by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole
I heard a zipper undo. I licked my lips as my clit throbbed with excitement. I loved sucking cock on my knees. I loved the control a Dom had over me as he fucked my face and I loved the power I had in giving him what he wanted.
“Open your mouth.”
I obeyed immediately and was rewarded with the tip of his cock tracing the outline of my lips. I groaned and tried to lean forward to take all of him in, but I had no freedom of movement at all and could only wait until he was ready to take what he wanted. Finally, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. Fuck, he was big. And thick. Salty pre-cum coated my tongue as he pulled out again. When he plunged back in he touched the back of my throat, making me gag. He waited for me to recover then did the same several more times, allowing me to get used to his size. He must have decided I was ready because he then took hold of the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth hard and deep. I was in such a state of arousal that the dampness between my legs trickled down the insides of my thighs. Electricity fizzed through my veins and blood roared in my ears. I was close to coming. All I needed was for him to reach down and…
Then he pulled out, leaving me panting.
I still had the blindfold on, so had no idea what he was doing as he was completely still. Then, suddenly, he removed both nipple clamps at the same time. I screamed as blood surged back in. Oh God, it hurts so much. Then he sucked first one then the other nipple, helping the pain to become more bearable until it faded almost completely.
He lowered the hoist so my arms dropped back down, then undid the cuffs. When I fell forward he caught me in his arms. He held me for a few minutes before removing the blindfold. The light seemed brighter than before and I blinked as my eyes adjusted.
“Are you horny, Sami?” he asked as he helped me to my feet.
“Oh yes, Sir.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, please fuck me, Sir.” I needed him so much now that my whole body was aching for him.
“Get on the bed, on your back, and spread your arms and legs.”
I didn’t need telling twice. As soon as I was ready, he fastened the Velcro cuffs that were secured to the corners of the bed around my wrists and ankles. I was spread-eagled and, once again, helpless.
When he climbed on top of me I tilted my pelvis for him, but instead of entering me, he straddled my chest then leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth, leaving me in no doubt about his control over me. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. I was still gasping for air when he ran his lips down over my neck then across my right breast. He flicked his tongue over my nipple, making it harden to the point of being painful, then nipped it with the edge of his teeth. It was still tender from the clamps. I whimpered and arched my back to relieve the tension, but he held the hard bud firmly in his mouth until he decided he was ready to let it go.
When he’d had his fill of both my nipples he moved down and licked his way over my stomach to my bare mound. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and I groaned as he slowly reached the heat between my legs. He ran his tongue along my folds then pushed it through my opening until it was inside me, tasting me, teasing me.
I closed my eyes and devoured every lick, every suck. My pussy was starting to swell, becoming more tender as Jet worked his magic.
Then he pulled away and growled, “You can come when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I gasped. I knew it wouldn’t be long.
He thrust two fingers inside me and fucked me hard with them, sending powerful shudders to my core. I was so close… He flicked his tongue over my clit and I screamed as I finally fell over the edge. I came hard, over and over, until the waves became soft ripples of pleasure.
Jet came back up and kissed me on the mouth, making me taste my own arousal. “I think you’re ready for me now,” he growled. “I hope you like it rough.”
I thought I was spent until his words sent more shocks reverberating through my body. “Yes, I do, Sir.” I panted as he pulled the Velcro cuffs off my wrists and ankles.
When I was free of the restraints, he flipped me over onto my front and pulled me up onto my knees. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper then, a couple of seconds later, he pushed my head down then roughly forced my legs apart until he had complete access to my cunt. Holding me down with one hand, he slid his hard cock against my opening, teasing me.
“Please fuck me, Sir,” I begged as I tried to push myself onto him.
With one final growl, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy. My muscles contracted around him, gripping him, making him work harder for his reward. I slowly adjusted to his size as he built up his pace. He fucked me hard and fast, holding onto a handful of my hair with one hand and slapping my thigh hard with the other. The combination sent me soaring to a new height I hadn’t known I could reach. We became one as his cock went deeper and deeper, making me his in the most primal way possible.
When he swelled inside my tight walls, nerve endings sizzled as his thrusts became more insistent. Finally, with a deep grunt, he exploded at the same time as my nerves snapped and sent fresh waves of intense pleasure surging through me. My pussy walls gripped his cock tighter as it jerked inside me, creating fresh spasms of aftershocks.
When we were both finally still, he pulled carefully out then disposed of the condom before turning me around and pulling me into his arms. His heart thumped wildly against my chest and our damp bodies stuck together as they cooled. I had never known such contentment as Jet kissed me and held me for what seemed like forever.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” he murmured as he stroked my back.
I smiled and snuggled closer to him. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was the feel of him kissing me softly on my head.
Chapter Five
As I woke from a deep sleep, I stretched out on the luxurious sheets on the huge bed. I turned to snuggle into Jet’s arms, but found only a cold and empty space. I opened my eyes and gazed around the playroom, which was dimly lit by a small lamp on a side table.
“Jet?”
But the room was empty. He must have gone to the bathroom. When he hadn’t returned a few minutes later, I climbed out of bed and padded across the cool, tiled floor. I turned the handle on the door and pulled to open it, but it refused to budge. What the hell? I tried again, this time tugging on the handle, but it still didn’t open. It was locked. Jet had played me at my own game. He’d used me for his amusement and now that he was done with me he had taken me prisoner. He must have known all along who I was and just wanted to have some fun while I naively believed I could find evidence against him. And to think I’d trusted him.
I made my way across to another door in the opposite corner. Maybe he’d forgotten to lock that one? It opened without any problem, but it only led to a small bathroom. I scanned the room for any other possible exit but the windows were thick and sealed tightly shut. My only way out was through his office.
A surge of anger flared through me. How fucking dare he lock me up like this? I ran back over and banged my fist hard on the door. “Jet! Jet!” But there was only silence. Damn!
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was three o’clock in the morning, and still dark outside. Surely when I didn’t call in later today Don would raise the alarm. But what if Jet sailed away with me on board? I needed to call Don now, but my phone was in my handbag—which was in Jet’s office on the other side of that fucking door.
I stomped back to the bed and slumped onto it. What the hell was I going to do? Here I was, locked in the most incredible playroom I’d ever seen after having had the most amazing sex I’d ever had, and all I wanted to do was escape. Because if Jet really was a drug dealer, I was in deep shit right now. Would he hurt me? My instincts about people were usually quite good, but I’d clearly gotten it spectacularly wrong this time.
I lay down and stared up at the ceiling. I had allowed myself to fall for a man who was
rotten to the core. A man who was dangerous and didn’t care about the lives he destroyed as long as he made his fortune. I had come here fully prepared to use the dirtiest tricks I could to catch him out and it didn’t get much dirtier than what we’d just done. But worse, I had fallen for his charm and he had taken advantage of my weakness. Tears welled in my eyes as my predicament became clear. I’d lost the game.
I must have fallen asleep again because the next thing I heard was the sound of a key turning in the lock. I sat bolt upright, my hackles raised. The door opened and Jet poked his face around it.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” He grinned.
“You bastard,” I hissed and lurched off the bed toward him. I raised my arm to knock him out of the way, but he caught it easily.
He kicked the door shut then marched me across the room to the bed. “Sit down,” he ordered.
“Fuck off,” I spat. “Why did you lock me in here last night?”
“I said, sit down.”
When I still didn’t move, he pushed me onto the bed and held me firmly by my wrist.
“Let go,” I snapped and tried to pull my hand away.
“Not until you sit still and hear me out.”
“Hear you out? You’re a filthy, lying, pathetic excuse of a man who makes a living destroying people’s lives. Why the hell should I listen to anything you’ve got to say?” I glared at him, all my anger venting directly at him. If the daggers hurling from my eyes were real, he’d be dead now.
Instead of retaliating, though, he grinned. “You’ll pay for that.” He looked unnervingly calm. Too calm. Oh shit, had I gone too far?
He stood up, took a toweling robe out from a drawer under the bed then dropped it next to me. “You’d better cover yourself up. You’re coming up on deck to meet a friend of mine.”
I stared at him, suddenly very afraid. What would they do to me? I still believed that Jet wouldn’t actually hurt me, but Roger was an entirely different matter. There was something about the security thug that gave me the creeps.
Jet took my hand and squeezed it. “Please don’t be frightened, Sami. I promise I won’t hurt you. At least not until I get you back in here for your punishment.” There was no threat in his voice, just the tiniest hint of a promise.
“What’s going on?” I croaked, suddenly defeated.
He pulled me up to stand. “You’re about to find out.”
He waited for me to tie the cord on the robe then led me through the yacht, up to the deck. The sun shone in a clear blue sky and warmed me as I turned my face upward and took a deep breath.
“Hey, Trevor, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine,” Jet said to a man pouring himself a cup of coffee at the bar.
The man turned and my stomach lurched. I really was in trouble. It was Scar-face, the dodgy-looking guy from the drinks party, and he looked every bit as rough and mean as he had done two days ago. But then Trevor smiled and his whole face changed.
“This is Sami,” explained Jet as Trevor approached. “The beautiful lady I caught snooping in my playroom on Saturday.”
“Hello, Sami,” Trevor said as he shook my hand. “Would you like a coffee?”
This was one hell of a weird scenario. Why was I being offered coffee if I was about to be tortured or worse? I nodded and croaked, “Er, yes please.” Maybe a shot of caffeine would help to clear my head.
As Trevor turned to fetch me a cup of coffee, Jet sat on a luxurious sofa, pulling me down next to him. “Trevor’s full name and rank is Detective Inspector Trevor Broadhurst,” said Jet.
“D-detective…?” I stuttered. It had never occurred to me that this crooked-looking man could possibly be with the police.
Trevor grinned as he approached and handed me a cup of steaming fresh coffee. “Yeah, I know I don’t exactly look the part, do I? Got this scar when I was in the RAF with Jet.” He sat down on the sofa opposite.
I took a sip of my coffee. This was so not what I had been expecting. “I don’t understand. I thought you were a drug dealer,” I said to Jet.
Jet laughed. “Thanks a lot. I’ve been called plenty of bad names over the years, but that’s probably the worst.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, still reeling.
“Oh, that’s okay.” He grinned. “It just gives me more reason to punish you when I get you back to my playroom.”
“Let me explain,” said Trevor, sitting forward so I could hear better. “Jet and I met in the RAF and we became buddies from the word go. When he left he started a business and became a millionaire. When I left I joined the police and am still piss-poor.”
Jet laughed. “You’re not doing so bad. I hear you’re in line for a promotion.”
“Well, I must admit our success today will help. Anyway, Sami, Jet called me about a month ago to ask for my help. He’d had a tip-off that drugs were being sold from his yacht.”
“Remember the night I met you at Club Deviant?” asked Jet.
I nodded. “Very well.”
“To cut a long story short, Mickey’s business partner had been approached by someone claiming that they could get him several thousand pounds worth of cocaine to sell in his club.”
“I didn’t know he had a business partner,” I said, stunned.
“He’s a silent partner,” said Trevor. “He’s not into kink, but helps run the business. Well, this person mentioned that the deal would take place on Jet Whitely’s yacht.”
“Mickey called me straight away to warn me,” said Jet. “We’ve known each other a number of years through various business ventures and, although we’re not that close, he knows me well enough to know that I would never deal in drugs. He asked me to come to the club so he could tell me in person, because he didn’t want to risk anyone listening in on the phone.”
So that was why he was there that night. “But how could anyone be selling drugs from your yacht without you knowing?”
Jet’s face darkened. “Because I trusted the person involved so didn’t suspect anything.”
Suddenly it made sense. “Roger?” I asked.
Jet nodded. “Yeah, but I didn’t have any proof, which is where Trevor came in. He placed hidden surveillance both on and around the yacht and waited until we had evidence to prove Roger was guilty. The reason Trevor was at my party on Saturday was to let me know that we had what we needed and that the raid would be the following night.”
“Raid?”
“Yep, last night my yacht was raided by armed police. Roger resisted and tried to shoot one of the officers, but they managed to disarm him. He’s in custody now.”
I was incredulous. How could there have been a police raid with gunshots last night when I hadn’t heard a thing? “But I…”
Jet grinned. “The internal walls are all soundproofed because of my playroom. Like I said before, I like my privacy.”
“Oh.” I drank some more coffee while trying to process it all. “Did you know who I was?” I asked suddenly.
“I knew you were a journalist,” replied Jet. “I asked Mickey about you when I met you that night at Deviant. I was going to ask you to play, but after my chat with Mickey I lost the urge and just wanted to leave.”
“I don’t blame you.” I shook my head. There was so much to take in, so many questions still unanswered.
“I guessed why you were here, but I couldn’t risk telling you the truth in case it put you in danger. That’s why I had to lock you in the playroom last night. I wanted to keep you safe.”
“I thought you were going to torture me.” I giggled, finally allowing myself to relax.
“Oh, I’m still going to do that,” said Jet, chuckling. “After breakfast I’m taking you back to the playroom. I’ve still got to punish you for all those names you called me.” His eyes flashed with an irresistible combination of power and humor and my insides melted with joy.
“Before he beats the crap out of you, I just wanted to say that I’m aware that you put yourself in danger for the sake of getting a story for your newsp
aper,” said Trevor. “If Jet agrees, I’d be happy to give you a full statement when the formalities are sorted. You would be the first to get the news.”
“And I’d be happy to give you an exclusive interview,” added Jet. “But before we do any of that, my chef has prepared breakfast for us all.”
“I’m going to leave you to it,” Trevor said, standing up. “I’ve got a massive report to file. Sami, it was lovely meeting you.”
“You too,” I replied and rose to shake his hand.
As Trevor headed toward the gangway, Jet pulled me into his arms. “I suppose I should be grateful to Roger,” he murmured in my ear.
“Why’s that?”
“If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have met you at Club Deviant that night, and you wouldn’t have come after me trying to expose me as a drug dealer. In other words, I wouldn’t have met you.”
He took a handful of my hair and pulled me toward him. I was lightheaded with happiness as he kissed me. The man of my dreams wasn’t a criminal after all.
Chapter Six
“In you get.”
I stared at Jet, not sure if he was joking, but his expression was deadly serious. He had opened the door to the cage hanging from the ceiling and was now waiting for me to climb in. Butterflies assaulted my stomach as I stepped, naked, into the tall, narrow cage, which resembled a human-sized birdcage.
Jet held the cage steady while closing the door and fastening the lock, but when he let go, it swung from side to side, leaving me trapped and a little lightheaded. Jet grinned and my insides turned to mush. He could do anything to me and I’d trust him.
“Good girl.” He strode across to the armchair, pulled it over until it was directly in front of the cage then sat down in it. “What a view,” he said as he sat back and crossed his legs. “I’ve got a beautiful naked lady in a cage with the view of the harbor in the background. It doesn’t get much better than that.”