face flushed bright red, her cheeks burning like fire. Her eyes widened, the pupils growing large and dark.
“Anyone ever tell you. You are a true gentleman, the way you speak?” Her voice comes out rough, and she clears her throat.
“You didn't come here to have a drink. You came here because you want someone who can f**k you hard, someone who takes you with enough passion that you see stars. You want —” I reached over and run my knuckles down her forearm.
“You want someone who can f**k the attitude out of you, you want it rough. I promise you that you are going to be feeling the shape of my c**k between your legs for many days to come.”
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