Jack getting down on me

The driver, whom I was too ashamed to look at even though he hadn't witnessed the whole sexual thing, pushed opened the double doors that were two times Jack's height and probably ten times stronger than him.

I stole a glance of his face, saw nothing but the serious and professional demeanor leaking from his body. Good. Good.

We stepped in the poorly lit mansion. For a house this grand and phenomenal, I expected a better reception. Or at least better lighting and all that.

I was busy being disappointed by a place I had no idea what we were doing there when people chorused out of the darkness; "Welcome back home Sir!" Then the lights came on, blinding me for a second.

Talk about a 'lit' welcome.

They stood in two rows, creating an aisle between them that came up to the doors. Must have been at least thirty. Good God, who needed these many servants?

Had they just said, back...home...Sir?

I shot Jack a questioning glance. But all he did was take my hand and walk me towards the strangers in neat gray uniforms. There were of all ages, from young to old. And they didn't seem too surprised to see me.

"That was, nice of you all." Jack praised formally.

He then placed a hand on my back and nudged me forward as if to present me to the strangers. "This, is Annie. The Lady of the house. She'll be in charge of everything. Whatever she says, you do... Any objections?"

Well this wasn't a lot of pressure.

Who am I kidding, what the hell was I supposed to do or say when Jack had put it so coldly. This was a new side of him that I never saw everyday. And how had I ended up in the Monreal mansion, as the 'Lady of the house'?

While I had a dozen questions for Jack, I didn't dare ask in front of the servants.

***. ***. ***.

I threw eyes on the maroon door at the corner of the room. It was an adjacent door that would lead one in Jack's room, as one of the servants had explained.

This would be my new home. It was apparently Jack's childhood house, where he grew up, where he was born. Yep! JACK was born in this very house, delivered by a housewife since his dad was very traditional.

I bit my lip and rushed across the spacious room, only to freeze in front of the maroon door.

Should I? Should I not?

Not like he would be naked at nine. Jack usually had his night showers at around ten thirty, so me showing up in his room was not inconvenient, right?

Taking a deep breath before the courage could disappear, I tilted the curvy golden handle. To my surprise, it wasn't locked, and the door swung to my side.

"Okay Annie. You're going to clarify a few things about the drastic changes, nothing more." I breathed walking in the next room.

A familiar scent was spread in the air, one that I could only smell in Jack's room in my house. The tall black curtains were shut, giving the room a mysterious appearance. Not forgetting the majestic chandelier raining white light down on my awed face.

Above the huge bed was a painting of a cherry blossom that sent shivers down my spine from how flawless it looked.

As I stared at the painting, the lights suddenly died, urging a surprised gasp from my lips.

"Shit!" I spat, turning to feel my way back to my room. "It's my first day here universe!"

I stumbled on something...no, someone!

My feet jumped to the side while my mouth readied to produce one ear piercing yell that would bring down the ceiling.

The person I had stumbled was fast, his hand pressed on my mouth, suppressing it to a deep muffle while the other hand drew my body to them.

My palms went flat on the bare flesh of a warm chest.

"I've been waiting!" A manly voice declared.

It was him.

Jack. My hot housemate that every woman could only dream of. The even beating of his heart under my palm indicated his truthfulness.

I wanted to speak, but the hand allowed none of it.

You've been waiting?

"When I remove my hand, I don't want to hear you say a thing. Am I clear?"

I could only nod.

With my assurance, he dropped the hand but not off of me. It instead slid down to my waist. Then further down till he picked me off of the floor.

My heart did a flip-flop, my legs wound at his waist and my hands gripped at his neck for all the support I thought I needed. But in reality, Jack would never have let me fall...ever.

He started walking forward in the darkness, afraid not of hitting something or falling.

He grew up here dumbo!

Oh, right!

His breaths fell on my face, they were getting uneven with each step he took till he finally came to a halt.

"Now, I remember we have unfinished business from...the car."

My intestines immediately ignited.

"I'm a man of my word!" He breathed in a sensual tone. Right before I felt my body being flown in the air till my back rested on something soft like a, bed.

I really tried to shut the hell up.

"Jack!" I panted, praying to heaven that my wild heartbeats weren't audible.

"Uh-uh-uh! I said-" Jack completely withdrew from me, "-no talking!"

It went quiet for a few seconds, then two hands suddenly gripped each of my thighs and pushed them apart. I couldn't hold in the loud gasp.

"I'm sorry!" I cried.

"Let me say it to you once again dear Kitty, now words allowed. However, gasps, moans and all sounds of pleasure are permitted. If you utter a word, the game ends. Do you wish wish to continue?"

"M-hh!" I muffled, excited about what was coming. Sounds of pleasure he had said.

"Good!"

The next part was his fiery fingers sliding my pajamas off. Thank heavens I had no underwear, quick and easy access baby.

"If you don't like anything I'll do to you, tap my shoulder and the game will end... Now, close your eyes Annie. Let your Beast of a man begin the game."

Beast of a man? Oh gawd! I was flushing with embarrassment. That was the name of the folder in my laptop that had all of his photos silly me had stolen from his Instagram. How did he even see that damn folder?

All questions were whisked out of my brain when I felt hot breaths fall on my...center.

Jackson Raynatt, the tough beast, the good-looking male, the overprotective being...was about to go down on me.

It was a first time for me, yet I could already feel my eagerness bubbling from my lower abdomen.

His hands gently gripped my thighs before placing the back of my knees on his shoulders.

He did nothing for about thirty seconds, heightening my anticipation. I wriggled a little, grabbing the fabric under me as much as my hands could.

What was he waiting for?

Was this part of the game?

I got the answer when I felt a kiss on my left thigh, pushing me to release one slow moan. "Oooooh!"

That didn't slow Jack even the least, he continued laying kisses down my thigh before shifting to the other thigh and repeating the process.

My moans started growing, coming out one after the other. And my body wriggled like a worm. I could already feel myself dripping from the intense arousal.

When I thought my body could not make anymore, Jack's mouth finally got to my bud. He licked it, now slowing his pace but not his ragged breathing.

"Oooooh!"

He licked again.

And I moaned again.

His hands on my thighs went firm, just before he started moving his hot wet down along my sex. My moans got louder and louder. My squirming grew fiercer.

How could one part of the body produce such pleasure? It had to be illegal feeling this good. Had to be.

"Oh gawd! Oh gaawd!" I moaned trying my best not to give in to the building pressure on my lower abdomen. I didn't want it to end. I wanted Jack to go on even for the entire night if he could.

He didn't seem to mind from the gentle licking and sucking.

When I once again thought it could t get better than this, Jack moved his tongue to play with my bud and introduced a finger. It slid in me without trouble from how damn wet I was.

"Oh...fucking...gawd! Ooooooh!"

The back of my head drilled into the soft bed, arching my chest in the air, offering myself completely to my Master. He could have my body, my soul, my heart and everything I owned.

The finger inside did things to me that I have never experienced before. It tore through the very last shield I had put up against the threatening orgasm.

And like a boiling volcano, I erupted, sending my whole body in a series of sweet vibrations that rippled to every inch and nuke of my existence.

I hardly felt Jack retreat, or set my legs down. But I did hear him chuckling while scooping my body from the edge of the bed. He laid it further up on to give it a comfortable position.

"I win!" He whispered kissing my forehead.

I could not argue with that. Whatever he had done to me had sure as hell felt like the best sleeping pill anyone could take. My body had faded and bowed to the exhaustion.

I whispered before I drowned in the wave of sleep, "Thank you."