He curls the belt around his other palm then stretches it out. He shakes it out, the sound like a whiplash. I jump.
57
JJ
"Let’s see if I can’t defeat your own personal record." I walk toward her, her eyes round. She slides up the pillows until her back is to the headboard.
I throw my leg over her waist, and without leaning my weight on her, I crowd her so she can’t move further.
"J… JJ…" Her chin wobbles. "You… you don’t scare me."
"Good. Raise your arms over your head."
Her pupils dilate. Her breaths come out in pants.
"Either you do it, or I’ll do it for you."
She gulps, then raises her arms as directed.
"Good girl."
Her breath catches. Color stains her neck, then the tops of her breasts. Her nipples are peaked against the fabric of the dress she’s wearing. I lean over, knot the belt around both of her slim wrists, then loop it around the headboard. I tighten it, and a shiver slinks down her body.
"JJ, please."
"It’s Jack," I remind her.
"Jack," she breathes, and goddamn, the sound of my name from her lips thrums through my veins. The blood drains to my groin, and the crotch of my pants grows impossibly tight. I test the knot, making sure it’s not too tight, then unknot the tie from around my neck.
Her jaw drops. "Wh-what is that for?"
"What do you think?" I place it over her eyes and her entire body jolts. It’s as if I’ve buried myself inside of her, only I’m not yet touching her. Not really. "Relax, baby." I tie it around her eyes, then because I can’t stop myself, I place my lips over hers, not touching her but breathing her air.
"I can sense you, JJ." She moans. "I know what you’re up to."
"It’s Jack, and I don’t think you do." I lick her lips, and before the shudder can make its way down her body, I push off the bed. I pad away.
"Where are you going?" There’s panic in her voice.
"I’ll be right back, baby. I promise."
I walk into the bathroom, rummage around in the drawers until I find what I need, then I walk back and climb onto the bed. She tips up her chin, no doubt sensing my movements.
"Ready, girl?" I brush my lips over hers. When I pull back, she chases my touch. "So greedy." I chuckle.
She pouts. "You’re such a tease. You—"
I hook the scissors in the neckline of the dress, then cut my way down the length.
"What are you doing?" She pants. "Are you cutting my dress? I love this dress."
"I’ll get you a hundred more." I cut down the length of her torso, past her panties, until I reach the hem of the dress. Then I place the scissors on the bedstand.
I catch the two separate halves of the dress and tug them apart. Goosebumps rise on her skin. The honeyed curves of her breasts swell over the cups of her demi bra. Her nipples outlined against the fabric. Her waist is tapered and the slight swell of her belly dips down under the waistband of her panties. The dramatic flare of her hips calls to me. I slide back to straddle her legs, then lower my head to the apex of her thighs. I sniff deeply, and a whine bleeds from her lips.
"Why do you do that?"
"Why, don’t you like it?"