Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 19: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Understanding!

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“Why did you use the gag on me this time?” The sexy blonde in the swing panted even as pleasurable aftershocks rocked her body.

Jean unbuckled the bind on one ankle and began to massage it to get the blood flowing. “I didn’t want you screaming the house down.” He said, moving to the other ankle.

“But I thought you usually don’t mind when I do.” Blondie panted.

“I have a guest.” Jean reached for the still spaced-out lady’s hand and drew her to him. “I didn’t want him to hear you.”

Blondie snorted. “He couldn’t have heard. Isn’t your guestroom downstairs?”

“Tell me about it,” Jean muttered. But then, that was the first time he’d had another person in the house whilst using the playroom. At least it was good feedback. “Are you okay? Hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“You know I am.” She went on her toes and pressed a kiss against Jean’s mouth. “Thought I was going to get this today though.” She squeezed Jean’s semi-hard dick through his jeans. “Next time, I want it.”

“You will get it next time. Promise.” Jean said quietly, still wondering why the urge for sex had dimmed immediately after one of the hottest women he knew, had offered to blow him. The images that the simple request had conjured had been erotic and yet had instead dulled the urge to fuck Cindy. The promise of pleasure by her lips paled in comparison to the memories of what he’d had some three days earlier. And those memories had nothing to do with a woman. He’d had to resort to sex toys to bring Cindy her pleasure. Fortunately, it wasn’t strange for him to do that to the females he played with as he sometimes used only toys on them. “Listen, I have some stuff to take care of so...”

“You don’t have to lie, Jean.” Cindy gave a small smile. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

Jean was not one to cuddle or get into a mushy mode after a session and all his ladies knew that. He always cautioned them that he just wanted to play and fuck so if they expected him to make love to them, they were in the wrong place. And they understood him perfectly. But that didn’t stop Jean from being polite all the time. He would rather give them a silly excuse to get rid of them than simply ask them to leave.

“It was great as usual.” She said softly as she began to dress up. “I enjoyed myself. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” Jean nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“You don’t seem like your usual self. You were not into it as…don’t get me wrong, I had a blast.” She quickly stated. “It’s just that… You look preoccupied. You didn’t even come. Have something on your mind?”

More like someone, Jean thought silently, shaking his head to get the image of a sexy, hot, chocolate body out of his mind. “Yeah. Work.” He said simply. “Thanks, Cindy. I had fun.” Yeah, who was he kidding?

“Call me when your mind is clear, okay?” She said as she preceded Jean out of the door.

Jean locked the door and pocketed the key in his jeans, which was the only attire he had on. When they got downstairs, Bradley was sitting at the dining area, drinking a glass of juice.

“Hi,” Cindy called out with a smile.

“Hello.” Bradley returned the smile and then went back to his juice.

He hadn’t known that Jean was entertaining. He thought he was asleep. He’d therefore decided to prepare something for them to eat since it was getting late. If he’d known Jean had a visitor, he would probably have stayed in his room. His plan to drive Jean’s women away had died a natural death after what had transpired between Jean and himself, days earlier. It looked like he was stuck with Jean for now. After his talk with Ty three days earlier, he knew there was no way he could go back to his place.

“You can’t leave now.” Ty had whispered into the phone. “We now know everyone involved. And the list is going to blow your mind. Field Marshal Jonas has been placed under house arrest. The bad news is that General Grupert and some of his dirty fuckers are at large.” He went quiet for a moment and then gave a deep sigh. “They figured it out, Jackson. They know it was you.”

“Good. Time to go and face those bastards.” Bradley had growled.

“Jackson…

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bradley had asked, sounding pissed.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Ty had responded.

“Ty…” Bradley had groaned. So far, Ty had been keeping him posted on everything that was going on. Or so he’d thought.

“That was the only thing I kept from you.” Ty had said as if he’d read his mind. “I know you, buddy. I wouldn’t put it past you to go out there and try to…”

“And that’s exactly what I should be doing rather than hiding out here like a coward, Ty. I’m no coward.”

“No one said you were.” Ty had responded softly. “You single-handedly worked on this, Jackson. The last thing you are is a coward. But this is bigger than all of us. Do you have any idea what will happen to you if those people get to you before we nip this in a bud?”

“I don’t give a fuck…”

“Well, I do.” Ty had growled, getting angry. “And I have my orders. Admiral Mathias says I should keep you hidden and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“And for how long do I have to hide?” Bradley had sneered, his abhorrence for the word ‘hide’, very obvious.

“Not for long. We’re working around the clock to end this. You’ve done enough. Trust your team to handle what’s left. Just take care of yourself whilst we do what we all hate to do…wait for the powers that be to decide the fate of the assholes.” He chuckled. “In the meantime, we’re looking for Grupert and his crew.”

“Ty please be careful.” Bradley had said quietly.

“I will.” He’d given a deep sigh. “It’s almost over. From the way it’s being handled, the bastards should be in prison within a week. My main problem now is that General Grupert. Looks like this is his last act of rebellion. He’s hell-bent on finding you. I hope we find him before he finds you.”

“Well, I hope I come face to face with that bastard,” Bradley muttered. “I need to leave this house, Ty.” He added gruffly. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if anything happens to Jean because of me.”

“For as long as you stay put, he’s not in danger.” Ty had responded firmly. “I already have people watching the house. You’re safe there. Just concentrate on fully recovering and let us handle the rest.”

And so there he was, stuck in Jean’s home, lusting after the man, wanting to do things to him that he was shocked he could even remember, and having to see him entertain women instead. It had been three days since he’d disgraced himself by succumbing to lust and blowing Jean. Three days of pure torture because he wanted Jean even more. Surprisingly, the man hadn’t brought up their encounter again after speaking to him immediately afterward.

They hung out like they always did whenever Jean was around, playing games, watching TV, discussing politics, and generally doing what men do when they found themselves together. But much as they pretended everything was okay, neither man could ignore the sexual tension between them. He didn’t expect Jean to admit it but the tension was sometimes so thick, one could cut it with a knife.