Cajun Fire

by Cheri Valmont

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  Lizabeth’s hands still trembled as she pushed down, trying to straighten her shorts. Jubal watched her with hooded eyes. Feeling his gaze as she flipped her hair over her head, she removed the band keeping it in the ponytail. She pulled the mane up to the top of her head so she could redo it. By the time she was done and flipped the silken strands back over her head, Jubal looked like he was ready to give her another go.

  But he shook his head, as if to clear it. No, Jubal would be harder to seduce than the local country boys. A swish of her behind in their direction and they were ready to crumble. This was a man, not a boy. If she were to guess, she’d say he was around thirty. From their game, she’d realized quickly that he was the man she’d been longing for since her sexual escapades began. This man could command her to his will.

  “Now for a few questions. Do you know a family named Horville, Lizabeth?” Jubal asked, his tone efficient.

  Lizabeth started at the sound of her family’s name on his lips. Oh, no, her family couldn’t be in trouble could they? Lizabeth had to find out what he was up to before she gave him any information.

  “Yes, I’ve heard of them. Why?” Lizabeth couldn’t keep the suspicion out of her tone.

  “It’s a personal matter, which I really can’t discuss right now,” Jubal responded, which caused Lizabeth’s suspicion level to rise.

  What should she do? Damn it! She wanted him, but she couldn’t find happiness at the expense of her family. Instinctively, from the moment she first laid eyes on him, she felt like she could trust him; but could she really? She had even surprised herself at the speed with which she gave in to him. Up to this point in her life, she’d always been very careful to find out about the guys she was interested in pursuing. Despite her feelings, she would not endanger her family.

  Lizabeth turned to leave.

  “Wait, can you help me?” Jubal asked as he strode in front of her, turned her back to face him, and held her by the shoulders.

  Shit! Just his touch had her ready to melt into his arms. This man was dangerous to her nerves.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Not sure? Either you know them or you don’t. Can you help me or can’t you? I’m sure there are other people here I can ask.” Jubal turned to let himself out of the abandoned warehouse.

  Shit! Lizabeth had to think fast. Until she could get it out of him as to why he was looking for her family, she didn’t want him talking to anyone else.

  “Hold on,” Lizabeth blurted out.

  Jubal turned back slowly to gaze at her, an expectant look on his face, in those silver eyes, that could make her shiver with delight. “Yes?”

  She swallowed with difficulty, sucked up her courage, and blurted out, “I have a proposal.”

  “Yes?” he repeated.

  “I’ll explain it; but you have to meet me somewhere else.” Would he accept Lizabeth’s challenge?

  “You’ll give me what I want?” Jubal queried.

  “We’ll see. You’ll have to work for it,” Lizabeth told him with finality.

  Lizabeth could tell by the look on his face that he was skeptical. After a few seconds of him deciding whether he should take the time to play her game, he nodded.

  “All right, Lizabeth, you’re on. Where shall we meet?”

  Lizabeth gazed in anticipation at his muscular body outlined perfectly by his black T-shirt and tight blue jeans. His short, cropped black hair had an appeal all its own. But it was those silver blue eyes that sent her reeling when she’d first seen them gazing at her with a heat she recognized immediately.

  In seconds, Lizabeth gave him the directions to the house at 123 Fern Street. “I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes, come around to the back screened porch.”

  “Fine,” Jubal agreed shortly.

  Was he angry with her? Well, no matter. She would do what she had to do to protect her family. And once she told him the truth, he would understand her motives were pure. Well, maybe not completely pure. Lizabeth smiled at him. Jubal’s lips quirked into a grin. Maybe he wasn’t angry after all?

  Chapter 4

  Lizabeth paced back and forth across the tiled kitchen floor, glancing toward the back door every time she thought she heard a noise. A full hour came and went since she’d arranged to meet Jubal. She’d instructed him to park around the corner and hoped he remembered the address. After finding her family and informing her parents she was going back to Sue’s house, she’d hurried to find Sue, so they could arrange for her to call Lizabeth on her cell phone, with a prearranged word she could give to Sue if she needed assistance. But her instincts told her she wouldn’t need that assistance.

  The kitchen remained as it had been when her grandmother was alive. The old vinyl floor was cracked in some places but everything else appeared as if someone still lived here. The old refrigerator sat on the back wall of the house. Her father had offered to remodel the house for his mom or even buy her a new one but she’d refused. She’d loved her little place and had never felt the need to change anything or move.

  There was a single sink on the right side of the room and Formica countertops sitting on top of old wooden cabinets painted white. A café style table stood in the middle of the room with Fleur’s favorite vase, which was shaped like a chicken. Lizabeth smiled when she saw it. Her grandmother had been a simple, very loving woman and Lizabeth missed her horribly. One of the reasons she didn’t come here very often was because she always felt like Fleur should still be here.

  She had to stop thinking about that or she would depress herself so much she wouldn’t be able to go through with her plans with Jubal.

  From her first heart-stopping glimpse of him, Lizabeth knew she wanted him. He carried himself with such an air of confidence and even danger that she knew she would go to any lengths to have him. Right at this moment, just thinking about him had her heart pounding, her palms sweating. Sexual heat pooled between her thighs. She instinctively felt he would be the kind of man who could easily control her. Anticipating his commanding presence, his deep, sexy voice, she shivered with building desire.

  Her toys and the things she hoped they could use in their little tug of war already set out, she waited with increasing anticipation for Jubal’s arrival. After Saturday night, she’d brought over her own lantern and the other supplies she thought she might need for her games.

  Lizabeth jumped when she heard a loud rap on the back door and scurried to answer it before the neighbors heard.

  “Ssshhh,” she hissed. “Come on, get in here.”

  Jubal’s lean body slid easily through the crack she opened in the door.

  “What’s all the cloak and dagger about?” Jubal inquired, and smiled indulgently.

  He thinks this is funny.

  But Lizabeth was serious. She’d show him just how serious when she wheedled his secret out of him.

  “Are you ready to hear the rules?”

  “The rules for what?”

  “For the game, of course.”

  “The game?”

  “Yes, you wanted some information, but you have to win the game first.”

  “You have the information I need?” Jubal’s smile turned to a frown, his casual stance stiffened.

  “You’ll find out if you win the game.”

  “What do you get if you win?” His tone sounded deadly serious, and she shivered again.

  “Your reason for being here and the best fuck of my life, I hope.”

  “What?” His stance relaxed somewhat, his sexy lips quirked into smile.

  “You’ll see. Okay, the rules of the game. We have to entice each other to give over control to the other. If I win, you’ll tell me what I want so you can fuck me and if you win I’ll tell you what you want to know so you’ll fuck me. Either way one of us gets both things they want and the other has the consolation prize of a good fuck. How does that sound?”

  “Sounds intriguing, when do we begin?”

  “Why now, of course, follow me
,” Lizabeth said, turning and walking toward her father’s old bedroom.

  Lizabeth had been surprised at some of the things she’d noticed in her father’s old room. Things that might lead her to believe her father might have been into something kinky when he was a teenager. On the other hand, it might just have been Lizabeth’s own kinky sexuality giving a perverted meaning to the items she’d found in the room. But for whatever reason he’d used it, she would use it for her own reasons.

  Jubal followed closely behind her. She hoped he would enjoy their game.

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  When Jubal and Lizabeth made it into the small bedroom, he couldn’t believe it. The little girl was serious all right. On an old antique chest-of-drawers, she had placed ropes, handcuffs, nipple clamps, a bondage ball, and several styles of whips. He hoped she wanted it used on her because there was one thing about Jubal, he liked to dominate rather than being dominated. Shit! It had been a fantasy of his for a long time to become the Master of a sexual slave. He’d been in the Dominant/submissive lifestyle for several years, but had recently, after investigating further, felt the need to move into the more intimate realm of Master/slave. None of the girls he’d been involved with and had interviewed recently could be completely honest with him about themselves and their needs. Jubal desired a woman who could be honest about what she wanted out of him and herself: a woman who could free herself to submit and serve him completely.

  From what happened earlier, Lizabeth would be his ideal woman. She was eager to please him and oh so responsive, with a dynamite little body that begged a man to take it.

  Damn, this wasn’t working out as he planned. This girl might have a stronger will than he’d anticipated. When she’d first given him the rules of the game, he thought he’d make her whimper and beg him to fuck her before five minutes passed. But from the looks of things, she was more than ready for him.

  “Do you practice safe sex?” that question came out of left field.

  “Shit yeah, you think I’m crazy in this day and age?” Jubal assured her. “Do you?”

  “Since the first time I had sex,” Lizabeth admitted.

  “Why’d you ask that?” Jubal wanted to know.

  “Because we’re not playing safe today.”

  “What?”

  “Do you trust me to tell you the truth?”

  Jubal looked into her suddenly serious eyes. She was being honest with him; he could see it in her eyes. Fuck, he was in trouble!

  “Yeah. Do you trust me?”

  “Oh, yes, I do.”

  “Enough to turn yourself completely over to me?”

  An excited gleam leapt into her eyes. “Yes, yes!”

  “Well, then, let the games begin,” he encouraged.

  Jubal gathered her into his arms. He kissed her, slanting his mouth on hers, relishing the sensation as her tongue mated with his own. The carnal kiss sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his groin. Jubal’s rod stirred in response. He crowded her toward the old chest, where all her toys were displayed. Finally, they reached it, and he pressed his hard body against her soft one. Freeing his hands to do what he’d been dying to do since earlier in the day, he grasped her ponytail and pulled the platinum mane from its confinement, letting the silken skein swish over their bodies. He kissed her again, and pulled the two sets of handcuffs from the top of the chest.

  When Jubal had glanced around the room, he’d spotted something interesting and planned to make use of it. While he kept her attention riveted, Jubal locked one set of handcuffs on her right wrist and the other on her left wrist, leaving one handcuff on each for his own use. He moved with her until he had her right where he wanted her. Making sure the two available cuffs were closed and locked, Jubal reached up with first one arm then the other, to hook the empty mate of each cuff on the nails that straddled the door.

  “Wha...” she got out and looked to see she was well and truly his captive.

  Jubal wanted to whoop in sexual triumph. The first round to him. He smiled his triumph though, letting her know she was right where he wanted her to be.

  Lizabeth looked at him and jerked on the cuffs. With her height, she couldn’t raise herself high enough to pull the cuffs off the nails. Perfect. She wouldn’t get free until Jubal was ready to release her.

  “That’s not fair,” she accused him.

  “Sorry, my dear, all’s fair, etcetera, etcetera,” Jubal teased.

  “I won’t beg you.”

  “We’ll see, honey. I haven’t even started in earnest yet. I’ll have you wanting it so bad that you’ll tell me anything I want to know,” Jubal assured her.

  He reached around to untie her halter-top and then around her waist to unclip the back, throwing the scrap of material to the floor. Jubal observed his handy work. This luscious beauty, arms spread between the two nails, her breasts exposed, an offering for his delectation, had Jubal ready to throw caution to the wind and to hell with the game.

  She gazed at him with her lust-filled aqua eyes.

  He would start the psychological pressure immediately. He would make her beg him to fuck her before five minutes passed. Lizabeth watched his every move; he could feel it. Jubal pulled his T-shirt up over his head and threw it to join her halter-top. He could feel her gaze burning a covetous trail over his muscled chest. Things were already working his way. He wanted to work her up quickly, so he walked over to stand in front of her. He grabbed her tits and kneaded them with force, pulling and twisting her nipples until her frenzied movements increased, her legs gave out on her, and she hung suspended in the doorway.

  “No, no, my dear, you can’t make it this easy for me. Stand up!” Jubal commanded her.

  “Oh...”

  “Lizabeth?”

  “Mmmm?”

  “Will you submit to me?”

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  “Will you train to be my slave?”

  “What?”

  “Will you train to be my sexual slave?” Jubal knew he was taking a huge gamble of throwing caution to the wind and asking her before he interviewed her properly, but something in his gut told him she was meant to be his woman.

  Lizabeth groaned loudly. Then asked faintly, “What do I do?”

  “We can begin with your submission to me in all things sexual and otherwise. Will you do it?” Jubal instructed her.

  “After the game,” she informed him.

  Damn it! The girl was good. Jubal hoped she would agree now so he could end the game as soon as possible. So he could find out what he wanted and then fuck her.

  “Touché, my dear.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you can’t teach me what this Master/slave thing is all about,” she suggested.

  “Actually, you captured part of it with your little game,” Jubal advised her.

  “I did?”

  “Yes. As Master it is my duty to force you to submit to my will and as slave it is your duty to make me force you,” Jubal instructed, as he ran his right hand through her silky hair, pushing the strands that had fallen forward to hide her breasts from his gaze back over her shoulder. He positioned his left arm against the doorframe near her hand, and leaned his body weight against it. Excited body heat emanated from her. He watched her lust-filled gaze rake his naked chest. She wanted to kiss it, he could see her intense longing for it burning in her eyes; her lips trembled with her desire. Hell, Jubal wanted it too. He wanted to feel that adventurous tongue of hers lick his overheated skin.

  He wondered. Jubal reached down to pull her up until they were chest to breast. He rubbed her against him; the exquisite friction drove him mad.

  “Kiss me, Lizabeth,” he commanded her. Then he felt it. Her hot tongue darted out to lick his shoulder. After which she licked, kissed, and sucked on Jubal’s skin until his desire to force an end to the game surged through him. His rock hard rod drilled against his zipper, demanding release.

  Lizabeth’s frenzied movements increased, but still she would not beg him to fuck her. As she contin
ued her excited actions, Jubal looked back over toward the chest. Hmmm.

  Leaning to the side, reaching over to grab what he searched for, he pushed her away and slid his hands down her body.

  “Stand still,” Jubal ordered her.

  Her body stilled. She licked her lips when she saw what Jubal held in his hands. He pinched one pebble hard nip between his thumb and forefinger and pulled outward.

  “Mmmmm,” Lizabeth moaned, her legs shaking with sexual excitement.

  Jubal screwed the nipple clamp first on one nip and then onto the other one. He made sure they were clamped tight. Lizabeth groaned and writhed, and Jubal realized how well he had succeeded.

  “How’s that, baby?”

  “Yessss, yesss! Oh, Jubal!”

  “Yes?” he asked. Would she give in to him?

  She didn’t answer. When Jubal jerked down on the chain stretched between the two clamps, she screamed out.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Lizabeth!” he commanded.

  She let herself hang down between the doorframes, pulling the handcuffs taut. “Noooo, I can’t,” she denied him.

  Damn it! Jubal gazed down at Lizabeth’s straining body with agitation. Her head flung back in agonized frustration, the edges of her mane of platinum hair fanning the floor behind her, her high firm breasts with the nipple clamps pointing up toward him. Her gorgeous body begged him to take command of it, but first he needed total submission. He wanted to master her body and make her come until she felt she would die if he forced one more climax out of her. But until she gave into him and gave him what he wanted, he’d just have to tease her body until she could stand it no longer.

  “Stand up, Lizabeth.”

  Her legs trembling, she stood again. Jubal heard a gasp when he knelt between her thighs. He reached for the zipper of her shorts, removing them, along with her white panties, and pitched them over to the rising pile of clothes in the corner. He stood, so he could gaze over her creamy skin and lush platinum pussy curls.