Chapter 39 #39
Chapter 39
~Cynthia~
After dinner, I went to the room. Tyler had already gone to the lounge. I suppose he won't be back for another thirty minutes, maybe more if he gets caught up in one of his business calls.
Perfect time for me to call Jack.
I closed the door carefully, then grabbed my phone from.
He answered on the second ring.
"Hi baby." His deep voice broke through the silence
"Hi Jackie," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "How're you?"
"I'm good, better now that I'm hearing your voice. You want us to meet?"
"Yes," I said quickly, glancing at the door again. "I think we can do two days. I've told Tyler I want to go on a business outing with the women from the forum, and he believed me. Didn't even question it."
"Of course he did." Jack's laugh was low and confident. "Great, great. I'll have my assistant cover the tracks and arrange everything. A driver will pick you up so there's no trail. Can't wait to see you, baby."
"Me too," I whispered, bringing my voice down even softer. "Muahh." I blew kisses into the phone.
"You're going to be the death of me, Cynthia."
"That's the plan," I teased.
After we hung up, I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, just breathing. God, I'm so excited already. I can't wait to get away from all this. This old cripple doesn't help with my needs anymore, and I'm not about to get frustrated all the time. I deserve to feel wanted. I deserve to feel alive.
I pulled my small travel bag from the closet and started packing carefully. I pulled out the black lace set, the red silk teddy, the mad outfit I got specifically to please Jack.
…
The next morning came faster than I expected.
I was up early, showered, dressed in something appropriately professional-looking. Tyler was already at the breakfast table when I came down, newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other.
"So this women's retreat thing," he said without looking up. "How long did you say?"
"Two days," I replied smoothly, pouring myself orange juice. "Wednesday and Thursday. I'll be back Friday morning."
"And who's driving you?"
"The forum arranged a driver." I kept my tone casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Tyler nodded absently. "Alright. Have a good time. Try not to spend too much."
I kissed him on the cheek, quick. "I won't. Love you."
"Love you too."
The words felt hollow coming out of both our mouths.
…
I went out the gate to see the car parked outside. The driver was a young man with professional demeanor, clearly Jack's driver. He nodded at me politely as he loaded my bag into the trunk.
"Ms. Cynthia?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Mr. Patterson sends his regards. We'll arrive in approximately two hours."
Two hours to the secluded island. Two hours to freedom.
I settled into the back seat, watching the familiar streets give way to highways, then coastal roads. My phone buzzed.
Jack: Can't wait to see you. Counted every minute.
I smiled and typed back: “Me too. Almost there.”
…
When we finally arrived, the property took my breath away, completely private, surrounded by crystal blue water. This was Jack's world. Money, taste, complete discretion.
And there he was, standing on the stone pathway leading to the entrance. Tall, broad-shouldered, that confident smile that made my knees weak every single time.
I barely got out of the car before he was walking toward me.
"Cynthia," he said, and then his hands were on my waist and his mouth was on mine, urgent, hungry, like he'd been starving for this.
"I've missed you," he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding down to squeeze my ass. "I've missed this. I've missed everything about you."
"You've starved me for weeks now," I said breathlessly, running my hands up his chest. "I hope you know I'm going all in with you, baby. No holding back."
"I'm counting on it." His eyes darkened with promise.
He took my hand and we walked inside together.
"Come here," he said, voice rougher now, and then he was lifting me, carrying me through the space. I wrapped my legs around him, laughing against his neck as he navigated the hallway.
He kicked open the bedroom door and laid me gently on the massive bed, his body hovering over mine, his eyes searching my face like he was memorizing every detail.
"Wait," I said, pressing my hand against his chest. "I have a surprise for you."
His eyebrows rose. "A surprise?"
"Mm-hmm. You have to wait right here. Don't move." I slipped out from under him and grabbed my bag, heading toward the ensuite bathroom.
"Cynthia," he called after me, "you're killing me here."
"Patience, Jackie," I called back, grinning as I locked the door.
I pulled out the outfit, the tight police costume that hugged every curve, complete with the little hat and the handcuffs dangling from the belt. I changed quickly, checking myself in the mirror. God, I looked good. Powerful. Sexy.
When I opened the door and stepped out slowly, deliberately, I watched his entire body tense.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed.
I walked toward him with exaggerated slowness, hips swaying, the heels clicking against the hardwood. He'd positioned himself on the bed, propped up against the headboard, and I could see the hunger in his eyes tracking every movement.
"You've been a bad boy, haven't you?" I said softly, reaching the edge of the bed.
"The worst," he agreed, voice strained.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, letting my hands explore the planes of his chest, tracing down slowly, teasingly, watching his breathing change, watching him struggle to stay still.
"These," I said, dangling the handcuffs, "are for you."
"Are they now?"
"Hands up," I commanded.
He obeyed, a smirk playing at his lips, and I secured the cuffs to his wrists, then looped them through the headboard. He tested them slightly, the metal clinking.
"Comfortable?" I asked sweetly.
"For now."
The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with everything unspoken but deeply felt.
"Get ready, baby," I said, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "I'll make sure you feel everything you've been missing. But rule one, no touching."
And then, I went down