by Jamie Knight
"Yes," I reply.
I'm so ready for him that I'm practically dripping already. He slides into me. He feels so good that my body shivers with delight. I twist and turn, but find that I actually enjoy the feeling of being tied up like this.
He plunges into me harder, going deeper. This is different from anything we’ve done since our first night together, but I'm still enjoying it. It sends a rush of excitement down my spine.
After he finishes fucking me, he turns me over on my stomach. I'm still tied up, but my ass is exposed. He gives my cheeks a light smack. I lurch forward. I'm shocked at how good that felt.
"Good girl," he replies softly, as I moan when he does it again.
His finger slides into my dripping pussy.
"Now it's my turn to make you cum,” he says.
He pushes his fingers in and out of me. I moan loudly with pleasure. I twist at my cuffs.
"Behave or I'll spank you again," he warns.
I stop pulling away, and ride his fingers.
"More!" I cry out. “Please. More, sir.”
I can feel his fingers going deeper and deeper into me. And he uses more of them, nearly his whole fist, inside my tight little pussy hole. I'm crying out. Maybe it's the fact that I'm tied up, but what we are doing feels insanely hot.
I feel like my senses are heightened and I am enjoying the sex more. He continues to pleasure me with his fingers until I cum all over his hands. I'm sweaty, out of breath, but I have the biggest grin on my face. He looks pleased as well when he unties me.
"Sounds like somebody had fun," he teases.
I have to blush at that.
"Yeah, I was pretty loud," I admit.
I feel kind of embarrassed now. He hugs me to him and kisses me.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says.
I kiss him back.
"We definitely have to do that again sometime," I reply.
"Oh, trust me, we will,” he answers.
We spend a few minutes cuddling before I realize we need to get ready for work.
"I'll take you into the bakery today," he says.
"That would be perfect,” I reply happily.
I kiss him before going off to take a shower. Even though we just got engaged and we’ve only been together for a month – not to mention the fact that we first hooked up at an auction – I feel perfectly at home here with him.
When I come back out, he's still lounging in bed. I'm dressed in his robe and my panties. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He grabs my ass and holds me in place. The only thing separating us is the sheets.
"Now this is a nice finish to our morning," he says, grinning up at me.
I start grinding my hips on him slowly. He moans softly, and I can feel him growing hard underneath me.
"No, no, you have already had your turn," I scold him playfully.
I keep sliding back and forth on him.
He holds me tighter to him and pretends to beg. It sounds hot when he does it.
"No, we have to get ready for work now," I remind him, as I try to push his hands away.
"Aw, okay," he whines, then lets me go.
I get off him and go to get dressed. I don't hear him sneak up behind me. He pins me against the dresser, his erection pressing into my ass. I smirk at him and playfully stick it out. I wiggle it so it runs against him.
"You are going to pay for that later," he murmurs in my ear.
"What are you going to do? Tie me up again?" I ask, teasing him.
He slides my panties to the side. I can feel the tip of him pushing against my bare cheeks.
I shiver as it pokes its way in between them. He doesn't slide completely in my ass, but taps it against the outside. A shiver runs down my spine. It's crazy how bad I want this.
"Later…" he whispers after a few seconds, then pulls away from me.
I'm shocked. I stand there silently for a few second, then turn to look at him. He’s laughing at my reaction.
"That is so not fair," I pout angrily. "You can't tease someone like that.”
"Now you know how I felt," he replies.
I roll my eyes at him, then angrily put my clothes on. He walks over and hugs me.
"Don’t be mad. Of course, we can do it later, if you really want. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you hanging like that," he apologizes.
After a few minutes, I wrap my arms around him.
"It’s okay,” I reply.
I can’t stay mad at him. I did tease him first. Besides, I really want to finish that later. We hug for a few minutes, then reluctantly finish getting ready for work. Despite the fact that I wish we could have more sex than we could ever possibly have time to fit in with everything else we both have to do in our busy lives, I’m as happy as I could ever be.
Epilogue
Brian
The next day, I'm at the office, but all I can think about is Tammy. She was so playful this morning. I love that.
I was shocked that she actually made me beg a little for sex, then turned me down. I really turned the tables on her when I tempted her with anal sex.
I'm shocked that she seemed into it. Now I can’t wait to see her tonight. I promised her that I would pick her up after work and we would go back to my place.
Honestly, I love being with her and don't want to spend a moment apart. I force myself to concentrate on work. The faster I get through this day, the sooner I can be with her.
Andrew and I step out for lunch around noon. We talk about the auctions; they are doing well here, just like our company expansion. I share my ideas about Tammy helping out more with them and with her catering business. He likes my ideas and says we should discuss them with Julia.
After lunch, we are back in the office. We are helping several local businesses in the area. Things have been going pretty good, considering we are the only tech company in this small town. Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad decision after all.
Before I know it, it's time to leave. Andrew smiles and tells me to have a good night, with a wink. I guess my excitement must be showing.
I hurry out of the office and have the limo drive me across town to Tammy's bakery. I'm a few minutes early, so we park and wait. I watch her lock up and walk outside. She is so gorgeous I just can’t take my eyes off her. As she nears the limo, I get out and open the door for her.
"Hello, stranger." She greets me with a wink.
Once we’re in the car and on our way home, I pull her across the seat to me. I kiss her deeply. She wraps her arms around me. We kiss for a few minutes, then pull apart to catch our breath.
"Well, I guess I was missed today," she jokes.
"You have no idea," I say softly.
I don't think she heard me. I watch her take down her long curly hair. I can't wait to run my fingers through it.
We arrive at the house. I hurry her out of the car and inside.
"Is everything okay?" she asks me, a little worried.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I throw my keys and briefcase down by the door. I turn and pull her to me again.
I kiss her once more, harder this time, my fingers wrapping in her hair as I hold her to me. She holds me back, tight. I can taste her tongue in my mouth. I keep kissing her, as I walk her backwards and force her onto the couch.
I can hear the buttons on her blouse pop open as I pull it off. I kiss down her neck all the way to her breasts. She gasps softly.
I'm not satisfied, I want more.
I lift up her skirt and push her panties aside. I bury my face between her thighs. She moans and spreads her legs as I suck her clit. My tongue probes inside of her. She’s instantly wet.
I lick her until she cums all over my mouth. She’s gasping and out of breath.
I'm too excited and turned on to stop. Plus, we have some unfinished business from yesterday.
"Now it's my turn," I say.
I pull her skirt all the way up. Then I turn her around. She braces herself
against the armrest of the couch. After moving her panties aside, I caress each ass cheek, then give it a smack so I can watch it bounce. I love how her curvy ass does that for me.
I can feel her tense then relax. I know she’s ready. I slide my cock out and gently massage it between her cheeks.
She crouches low for me, and I know she wants it. I'm already hard and wet, so I easily slide into her after applying some lube.
She winces, but tells me to keep going.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “You like my big cock in your tight little ass hole, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, sir. Please keep going.”
I do, watching her hole stretch open more and more as I push my way into it. I love watching and feeling how it grips my cock. I gasp at how tight and good she feels. I thrust slowly, because I want to feel all of her. The sensation is driving me insane.
“It hurt at first, but now it just feels good,” she says.
“Yeah, it sure does,” I tell her, spanking her ass cheek and holding on tight to it while I keep fucking her little ass hole. Then I spread open both cheeks so I can cram myself entirely inside of her. “It feels so good when I’m in your ass.”
I start to go faster and faster until we are both crying out. I cum inside her curvaceous ass. After I pull out of her, we both collapse on the couch. She lays in my arms, with her head on my chest. I stroke her hair softly.
A thought occurs to me, and I have to tell her something.
"Don't worry about money for your bakery. I will help you get whatever you need." I say.
She sits up and tries to protest, but I need to finish what I have to say.
"I know you want to do it on your own and I’m sure that you can. You are strong and independent, and I love that about you. I just wanted you to know that I am always here for you." I reply.
She wraps her arms around me and gives me the biggest kiss.
"Thank you for the pep talk and the support,” she says softly. “I appreciate that you know it’s important for me to run this business on my own and make my own decisions about it, but I’m also glad I have your advice, and your help if I need it. I think I might talk more to Candy about going in together on it. She’s not nearly as bad as I thought, now that I know she didn’t know exactly what happened back in high school. But if I want to keep it on my own without involving her, I can just wait until we do more auctions. Eventually, I’ll get enough money, as long as I can outbid the competitor, and I keep getting more and more money thanks to our auction plans, so I know it’ll work out.”
“Good,” I tell her. “I’m glad to hear it. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says. “Forever.”
We go back to cuddling on the couch. For the first time, I feel so happy and complete, being with her in this small town. I’m glad that Andrew and I decided to leave the big city and expand our business to Bloom. That was the best decision we ever made, even though I didn’t know it – and even resented it— at the time.
I feel Tammy's head getting heavy and realize that she is falling asleep.
There's one more thing I need to tell her.
"You know I am so glad I found you and we are going to live happily ever after together," I say, as I kiss the top of her head.
"I know what you mean. Your marriage proposal just made me the happiest woman alive," she murmurs, before falling asleep on my chest.
We lay there like that for a while. I softly stroke her hair before wrapping my arms around her and also falling asleep, the happiest man alive.
THE END.
Tasting Her Treat
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Candy
I remember when I had first opened my bakery. It was the summer after my freshman year of college, and the opportunity to become a business owner fell into my lap. I had been sitting at a local sandwich shop, putting together my business plan and even though at the time it was all just hypothetical, I was so excited. So much so that I didn’t even notice my best friend approaching me until I realized that there was a shadow over the papers in front of me.
“Jeez! You scared me,” I complained when I realized how close she was standing.
Amelia giggled and took a seat beside me. “How’s it coming?” she asked, gesturing to my plans.
I turned the papers to face her and launched into detail. I’d found suppliers, I had themes in mind, menus planned, I’d thought of every detail. The only thing that I was missing was a location. Well…that and the funds to get started. I had some money saved up, but not enough.
“Well, I think I can help you with one of those things,” Amelia said, her eyes flashing with excitement, “My parents have found a better location for the diner and they scored a deal on the rent that they couldn’t pass up.”
I furrowed my brow at her. “So what does that have to do with me?”
“Well, it would take a little bit of alteration to turn it from a diner into a bakery, but they had an arrangement with the owner where they were paying their rent six months in advance,” she continues, “And there are still three and a half months left, paid up.”
My heart stopped and my jaw hit my chest. I quickly ran some calculations in my head. Without rent as a factor, my savings might be enough.
I couldn’t believe my luck. It almost seemed too good to be true.
But, true it was and here I was two years later in that same space running a bakery. I’d gotten off to a great start and I saw profits almost immediately.
But, after two years, I found myself in a rut. I felt really stuck and stagnant in business. I hadn’t seen any losses, but then again, I hadn’t seen any significant gains, either. I made enough to stay afloat, but not enough to turn the little place into what I’d always dreamt of.
I sighed dejectedly and punched a button to slow the treadmill, thinking about my problem. It was impossible for my business to grow at its current location. While I did appreciate the lucky situation I’d stumbled into, and I’d built a great relationship with the owner of the building right away, I knew would have to move. There was a reason the location hadn’t worked out for Amelia’s parent’s long-term, and now I had hit the same wall. But, I found myself at the same place I’d been in back in college: I didn’t have the money I needed to buy the building that I’d set my sights on.
The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts.
“Hello?” I answered breathlessly, glancing at the caller id.
“Hey, Candy, it’s Amelia,” came the trembling voice of my best friend over the phone. “Listen, I just had a really big blowout with my parents and they kicked me out. I have nowhere to go. I was wondering if I could stay at your place until I can figure things out.”
I felt my heart break a little. I knew Amelia’s relationship with her parents had always been strained, but it was hard for me to wrap my head around the idea of any parent kicking out their kid to fend for themselves.
“Oh my gosh, Amelia, I’m so sorry! Of course you can stay with me. I’ve always told you that if you needed me, I’d be here for you,” I told her.
I relished the chance to help a friend, especially one as dear to me as Amelia. I hated to hear that she was having a hard time, but it made my heart glad that I could be there to give her a place to crash. I told Amelia to meet me at my place, glad I’d made a trip to the grocery store earlier that day.
And in an extra stroke of good fortune, I’d bought wine.
Secretly, I was a little glad to have someone else’s problems to focus on for a while. Compared to what Amelia was going through, my problems were nothing. I had a place to live and a solid business, which was more than what most people could say. I decided to be grateful.
While I waited for Amelia to arrive, I threw myself semi-reluctantly back into running. Truthfully
, I hated working out, but as often as I sampled my own wares at the bakery, it was a necessary evil.
But I got into the zone, and was nearly finished when I heard knocking on my front door. I yelled for Amelia to come in and heard my front door swing open.
“I was wondering why you sounded so out-of-breath over the phone,” Amelia said upon seeing me.
“Yeah,” I panted, slapping my rear end and winking at her, “Gotta keep it tight somehow, and I ain’t giving up the sweets.”
Amelia laughed, shaking her head, and it warmed my heart to see the smile break through.
“I almost hung up, though, thinking that you were doing some other type of naughty aerobics,” she replied.
“No,” I laughed, “If I was doing that type of aerobics, I would be way too tied up to take any phone calls, pun intended.”
Amelia laughed again, but her smile slowly faded. I could see her practically bursting at the seams with emotion.
I hopped off the treadmill and led her into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine while I fixed us both some salads before pouring a glass of my own.
Amelia stared blankly at the heaping plate of salad that I had served her and burst into tears again. I moved beside her and hugged her while she let out loud, wracking sobs that shook her entire frame. I felt so bad for her.
When she’d gotten ahold of herself enough to speak, she told me the whole story; some customer had offered her some mysterious “moneymaking opportunity” and insulted their family’s restaurant, but when she stood up for herself, her dad had reamed her in front of everyone. Things had just escalated and spiraled from there.
“My parents have no respect for me,” she said once her sobs died down to become intermittent hiccups. “They have never appreciated me, and they use me the most out of all of their employees. I’m not asking for special treatment or anything, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn, but I work harder than anyone at that place, and I get treated like crap. And I’m their kid, for fuck’s sake! So, I quit. And my quitting was all they needed to hear to kick me out of the house.”