Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 77

Jenny woke up just as Jack sat on the side of the bed. She inched away from him and looked at him with some degree of hostility. The earlier part of the day felt like a dream. Тhis was still a dangerous man who had abducted her and beaten her harder than anyone had done ever before. Truthfully, some of the hostility was aimed towards herself, because she had allowed it.

No safeword, she remembered, but still, she had called him Sir and obeyed him like a good girl. She wasn't angry that she had enjoyed herself, but rather that he hadn't earned the right to be a part of it. True, he had said he wouldn't give her more than she could handle and he had taken her almost to the edge but not beyond it. But still she didn't trust him.

Jack reached out to caress her face but Jenny jumped out of bed, hoping to send him the message that he wasn't welcome. It didn't seem to work, the look in his eyes telling her she had awoken the wild beast in him. He slowly stood up, making a low growling sound, following her with his eyes, and began approaching her. She backed away but the wall was behind her and there was nowhere to run. She could maybe jump on the bed and dart into the bathroom, but the bathroom door had no lock. She was trapped. She was prey and she was being hunted.

A few paces in front of her, Jack took off his t-shirt, revealing his toned body; his chest just the right amount of hairy - Jenny didn't like those guys who removed all their body hair, she preferred a more natural feel. Her eyes moved away from his chest and down to his fit abs and then further down to where his hands were unzipping his jeans. Jack maintained eye contact, aware of the effect he was having on her.

She glanced in the direction of the bathroom, still thinking of an escape path. He caught her look and with one step was in front of her, his body slamming into hers, his hips pinning her to the wall, lifting her wrists above her head with one sweep motion. The cold wall was stinging her bruised ass. She smelled the same perfume she remembered from earlier - spicy and sweet. Just like him, she thought - he could be so gentle, when he wanted to, his smile could melt icebergs, but there was also the wild, adventurous, spicy side that had turned her ass into a red mess.

"I told you, you were mine," he said and tugged at the ring of her collar, still locked securely around her neck.

"Your body is all mine, your holes are mine to enjoy, your skin is mine to mark however I see fit..."

As he was talking, his free hand was traveling all over her body, caressing, digging his fingers into her skin, pinching, squeezing.

"...your hair is mine to pull you close and to control you..." he continued and ran his fingers through her hair, making a fist at the nape of her neck and sharply pulling her head back.

"...your t**s are mine to squeeze, your n*****s are mine to bite, your c**t is mine to bring you to the edge of sanity and then push you over."

With his last words, he kicked her legs apart and his fingers began making circles around her c**t. She was already wet. Jack's primal show of dominance had done that to her - she longed to be desired, to be possessed so completely by someone. His movements were slow, teasing and Jenny was trying to move her hips, speed up the tempo, but then he pulled away and took a step back.

"Someone will bring food in a moment. Eat, rest, then take a shower and prepare your ass for play. There's a clock in the top drawer of the nightstand. You have two hours. Wait for me kneeling by the bed. Naked."

Jenny did as instructed, not that she had any other choice. She was ready earlier, so she laid in bed on her stomach because it was painful to lay on her back, reading the book of Spanish poems she had started the previous evening. It seemed weird that less than 12 hours ago she had been to a yoga class, she had lived her normal, everyday life and she hadn't known Jack existed.

Jenny came upon a poem that struck somewhere deep in her restless, self-reliant soul:

Traveler, your footprints

are the only road, nothing else.

Traveler, there is no road;

you make your own path as you walk.

As you walk, you make your own road,

and when you look back

you see the path

you will never travel again.

Traveler, there is no road;

only a ship's wake on the sea.

She read it again and again. There is no road, we make our own path. I make my own path, Jenny repeated the phrase in her head. Even when I am not given a choice, I choose how I react ...

Five minutes before her 2 hours were over, she closed the book, left it on the nightstand and sat on her heels, hands on her thighs, palms facing down. This was a pose of peace for her, a grounding posture, as her yoga instructor would say. She closed her eyes and waited.

Jenny heard the door unlock and opened her eyes. Jack came in, wearing a new pair of jeans.

"Are you ready, toy?"

"Yes, Sir."

He hooked a leash onto her collar.

"Humble", he instructed and she lifted her ass, arms straight in front of her on the ground, chest low. Jack's finger gently brushed against her c**t and her p***y, then moved to her anal opening, pressing lightly. He inserted one spit-wet finger in her ass, then a second. Jenny exhaled with pleasure. He took his fingers out and she felt something furry tickle her thighs and then a lubed plug press against her anus. She took a deep breath to relax and it was quickly inside her, stretching her pleasantly. She wiggled her ass and felt the tail move.

"On all fours. Follow."

Jack began leading her, walking slowly, giving her time to follow him on her hands and knees. It was a long way to the room they had played in this morning and Jenny's knees were hurting, but she kept on, unwilling to show defeat so early on.

Once they reached the right door, Jack stopped.

"Kneel."