Mr. Gilinsky // book i

part xviii

part xviii

Song of the chapter: Irresistible by Fall Out By (yas omg)

Recap //

“Who’s earring is that?” I asked him, looking back at his face, which was now pale. //

“Oh. That’s my mom’s. She lost it when she picked up Jas last night. I found it under the fridge.” He laughed uneasily. I just shrugged it off and continued kissing him. 

His teeth pulled my leggings off my legs, his hot breath trailing over the wet patch on my underwear, his wet lips brushing against my heated skin. His long fingers slowly pulled my underwear down as well, his index finger collecting my excitement. He made eye contact with me as he sucked on his finger, his cheeks indenting as his tongue flipped around his finger. 

“Get comfortable baby. Cause you’re in for a treat.” He smirked. He moved so he was on his knees on the floor, and so I was sitting upright against the back of the couch, facing him. He put a pillow under me to sit on, angling my hips to give him better leverage. His hands lightly traced up my calves all the way up my inner thighs, then back down, stopping at my knees. His hands then grasped onto my knees and spread my legs apart, as far as they would go. 

“Things are going to be.. a little.. different this time.” He smirked. Different?

Jack’s Point Of View ~

Her eyes were lit with confusion as she slowly closed her legs. I stopped her before they were closed all the way, opening them back up. 

“Different, how?” She asked, her face contorted with confusion and her usual innocence. I smirked and rubbed her thighs, her bare, dripping sex level with my face.

“Close your eyes. No peeking.” I inserted. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered against her pale skin, her mouth barely agape, letting out short breaths. 

I walked over to the nook under the stairs, smirking as I unlocked it with the vintage key. My finger brushed on the tassels of the whip, across the cold metal of the handcuffs, the silk of the bondages. I grabbed the small bullet vibrator from one of the drawers built in the wall. I slowly closed and locked the nook and walked up the stairs. 

“Jack,” She said faintly.

“I’m here, baby.” I said. She nodded and just sat where she was, with her eyes closed. I hurriedly opened my closed and grabbed two of my ties. I quickly stalked back downstairs and kneeled back in front of her. 

“Sit on your knees and turn around.” I spoke in a demanding tone. She quickly did so. I wrapped her hands together and brought them behind her back comfortably, knotting them multiple times. She faced me again, as instructed, her eyes open this time. 

“Jack.. you’re as hard as a rock.” She spoke, trying to move her hand to reach out and touch it, her frowning once realizing she’s a bit tied up.