Chapter 51: Ball And Chain

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The scent of the ocean drifted in through the open balcony door of the bedroom.

I had just taken a shower and I was wearing a dark-blue hotel robe while sitting up in bed. Doing my best not to wake Jade, I snuck back in next to her and smiled as she immediately curled up into my side.

She had not woken up once since having passed out from exhaustion.

A small grin twitched at my mouth as my eyes looked at the various bruises and love bites across her body. I caused those, she was mine, and seeing them upon her smooth skin made my ego swell.

Miraculously, I somehow had fallen asleep next to her. A first for me, sleeping next to another person. However, I only slept for about three hours before my body had had enough.

I had never shared a bed with anyone before. But then again, Jade was not just anyone. She was someone who had become most special to me, and in the last two years, she had managed to worm her way into my heart. Even though I had been apprehensive about her touching me, I knew that I had to trust her. It was the only way we would be able to work. When her fingers had slowly begun to explore my skin, I found myself giving her a side of me that I had never shown anyone else.

We were an unlikely pair, yet so perfectly suited, complimenting each other in every way. Two damaged souls, coming together.

Jade saw something in the darkness that was in me. She had claimed that there was something that spoke to her and called her to my side. She had accepted me for who and what I was, and willingly loved me, not wanting to change anything about me.

In turn, I must admit that I saw that very same darkness staring back at me every time I looked into her beautiful green eyes, and I too was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There were no words to described how I felt about her, but all I knew was that she was mine.

Last night, I had finally told her openly that I loved her. It felt good to say the words out loud and I particularly enjoyed the way her eyes widened at my declaration. Jade knew that I loved her, and knowing her I figured she would never push me to say it out loud. However, deep down, I knew that hearing the words would permanently solidify our union.

That and I loved shocking the shit out of her. So, going forward, I planned to randomly tell her that I loved her when she least expected it. It might probably come in handy for when she was angry.

I chuckled at the thought. As I continued to watch Jade sleep, the tender twinge of my manhood

reminded me of how wild and rough last night had been. She had all but fucked my penis raw, and even when her body was clearly tapping out after being thoroughly sated, she was still greedy for more. And of course, being the generous man that I was, I obliged. I could not help but think about how much I wanted to ruin her for every other man.

Silently, I promised myself that by the time I was done with her, she would be so bruised and sore that there was no way she would ever forget the feeling of me being inside of her body. Based on the way she repeatedly screamed out my name last night, I could say with satisfaction that I was well on my way to keeping that promise.

But even though I had such aggressive urges, I also wanted to be gentle with her, treasure every inch of her.

Being intimate with Jade had me experiencing new things. This was another new feeling to me. While in the past, I knew that I pleasured the women with whom I slept, it had never been my main focus. I paid them to use their body, but consequently, they also got off on the thrill and the pain I had inflicted on them.

It was clear that Jade enjoyed it rough as well, and she had also left her own marks on me.

Another first, I had noted as I stood and looked at my body in the mirror earlier. My chest was laden with love bites and I could feel the sting of the welts she had left on my back.

The way she had touched me last night, I could still feel her on my skin. Jade had made sure to leave no part of my body untouched. Her lips had been everywhere and she had even licked the scar over my right eye at one point, shocking me with her possessiveness.

Jade was the first woman to ever touch me in such a way, and last night was the first time I had ever received a proper blow job. In the past, I would always wear a condom, and while the women were blindfolded and bound, I would take their faces in my hands and fuck their mouths and throats.

There was nothing intimate about what was done at all. Although with Jade, things had been so different. I briefly closed my eyes and I remembered seeing her kneel before me, her face full of determination, as her eyes focused on just me. It was in that moment, as her mouth descended, that I had come to the realization that what we were about to experience would be mind-blowing, and fuck me was I right.

Using my right hand, I gently ran it through her purple hair as she continued to sleep beside me, the sound of her soft and gentle snores reaching my ear ever so often.

With Jade, things were most definitely different. There was a great need to please her. I wanted her to cry out my name in pleasure. It was almost like an addiction, to see her satisfied and the comprehension of such had shocked me. Even though there was a part of me that wanted to inflict pain upon her beautiful body, I had realized that I did not need it to get off.

Being with her made me want things I had never even thought about. Things like being in a committed relationship, as strangely enough, I could see myself being married to her. She was a ball and chain I was willing to have wrapped around my ankle.

As the sun started to rise over the horizon, I began to grow more restless. Sitting still like this was not something I was used to. I was itching to call Vincent to check in on things, as I desperately wanted to get back to work.

However, I did not want to disrupt Jade from her slumber, and I just knew that if I snuck out and left her behind, she would probably shoot me the next time we met.

The thought caused me to laugh softly, as I remembered her playful threat last night about the gun in her purse.

Since turning twenty-one yesterday, I had presented her with a new weapon that was easier for her to carry around at all times. The Kahr Arms CW9 was the perfect gun for such things, and I had it customized in a design that was called a 'Muddy Girl Camo' finish, which consisted of a mostly black weapon with splatters of two shades of the colours purple and silver in various patterns.

The CW9 was specifically designed for concealed carry and was also rated as one of the best guns for women. The one drawback revolved around the stiff recoil, which meant that most women would have difficulties racking the slide. However, since Jade's preferred weapon was the Beretta M9 which was a much more powerful gun, I knew she would be able to handle the CW9 perfectly.

Knowing that she was armed at all times made me feel slightly more at ease, especially as I was on edge lately where the business with the Cartel was concerned.

As the sunlight snuck through the spaces in the curtain, I continued to allow myself to gaze at Jade's naked form as she slept on her stomach. I loved watching the love bites that marred her neck as well as other parts of her body. Her ass was still red from the spanking she had begged me for, and I could feel myself hardening at the memory of her cries as she came after the twentieth slap connected.

"She'll definitely be the death of me," I groaned softly, as I watched her shift in her sleep.

Jade sighed softly as she threw her hand over my torso. The fog of her slumber slowly lifted a few moments later and I knew she could feel my erection poking under her forearm. Snuggling closer to me, she sluggishly opened her eyes to see me looking down at her.

"Good morning," she shyly said, as she gawked at my exposed chest through the open part of the robe.

I observed as her eyes widened slightly, noticing the various nail marks on my skin, courtesy of her during her wild throes of passion. A beautiful crimson colour washed over her face and I raised an amused eyebrow at her.

As Jade slowly moved to lay on her back, I saw her wince slightly. Clearly, there was a soreness between her legs and I revelled in the thought that it was because of me. She was unashamed of her nakedness, stretching languidly as the lines of sunlight danced across her skin through the blinds on the windows.

"Good morning..." I replied while trailing my eyes over her body once more before locking gazes with her as I asked, "How are you feeling?"

I was captivated by the color of her eyes. They twinkled like bright jadeite crystals glittering in the light of the morning sun, and it reminded me of dew grass when freshly watered. She was truly a very beautiful woman. As I continued to stare at her, the sound of her voice soothed me.

"I feel like I got kicked in the vagina repeatedly, and trust me, I know what that feels like," she chuckled, referring to the time when she and Quintin had brawled and beat the shit out of each other to see who was the better fighter.

"Ah yes!" I joined in and laughed with her, remembering the scene, "That particular fight between you and Quintin ended in a draw I believe."

"Indeed," Jade agreed, as she stretched and sat up, her eyes shifting to the clock on the wall, "I'll go get a quick shower and then we can head back to the manor. I'm surprised that you didn't just sneak out and have Jee-min take me home. I know how busy you are after all."

Getting out of bed, I pulled her to her feet, "I figured that I'd not be an asshole on our first night together. After all, I have the rest of our lives to annoy and disappoint you."

"How thoughtful," she rolled her eyes then pecked my cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

Jade's walk was slightly unsteady. It seemed like the ache between her thighs threatened to floor her with each step she took. I would have helped her to the bathroom if she had asked me. But knowing her, I knew that Jade would be damned if she let me witness just how weak in the knees I had her, even if I could see it for myself.

A verbal admission for help would be a sign of surrender. I shook my head as I silently watched Jade wobble to the bathroom. A soft chuckle escaped me at her blatant obstinacy in refusing to ask forassistance. But that was one of the qualities I simply loved about her; her stubborn nature and unwillingness to give up was one of the things that made Jade who she was.

"Defiant until the very end," I murmured, as I went to the door to collect a change of clothes for us.