by Liz K. Lorde
“And you know what this means?”
This is a different kind of Jack, a Jack I haven’t met before.
“It means you need to be punished.”
By now my heart is beating so fast I think I might hyperventilate.
Oh my gosh. Why am I getting wet at the thought of that?
“How do you think you should be punished?”
His fingers are digging into my shoulders.
Pain.
And at the same time pleasure, ripping through me like a speeding train. The cocktail of emotions overpowering and intoxicating, more so than an alcoholic drink.
Tiny flickers of pleasure grow with each and every one of his menacing words.
I blink the tears away. It’s Jack. It’s the same Jack who made love to me before.
It’s the real Jack. Realization dawns. Jack really wants to fuck me, and he wants to do it his fucking way—no more exercising restraint, or being gentle.
This was going to be a fuck like I’ve never had one before.
I know exactly what I want Jack to do to me, but I continue in my role as the innocent. The angel.
“You know what’s best for me, Jack.”
He needs no further fucking invitation.
I see him nod.
“You’re absolutely fucking right.”
My heart is still beating a little faster than usual and my mouth is dry. I lick my lips.
Jack lifts me up and puts me on the ground. He drapes my upper body over the couch so I’m kneeling.
It takes him no time at all to rip my fucking clothes off. My ass is bare and exposed. I can feel the heat of the flames lap at my skin, like the waves lap onto the beach.
The wait and anticipation has me already so fucking wet between my legs I could take him inside me right now.
I peer at him and my eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see him holding his leather belt in his hands.
The first contact with the hard leather on my bare ass has me squeal in pain.
“Oh my god,” I howl and feel tears shoot to my eyes.
At the same time, I’m about to explode with lust.
“What did you say? You little fucking slut. You want more?”
The strap connects with my skin again. I arch my back and throw my head backwards. Jack keeps spanking me with the leather.
I’m sure red welts are forming on my ass, but I want fucking more.
When he stops, I’m so fucking ready I beg him to take me.
“Jack, please fuck me,” I’m panting.
His fingers trace an invisible line along my spine. I turn into a bowl of trembling fucking jelly.
When he gets to my ass, he stops.
I wiggle it toward him.
Slowly my fears and inhibitions fall away from me.
His hands reach under me and he picks me up again. I feel him push me toward the fireplace. My breathing is so fast now I feel as if I’ve run and won the one-hundred-meter race.
There’s a box with wood, and Jack tips it over with his foot. Then he lifts me up and has me stand on it. My body’s pressed against the wall.
His right hand grabs my hands and brings them up over my head where he keeps them.
The flames licking up in the fireplace throw our bodies into a strange light.
I half turn my head to see what he’s doing.
His massive cock is at my ass.
That’s what the box is for. I’m so short, I require a step-stool for ass-fucking.
He wouldn’t, would he?
Wide-eyed, I watch him guide his long thick poker right into my hole.
“Fuuuuuuucccckkkk,” I moan, arching my back.
At first Jack is able to exercise some restraint. He eases that massive, thick cock slowly into my most private hole.
I feel him work against the tightness.
My legs are about as ooey-gooey as chocolate lava cake. In fact, my whole body feels as if it might just dissolve onto the floor.
When he’s all the way in, Jack starts to work himself into a rhythm. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
The heat of the flames combines with the heat of our bodies. I fear we might combust any second.
Jack is pumping in and out of me like a piston in an engine. My tits are bouncing up and down as my body goes limp and Jack holds me up.
“Yeeeessss,” I hiss and push against Jack and his growing cock.
The box sways a little. Jack’s free hand grabs my tits and starts squeezing them and pinching my nipples.
Fuck.
I feel explosions of pleasure rip through me. Fireworks are exploding in my head, and somewhere behind my belly button, a giant volcano erupts, unleashing molten lava through each and every one of my pores.
If someone were to measure the amount of pleasure I was experiencing, like people measure earthquakes, I would be off the fucking scale.
Beads of sweat roll down my neck, shoulders, and back. I’m so fucking hot.
With each and every thrust, Jack is unleashing a different part of the old me.
Gone is Daddy’s girl. In its place is a new me. A me who likes to be dominated and fucked by Jack. A me who is no longer inhibited about sex and exploring a man’s fucking cock.
Not just any man, but Jack.
My Jack.
Thinking of him in terms of mine adds to the intensity of my pleasure. I think of stirring molten chocolate, because that is how my insides feel.
And then just like that, Jack pulls out of me.
My heart only seconds before filled to the brim with love, shatters into millions of shrapnel.
I’ve done something wrong, but what?
Just as I’m trying to put the question into words, Jack grabs me and picks me up. There’s no hate in his eyes. Animalistic lust flickers in them.
Carefully he takes me to the sheepskin rug in front of the fire and lies me on it, facing him.
Then he opens my legs, and I feel his fingers in me.
Relief and love wash over me.
It’s oddly reassuring. Now I know for sure that I haven’t done anything wrong.
“I want to look at you when you come,” he murmurs and brushes my hair out of my face.
When his lips brush across my nipples, I know I’m about lose my mind. So much fucking pleasure no one can endure, I’m sure.
His throbbing, massive cock pushes into my tight pussy. As he goes deep into me, my pussy tightens around his hot, pulsing rod. Sweet fucking mother.
My lower back arches up to meet his thrusting hips.
Our eyes are locked together as he increases his tempo. Soon the only sound I can hear is Jack’s heavy breathing, the flickering of the flames, and his balls hitting my flesh.
I don’t recognize Jack’s expression. I can’t quite place it, and of course I’m really not able to think clearly. The wave of pleasure is picking me and taking me on the longest fucking ride.
When his jaw muscle tightens, I know he’s not far away from coming. My own orgasm is building deep within me.
Our fountains erupt at the same time when Jack unleashes his huge load of cum into me.
We are weightless and floating. Shooting stars, firework, and explosions all intermingle.
When he’s finished, he stays inside of me. My pussy is tight and not eager to let him go. In fact, I don’t want this moment to end, ever. I want it to last forever.
I know nothing stays the same and lasts forever, but I try and hold onto this moment for as long as I can. Right up to the second when he pulls out of me.
As soon as his massive cock is no longer filling my insides, there’s an emptiness I’ve never felt before. I marvel how quickly I have come to need Jack.
I need him, just like he needs me.
We complete each other. In every way.
“Now then,” he murmurs into my ear. “You ready?”
Before I can ask him for what, he starts kissing me. He starts on my ear lobe and moves down to my throat. Strong finge
rs, able to do so much damage, caress and tease me.
Already I can feel myself get horny again.
Jack
I’ve still got a fucking cocktail of emotions bubbling inside of me. And the sight of my angel just leaves me wanting more.
If I expected Avery to object, balk, or whimper in fear, I’ve been fucking wrong. Quite the opposite is how she behaved.
Sure, she played her part well, but more than that, I think she fucking enjoyed every minute of it. Of course I’m in no fucking fit state to judge anyone or comment on his or her behavior. I’m a totally washed-up fucking looser.
I might have had a fucking fantastic fuck, but my head is still screwed.
Sure, the images of my the explosions that haunt me in my night terrors have gone, but I know I’ve got a bit of a way to go yet. The fucking revenge part has not eventuated. Maybe when I’ve avenged all those deaths, I might find peace.
Or is that when I’m fucking dead? What the hell am I going to have to live for when I don’t have my vengeance and my rage?
“You okay?”
Avery’s soft voice rouses me out of my navel-gazing.
Her. I could live for her.
“I’m about to reward you for being a good little girl.” I run my fingers along her inside thigh. Her eyes light up at my words, and I watch the ripples of pleasure wash over her as my fingers act like a feather.
I can tell it won’t take much to make this little girl happy.
Part of me still can’t fucking believe that she’s here. Not only is she here in my cabin with me, but she’s also stayed with me after listening to my tales of horror and destruction.
She’s one fucking special lady, and I’m going to give her the only reward I know to give right now.
First, I kiss her on her lips, and then I move to her breasts. I spend a bit of time wrapping my tongue around her nipples. I bite into them and revel in her body writhing underneath me.
My mouth cups over her breast to suck on it while my hand kneads and massages her other one.
Tiny moans of pleasure cross her lips. Each one of them is like a pat on the back for me. No honorary medal means as much as the pleasurable sounds this girl makes. I should know. I have received more than a few of them in the past.
I leave her breasts and let my tongue travel along her belly, down toward her pubic hair. She hasn’t had a chance to shave since she got here, but I don’t mind in the least. It’s less wild than my beard, and just like I predicted—honey gold.
My teeth bite into her and then my tongue finds her clit. She’s already wet as wet can be. Her juices flowing faster than a waterfall.
This girl is fucking hot.
I take my time. I want Avery to fucking enjoy this. She deserves this.
Gone is the timid little Daddy’s girl. She’s blossomed into a woman of her own making.
My tongue works her clit, pushing at it, rubbing at it and finally my mouths sucks on it. I can sense the pleasure building within her. Her legs are spread, and I have a great view of that delicious fucking pussy.
I get right in front of her and drape her legs over my shoulder, lifting her lower back off the floor a little. My hands find her ass and start kneading each cheek.
To make sure she doesn’t come straight away, I leave her clit and push my tongue right up into her. I bury my face deep into her pussy, reveling in her wetness and special scent.
The experience is intoxicating for me, and I can feel my own fucking cock harden again already. But this is not about me, it’s about Avery.
Avery deserves to be rewarded.
My tongue is deep in her pussy, and I curl it over and push against her sweet spot.
“Ohhhh yeessss,” she hisses, and I can feel her body tense.
I pull out again. I don’t want her to come just yet. I want to draw it out as long as possible.
“Don’t stoooooopppp, pleeasseeeee, Jack,” she’s begging, and her wish is my command.
My tongue goes right back to where it was a few seconds ago. I can feel her buck her hips toward me. I do my best to push in and out of her as fast and hard as I can; she’s trying to match my rhythm with those small hips of hers.
I move my hands off her ass and grab her hips instead. This way I can help her get the most out of her movement.
She seems to be shaking all over. I can hear her whimper, and I think it won’t be long before she’ll come.
The walls of her pussy grab at my tongue as I move in and out of her. I’m getting faster and faster.
Her orgasm starts somewhere in her belly and explodes outward. Muscle spasm after muscle spasm takes hold of her.
I can feel the inside of her wet fucking pussy pulse and contract as I tip her over the fucking edge.
She’s yelling wordlessly, and her legs tighten around my neck.
I keep licking away at her pussy. Eventually, when her muscles no longer spasm, I pull my face out and go back to kiss her.
I can feel my beard full her juices, and probably some of my own cum from before.
“You’re a little messy.” Avery rakes her finger through my jumble of facial hair. She stares at her index finger.
“I think we’ll need to fix this.”
Before I can protest, ask questions, or stop her, she’s scurried away from me. I watch as she makes her way into the bathroom.
“Boof! Boof! Boof!” Buck barks, freshly awakened by Avery’s frenzied little movements.
I look down at my cock, which is still rock-hard and dripping with need and Avery and a few other things, and shake my head at it.
If Avery’s got the dog all riled up, then it’s sure to be a bit before my stiffy gets any attention again.
When she returns, she’s carrying a small bowl with water, a washer, a towel, and something silver.
I furrow my brow.
“What are you going to do?”
She smiles at me. “First I’m going to clean this mess out of your…” She seems to be searching for the right word.
“Beard,” I help her out.
Avery shakes her head. “No, I don’t think what you have can be called a beard anymore. It’s more of a wild facial growth, really.”
What has happened to my Avery? Where’s the timid, frightened little girl?
“What do you mean?” I growl, but she ignores me.
“Hold still. I don’t want to spill water everywhere.”
She’s surprisingly strong when she wants to be.
Of course I can’t help but touch her naked body, which she’s presenting to me on a silver platter.
“Stop it. I’m trying to get all the juices out of this hair of yours.” She smacks my hand as it tries to reach up and play with those delicious tits of hers. I love how they fit fucking perfectly into my hand with a little spilling over the side.
“Now for the hard part.” She picks up the silver looking object.
I pull back. “No. Uh-uh.” I grab hold of her hand.
“I’m trying to trim this mess of hair of yours so you look halfway respectable.”
She’s determined, I can tell.
“Why?” I’m not going down without a fight.
I should have fucking expected this. You let a woman into your house, make her cum in front of your fireplace, and next thing you know, she’s taking over.
“Boof!” Buck barks, trotting little circles around us. No doubt he’s happy we’re getting up to something he can be a part of again.
Christ. My little angel has even turned my dog against me too. No doubt next time I go into town she’ll buy a shitload of makeup and stuff it in the bathroom, leaving no room for any of my fucking things.
I sigh.
“You’ll look and feel so much better if I make it look a little neater. You’re about as a shaggy as, well, Buck. And you’re next, buddy,” Avery says, turning to point at the dog.
That sure takes the pep out of Buck’s step. He turns his head, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes and sees not
hing but determination staring back at him.
Buck decides to make himself scarce. Smart dog.
Wish I could do the same.
“Look, you’re going to be really handsome if you just let me clean you up a bit. Trust me.”
It is those last two words that hit their mark.
Trust me.
I once asked people to trust me, and look where they ended up.
But I did trust her, didn’t I?
Of course. I would do anything for Avery. I would walk to the end of the world for her.
So I guess I ought to let her cut my fucking beard.
“If you must,” I grumble and watch her get to work.
“You better sit on a chair,” she commands, and I pretend to salute her.
That earns me another slap on the wrist.
“March, soldier,” she says, even though I think ordering me around has left her a little red in the face.
Once I’m seated, she starts on the right side of my face. I see her cut carefully around my face. She’s taking this job of making me look respectable very fucking seriously.
I try and touch her on the breast, but she glares at me when I do.
“Stop it, Jack. I want to do this right.”
And so I behave myself. Instead of touching her, I watch every one of her movements. I can feel her intensity, and I wonder where she learned to trim a man’s beard.
“You do this often?” I joke.
She shakes her head.
“So I’m your first subject.” I feign horror.
Avery laughs. “Jack, you’ve seen my pussy. You don’t have enough women in your life, you know that? If you did, you’d know that we’re quite adept at trimming beards…just not the ones on our faces.”
Excellent. And now I’m thinking about her sweet little cunt again.
When Avery says, “Done,” I don’t believe her.
“Really?”
“Go have a look,” she invites me.
Even without looking, I can tell she must have done a great job, because I feel different already. For some reason, my face feels lighter.
When I look in the mirror, I grin. She’s done a fucking fantastic job.
“Like it?”
I take her by the shoulders and look her in the eyes.
“I’m a new man. Love it and you.”
My lips meet hers and we melt into each other.
With a little less beard getting away this time.