Sweetest Sin||BookOne

Love On The Run

Reece

I can't stop shaking. No matter how much I try, my body is damn near vibrating. My wife is in danger and it's because of me.

 No, it's because of him. I tell myself.

 My gaze cuts to Jameson as he brings the last of our luggage into the huge mountain side house we will be living in. If I were in a better mood I may enjoy the beauty of my surroundings, but all I can hear are the words that Jameson spoke on the plane.

"Millions of dollars are on your head," he'd said.

"Hey, look at me," I hear Madison say so I give her my eyes. She swipes her thumbs over the tears that fall down my cheeks. Tears that annoy me. "You will be alright. We will be alright. I promise." My head nods up and down although I don't believe a single thing she is saying to me.

"You two come," Jameson says as a group of unknown men take our things. He proceeds to show us around the extravagant home. We have five bathrooms, seven bedrooms, a walk in closet that's every fashionista's wet dream and a heated infinity pool, that an extension of the third floor of the house. When our tour is over, Jameson has us feed the most amazing home made Italian food before sending everyone away including Madison.

"Is there something you want to say to me?" Jameson asks as we both nurse our scotch. My rage is almost too much to bare as I look him in his perfect eyes.

"I can't help but think this is your fault," I snap as I slam my glass down hard enough that the scotch swirls out of the glass onto my hand.

"How so, baby boy?"

"Don't! Don't act naïve! You know I'd still be on that case if you hadn't force me off of it! So fuck you for this!"

"Watch. It." Jameson sneers as he slams his own glass down. "You were representing scum. On top of that, you and I both know you would have never been able to win that case and you would have been dead before you left the courtroom the day of sentencing. So," the large man stands. "You are more than welcome."

"Fuck you!" I scream out in frustration.

My mouth goes dry as I watch Jameson storms towards me. For reasons I'm not even sure of I stand up abruptly, my chair slamming to the floor behind me. Lifting my hand while in a fist, I slam it into Jameson's face. He eats the pouch as if it were nothing as I shake out the ache. Instead of hitting me back Jameson wrestles me to the ground. "Get off!"

"You are out of line, baby boy! I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOU!"

Madison must hear the commotion because I hear her voice but she's cut off by Jameson telling her to get out, which she does.

"You want to act like a child, I will treat you like one." Jameson says in a eerily calm voice. He then stands up and releases his belt from his pants. "Up! Now!" He barks and I whimper. Fuck. The sound of his voice, the demonic look in his eyes has me aching, and I hate it. I want to be angry at him, but who am I kidding? Getting off that case was the best thing that has ever happened to me. My life was always in danger but I ignored it. Jameson saw this, and he...saved me. Well he's trying to. 

With that thought in mind I scramble to my feet. 

"Clothes off, then I want you on your hands and knees on the table."

I make quick work of my clothes, then I climb on the table. My dick is hard as a rock as I wait in deafening silence. Jameson runs his large hand up my the small of my back until he gets to my shoulders. He pushes down softly giving me the signal that he wants me face down ass up. Once I'm to his liking, the whoosh of the air is the only thing I hear before I feel the leather on my lower back. I jolt as I stifle a groan. Another four powerful hits have me wanting to fold in on myself.

I end up with twenty hits and by the end of them I'm so hard it hurts. Jameson pulls me by my hair until I'm resting on my haunches. I lick my lips as I stare into his eyes. They are bloodshot and he looks so damn tired. Those same eyes dart down to no doubt look at my erection. I shudder when Jameson licks his lips before releasing my hair. He never takes his eyes off of my dick and I almost come unglued when he bends and kisses the tip of it. Licking his lips again, he hums before swallowing the head. I moan as I instinctively push forward causing Jameson to gag. My body stiffens but not for long. Jameson looks up into my eyes and takes me further into his mouth. He looks timid yet excited, so I push forward again.

"Oh yes, Jae," I moan while throwing my head back as Jameson takes me even deeper. If he deep throats my dick I swear I'm coming on the spot. My hands cup his face as he gives me more of his mouth. When he can't take anymore he pulls back and stands to his full height.

"Off the table," he grates out.

I get down and Jameson turns a me around pushing my upper body against the table. His face is buried in my ass moments later and a few minutes after that his dick slides into me.

"Fuck!" I shout as Jameson begins to hammer my ass. He takes his belt, wraps it around my throat and pulls. My head flies back as I choke on my scream. Jameson is fucking me like a mad man. It hurts so fucking good that tears stream down my face.

"Gonna come," I pant. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkk!" I scream as my dick twitches then erupts. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my orgasm consumes every inch of me. Jameson doesn't slow in his fucking. Whimpers escape me as I feel my first orgasm bleeding into another—which has never happened. My eyes bulge while my mouth drops in a silent scream. It hurts, I'm in hell. But God, with each stroke of his dick against my prostate, I'm in heaven. I'm leaking cum and it feels like my orgasm will never end.

Finally Jameson shouts in pleasure as I feel him twitch inside of me.

We both are panting as Jameson holds me to him, while resting his head in-between my shoulders.

"Shit," I hiss when Jameson pulls out of me. I turn around to face him only to find him looking shell shocked. His eyes scan my body and I follow his gaze. When I look down at the floor there's blood and that swhen I realize that he broke the skin badly when he whipped me with his belt.

"I'm sorry." Jameson murmurs. "No," he counters with a shake of his head. "I am not sorry. This is who I am. This is what I crave. I have made you bleed but it won't be the last time. Can you understand and accept that?"

"Yes," I say without hesitation.

"You're a fool if you think Reece isn't happy about the marks you left behind." Madison says as she suddenly walks in. She eyes my body, and me knowing my wife, I know she scanning to see what will be the best course of action when it's time for my aftercare. "Baby boy likes pain, the more you give, the happier he is. Always." I give her a tired smile as the jet-lag bares down on me. Madison pouts before offering me one of her hands. "All of us need rest."

"Second that," Jameson says, following it with a yawn. He takes Madison's free hand and kisses it before releasing it with a sigh. "But I have business to attend to. You guys go rest, I'll be up soon." I frown at Jameson but he gives me a stern look before I can even protest about how much I don't like the idea of him not getting sleep with us. He kisses my cheek before leaving Madison and I watching as he gives us his back.

"All work, no play." I grumble as I look to Madison. She give me a mischievous smirk that I know all too well.

"Well we will just have to rectify that won't we?"