Her Master's House
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M through R › Red Eye
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,325
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Red Eye, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Just a Minute
Just a Minute
“How was work?” Lisa asked as she lay curled and tucked inside the spoon of his body.
Jackson spoke into her hair, smelling her, relishing the silky softness, “The usual. Got the surveillance paths re- sorted and double-checked the team’s monitoring schedules - watched Bertha snore on the couch. It’s still pretty cut-n-dried at this stage.”
“You sounded beyond bored when you called.”
Jackson chuckled, “Hmmm…I’ll have to work on that…it wasn’t the tone I was going for.”
Lisa laughed and brought her hand to his jaw as he nuzzled down from the crown of her head and into her neck under her ear, “Oh…you managed the other just right. I wasn’t complaining just…observing.” Lisa felt his tongue curl along her ear lobe and his lips press into tight kisses down her neck. Her nipples started to tighten, which he acknowledged with a slight brush of his hand across her small chest.
But, he didn’t press the issue. Instead, Jackson trailed his hand up her arm to her shoulder and massaged her there. His thumb working in perfect radiating hoops along her neck and shoulder blade, his mind leaving work in the dust, mouth speaking, his lips against her ear, his voice appreciative, a bit awe-struck, “How do you take so fucking much, Leese?”
She felt tears spring to her eyes and willed them away, “I don’t know. I guess I don’t know my own threshold…yet.”
He slipped his hand against her throat to her chin, gently tugging her around and onto her back. His brow was furrowed as he searched her eyes, noticing the brimming tears but not mentioning them, “That’s probably best.”
Lisa shook her head slightly, “Jackson, I may need you to help me find it….you gave me so much and it was so good but…you don’t have to be so nice next time.”
He felt himself go hard and turned onto his stomach, pressing into the bed, hiding what her words and the memories of her did to him, “I’ll have to think on that.”
Anger flared in her eyes, “Why? You weren’t always thinking in the bathroom were you?”
Jackson forced himself to breathe and bite back the nasty retort that sprang to mind. It was dangerous the way she pushed his buttons and this kind of relationship didn’t need any further complicating factors. If she was his responsibility, as she had decided she wanted to be, then it was up to him to take care of her. Sometimes not getting what you think you want is the best thing for you. He stroked her chin near the welt he had raised on the corner of her mouth, “I was but…this was too much.” It was as close as he would come to an actual apology.
Lisa licked her lips and would give no quarter, “It wasn’t too much, it was – good.” She gave him an appraising look and whispered a challenging taunt, “I bet you’re hard right now.”
“Don’t, Lisa. I already told you, it’s not supposed to be about pride. It’s about taking care of you. That’s what you said you wanted.”
She nodded, clenching her jaw, eyes searching the bedroom for something to look at other than him. It hurt her that she needed him and angered her that he may withhold some part of himself to protect her. She met his eyes then and realized what she was really afraid of – that he would withhold to protect himself but that she would believe it was something else entirely. She was afraid of being made a fool. She held his gaze and the bitterness in her voice surprised them both, “Don’t treat me like a fool and give yourself a medal for it, Jack.”
It was all Jackson could do not to bite her, hard and fast and take her, wiping that knowing look off her beautiful face. Instead, he leaned his forehead against hers and counted, slipping kisses down her eye lids and temple, cheek, jaw…he reached twenty and kept going, his tongue and lips skimming and sucking along her collar bone – 25…down to her scar, her breasts, her hands in his hair now…she was murmuring his name sounding apologetic…30…her breathing deepened and she was working to pull him on top of her…by now he could think – there is a difference between dominance and aggression…how many times had he tried to internalize this fucking fact?...35…he refused to be budged and worked his kisses down to her flat stomach, caressing each taunt muscle with his tongue…Lisa groaned and pressed upwards against his mouth, her hands tight on his head, pushing him south.
He stayed in place, pressing his erection tightly, covertly into the mattress, licking every inch of her across her hips then dipping into her belly button…40…It was because it was anything but a simple fact. He was human after all and she pushed every primal button he had hidden away in himself. It never ceased to amaze him how fully Lisa defined the epitome of an equally compelling fact – submission is not the same as passivity.
Jackson slipped a hand under her raised thigh, his two first fingers pushing inside her, his thumb swirling around her clit – she met him push for slow push and groaned again. He watched her move against his hand, feeling her fingers twisting in his hair. At this moment, this is what he would give her. And, something else. He knew what was truly needed now – the sweet stuff. He wanted to tell her she was different from anyone he had ever been with – but, if he had to tell her that…then she wasn’t any different. He sucked the magnificent crease where her thigh and hip met…50…he went for honesty rather than reassurance, “You’re right, Leese…I’m hard for you…but I want to bend you, not break you.”
Her voice pelted down raggedly as her pussy worked slowly around his fingers, “You’re the one that doesn’t want to break. You’re the one, Jackson, don’t put it off on me.”
He was up then, spreading her legs, moving between them, lowering his lips to her open mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him down and into her. Jackson’s mind spluttered in fits and starts…60…ahhh, fuck it. She didn’t get it entirely, but she was on the right trail. He had broken himself long ago-repeatedly – doing so at will was one of his talents but it was Lisa that led him towards a semblance of wholeness – not a healing but a necessary and helpful re-ordering. He felt no urge to tell her as they moved together on their bed. It was enough to be accepted, to be wanted because of himself rather than in spite of himself, to be taken and given rather than spent- enough fucking explanations.
The End
“How was work?” Lisa asked as she lay curled and tucked inside the spoon of his body.
Jackson spoke into her hair, smelling her, relishing the silky softness, “The usual. Got the surveillance paths re- sorted and double-checked the team’s monitoring schedules - watched Bertha snore on the couch. It’s still pretty cut-n-dried at this stage.”
“You sounded beyond bored when you called.”
Jackson chuckled, “Hmmm…I’ll have to work on that…it wasn’t the tone I was going for.”
Lisa laughed and brought her hand to his jaw as he nuzzled down from the crown of her head and into her neck under her ear, “Oh…you managed the other just right. I wasn’t complaining just…observing.” Lisa felt his tongue curl along her ear lobe and his lips press into tight kisses down her neck. Her nipples started to tighten, which he acknowledged with a slight brush of his hand across her small chest.
But, he didn’t press the issue. Instead, Jackson trailed his hand up her arm to her shoulder and massaged her there. His thumb working in perfect radiating hoops along her neck and shoulder blade, his mind leaving work in the dust, mouth speaking, his lips against her ear, his voice appreciative, a bit awe-struck, “How do you take so fucking much, Leese?”
She felt tears spring to her eyes and willed them away, “I don’t know. I guess I don’t know my own threshold…yet.”
He slipped his hand against her throat to her chin, gently tugging her around and onto her back. His brow was furrowed as he searched her eyes, noticing the brimming tears but not mentioning them, “That’s probably best.”
Lisa shook her head slightly, “Jackson, I may need you to help me find it….you gave me so much and it was so good but…you don’t have to be so nice next time.”
He felt himself go hard and turned onto his stomach, pressing into the bed, hiding what her words and the memories of her did to him, “I’ll have to think on that.”
Anger flared in her eyes, “Why? You weren’t always thinking in the bathroom were you?”
Jackson forced himself to breathe and bite back the nasty retort that sprang to mind. It was dangerous the way she pushed his buttons and this kind of relationship didn’t need any further complicating factors. If she was his responsibility, as she had decided she wanted to be, then it was up to him to take care of her. Sometimes not getting what you think you want is the best thing for you. He stroked her chin near the welt he had raised on the corner of her mouth, “I was but…this was too much.” It was as close as he would come to an actual apology.
Lisa licked her lips and would give no quarter, “It wasn’t too much, it was – good.” She gave him an appraising look and whispered a challenging taunt, “I bet you’re hard right now.”
“Don’t, Lisa. I already told you, it’s not supposed to be about pride. It’s about taking care of you. That’s what you said you wanted.”
She nodded, clenching her jaw, eyes searching the bedroom for something to look at other than him. It hurt her that she needed him and angered her that he may withhold some part of himself to protect her. She met his eyes then and realized what she was really afraid of – that he would withhold to protect himself but that she would believe it was something else entirely. She was afraid of being made a fool. She held his gaze and the bitterness in her voice surprised them both, “Don’t treat me like a fool and give yourself a medal for it, Jack.”
It was all Jackson could do not to bite her, hard and fast and take her, wiping that knowing look off her beautiful face. Instead, he leaned his forehead against hers and counted, slipping kisses down her eye lids and temple, cheek, jaw…he reached twenty and kept going, his tongue and lips skimming and sucking along her collar bone – 25…down to her scar, her breasts, her hands in his hair now…she was murmuring his name sounding apologetic…30…her breathing deepened and she was working to pull him on top of her…by now he could think – there is a difference between dominance and aggression…how many times had he tried to internalize this fucking fact?...35…he refused to be budged and worked his kisses down to her flat stomach, caressing each taunt muscle with his tongue…Lisa groaned and pressed upwards against his mouth, her hands tight on his head, pushing him south.
He stayed in place, pressing his erection tightly, covertly into the mattress, licking every inch of her across her hips then dipping into her belly button…40…It was because it was anything but a simple fact. He was human after all and she pushed every primal button he had hidden away in himself. It never ceased to amaze him how fully Lisa defined the epitome of an equally compelling fact – submission is not the same as passivity.
Jackson slipped a hand under her raised thigh, his two first fingers pushing inside her, his thumb swirling around her clit – she met him push for slow push and groaned again. He watched her move against his hand, feeling her fingers twisting in his hair. At this moment, this is what he would give her. And, something else. He knew what was truly needed now – the sweet stuff. He wanted to tell her she was different from anyone he had ever been with – but, if he had to tell her that…then she wasn’t any different. He sucked the magnificent crease where her thigh and hip met…50…he went for honesty rather than reassurance, “You’re right, Leese…I’m hard for you…but I want to bend you, not break you.”
Her voice pelted down raggedly as her pussy worked slowly around his fingers, “You’re the one that doesn’t want to break. You’re the one, Jackson, don’t put it off on me.”
He was up then, spreading her legs, moving between them, lowering his lips to her open mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him down and into her. Jackson’s mind spluttered in fits and starts…60…ahhh, fuck it. She didn’t get it entirely, but she was on the right trail. He had broken himself long ago-repeatedly – doing so at will was one of his talents but it was Lisa that led him towards a semblance of wholeness – not a healing but a necessary and helpful re-ordering. He felt no urge to tell her as they moved together on their bed. It was enough to be accepted, to be wanted because of himself rather than in spite of himself, to be taken and given rather than spent- enough fucking explanations.
The End