A/N Okay, I finally got this story out of my system. Now back to working on my "real" story.
Again, warnings for mature content. Let me know what you think! Hot? Creepy? Boring? Tell me! :-)
She expected to see a triumphant grin on Jackson's face after her admission, but instead received a subtle half-smile. His smoldering eyes were torturing her and the look on his face caused an almost unbearable tickle in her stomach. She quickly wondered if she'd made a mistake by encouraging him, particularly since she was trapped on the bed, at his mercy. Jackson was unstable at best, and as badly as she wanted this to happen, she feared the implications of her decision. Yet here she was, secured to a bed pressed beneath his delicious weight, drowning in the lustful gaze of his eyes.
Impatient that he still hadn't closed the gap between their faces, Lisa lifted her head to press her lips to his. He quickly flicked his head back, avoiding her kiss.
"I don't need you getting aggressive here, Lisa," he said huskily, an edge to his voice. "I'd rather you let me handle this." Taking his hand from her leg, he dug it into her hair and kissed her again. He kissed her hungrily, and she kissed him roughly back, angry and thrilled that he was being so dominant with her. The arrogant asshole.
Stealing his mouth from hers, Jackson lifted himself up her body. He pressed his lips to her raised elbow and kissed slowly down her arm, then kissed across her collarbones and eventually back to the crook of her neck. Each kiss left a tingle of pleasure on her skin.
Lisa was quickly filled with the desire to see more of him and feel his skin against her. It didn't seem fair that she was lying half-naked beneath him while he was still fully dressed.
"Do me a favor," she whispered, causing him to pause above her. He looked down at her, his eyes ablaze. "Take off your shirt," she said carefully, hoping she wouldn't anger him. "I can't do it myself."
He seemed pleased by her request and quickly unfastened his top button, then pulled the soft blue button-down shirt over his head. She barely had time to admire his masculine build before he quickly lowered his lips back to her neck. It killed her that she couldn't run her hands over his smooth skin. She cursed her bound wrists.
He caused another gasp when she felt his hands suddenly slide over her camisole onto her breasts. He groaned against her neck and squeezed the softness painfully tight, provoking a small whimper from her. The sound seemed to arouse him further, and he continued to handle them roughly, squeezing and massaging until Lisa rewarded him with another small cry of pain.
"Please…" she gasped, her breasts aching from his merciless handling. His grip softened only slightly as he quickly ran his lips down her neck and past her collarbones. He ran his tongue along the upper seam of her top, teasing her cleavage. Lisa closed her eyes and subconsciously pulled at her restraints, eager to feel his mouth proceed lower.
Her skin cried out in disapproval when she suddenly felt his mouth and hands leave her. Jackson had sat up away from her, and she furrowed her brow in frustration. Why was he teasing her?
Her stomach dropped when she watched him pull a switchblade from his pocket.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted in panic, pulling uselessly at the handcuffs. Had he come to kill her after all, and had just wanted to get one last thrill before she was dead?
He smiled at her reaction and flicked open the blade.
"Lisa…" he said, moving carefully toward her. "You can be so charming when you think I'm trying to kill you." He moved the knife toward her waist.
Lisa sucked in a breath and braced herself for the blade. Suddenly she felt him whip the knife quickly through her camisole, bottom to top, slicing it in two. She opened her eyes, slowly realizing he hadn't intended to stab her.
He shook his head with a grin as he placed the knife back in his pocket. He leaned forward and took hold of her chin, bringing his face close to hers.
"I already told you," he began, staring intently into her wide green eyes. "I'm not here to kill you. You wouldn't be much good to me dead."
She glared at him, again questioning her decision to allow him into her bed. As if he'd really given her much of a choice.
"No more knives," she ordered softly, still shaking a little from the scare. His brow furrowed at first from her command, then he reached back into this pocket, produced the knife, showed it to her, then tossed it to the floor.
"Thankfully your panties will be much more easily removed," he chuckled, tangling his fingers into her hair and leaning in to kiss her again. She stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed against him and returned his kiss. Finally she felt his hands slide down to her ruined camisole, pulling away the fabric. A thrill went through her as the cool air hit her breasts, and he quickly broke their kiss and lowered his head to them. He nuzzled into the softness and she reveled in the feeling of his scruffy cheeks on her skin. She felt him place wet kisses all over her, building the ache within her to feel his…
Her eyes closed when his mouth finally closed around an erect nipple, sending sweeping pleasure through her. Her involuntary moans filled the air as he sucked her breast, sucking hard enough to be painful without erasing the pleasure. He covered her other breast with his hand, squeezing tightly.
Jackson let out a groan of his own, aroused by her reaction to him, when he suddenly bit down on the sensitive flesh. Lisa immediately cried out and tried to pull herself away from him.
"Stop!" she shouted, a whimper of pain in her voice. To her surprise he immediately released her from his teeth and ceased the merciless squeezing of the other. He looked up at her, his face a mix of confusion and irritation. "You're being too rough," she gasped, suffering from the throbbing sting left by his bite. "You're hurting me."
His blue eyes flashed at her.
"I'm rough, Lisa," he snapped like it was obvious, his face still hovering mere inches from her bare breasts. "What did you expect – Me to be all gentle and tender with you? You should know better than that."
"I know," she conceded, still struck by the frightening beauty of his angry features. "But you did say you were doing me a favor, so back off a little."
He blinked at her, then his brow furrowed again as he placed a hand possessively over her breast. He regarded her for a moment, running his eyes up to her handcuffed wrists.
"You're not really in any position to be making demands…"
She glared at him, strangely aroused by the situation in spite of her irritation. The conflict only intensified her pulse.
"If we're going to do this, we're doing it my way," he stated, his eyes daring her to challenge him.
"Fine," she conceded angrily, again pulling at her restraints. "Then let me go. I'm done with this." If he was this sadistic, she wanted no part of it. Better to end it now before things go worse.
He scowled at her, then finally the corner of his mouth turned back up into his amused half smile.
"Right…" he said softly, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her stomach. He began to place wet kisses all over her abdomen, sliding his hands down and squeezing her hips.
She was at once lost in the feeling of his mouth on her skin again. "I said I'm done," she ground out weakly. He moved slowly up her body, placing small kisses on the breasts he'd offended, then finally hovered his face above hers.
"I'll be good," he said, his half-smile still intact as he ran his fingers over the lacy material covering her hips. She gave him a guarded look. "Let me make it up to you."
With that he quickly moved down her body, and Lisa gasped when he pressed his lips to the front of her panties. His kisses were firm and slow on the moist material as he fingers smoothed gently up her thighs.
"Jackson…" she whispered, intending to order him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. She found the will to try to wiggle away from him, but he held her hips down firmly. A soft groan escaped her lips against her will when she felt him move his tongue lightly along the upper seam of the lace. His hands suddenly grasped the material, and Lisa braced herself for it to be pulled from her body.
"Do you forgive me yet?" he asked huskily, his mouth still pressed against her panties. He paused with his hands holding the lace, awaiting her response.
Lisa exhaled the breath she'd been holding and tried to form a coherent reply. Why did he have to make her talk?
When she didn't respond immediately he growled and dug his fingers into her hips, provoking a small cry.
"No!" Lisa finally answered, her body aching with the need for him to proceed. "I don't."
He chuckled at her answer and swiftly pulled the lace down her legs. Untangling it from her feet, he tossed it to the floor and paused to run his eyes over her. She was finally bare before him, her wrists fastened above her head and her body turned slightly away from him in a futile act of modesty. Completely at his mercy.
Lisa felt chills course through her as she watched Jackson run hungry eyes over her. Being totally vulnerable to him thrilled her, even though it should probably more easily terrify her. Jackson wasn't safe. Then again, she was tired of being safe…
As he lowered his head back down to her, Lisa surprised herself by opening her legs willingly to him, eager for his mouth. Finally she felt his warm, wet tongue penetrate her most intimate flesh. He let out a low growl at his first taste of her sex, the sound both masculine and animalistic. His tongue probed eagerly as he pressed her legs farther apart. His fingers stroked the skin of her inner thighs.
Lisa gave shameless cries of pleasure as he explored her flesh, too enraptured in the sensations he was giving her to feel afraid or angry anymore. She looked down to watch him lick her, and the sight of Jackson's face between her thighs was almost too much to take. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed as his tongue moved fervently up and down her slit.
Feeling an agonizing tightness building within her, she groaned and began to grind herself against his tongue. Aroused by her eagerness, he slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her hips slightly. He pressed his mouth hard against her and his tongue disappeared into the folds.
Abruptly his tongue was replaced with his fingers.
"C'mon, Lisa," he said hoarsely, his hot breath brushing her inner thigh and his fingers rubbing her furiously. "Come on, baby…"
Soon his tongue plunged back into her, flicking eagerly over her clit. Small moans erupted from her as the tightness within her increased. Finally she cried out in pleasure as it released through her, causing her body to shake with its magnitude. Feeling the orgasm sweep through her, Jackson let out a groan of his own and buried his mouth in her soft flesh.
Finally her body relaxed against the bed, the orgasm having run its course. Unwilling to leave her yet, Jackson gave her a few more slow licks, causing her to jump every time his tongue brushed over her now very-sensitive clit. Eventually he placed a few small kisses on her thighs before pushing himself up to look at her.
Her eyes were closed and her breath heavy, her head resting on one of her raised arms. Jackson surveyed his work with satisfaction.
"Forgive me yet?" he asked huskily. Lisa looked at him with glassy eyes, unable to keep a small smile from her lips. He was so damn sexy… "Good," he said, pushing himself off the bed.
Lisa's brow furrowed in confusion until she watched him unfasten his slacks and pull them down his body. A chill ran through her when she realized what was next. She wanted this, right? Like he'd said, she needed this. She ran her eyes over his now nude form and cursed the fact that she couldn't run her hands over him.
He began to climb back onto the bed.
"Jackson," she whispered before he could place himself on top of her fully. He looked at her impatiently, his eyes blazing with lust. "Unlock my handcuffs."
He gave her a cynical look and ignored her request, positioning himself above her.
"I hate that I can't touch you," she persisted breathlessly, causing him to pause and regard her again. "I promise… I'm not going anywhere."
He searched her face and finally rewarded her with an alluring smile.
"Have it your way," he said, leaving her again to retrieve the key from his pants pocket. She worked to keep from gawking at his well-built form as he knelt and grabbed the key. Returning to her, he put the key into the lock.
Lisa sighed with relief as her hands were released from their binding, now realizing how tightly they had been holding her. As he tossed the cuffs to the floor she examined the deep red lines cutting across her wrists.
Jackson quickly resumed his place on top of her, and Lisa was struck by the delicious feeling of his naked body against hers. His skin was blazing with heat and she noticed small beads of sweat on his forehead, a symptom of his lust for her and the energy he had expended pleasuring her. She gratefully smoothed her hands along the taut muscles of his back, then slid them down to squeeze his strong upper arms. He felt even better than she'd imagined.
He smiled and pressed her head into the pillow with a forceful kiss, thrashing his tongue against hers. She groaned and tangled her fingers into his hair, accepting the deep kiss. She felt his hands move down and grasp her legs again, forcing them apart. Breaking the kiss, her mouth dropped when he finally plunged himself into her.
Her face tightened in pain as he withdrew and plunged again. The sharp pain made her feel like a virgin again, it having been so long since she'd been entered. Jackson watched her face as he thrust into her, waiting for her features to relax. They didn't.
"Leese…" he said in a heavy voice, searching her face, slowing the speed of his thrusts. Surprised at his concern for her comfort, she quickly wrapped a leg around him in protest.
"No," she ordered breathlessly, staring intensely into his blue eyes. "Don't stop. It will pass."
Not needing any more encouragement than that, he quickened his pace. Lisa dug her fingers into his back, waiting for the hurt to subside. After several seconds the agony slowly turned to ecstasy, and she wrapped her other leg around him, focusing on the luscious feeling of his hardness deep inside of her.
The bed shook and the world turned as he brought her to another orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his back as she cried out in pleasure.
Lisa found herself lost in the haze of tangled limbs as the fleeting minutes passed. The heat of their passion was thick in the air. His breath, his mouth, his body…
Then just as quickly as it had started, it was over. Lisa held Jackson tightly to her after he had finally released, unwilling to let him move away from her. His face pressed into her neck as he breathed heavily, and she could feel his heartbeat begin to subside as they lay still. The sweat of their exertion felt sticky between them, gluing them together.
Lisa felt dawning realization strike her as she ran her fingers up and down his back. She'd just had sex with Jackson. Pushing away the unsettling thoughts of reality, she reached for his face and pushed his head up so she could kiss him.
He brushed his lips over hers lightly, much of the original fire having left him. He broke the kiss and breathed heavily as he regarded her flushed face.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he muttered without humor. She let out a heavy breath and gave him a small smile.
"No, it wasn't," she said softly, her body still tingling from the pleasure he had given her. He gave another half-smile then began to push himself away from her.
"Wait," she said as she grabbed his arms, suddenly afraid for him to leave. "Where are you going?"
He looked at her incredulously.
"What do you mean, 'where are you going'? We're done. I'm leaving," he said matter-of-factly, breaking away from her grip and rising from the bed. She couldn't keep the shock from her face at his abruptness.
"What more do you want, Lisa? I gave you like fuckin' three orgasms. I can't keep going all night."
Her eyes flashed in anger at his tone and watched him pull on his boxer-briefs.
"Fine," she snapped, crossing her arms over her breasts as a sudden sense of modesty took her. "Just get out then."
He stopped dressing and looked at her.
"You know, you're not being very grateful," he growled, moving toward her again. Lisa recoiled at the look in his eyes when he suddenly grabbed her from the bed and pulled her up against him. "I don't think I deserve this attitude of yours."
"Stop with this 'favor' bullshit, Jackson," she retorted, glaring back at him. "You know you wanted this just as much as I did."
After a moment his tense features relaxed and he smiled, causing the familiar tickle to return to her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her again, moving his lips gently over hers. Lisa tentatively accepted and placed her hands on his bare chest, eager to touch him while she still could. He pulled her tighter then broke the kiss and set her back onto the bed. Turning back to the pile of clothing, he reached for his slacks, sliding the switchblade back into the pocket.
Lisa reached for the sheet and pulled it around her, shielding her body from his eyes. She knew as soon as he left, reality would set in. She wasn't sure how she would handle it.
After pulling his shirt over his head, he turned back to look at her. She was curled into the blankets, avoiding his gaze. He sighed and approached her again, sitting on the bed beside her.
"Lisa…" he said softly, pulling her to face him. "You have no reason to regret what happened tonight."
She blinked at him, again surprised to see this softer side of him. Her brow furrowed.
"What do you care how I feel about what happened?" she snapped defensively, expecting to make him angry. He surprised her with another half smile.
"Because…" he said quietly, bringing his face close to hers. "Next time I come, I'd rather not have to cuff you."
Her mouth dropped at his words.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," she whispered, entranced by the teasing look in his eyes. There is no way this could ever happen again. Sure, she allowed it tonight, but this was a one-time deal. She was not going to have a regular affair with Jackson Rippner.
"You'll change your mind," he said curtly, kissing her again. He brushed his eyes over her indignant yet lovely face one last time, then rose from the bed and walked out the door.
Lisa sat in shock for several moments, incredulous at what had just taken place. A few moments later she heard her front door slam shut, and she knew he was gone.
She looked around her bedroom, searching for proof that he'd actually been here and it hadn't all been a dream. Finally her eyes settled on the handcuffs that had been tossed carelessly to the floor. She scrambled from the bed and grabbed them, inexplicably desperate to have hard evidence of his presence. Then finding her discarded blue panties, she pulled them back onto her body and carried the handcuffs back with her to the bed.
She glanced at the alarm clock. It was nearly 3am, but she knew her nerves were too alive to allow sleep. Setting the cuffs on her nightstand, she ran to her bathroom, suddenly desiring a shower.
As the hot water washed down her body, Jackson's scent and sweat flowed down the drain. Part of her knew the rational thing to do would be to alert authorities that Jackson Rippner was back in the area, but she laughed at the thought. She knew that was the last thing she was going to do. But how could she face the world tomorrow, knowing she'd spent a night of passionate sex with a known terrorist? She waited for some sort of remorse to hit her as the steam brought her back to her senses, but the feelings wouldn't come. She'd been completely ravished by a man she was inexplicably and intensely attracted to, and she didn't feel guilty about it at all. It worried her that she didn't at least feel a little guilty. Was she insane?
After toweling off and pulling on some fresh pajamas, she returned to her bed that still very much smelled of Jackson. She sighed into her pillows and wished for sleep, knowing it would elude her.
"Lisa, are you okay?" Cynthia muttered, eyeing Lisa curiously. It'd already been a long morning at the Lux, and Lisa had had a difficult time functioning normally. It felt like what she'd done last night was written all over her face, and it made regular interaction with people a bit awkward. She had reasoned that Cynthia's odd looks all morning had just been her imagination, but now suspicions were confirmed.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine," Lisa answered with a laugh, working to appear normal as she focused on the work at her desk. Cynthia was leaning against Lisa's office doorway, a quizzical look in her bright eyes.
"But did you get any sleep last night?" she prodded, approaching the desk carefully. "Your eyes look so tired…"
Lisa sighed and looked up at her.
"I'm fine, Cynthia. It was just…" She paused and searched for the right words. "…a long night." She knew she had to address her puffy eyes somehow or Cynthia wouldn't let it go.
The younger woman smiled.
"What is a good long night?" she cooed. Lisa's brow furrowed in irritation at Cynthia's prodding and opened her mouth to respond.
"Oh my god!" Cynthia suddenly exclaimed, reaching for Lisa's hands. The deep red lines from Jackson's handcuffs still clearly marked her wrists. She instinctively pulled her hands away and hid them beneath her desk.
"What happened to your arms?!"
Lisa couldn't keep the blush from her face as she searched for a reasonable explanation. She'd worn long sleeves today intentionally in spite of the hot weather, but they obviously didn't sufficiently hide the evidence.
Her mind moved frantically. She knew the longer she waited to respond the more suspicious it would seem.
"I had an accident when I got home last night," she finally answered, again working to sound nonchalant as she turned back toward her computer. "I'm fine though, thanks."
She could see out of the corner of her eye that Cynthia was still studying her. She inwardly groaned.
"Don't you have some work you should be doing, Cynthia?" she snapped. The younger woman's eyes widened at Lisa's tone, and she noticeably blinked back tears as she quickly exited the office.
Lisa sighed and covered her face in her hands, upset that she had to yell at Cynthia to get her to drop the line of questioning. She'd apologize later. But she knew she had to do anything necessary to keep what happened last night locked in the vault. It was her dirty little secret, and she would take it to the grave.
Rising from her chair, she went to her office door and locked it securely. She quickly went for her purse, reached inside, and pulled out the handcuffs. She let out a small sigh of relief as she fingered them carefully, momentarily reliving the night before. It was risky to carry such a memento around with her, but she couldn't bear to leave them behind for some reason.
She hated that she had no way to contact him, to get in touch when she needed him again. He was like a ghost that would appear when he wanted to appear. Then a chill went down her spine when she remembered that he would know when she needed him again. She doubted their little interlude would stop him from keeping an eye on her. He would come again.
Finding strange solace in the realization, she smiled and placed the handcuffs back in her purse.