Cajun Fire

by Cheri Valmont

  “Mmmm, beautiful,” Jubal commented.

  “Oh, Jubal, pleassseee.”

  “Please what, baby? Come on, tell Jubal what you want.”

  “Oh, God, nooooo.”

  “Tell me, Lizabeth. Say it. Fuck me, Jubal,” Jubal knew his own sexual agitation was evident. He could hear it himself. Damn it, she would be able to tell he didn’t have much will left.

  She remained silent.

  His own frustration got to him, and Jubal grabbed the flat whip off the chest. He’d left the Cat-O-Nine tails because he couldn’t let himself mar her creamy skin—yet.

  Lizabeth’s eyes flared wide as she watched him pull his hand back and lash down toward her breasts. The whip slapped her left breast, where the nipple clamps captured her reddened nips. Her eyes slammed shut; she jerked forward on the handcuffs, whimpering in pain.

  Shit! Had he really hurt her? Jubal leaned down to see. When her head whipped back up, she glared at him, but the lust in her eyes had multiplied tenfold. Oh, Sweet Mercy! She did like it. In fact, from her expression, he’d say she loved it.

  Man, he knew she was the girl for him!

  The flame red whip mark glowed on her creamy skin. He wanted to kiss it. Hell, why not? Maybe if he gave her some tactile stimulation, she would submit that much quicker. As long as he kept his jeans on, he would be less likely to be overcome by his lust and less likely to beg her to let him fuck her. Damn, he wished this girl didn’t have a will of iron.

  Jubal put his arms around her waist, pulling her upward, and leaning over her so he could kiss and suck on the angry red mark on her tit. When he looked up at her, she gazed down at him in surprise. After his momentary tenderness, Jubal set out to tease her in earnest. He sucked her nipple along with the clamp into his mouth. Then he licked and sucked along the chain tasting the skin of her taut belly as he journeyed to her other nip. He stabbed the point that stuck out between the clamp and bit down sharply.

  “Arghhhhh,” Lizabeth groaned. Jubal was killing her. She wanted him to stab her with that pole she felt pushing against her thighs. But he had to beg her first or else she’d have to give the information about her family. It wasn’t fair! He had his dick hidden beneath his jeans and she was fully exposed to him.

  Although she couldn’t really regret being exposed because she hoped it would entice him to give into her. She knew he meant to tease her unmercifully until she begged him to fuck her. She’d never wanted to beg a man as much as she wanted to beg Jubal. Something about him drew her on a gut level.

  Oh, shit! Jubal slid down her body, licking, sucking, and nipping his way downward. She knew what was coming. But she knew there would be no climax until he got what he wanted. Information. She had to play this game as if it were for her life.

  He made it down until his face rested on her thigh next to her cunt. He flicked that ice blue gaze up toward her, his tongue sliding out as he reached around to grab her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy toward his face. Oh, God, oh, God. She panted and wanted to jerk forward to meet his tongue with her eager clit. Oh, no! He pulled her thighs apart, lifted them up, and sat her back down on his broad shoulders.

  “Mmmm, yeah,” Jubal said as he gazed at her glistening cunt with obvious delight.

  When he licked his lips in anticipation, she mimicked his action. Lizabeth waited with eager impatience, to feel the friction of his tongue against her body. Jubal flicked his gaze back up toward her face before setting in on her clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, and stabbed it with the tip of his tongue, letting Lizabeth enjoy the rough texture as he laved her excited flesh.

  The sensations he created with his expert tongue would kill her. He fucked her with his tongue and a finger until she panted, squirmed, and was right on the edge of her climax. Then he backed off. Once her frenzied movements receded, he would start in on her again. Except for the times she moaned, groaned, gasped, and screamed, Lizabeth remained silent. If she spoke, she knew she would beg him to fuck her.

  Lizabeth could feel Jubal’s sexual frustration. He wanted to fuck her; she could feel his agitated vibes. She thought it wouldn’t be long before he gave up and submitted to her. He let her legs slide off his shoulders. Oh, yes, he’s had enough! He would beg her to let him fuck her! She just knew it!

  The ring of her cell phone rudely intruded. “Ahhh, shit,” she said with a groan, letting her body hang limply between the doorjamb.

  Jubal shot her a knowing look as he grabbed the phone from on top the antique dresser. Not answering the phone himself, but flipping it open and placing it next to her ear and mouth. “Yes?” she inquired with a faint voice.

  “Are you okay?” Sue asked.

  As arranged, she gave Sue the code. “Not today, I’m busy. But I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”

  Jubal wasn’t waiting for her to finish her call, but pulled her back up toward him so he could continue the game. Probably hoping, with her being otherwise occupied, that she would slip up and make a mistake. But he was aware of her discussion, because as soon as she said those words, he snapped her cell phone shut, which was for the best, because as he continued his onslaught on her breasts, she was moaning and thrashing, before he tossed her phone back onto the dresser. He pulled away from her; the temporary interruption had not doused his fire, because she eagerly observed the imprint of his large cock pressing against the front of his jeans.

  Oh, yes, come on, big boy, she thought, and watched as he unzipped his blue jeans and shucked them, his briefs, and the rest of his clothes off his body. Satisfaction suffused her body as she saw him throw them over to the ever-higher pile of clothes. His cock was thick, long, and heavy. That was one turned on man. Lizabeth relished the sight of his ripped body, not an ounce of spare flesh on him. No hair covered his bare chest, but a sprinkle of black arrowed down his abdomen to where his dick sprang from a nest of black curls.

  He looked like a Greek God. No amount of money would be too much to own him.

  Jubal walked toward her. Reaching her, he grabbed his cock and pointed it down toward her cunt. Oh, yes! He wanted to fuck her!

  But he remained silent as he grabbed her around the waist with his left arm and lifted her until he could slide his dick between her thighs.

  Here it comes, she thought.

  When he just rocked his dick between her thighs, against her curls, but not in her pussy, she gave a disgusted snort.

  “That’s not fair,” she accused him.

  “What? Did you want me to fuck you, little girl?” Jubal grinned in anticipation, and waited as if for her to capitulate.

  “Damn you, Jubal,” she cursed him and bit down on the nearest exposed skin she could reach.

  “Shit!” Jubal jerked and bucked.

  Lizabeth gasped when she felt his dick tip accidentally stab into her pussy. Oh, Glory! The thickened head felt glorious in her weeping cunt. Lizabeth ground onto him, and hoped he wouldn’t pull out so quickly, but he did.

  “Damn it, Jubal, you forfeit!”

  “No way, it was your fault, not mine,” Jubal said, and shook his head.

  “My fault! I can’t help it if you have no control over him!”

  Jubal continued his slow rock. Lizabeth positioned herself, hoping he would accidentally stab her again, but Jubal maintained complete control over himself. She bit him again, but he was expecting it now. He pulled her up a little higher so he could concentrate on rubbing her clit with the head of his dick.

  Lizabeth panted and jerked when he lowered her body until she simply sat with his rod between her quivering thighs, until her impending climax subsided.

  Jubal’s breath came hard and fast. The puffs of his hot breath against her hair caused a quiver of excitement to shoot down her spine.

  “Come on, baby, beg me to fuck you,” was his breathless whisper against her ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  Lizabeth knew she was so horny that if he brought her to the point of completion again she would give in to him. She stayed
very still and hoped he would give in before then. But when she felt his slow restrained rock again, she knew she couldn’t take anymore. She held her breath and tried suppress her uncontrolled responses, but when he jammed his dick against her pussy, her whole body quivered.

  She screamed her sexual frustration when she couldn’t control her body’s desire any longer, and jerked and gasped.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, damn you!” Lizabeth shouted at him.

  “Arghhh, thank God!” Jubal shouted too, and lifted her so he could spike her cunt with his stiff prick.

  Lizabeth screamed again as his thick naked member slammed into her. She’d never been with a man as big as he was and she gloried in the feel as her internal muscles stretched and expanded to accommodate his long length and thick width. In a flash, Lizabeth shot over the edge and screamed with exquisite agony as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. Jubal slammed her down onto his rod until he roared and jerked, shooting his hot seed into her.

  They remained as they were, with her legs encircling his lean hips, both gasping for air as they recovered from the intense climaxes they’d experienced together. During the soft, loving kisses they exchanged during the aftermath of their lovemaking, Lizabeth realized she’d never experienced anything as wonderful as making love with Jubal. She’d never had the desire to cuddle with any man after sex, but being with Jubal instilled her with that sentimental urge.

  “Oh, baby, that was awesome,” Jubal admitted, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. “Thank you.”

  Lizabeth looked directly into his intense silver blue eyes. “For what?”

  “For giving in to me,” he admitted, “I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to hold out.”

  “Oh, that. Can I ask a favor?”

  “Sure.”

  “Would you make love to me again before I give you the information?”

  “Oh, baby, it would be my pleasure,” Jubal agreed, and smiled as he held her close again and started right back from the beginning.

  * * * *

  Forty-five minutes later, after another round of lovemaking, the fully dressed Jubal and Lizabeth walked hand in hand into the tiny living room.

  “Are you ready to tell me what I need to know?” Jubal asked as he sat down on the old sofa, pulled Lizabeth onto his lap, and kept his arms securely around her.

  Now that his sexual thirst was quenched, Jubal was anxious for an answer. Lizabeth raised the lantern.

  “See that picture over on the shelf,” she directed him.

  Jubal looked toward the old makeshift shelves, which were a couple of two by sixes between concrete blocks. A picture of a young man with black hair and eyes was prominently displayed. A niggling of foreboding invaded Jubal’s gut.

  “Who is he?”

  “The man you’re looking for.”

  “Jonas Horville?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Who owns this house?” Jubal asked suspiciously.

  “He does.”

  “Do you belong to him, too?”

  “In a manner of speaking,” Lizabeth admitted.

  “Shit! Are you his mistress?” Jubal pushed her off his lap and onto the old sofa.

  “What! No!”

  “Then who are you to him?” he demanded.

  “I’m his daughter.”

  “Oh, my God!” Jubal groaned and leaned over to bury his head into his hands, rubbing agitated fingers up his face and through his spiky hair.

  “What’s wrong?” Lizabeth cried.

  Crap! This couldn’t be happening! Jubal Horville, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, you just fucked your niece! Twice!

  “Oh, God, I’m sorry!” Jubal apologized, and moved farther away from her to the other end of the sofa.

  “What’s wrong?” she repeated.

  Jubal sucked it up before he blurted out, “I’m your uncle.”

  “What?” Lizabeth’s voice squeaked, as she leaned forward in her sudden anxiety.

  “Jonas Horville is my half brother.”

  “Oh,” she said faintly, letting her body relax back into the old sofa.

  “Is that all you have to say? I just made love to you, and you’re my niece.”

  “Well, not really.”

  “What do you mean, not really? Is he or is he not your father?” Jubal searched her expression. God, this girl had him tied in knots.

  “Well, he’s the only father I’ve ever really known but, biologically, no he’s not my father.”

  Jubal heaved a relieved sigh and leaned back against the sofa, letting his head fall back against the wall, closing his eyes. “Thank God.”

  “But please don’t say anything to him. He doesn’t know yet.”

  Jubal’s eyes shot open in surprise, his body turning partially toward her. “He doesn’t know yet? Then how did you find out you weren’t his daughter? You realize if I don’t tell him I know you are not his real daughter then you and I can’t continue what happened here today. We’re going to have to pretend we don’t know each other.”

  She avoided his questions. “Oh.”

  “Oh, is right. I wasn’t even planning to tell him who I was quite yet. Our father abandoned Jonas and his mother. By all accounts, I’m sure Jonas hates his guts, but the old man is dying and he wants to see Jonas.”

  “How terrible, Jubal, I’m sorry,” Lizabeth said, and put a sympathetic hand on his own.

  Jubal turned his hand over to intertwine his much larger hand with her petite one. His old man might have been hell on wheels when he was a young buck, but Jubal loved him. Lizabeth’s simple gesture of comfort touched him. Up until his recent discovery of the unknown Jonas, he’d been the oldest sibling and the one the others looked to when their father was working late, trying to build the Horville business. Normally, he kept his feelings about his father to himself, but having someone to share his grief meant the world to him.

  Lizabeth must have noticed the look in his eyes because she turned toward him, sliding her tender arms around his neck. She hugged him close to her as if willing him to accept her silent strength.

  Jubal accepted the gesture gladly. He suspected a depth to Lizabeth not always obvious to people. And the sex aside, he looked forward to finding out more about the lovely girl. He honestly hoped Jonas would eventually accept him as worthy of her.

  Pulling away slightly, Jubal searched her sweet features with loving eyes. Shit! What was Jubal doing and thinking? He’d just met the girl and she’d already wheedled her way into his heart. They needed to take it slow. Let the family get used to him first.

  Jubal turned his head to kiss her again, keeping his arms around her, and holding her closer to him. It was a heartfelt kiss on both sides. It was tender, even loving.

  “Come on, honey, it’s time I took you home,” Jubal said, pulling away from her embrace reluctantly, still caressing her left cheek lightly with his palm, moving his fingers into her platinum tresses.

  “What? Oh, no, I don’t think we should.” Lizabeth’s look of fear tugged at his heart, and was accompanied by a stiffening of her petite frame.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got it worked out. We can be honest up to a point. We’ll tell them you met me at the fairground today, which is true. Then we’ll tell them I questioned you about the Horville’s, which is also true. The only part we’ll leave out is about our little games. Does that sound okay with you?”

  “Well, if you think we can get away with it,” Lizabeth said with skepticism.

  “I’ve decided it would be better if I was as up front with Jonas as possible.”

  “Okay then, let’s go,” she finally agreed.

  Jubal rose and offered her his hand, before he led her towards the back door.

  Chapter 5

  Lizabeth held onto Jubal’s waist for the ride to her family’s home, her hair blowing behind her like a silver banner. She knew word would be all around Harrisburg by tomorrow that she’d been seen on the back of a Harley with a stranger.

>   As they rode up to the Horville house, her little sister tore out of the front door; she’d obviously spied them from a window.

  Jubal shut off the Harley’s motor, placed the kickstand down, and got off. Turning, he assisted Lizabeth off the bike. Of all things, her brothers came around the side of the house, possibly lured by the deep rumble of the bike’s engine.

  “Can I ride that thing?” Lauren demanded as she scurried up to them.

  Leave it to her little sister to demand a ride from someone she didn’t even know.

  “Lauren,” Lizabeth warned.

  “You’d have to get permission from your mom and dad,” Jubal’s tone was indulgent. Lauren rushed inside again.

  “Man, nice wheels,” her brother, Derrick, approved.

  “I’ll say,” Brock agreed.

  Well, Lizabeth might as well get the introductions started. “Guys, this is Jubal. Jubal these are my brothers, Derrick and Brock.”

  They all shook hands. Lizabeth thought it best not to get into the last name stuff. It would be better to let Jubal tell Jonas first.

  Lauren ran back out of the house. Lizabeth could tell what her father’s answer had been from the little girl’s crestfallen expression. Before Lauren got off the porch, Jonas made his appearance at the front door. When he saw Lizabeth standing beside Jubal, he came out of the house, and strode toward them.

  When Jonas came within talking distance, Lizabeth tried to make the introductions, but was so flustered she bungled it, “Daddy, this is eh...this is...”

  Jubal smiled at her discomfort, turned to Jonas and said, “Name’s Jubal,” putting his hand out to give Jonas a firm handshake.

  “You’re new to these parts, aren’t you?” Jonas asked the younger man, his expression interested, but wary.

  “Sure am,” Jubal admitted.

  Jonas released Jubal’s hand, and looked from Lizabeth back to Jubal. “What brings you to Harrisburg?”

  Lizabeth thought it best to get her siblings away to let the two men speak in private. “Come on, you guys, I’m sure mom probably has supper about ready.”