by K. Anderson
“What are you doing here, lonely ducky?” I heard Jake step out from the inside and stand right beside me.
“Just getting a whiff of air,” I replied.
“I can see that.” And he turned towards me, “You’ve got really beautiful lips,” he said as he touched them with his hand, and there was no distance between us. I tilted my head to one side.
“Tell me about it,” I replied and smiled. He was as into me as I was into him.
“And really delicate skin. It would be a shame if someone were to bruise it,” he said in a very sensual tone.
“I would love to be marked,” I replied, looking back at him directly.
He grabbed my hand and cornered me.
“Our parents are in there, Jake,” I said smiling shyly at him.
“I know and I don’t care,” he said as he bent down and put his lips against mine. His hands were on my back, pressing me towards himself, while the other one lingered over my body. I could taste him in my mouth and had my hands wrapped around his neck.
“Karen!” I heard my dad call out from inside and we broke apart. I was soaking wet and could feel how hard Jake was.
“Yes, Dad! I’ll be there in a minute,” I replied and then took a deep breath.
“You’re mine,” Jake said as I walked back into the room.
After a while, it was time for us to leave. We gathered our things and made our way out. I planned the wedding shopping days with Samantha and everything seemed exciting. I still could not get over what had happened on the porch between me and Jake.
I did not want to get the taste of his lips out of mine or forget the feeling he gave me.
I just wanted him to last with me, forever. We went home and I crashed into bed without a single thought except for Jake on my mind.
I craved him like a cigarette on a cold December night.
Chapter 4
During the next couple of weeks Samantha and I went wedding shopping. Daddy had moved most of his stuff into my apartment so that there would be less traveling. He planned to take her on a grand honeymoon.
The wedding was drawing near and so were the interactions with Jake. It was playful flirtation, mostly. Samantha and Dad decided to go to Hawaii on their honeymoon. They planned on leaving the next day after the reception.
The wedding came and I was a bridesmaid. Jake was one of the groomsmen. Samantha looked pretty in her purple and white gown which was studded all the way to the bottom. Dad wore a nice tux and everyone we knew flew over to attend the wedding ceremony.
The wedding went as planned and then there was the reception to attend when I realized that Jake had been sitting right next to me all along. We were sitting at a big table and I was rather tipsy when I felt his hand on my thigh.
My dress was up to my knee and his hand was caressing my bare skin. It slid under my dress and I froze. I was not going to make a funny face otherwise people would know, so I just sat there as his hand rubbed the outside of my pussy and got me wet.
God, I couldn’t take it any longer and got up making way to pay a tribute to my father and Samantha. Jake smiled at me because he knew exactly why I had gotten up.
You should’ve stayed a little longer, he texted me and I smiled in his direction.
The night passed away gloriously and the new couple made way to the hotel where they had made luxurious arrangements for the night to come.
I found myself with a couple of other relatives and friends at Samantha’s place. It was after midnight and everyone was leaving now. I kissed the last of my aunts on the cheek and stood on the doorstep wishing her goodbye.
I closed the door and then felt someone grab me from behind.
“All mine.” Jake smiled at me and then leaned me against the wall staring directly into my eyes. He kissed me. His hands made their way inside of my dress as he caressed one of my breasts and then his lips traced my neck. I held onto his body, digging my nails in. He picked me up and took me to one of the bedrooms upstairs.
He took off my dress and I took off his shirt. It was the moment I had been thinking of all along. He was mine and I could have him any way I wanted. He kissed me on the lips and then traced down my skin with the tip of his tongue while one of his hands got rid of my panties and started rubbing the hood of my pussy. I was drenching wet and could feel his hardness against my bare skin. He slid in a finger and I let out a moan. I could feel it moving inside of me as one of my hands undid his pants and started rubbing his dick.
His began to lick my nipple as one of his hands cupped my. I kept sighing and moaning, wanting him to be inside me as badly as he did. I started rubbing the tip of his penis which was wet and then parted my legs as wide as I could, placing it inside of me.
He was huge and I let out a big moan as he pressed his lips against mine. He started to thrust inside of me slowly at first as my legs clenched onto his back, and my nails dug deep into his neck. His thrusting became stronger and harder, the air was filled with our moans and everything blacked out. He kept rubbing the hood of my pussy all along until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to prolong the feeling but I couldn’t wait anymore. I yelled out a huge moan as I climaxed on the bed.
I don’t recall much after that except a feeling of absolute bliss and passing out.
* * * *
In the morning, I woke up covered in sheets and saw Jake sleeping right next to me. Last night began to circle inside my head and I recalled whatever had happened between us.
I looked over at my phone and saw two missed calls from my father. I went to the bathroom and redialed his number.
“Hello, Dad! I’m sorry, I just woke up,” I said in a fast manner.
“Hi, Pumpkin. I tried calling you because Samantha and I wanted to see you and Jake but neither of you answered your cell phones. We’re leaving for our honeymoon so we’ll see you guys in two weeks, okay?” Dad replied.
“Sure! I hope you and her have the time of your life.” I saw myself in the mirror at the same time and noticed hickey marks on my neck and shoulder.
“Bye, honey. We’re at the boarding gate so I’ll call you when we land,” Dad said in a hurry.
“Goodbye,” I said and then cut the call. I went into the shower and took a long hot shower because every muscle in my body ached, plus I needed to get rid of the awful hangover which was taking a toll on me.
I stepped out of the shower and covered myself up in towels. I entered the room and saw Jake awake, smoking a cigarette.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
I took my towels off and stood in front of him.
“So you like what you see?” I said, laughing.
“I love what I see,” he said and I made my way to him. I was still naked and my hair was wet as he grabbed me and kissed me firmly. He bit my lower lip as his other hand held me tightly by my waist. I sat on top of him with my legs now wrapped around his back. He started nibbling my neck and I tilted my head to the side. I grabbed his head and began moving my body on top of his. I was grinding against him as he kissed me on my lips and then on my neck moving down to my neckline.
I got off of him and laid him on the bed, slowly kissing his entire body. I started from the nape of his neck to his earlobes and then from his chest to his abdomen. He grabbed my hair and I bit him on the side of his neck to which he cried, “naughty kitty!”
I had his penis in my hand when I started gently moving my hand against the shaft and then slowly flickered my tongue around the top of it, caressing it. I kept moving my hand on his dick as my tongue licked it and teased him. His grip on my hair was tightening and then all of a sudden he pulled me towards himself. He was hard and ready to be unloaded. I was propped up on my knees as he entered my from behind and I clawed onto the headboard of the bed. He grabbed my hair and the slowly moved inside of me. He started moving inside of me with more force and my heartbeat raced. My breathing became heavy and the only thing I endured during that moment was pure ecstatic pleasure.
He grabbed me more tightly by the waist and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as he thirsted inside of me with all force at the same time bending down and nibbling my neck. I let out a moan and then collapsed on the bed while he climaxed inside of me, I could feel the hot and wetness inside of me.
We lay there on the bed for a long while the sunlight made its way into the room peeking through the curtains. It was about five o’clock in the evening and my phone rang again. It was Dad:
We’ve reached safely, read his text.
I looked over at Jake and smiled.
“Do you want to go grab something to eat? I’m famished,” I said.
“Sure. Let me take a quick shower and we can go,” he said and got out of bed.
I lay there for a while thinking about what had happened between us. I was drunk last night, but this time we were both sober and it was clear that the craving on both ends was mutual. He wanted me as badly as I needed him.
I realized that I had no clothes except for the wedding bridesmaid dress. Jake got out of the shower and saw me in some clothes I pulled out from Samantha’s closet, a pair of jeans that did not fit me properly and a tee shirt.
“You look good,” he said, stepping out of the shower.
“Yeah, these are Samantha’s clothes. I need to go home and change into my own,” I replied.
“Well, we could stop on our way there,” he said and I saw him put on a pair of jeans and a shirt.
I could see the marks of my hickey on his neck, and the scratches my nails had left on his bare back.
“You’re quite the cat, you know?” he commented.
“Meow!” I made a cat noise and laughed to which he laughed back as well.
We went out to grab something to eat. It felt wonderful being with him and in a manner, the idea of him with me felt really fulfilling.
“So, our parents are on a little honeymoon,” he said while sipping on his coffee.
“I suppose. Old people and their ideas of happiness is very troublesome yet, awfully cute,” I replied.
“What is your idea of happiness?” he asked.
“Currently, being with you and that is all,” I replied.
“I can see the writer in you,” he smirked.
“I don’t take plunges when the depth is not known,” I said, being poetic.
“But it would be fun to not know sometimes,” he replied and I knew what he meant; our relationship had no name to it and neither one of us would want to give it a name in the first place.
“I had liked you the first time I laid my eyes upon you,” he said.
“What a coincidence. You made my heart skip a beat as well,” I said, nearing up next to him and making direct eye contact.
I loved how he would just gaze right back at me without a care in the world. I could see the fire dancing in his eyes.
“I’m glad it was mutual then,” he said it out loud, laughing.
I realized that I was not aware of where we were heading, but that seemed too far away in the future when all I wanted to be was in the present with him. We grabbed our belongings from the café and headed out to spend a night in the city.
A Weekend with My Sister’s Husband
By: Naughty Nicole
A Weekend with My Sister’s Husband
© Naughty Nicole 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
“My sister has agreed to come and help with the kids while I’m away at the conference next week.” Maggie continued to dry the dishes in the rack while Paul sat at the kitchen table paying bills.
“Please prepare the den for her. And make sure the guest bathroom is clean tomorrow,” Paul instructed Maggie.
While she would have done this on her own, as her Dom, Paul took it upon himself to make sure he specified things he really wanted done around the house. They had been together for six years and Maggie understood his needs, but having things spelled out created reassurance for both of them.
“Of course Sir.” Maggie said.
At this point, adding the “Sir” was so pro forma that she didn’t think about it unless they were in public. In more vanilla venues, she limited her use of his title to keep from tipping off people to their dynamic.
“I also plan to do a Trader Joe’s run so there will be plenty of food in the house.”
“Good girl.” Paul gave her a half smile while he continued to pay bills on the computer.
* * * * *
Maggie put her son Denver to bed, then read Jasmine a bedtime story and tucked her in. Once the kid’s deep breathing let her know they were asleep, she went into the master bedroom and began to prepare herself per her protocol. She undressed and put her clothes in the laundry basket. She rubbed shea butter into her skin and lightly perfumed it with the Opium eau de toilette that Paul had given her for their collaring anniversary this year. She pinned her long curly locks on the top of her head and removed her make-up.
Once her body was properly prepared, she took the kneeling pillow from under the bed and placed it at the foot of the bed facing the door. She knelt on the pillow, placed her hands behind her back and interlaced her fingers, the bowed her head and lowered her eyes. She knelt there, naked, except for a thick silver chain with a small lock pendant around her throat.
She waited there and breathed rhythmically while she waited patiently for Paul to enter. Some nights that was just a minute or two. Other nights she would wait fifteen or twenty minutes on her knees until he came in to see her. The time in this position and the rhythmic breathing made this a meditative space for her. It allowed her to clear her mind, let go of the stress of the day, and concentrate on the power and protection offered her by Paul.
She heard his footsteps coming down the hall. He entered the room and stood in front of her.
“You are so obedient. What a good girl you have become.” Paul complimented her.
Maggie had worked on being compliant and submissive throughout their relationship. While both she and Paul had been in prior kinky relationships, she knew every Dom had his unique preferences and sought to learn his. She smiled, eyes still lowered as his kind words.
Paul placed his hand under Maggie’s chin and raised her fact to look at his.
“You are my beautiful girl.” He said.
His fingers reached for the latch on the chain and gently removed it. He placed her collar on the dresser in the small brass bowl.
“Come to bed my love.”
Paul helped Maggie to her feet and they climbed into bed.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Maggie texted her sister, Jess, to help prepare for her stay. Jess was aware to some extent of the dynamic her sister and Paul had, but was not well acquainted with dominance and submission. Maggie had explained to Jess that Paul was the head of the household and they had agreed that he made the final decisions on things. She had also explained that P
aul had a few things he was very particular about in terms of how things were done around the house. Beyond that though, Maggie had avoided talking too much about the D/s component of her relationship with Jess.
She and Paul had a traditional civil ceremony at the courthouse to satisfy the vanilla members of their family, and then held a separate collaring ceremony with their kink friends. To Maggie, the collaring ceremony held more significance to her than the civil wedding. Her collaring had taken place with their closest friends. These were the people who were aware for the full dynamics of their relationship and had supported and watched it grow from a flirtation to full love. The vows she took at her collaring had more meaning because these could not be severed by lawyers and were not dictated by some state official. She and Paul had negotiated these and they represented what both of them truly desired from the relationship.
Maggie had adopted a routine and certain ways of doing things about the house to please Paul. While he could tolerate a break in this routine for a week while she was away in Tampa for her human resources conference, it would make things go more smoothly if she taught Jess a few things.
She picked Jess up at ten and they headed out to Trader Joe’s. Maggie made sure to pick up enough coffee beans and cream to more than last the week. Paul had a morning and evening coffee ritual he had engaged in their entire relationship: a cup of French press coffee in the morning, black; a cup of French press coffee after dinner with a splash of cream. She also picked up his favorite body wash and lotion. While it was normally her duty to rub him down with the lotion after his evening shower, he would have to do that for himself this week.
“Jess, while I am away can I ask you to do a couple of special things around the house?” Maggie asked.
“Sure. What do you need, sis?” Jess replied.
“It’s pretty simple. Paul gets up at seven for work. Jasmine is on spring break and I told Denver’s pre-school he would be out for the week with his sister, so no need to get them up before nine. Paul likes a cup of black coffee, French press of course, before work. If you can have that ready for him by 7:30 that would be great. Also, after dinner he takes a second cup. This time with just a splash of cream.”