JACKSON
I've never been at a duller conference.
It doesn't help that my phone is going off - it's past dinnertime and April is back in Seattle, at the house, alone. Bored, too. But she, at least, can do something about it.
I unlock my phone under the table as everyone else's attention is at the front of the room to see that I have four unread text messages from her, all of which are previewed on the home screen.
RECEIVED 8:03pm- i miss you baby ;)
RECEIVED 8:04pm- like really miss you. Really really really miss you. The sexy kind of miss you ;)
RECEIVED 8:06pm- im just laying here in bed… on your side, thinking about what youd be doing to me if you were here. I cant stop thinking about it. Pretty sure im already wet…
RECEIVED 8:06pm- yeah, definitely wet ;)
I purse my lips and clench my thighs tightly together, quelling the blood flow between my legs.
With a sly glance to make sure no one's looking, I text her back.
SENT 8:08pm- are you seriously trying to sext me right now?
RECEIVED 8:08pm- trying… i hoped it was more than trying… did it work?
My fingers are poised over the keyboard, debating my response. She's been eager and willing to try nearly anything in the bedroom, but I want to push her a little further to something she hasn't yet done.
SENT 8:10pm- i dont know. Sent me a pic and lets see.
My leg bounces as I wait for her reply. When I see the typing bubble come up, my heart rate quickens and I can't help but smile as I read her response.
RECEIVED 8:11pm- yes daddy. One moment please :)
When the picture comes through, I close my eyes for a long moment and my dick hardens in my pants, creating a strain on the crotch that I have to lean forward to hide.
She's wearing nothing - nothing at all - most of her face cropped out of the photo. Everything except for her mouth. She has one arm under her breasts, propping them up, nipples flushed pink and hard. Her ribs are showing through the creamy skin of her torso, and one hand is tucked between her thighs, hiding what I what to see most.
Her lips are pulled into a coy smile, half of the lower one pulled by her top teeth. She knows exactly what she's doing.
I hurriedly get up from the table, which startles the guests surrounding, but I don't make eye contact with any of them. I get up without a word and head towards the bathroom. They can't say anything about going to the bathroom, even if what I plan on doing there is far from conventional.
I close the door behind me and the din from the conference is silenced. I shut myself in a stall and lean against the door after pressing April's contact and waiting a single ring for her to answer.
"Hi, daddy," she says, voice low and seductive.
"Are you trying to kill me, April?" I ask, keeping my voice down.
"You said to send you a picture," she says, giggling. "And you know I'm not one to disobey."
I let my head fall so the back of it rests against the tile wall. "God, I wish I weren't here right now," I groan.
She sighs, soft and breathy. "Tell me where you'd rather be."
"Between your thighs, that's where," I say, the words tumbling out. "Fuck." I look down and see that the bulge in my pants is extremely obvious. I wish she were here to run the heel of her palm over it in the way she knows I like - rough and confident while she sits on top of me. "Go get the vibrating panties," I say. "Put them on."
Her breath hitches a bit. "Are we seriously doing this?" she asks.
"What do you say?" I prompt.
The tone of her voice changes when she responds, "Yes, daddy." I hear movement and rustling sounds, then she comes back. "I put them on," she says.
"Sit," I say. "So there's some friction."
"I am," she says. "In your favorite chair. I don't have anything else on."
"Good," I say.
I wish I had the remote, but of course it wouldn't work over the hundreds of miles between us. She's going to have to act as my hands, and I know she'll do it. She loves being submissive under the sheets - dominant everywhere else.
"Turn it on low," I say.
If I really listen, I can hear the low hum of the vibrator working against her. But what's clearer is her pitchy whimper, followed by a long sigh. I can picture her body twisting as she gets comfortable with the sensation, spine curving as the feeling works its way through her.
"It's on, daddy," she says. "Mmm, it feels good. It feels really good." She takes a shaky inhale. "What're you wearing?"
"The suit you love," I say. "Black pants, black shirt, black tie, black jacket."
"God, you look so sexy in that," she says. "Can I turn this up?"
"No," I say sternly. "Keep it on low."
She whines, so quiet I can barely hear, but obeys.
"I know you're in the bathroom," she says. "If I were there, you'd be in the exact same spot. I can never keep my hands off you when you look… that… good," she whispers. "Just like at the hospital gala. When I sucked you off right by the sinks, out in the open where anyone could walk in on us." She moans, sounding a bit desperate. "I love sucking your dick, daddy."
I undo my pants so they fall to the ground, then shove my hand into my boxers and start working.
"I love that vein, the big one," she says, and I can practically feel her tongue moving over it. "I love your strong thighs wrapped around me while I have my mouth on you, keeping me there, not letting me move… when you push the back of my head because it just feels so good…"
I bite my lower lip hard. "Keep going, kitten," I grunt.
"I love when you're so hard, so big I can barely get my hand around it," she purrs. "Do you have your hand on it, daddy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Pump slow," she says. "Just like I would. Because I don't want you to come like that, I always wanna wait 'til you're inside me, and I can feel you shoot off hot and strong, deep inside my body while you have your hands pinning down my wrists… oh, my god. I love it when you fuck me, daddy. Can you feel how tight and wet I am for you? I'm so turned on, I'll let you do anything to me. Anything you want."
"Jesus Christ," I moan, still going slow. "I'm almost there, princess."
"I want you to come," she says. "Come for me, come inside me... Show me who's boss, pin me down and fuck me, daddy."
With one last stroke, my fist wrapped tight around my dick, I shoot my load and keep pumping until I have no strength left. My come is all over my hand, wrist, and fabric of my underwear, but I can't catch my breath quick enough to care. My heart is beating a mile a minute, and I know she still needs to get there.
"Turn the setting higher," I say. "All the way."
"All the way?" she repeats, sounding intimidated.
"You heard me."
"Yes, daddy," she says, and I can hear the sly smile in her voice. I know she's done it, because the moan that comes from her is animalistic. "Oh, god, it's up."
I grin. "Use your hand," I say. "Push the vibrating part against your clit and work it in circles."
When she does, she nearly sobs in ecstasy. "I am," she cries.
"Pretend it's my mouth," I say. "It's my mouth, eating you out, which is my favorite thing to do. You're wrapping your thighs around my head, keeping me right there, while I shove two fingers deep inside you and fuck you that way while giving you the best head you've ever had in your life."
Her breathing doesn't come easy and she whines as she gets closer and closer.
"Don't come yet," I say. "You have to push my head away because it's too much, you're feeling way too much, but I come back." I smirk. "I always come back. Pretend I'm there, eating you like you're the last meal on earth. Sucking on your clit in the gentle way you like, while still fucking you with my fingers, and-"
She comes. I hear her let it go with a burst of a scream, can practically picture her flopping back onto the bed, chest flushed and heaving.
"I'm sorry, daddy," she pants. "I know you said not to, but it was right there, I couldn't stop it… oh, my god."
I pull up my pants and lick my lips. "It's okay, kitten," I say, leaning on the door in preparation to leave. "I'll punish you when I get home."
APRIL
When Jackson gets home from his conference two nights later, I'm in the bath with lit candles surrounding the tub. With my hair tied up in a bun away from my face and a glass of wine in hand, I couldn't be more relaxed if I tried.
When he walks in the bathroom door, he's dressed in his typical travel outfit - jeans and a hoodie. He looks exhausted, but a smile graces his lips when he sees me.
"Hi, baby," he says, bending at the waist to drop a kiss on my hairline. "I missed you."
"I missed you so much," I say, setting the wine down to watch him. "I'm happy you're home."
"Believe me," he says, wandering into the closet to drop his suitcase in there. "I am, too."
"It was too quiet around here without you."
"You?" he says. "Quiet?"
I giggle and roll my eyes. "I talked to myself a lot," I say. "I admit it."
"Well, don't worry," he says, "I made sure I wouldn't have to do any traveling for the next few months or so." He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. "I don't wanna do that again for a long time."
I rest my head against the tub and look at him with shining eyes. "Because you can't stand being away from your wife," I say.
"Exactly," he says, taking off his hoodie. His t-shirt rides up underneath it and reveals more than half his stomach, which I want to get my hands on.
"Come in here, baby," I say, beckoning him forward. "I could use some company."
"Yeah?"
I nod.
"Alright, give me a second."
I sink below the bubbles, hiding everything except for my head, and track him with my eyes as he strips and comes to the edge of the tub. We don't fit side-by-side, and if we take a bath together, I'm usually the one on top of him. But not this time.
"You can crush me," I say, reading his mind.
He chuckles. "I'm gonna try not to."
One leg at a time, he gets in the water and straddles my hips with his knees. With his hands under my armpits, he sits me up slightly so my breasts rest above the bubbles, drowned in the suds that decorate my chest and collarbones.
"You're beautiful," he says, kissing the bubbles off my neck. When his hands find my breasts, he murmurs, "They're beautiful."
As his thumbs run over my nipples, I close my eyes and moan, lost in the pleasure he gives me. I feel him, half-hard, resting against my thigh, and know where I want this night to go. I'm sure I won't be disappointed.
He moves one hand from my chest, sneaking lower to tuck it between my thighs. Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside me after parting my folds and my mouth opens in surprise.
"You like that, princess?" he asks, lips moving against my jaw.
"Yes," I say. "Oh, yes, daddy."
His thumb grazes my clit slightly, which makes my hips jolt forward and my knees spread as wide as they can in the confined space. My hips start moving like they have a mind of their own, matching his fingers thrust for thrust, desperate to find the edge.
"That's my girl," he murmurs, slowing his pace.
Hearing those words, I go even weaker. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and find his mouth, crashing my lips to his in a desperate, hot and heady kiss while his fingers continue working.
"I'm almost…" I mutter, clutching tighter.
But he pulls his hand up and out of of the water, and stands up quickly after that. I shoot him a confused look, but before I have time to be too puzzled, he lifts me out of the water, too.
After drying us both off a bit so we're not dripping, he puts me on the bed gently. He's not being rough or forceful, which tells me he either has something up his sleeve or he wants to try something he's not sure if I'll go for. Probably both.
I rest on my elbows, watching him with my knees pressed together as he crawls onto the bed, too. He pushes my legs down and overlaps my body, kissing his way to my breasts where he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks on it gently, making me moan while he massages the other with purpose.
"I'll have to go away again eventually," he says, not bothering to break from me before speaking.
I furrow my eyebrows, wondering why he's bringing this up now. I don't want to think about him leaving again when he's only just returned.
"I want something of you to bring with me when I go," he says, picking his head up to look at me.
"What do you mean?" I ask. "My underwear, or something?"
He smirks. "I wouldn't turn that down, but no. That's not what I had in mind."
"Then what?"
"Let's make a sex tape," he says, skimming one hand down the side of my waist.
I raise my eyebrows, caught completely off-guard. "Wait, what?"
"No one else would ever see it," he says.
"Jackson, I'm not… I can't make… that's like making porn," I say, eyes wide. "I'm not a porn star."
"No," he says. "But you're my sex kitten. And I wanna see that even when I'm far away and can't touch you… can't make you moan, I wanna hear you and see you like you're right there with me."
"Isn't that what Skype is for?" I say.
"This is different," he says. "It's sexy. It's like a secret; only we will know about this tape, and it'll be hotter than you think."
"What if I look bad?" I say. "What if the image in my head is totally different than what I actually look like?"
He snorts. "If anything, you look better than you think," he says.
I study his face, knowing he'd never push me if I was really adamant on saying no. But I find myself caving, almost interested in what the end product will be like.
"Okay," I say, shaking my head slightly. "Go set up the camera."
A manic smile appears on his face while he goes into the closet in the hall to get the tripod and the camera, and while he does that I pull on a green silk robe and tie it at the waist.
I wait for him on the edge of the bed, telling myself to just forget the camera's there. I don't want to look at it and make eye contact, or make weird faces when I'm nervous, because that'll ruin the whole thing.
After the camera is set up, Jackson disappears again and comes back wearing boxer briefs and carrying a bottle of honey, a tray of ice, and my vibrator with the circular head on top.
"Oh, god," I say. "What are you gonna do to me?"
His eyes flash. "I promised you your biggest orgasm," he says. "And I don't make promises I can't keep."
I look at him with welcome surprise, and he reaches to turn the camera on.
"Lay back," he says. "Robe off."
I can't help but smile as I hear the change in his voice. Now, he's dominant and he'll tell me what to do, and I'll like it. That's how we work.
I do as he says. I shed the robe and scoot to lie flat on the bed, my fingertips resting over my ribcage. I hear the lid of the honey crack open, and with closed eyes, feel him squeeze the liquid over my chest, lower to circle around my nipples, and in patterns over my stomach and thighs.
I crane my neck to look at him where he starts on my legs, his warm, wet tongue makes a wide path over my inner thighs. He moves slow, eyes closing as he licks the honey from my body, and I clench the covers in my fists.
It sticks to his lips and my skin, but he takes his time cleaning every drop.
"You taste so sweet, kitten," he groans, one hand on my hip while he sucks hungrily on my breasts, making sure the honey disappears. He bites my nipple gently, which makes me moan and squeeze his lower body between my thighs. My core is throbbing, in need of friction, and I feel the wetness there - practically dripping.
When he kisses me, his lips are like candy. I'm sticky and breathless, my hands on either sides of his face while we kiss, his erection pressing against me insistently.
"Put the ice on me, daddy," I moan, and he licks my neck to make sure all the honey is gone.
"Hmm?"
"Please," I whisper. "Please, daddy."
"Good girl," he says, reaching for it. "Open your legs."
I do as he says, spreading my knees so I'm bared before him, and he runs an ice cube over my hip bones, the insides of my thighs, and across my lower belly. My skin tingles with the contact as it leaves a shiny trail of moisture behind, and he watches my face as he moves it around. After it's halfway melted, Jackson lifts it to his mouth and sucks on it until it's gone.
Then, in one quick motion, he attaches his mouth to my core. The coldness from his lips and tongue makes me see stars, and I can't help but hold his head tight between my thighs.
"Oh, god," I moan, feeling his flat tongue work its way inside me. It makes me jolt, the abrupt temperature change, and my hips tremble from the sensation. When his mouth gets closer to normal temperature, he picks out another ice cube and, as his eyes flash, carefully runs it over my outer lips.
The cold is jarring. My toes curl as he presses sweet kisses following the trail of ice, and it's all I can do not to crawl out of my own body.
"That feel good, princess?" he asks.
"So good, daddy," I whisper, eyelashes fluttering.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you?'
I nod as best I can. "Yes, daddy."
I still have my eyes closed, so it surprises me when he sinks inside me and pins my wrists above my head with both hands. His hips thrust powerfully, forcing me to throw my head back and moan, wrapping my legs around the backs of his thighs.
I moan, long and drawn-out, as he pumps quick and rough. The sounds I make are broken up by the way he jerks my body, and I relish the way I couldn't move even if I tried.
"Just like that, daddy," I say, licking my bottom lip as I open my eyes right into his.
"Yeah?" he breathes. "How good is it, baby girl?"
"So good," I whine. "So, so good."
His his keep pumping into me, and his grip on my wrists tightens when he gets close. I groan when he shoots off inside me, his hips following through on the bursts as he empties himself in my body.
He gives me no time to recover before he pulls out and slinks lower, reaching for the vibrator as he rushes to get me to orgasm with his mouth. I grab a handful of his hair in both hands as he sucks on me, and can't begin to contain myself when he turns the vibrator on and rests it right against my clit. I don't think I can handle much more, but he finds his way with his free hand and brushes his fingers over the hole that barely gets touched. When he does that, stimulating me in more ways than I can get my head around, I come with a loud scream. It's not a quick orgasm, either. It's one that ripples throughout my whole body and comes in stages, makes my body pulse and twitch out of my control, and when I finally come down, I can barely remember who I am as a person, let alone form words.
"I told you I would," he murmurs, kissing my dewy skin as he makes his way up to my mouth.
"You… did all that… so…" I pant.
"Shhh, kitten," he says, finally kissing my lips. "I know."
17 MONTHS LATER
"Oh no, baby!" I shriek. "We're gonna melt! It's rainin'!"
I cover Isabelle's soft, downy curls to protect them from the pouring rain, and she throws her head back with laughter.
"Is this funny to you?" I tease, holding her tight as we run down the sidewalk towards our house. "Oh, look. The light's on. Papa's home!"
I unlock the door, met with a blanket of silence once it closes behind us.
"Where is he?" I ask, kicking off my shoes while still holding our baby, 8-month-old Issa, on my hip. "Where's Papa? What's he doin'?"
I get her shoes off, too, and she sticks her thumb in her mouth as I get us both out of our coats. Jackson worked from home today, so I assume he's still doing just that. But it's about dinnertime, the hour I usually get home, so he should be done any moment now.
"Jackson," I call. "We're home."
"In here," he calls, and I look at Isabelle with excitement on my face.
"I hear him," I say, and jiggle her. "I hear him! Should we go see him? Go see what's up?"
She claps her pudgy hands and flashes me a three-toothed smile, and we make our way inside the house. As we walk into the kitchen, I see Jackson sitting in the living on his laptop, wearing a devilish smile.
"Hi, honey," I say, adjusting the baby.
He looks up at me for just a moment before his eyes travel back to the screen. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, then waves at Isabelle. "Hi, beautiful."
I take a few steps closer. "What're you watching that's got you so smiley?"
He laughs and his shoulders bounce. "You're not gonna believe what I found," he says.
"What?"
He nods me forward and turns the screen. Luckily, Isabelle's head is facing over my shoulder because what I see is my naked body covered with shiny, sticky honey as Jackson slowly licks it off. The lighting is dim, but I can tell that's our room. Our room almost two years ago, that is.
"Oh, my god," I say.
Following my voice, Isabelle turns her attention to the screen, but I spin us around so she faces the other way.
"No, no, no, baby," I say. "You don't need to see Mommy like that. In fact, I'm not sure Papa needs to see Mommy like that, either."
"Oh, yes he does," Jackson says, eyes glued on the image.
I roll my eyes as I head back into the kitchen. Even as I walk further away, though, I hear errant moans and whimpers, whispers and husky voices.
"Jackson!" I snap playfully. "Turn it off and come help me with dinner."
He looks up with an amused glint in his eyes, then shuts the laptop. "Fine…" he says, sauntering over. He kisses Isabelle on the cheek, then me on the lips. "You can't be too mad. That night was how we made this one right here."
Seemingly realizing she's being talked about, Isabelle reaches out and takes Jackson's face between her palms, and he lifts her into his arms.
"Hi, sweet baby," he says, kissing her forehead. "Your pretty little mama is no fun anymore, ever since you came around. You know that? You stole my crazy wife from me."
"Jackson, shut up," I say, bending to grab a pot from a low cupboard.
He walks behind me and slaps my ass. "Won't even let me watch our very own sex tape…"
I shoot him a look as I stand up straight again. "You need to delete that," I say.
He winds his free arm around my waist as I fill up a pot with water. "Reenact it with me, and I'll delete it," he says, chuckling.
I roll my eyes again. "You're insufferable."
He kisses my jaw, digging his fingers into my sides. "Is that a yes?"
I look at him slyly, batting my eyelashes. We haven't done much of anything adventurous since I got pregnant, or since the baby was born. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the itch to start again.
"Fine."
He raises his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm?"
I pinch his waist between my thumb and first finger, knowing what he wants to hear. Knowing what I'll give to him.
So, in the lowest whisper I can muster, so low that the baby couldn't dream of hearing, I say, "Yes, daddy."
