Dirty Work: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophie Brooks

  Jake eased his head up but kept his fingers inside me. I felt myself clenching around his fingers, milking them like I hoped to milk his cock. “That’s one, Red.” He sat up on the bed, his breath a little labored but not as much as mine was. He stood up and pulled off his jeans. But then, to my surprise, he headed out of the room. “Don’t go anywhere,” he called back.

  I huffed out a breath of annoyance and twisted on the bed. Where exactly did he think I was going to go?

  He came back a minute later holding something long and flat in his hands. My pulse doubled when I saw it. It was a metal yardstick. “I’ll be good, sir.” I said, in case that was what this game was about.

  He grinned and held it in both hands. “It’s not for spanking, though that’s a good idea.” He smacked the end of it against his palm, as though getting a feel for it. But then he set it aside, laying it on the edge of the bed. “Tonight, I have a different punishment in mind.”

  My pulse rate increased yet again, and wetness surged between my legs. But then another question occurred to me. “Wait, why am I getting punished?”

  He just looked at me, one eyebrow raised, a smug, masterful expression on his face. Finally, he chose to enlighten me. “For the cookies.”

  Oh, crap. I didn’t know he knew about those. Still, I tried. “Why would you punish me for baking you cookies?”

  “You’re getting punished for not telling me about them. I saw them when I went to get the yardstick. I’m sure you conveniently forgot to mention them because you were a horny little slut who wanted to play first.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, but my words were probably negated by the big grin on my face. Jake’d always made things so exciting in the bedroom. And now I could truly enjoy it because I knew we were going to work on making things that good outside of the bedroom, too.

  “You will be,” he said. “Because guess how I’m going to punish you?”

  I looked at his devilish grin, and suddenly I knew. “You wouldn’t! Not while I’m tied up.”

  “Especially while you’re tied up. And you know you love being at my mercy,” he said, and he climbed onto the bed. My legs flailed about, but then he was between them, and I couldn’t twist away. He was going to punish me the same way he’d tortured the information about my pool room fantasy out of me—by tickling.

  And then his hands were on me, and it was like being electrocuted. I shrieked, I laughed, I squirmed, but I couldn’t escape his hands. They were everywhere, dancing across my waist, tweaking my nipples, stroking down my sides, making me shriek with laughter.

  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. I could only react, and I loved it. He had complete control, and he was making sure I knew it. I was too worked up to notice when one of his hands left my middle, but I certainly felt it when he shoved two fingers inside of me. The sick bastard was grinning as he felt me writhe around his fingers. His other hand still tickled me even as he held me down from the inside. He was a pervert, but he was my pervert, and fortunately, we shared the same sense of kinky fun.

  When finally it got to be too much, I tried to squirm away for real. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Jake!”

  And he stopped, only a few seconds after it became unbearable. I lay there trying to catch my breath, still giggling softly.

  He pulled his fingers out of me, put them in his mouth, and licked them clean. Then he said, “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Red?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And what is that lesson?”

  “To never make you chocolate chip walnut cookies again.”

  His eyes lit up at my answer, all too willing to prolong the game. Quickly, he lifted my leg in front of him, pushing me onto my side, baring my ass. His palm lashed out, smacking soundly against my butt cheek. One, two, three, four, five times. “Ouch!”

  “Want to try to guess the lesson again, bratty little sub?”

  “To never choose hot sex over good cookies?”

  “Hmm,” he said, clearly torn. “I think that’s technically the correct answer, but it certainly doesn’t sound right. Oh well, you’ve earned the right to find out what the yardstick is for.”

  I straightened out, watching eagerly while he picked it up.

  “Tonight,” he said slowly, drawing out the moment, “this yardstick is going to stand in for the pool cue from your fantasy.”

  I instantly blushed even as ripples of excitement shot through my body. I still couldn’t believe he’d gotten me to tell him that fantasy a second time. It’d been so embarrassing. And so hot.

  He stood up and slipped off his boxers. “Ever since you told me about that again, I’ve been thinking what it would be like, to have you bent in half, waiting for me to slam deep inside of you. Ready to experience that?”

  “Hell yes.” I couldn’t help staring at his hard cock. In just a few seconds, it would be inside of me.

  Jake noticed my gaze, and a hint of a frown crossed his face. “Should I get a condom?”

  I frowned too, until I realized what he meant. It was strange … in all the time I’d wondered if he was seeing anyone, it hadn’t occurred to me that he might be wondering the same thing about me. “I’m still on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.” I didn’t ask him. I wanted to, but I didn’t. But he answered me anyway.

  “I haven’t been with anyone else, either,” he said, and I closed my eyes thankfully. It felt like the last ounce of tension from those long three months drained out of me at those words.

  He climbed on the bed, and I bent my knees, legs spread. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I was open for him. I loved him. I wanted him.

  “You ready for this, Red?”

  “Make my fantasy come true,” I said, winking at him.

  “Yeah?” he said, a wicked look crossing his face. “Should I invite a bunch of guys to sit in the next room and drink beer while I fuck you?”

  "Okay, maybe not that part,” I said, grinning. My grin quickly turned into a shriek as Jake grabbed my ankles and pushed my knees toward my shoulders. He slid the cold silver yardstick under my calves and took hold of it with a hand on either side of my legs, just like in the fantasy.

  It felt so naughty. And Jake made it even more so with his wicked words. “Such a slut … folded in half, waiting for me to take you. Are you going to be a good slut for me, Red?”

  I’d never understood how some things I’d slap him for saying outside of the bedroom turned me on so much inside of it. But his dirty words had me panting and moaning again, and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

  “Please, Jake,” I begged.

  “Please what? Take you? Fuck you? Fill you up?”

  “All three,” I panted.

  “With pleasure,” he said, adjusting his hips. I felt the hard, swollen head of his cock brush up and down my slit. I wanted him inside of me so badly, but I couldn’t move. My hands were spread wide and tied; I was doubled over. All I could do was wait and beg and plead with him to take me hard.

  “C’mon, Jake, please … please take me …”

  And then he did. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed all the way in. God, it was so deep. This position was the deepest I’d ever felt.

  “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good,” he growled. After a three-month dry spell, no wonder I was tight. But I wasn’t dry now. He’d slid in so easily.

  He held himself there another long moment, as he looked into my eyes. “Please,” I cried again.

  Then he began to thrust, and again, it wasn’t gentle, and again, I loved it. Folded in half, chained to the bed, being ridden by a wild man, and I loved every minute of it.

  “Please, harder!”

  “You got it, Red,” he said, increasing his pace even more. He was still pinning me down with that yardstick, and he was watching my breasts bounce with every thrust. He’d never change in regard to that kind of thing, but I didn’t want him to.

  I could barely breathe, it was so intense. Jake slammed in
to me, making my body rock across the bed. I opened my mouth wide, trying to draw enough breath. He was literally taking my breath away. It felt that good.

  We were both getting close, and Jake moved his hand to the middle of the yardstick, pushing down, and his other hand reached between us. He managed to get the index finger of his other hand pressed against my clit without missing a thrust. Oh god, it felt incredible.

  Within seconds, I was coming hard, my muscles clenching around his hard cock. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, but I wanted him to come, too. Moments later, he did, crying out as he spurted deep inside me. For a few moments our bodies jolted together, and then he collapsed on top of me.

  I moaned as Jake pulled out of me. I wished he could stay inside of me forever. But I also wanted him to take me in his arms, and for that, he needed to uncuff me. He did so, still breathing as heavily as I was, and finally he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around me.

  I nuzzled my lips against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat under his skin. He kissed my forehead. “I love you, Fiona.”

  “I love you too, Jake.”

  He held me tight for several minutes until finally he shifted around, half sitting up, and fished the yardstick out from between us. “Maybe next time we should invest in a real pool cue,” he said.

  “Definitely,” I said. “But what are we going to do with an apartment and a house?” I had no idea why that occurred to me right after sex, but somehow it did.

  Jake didn’t comment on my non sequitur. He laid back down beside me and kissed me again. “It’s okay. I got a short-term lease. I was hoping I wouldn’t be staying there very long. I can leave whenever.”

  “So you’ll move back in?” I said, smiling up at him.

  “Are you kidding? Have you seen how many repairs this house needs?”

  I laughed and smacked him on the arm. “That’s why I need you here. Well, it’s one of the reasons,” I said, kissing him.

  “Then I’ll move back right away.”

  “Do you really think it’ll be different this time?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I really do. We know now what it’s like to be without the other. We know how bad it feels. So we’re just going to have to suck it up and be adults and deal with problems as they come up.”

  “That sounds like a plan,” I said, tracing lazy circles in the dusting of hair across his chest. “Did you ever think, when you asked for that first Fiona’s Finest that it would lead here?”

  “No, but I’m sure glad it did. Thank you for tonight,” he said, kissing my forehead. “For everything. For cleaning and drying my stuff. For the meal. For the hot sex. Oh, and for that dress, too. You looked so beautiful in it.”

  “Thank you for not tearing it off me. Now I get to wear it again.”

  “How about you wear it tomorrow night, and I’ll take you somewhere nice?”

  “Sounds good to me. Where are we going?”

  “That’ll be my secret for now. But it’ll definitely be someplace with a pool table in the back room.”

  I laughed and smacked him again. He pinched my nipple in return. And that led to round two. It was a long time before we got out of bed, but that was okay. It was our bed again. And even when we left it, I knew we’d both be back again soon, the next night and the night after that.

  For the rest of our lives.

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