by Asha Daniels
“Danger! Danger!”
The crowd went wild, jumping up and down.
She waved to the crowd and grabbed the microphone. Tonight, was special for several reasons. Her return to the stage. Her acceptance of the woman inside.
And the fact her father was in the audience.
While they continued to have a tenuous relationship at best, she’d been able to forgive his past misgivings. Learning more about the circumstances behind her mother’s affair and Winston Rush’s acceptance of raising a daughter who wasn’t truly his had garnered him at least some level of respect. He’d even stepped away from his candidacy, citing his desire to spend more time with his family. Whether or not the truth was jaded with the ugly stories that had surfaced after Jeff Gammon’s arrest, she was no longer certain she cared about it. He was in the audience supporting her. Might as well give him a good time.
Chuckling at the thought, she headed down the walkway, moving much the same as the night of the shooting. She was determined to eradicate her fears. As the drummer picked up the beat, Johnny walked down the path just behind her, providing some killer guitar licks as he jazzed the crowd.
Singing in unison, she fell into her routine, gyrating to the music. As she turned, bumping Johnny’s hip and providing a little air guitar of her own, a flash dragged her into a place of terror. Suddenly, there was no one else in the blackened hole and she could no longer hear anything but the ragged beating of her heart. Blinking, tears rushed to her eyes and her legs were shaking, threatening to drop her to her knees.
Jasmine was unable to move, unable to pull herself out of Hell. The light turned into a pair of eyes, dark and evil. He was here. He was coming for her. He was…
“Jasmine. Look at me.”
The deep voice, soothing, comforting was coming from right in front of her. Using every ounce of strength, she tried to focus, finally able when a hand clasped onto hers, pulling her toward him.
Cutter.
He gave her a ravenous smile as he twirled her in a circle, his eyes never leaving her. Encouraging. Protecting.
Hearing the whistles and cries of the audience, she breathed out, her vision returning, her verve increasing. They thought this was part of the show.
“Woo Hoo!”
“Work it!”
“Jasmine. Jasmine!”
The calls and screams were relentless and perhaps for the first time in her life, she was more than ready to take control. Sauntering around Cutter as he stood, thrilling the crowd, she teased him relentlessly, enjoying every moment of it.
No doubt, her punishment for being mischievous would come later. And she didn’t mind one bit. After all, she was in love with the man of her dreams.
* * *
“You were amazing tonight,” Winston said as he took Jasmine’s hand.
“I’m surprised you were here,” Jasmine said as she reached for Cutter.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. My daughter is famous.” Winston beamed and darted a look at Cutter as he held out his hand. “I have you to thank for keeping my little girl safe.”
“Just doing my job, sir,” Cutter accepted the handshake. The man had sacrificed more than Jasmine understood regarding his career. Perhaps this was the man’s concept of atonement.
“I don’t think so, son. You’re all right in my book.” Winston gripped her hand once again and leaned over, kissing her cheek. “I’m proud of you. I hope one day you can say the same about me.”
“Thank you, Father. I already am.” Jasmine gave him a smile, her eyes following him as he walked away. “Maybe one day we’ll be close.”
“I have no doubt. He’s trying.”
“He is. Wave to the crowd, my sexy bodyguard,” Jasmine cooed as she nuzzled against Cutter, waving to the dozens of fans who were waiting for her departure.
“I’m not the star of the show,” he whispered, his arms wrapped around her protectively. He hated the bright lights of the various cameras, the extra attention of the group of people. In his mind, she remained a target, no matter that the case had finally been closed.
“After tonight? You’re going to be on the cover of GQ.”
“Over my dead ass body.” He sniffed and scanned the area, comforted by the gun positioned just underneath his leather jacket. His decision to move onto the stage had been spur of the moment, to quiet Jasmine’s nerves. Fortunately, the lie sounded good. He wouldn’t rest easily for a long time, perhaps never. At least the gunman had given himself up, never intending to hurt her. At least that was the statement he continued to make from behind bars.
But Cutter remained angry.
“Oh, come on. My handsome man. I’m in charge tonight,” she whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek.
Another photographic moment. At least he had a job. Cutter allowed a single smile, perhaps more of a sneer. Taking over as head of the Security Agency had been at Jeff’s request. He would honor his friend, even though he remained bitter at the circumstances. Even his buddy from the CIA, the one who’d helped connect the dots in regard to Jeff and Jasmine, wasn’t convinced there wasn’t another reason for the scheme. Time would tell. Until then, he’d remain by her side. “Not a chance, sweetheart. I’m your Master. Remember? Time to go.”
“Party pooper.” Jasmine blew a bunch of kisses before Cutter pulled her into the waiting limo. She settled against the seat, shaking her head. “Why the pomp and circumstance?”
Cutter closed the door and tapped on the thick glass, the sign meant for the driver to take off. He was ready to get the hell out of Dodge. “I thought you deserved a celebration. Maybe some champagne.”
“For me?” Jasmine gave him a sly smile.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he jerked her forward until their lips were just touching. Inhaling, he was already intoxicated from her perfume, the scent of her feminine wiles. He wanted to make love to her, spank her, own her and devour her.
And not necessarily in that order.
She cupped his face, her fingertips brushing against his skin. “You amaze me.”
Capturing her mouth, he leaned further forward, pushing her back against the seat. The taste of her was so sweet, cinnamon and sugar and the moment he thrust his tongue inside, his cock became hard. Aching. He eased his hand down the length of her neck to the slender strap on her dress, pulling it over her shoulder.
Moaning, she wiggled in the seat and slipped her hand between them, rubbing her fingers against his crotch.
The friction sent electric jolts into his muscles and the kiss became savage, an almost desperate need taking over. Grunting, he mouthed her chin, her jawline then her neck, sucking and biting down.
“Cutter!” Jasmine pressed her head against the seat, closing her eyes, her hand stroking. Teasing.
His adrenaline was high, creating spikes of heat and sweat as the desire continued to build. He tugged at the bodice of her dress, exposing her nipple. After issuing a single growl, he engulfed her hardened bud, dragging his tongue around in lazy circles.
“Oh, God! Cutter.” She fumbled with his belt buckle as she panted, whimpers pushing past her lips.
Laughing, the sound purposely dark and dangerous, he eased back. “Not yet. You don’t get to play until I tell you.”
“Mmm…Yes, sir.”
Darting his head down, he sucked on her nipple then pinched it between his thumb and index finger, sitting back to savor her expression.
“Didn’t you promise me champagne?” she asked as she licked her lips.
He rubbed his jaw. The woman was so damn beautiful. “Let me think. You’ve been a bad girl as of late. I think you need a spanking right here, at this moment. Besides, I have a surprise for you.”
“Now?” She wrinkled her nose and glanced out the window. “What surprise?”
“I can’t think of a better place and I purchased this earlier today.” He tugged a wooden brush from his jacket, twisting the handle as he held the implement in front of her eyes. “It’s incredible w
hat Target sells. I think it’ll become our go-to store.”
“Ugh!”
Grabbing her wrist, he yanked her over his lap, biting back a laugh. The weight of the brush felt good in his hand. He’d keep this particular implement in his truck. Yes, they’d had no less than five significant discussions about their budding relationship. Yes, she’d expressed her desire to enter into domestic discipline. And yes, he couldn’t live without her. The realization had been just as freeing as his secrets being revealed. The guilt he’d harbored was no longer going to rule his life.
Neither was Stacy’s ghost.
“Oh!” Jasmine kicked out her legs, flailing as he pressed his hand on the small of her back. “Haven’t I been good?”
“You’ve been mouthy, pushy and not following my orders,” Cutter stated, biting back a laugh. He yanked up her dress and struggled to pull down her panties. She still had a few red marks from the early morning spanking, the delicious fact keeping his desire running on high octane.
“Won’t the driver see?”
“Two-way glass, sweetheart.”
Moaning, she undulated back and forth, grinding against him.
“Bad girl. So very bad.” The friction was going to kill him.
Smack! Crack!
“Ouch!” she moaned, the sound exaggerated. She curled her legs and smacked her hand against the car door. “I don’t like the brush.”
“This may become your best friend. If you continue, I’ll start over and keep spanking until we arrive at our destination.” The thudding sound of the brush was like music to his ears.
Pop! Slap!
“Yes, sir,” she muttered.
Whack! Crack!
“You’re going to learn to follow my orders,” Cutter stated with conviction. “Day and night.”
Pop! Slap!
“Yes… Yes, sir!”
He rubbed her ass, determined to wait to fuck her. This was a special night, a change in their relationship. They’d been able to see each other only a scattering of times due to their respective schedules. His work, her career and the criminal case had taken a toll. Time to enforce his authority.
Crack! Slap!
Cutter peppered her ass with spanks, moving from one ass cheek to the other. His cock pushed against his jeans, binding, adding to the sexual tension. He wanted nothing more than to slide his cock into her wet pussy.
Smack! Pop!
The feel of her on his lap, the way she responded was euphoric.
Slap! Whack!
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, no longer fighting.
Crack! Slap!
“Six more.”
“Six? I’ll die!” she whimpered and buried her face in her hands.
Crack! Smack! Pop! Slap!
“I doubt that.” As he issued the last two, he closed his eyes, envisioning the future. “Good girl.” Easing her off his lap, he studied her pursed lips, her sparkling eyes. He held out the brush again.
“Evil thing,” she cooed, the sound ragged. She rose to her knees and maneuvered her panties down her legs, settling back on the seat and drawing the crimson lace down to her ankles. After removing them entirely, she held them out. “A present.”
“The brush is perfect for outdoor gatherings.” He fisted her thong, bringing the material to his nose. Taking a deep whiff, he growled before placing it in the pocket of his jacket. “We might not make it home.”
“You wouldn’t spank me in front of others!” she exclaimed. Her dress remained positioned on her upper thighs and when she crossed her legs, he garnered a view of her pussy, her glistening skin.
“Yes, I would with joy. I’m going to spank you everywhere, anywhere. If and when you’re disobedient, we will deal with your infractions,” Cutter stated, his tone authoritative. “Open your legs.”
Jasmine obeyed instantly, spreading her legs wide open, offering him a tasty view of her shorn cunt.
His heart thumped, his breath ragged, he slid his hand on her knee, kneading her skin. When she moaned, he slid his hand up her thigh until he was able to finger her cunt. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes!”
“Are you hungry for my thick cock?”
“God, yes,” she whispered, beads of perspiration creating a shimmer dancing across her face and neck.
He swirled his finger around and around until she was panting. There was no need to move as he slipped one then a second finger just inside her pussy, pumping gently.
Wriggling, she arched her back and opened her legs even wider. “Yes!”
Cutter continued thrusting in and out, adding a third and fourth finger, flexing them open. He swirled his thumb around her clit as he drove in harder. Faster. He wanted to suck on her clit, drink in her cum. “Pinch your tit for me. I want to see your lovely face anguished with pain.”
“Mmm…” Jasmine eased first one then the second strap of her dress down, until both breasts were exposed. She rubbed her fingers down her neck to her right nipple, pinching then twisting as required. “Oh!”
His cock was throbbing, the pain becoming almost intolerable. He slid closer, allowing him to finger-fuck her using deeper strokes, moving in and out. Faster. The rhythm almost perfect.
“Oh, God!”
“Keep pinching or I’ll spank you again.” His voice was guttural, full of testosterone.
Her eyelids flitting open, she continued pinching, pulling, her dress now sitting at her waist.
His entire body was trembling, the longing cutting through muscle and bone. He knew she was close to coming. She was so wet, the sounds of her muscles sucking him in, slickening his fingers was almost breathtaking. And he continued.
“Oh, I…” She moved her hand to her other breast, tweaking and tugging on her nipple. They were both hard, their rosy darkness more appealing than ever.
He was mesmerized as he continued pumping, his hand almost coated with her juice. When her breath sounds changed, becoming hoarse pants, he leaned over. “Come for me. Come on my fingers.”
A sigh of joy pushed past her lips as she tossed her head back. “Oooohh!”
When she was finished shaking, he removed his fingers, dragging the tips around her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Her eyelids remained half closed as she obeyed.
Cutter pushed his cum soaked fingers into her mouth, sliding them in and out. “Suck on them. Suck my fingers dry.”
Wrapping one hand around his wrist, she closed her mouth, sucking and licking, moving her head up and down.
He was tingling all over, beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck. As she savored every drop, licking each finger individually, her tongue swirling, her eyes hazy, he swallowed hard. He was going to fuck her in every hole.
When he was satisfied, he removed his fingers, holding them into the darkness. “Perfect. Now, remove your dress.”
She didn’t seem surprised and tugged the material up and over her shoulders, holding it out and dropping the dress onto the floor.
“Beautiful.” As he leaned forward, pouring two glasses of champagne and sliding the bottle into the bucket of ice, he sighed with content. When he handed her a glass, he noticed the look of mischief on her face. “What are you thinking?”
She took a sip of champagne, tipping back her head and closing her eyes. When she finally gazed at him, her lips pursed, she pushed him hard against the side of the limo. “I’m thinking my sir would like some relief.” Jasmine placed her hand on his knee, crawling her fingers up to his crotch. She toyed with his cloth covered cock, rubbing the tip of a single finger up and down, around in circles as she crawled closer.
“I think I would.” He took another sip of champagne then leaned back, draping his arms across the back of the seats.
Purring, she placed her glass in the holder then unfastened his buckle, taking her time. Her fingers worked deftly, unfastening the button, sliding down the zipper. She peeled away the material and slipped her hand inside, easing his stiff dick from the tight confines. “No
underwear.”
He chuckled and closed his eyes as she stroked his cock. The way she wiggled his jeans, tugging and pulling them down, exposing his swollen balls, he had to fight not to drag her on top of his lap.
She fondled his testicles, rolling them between her fingers. “Thick and hard.”
“All for you.”
Bending over, she blew across the tip before dragging her tongue back and forth, hitting his sensitive slit.
“Shit.” The moment she wrapped her hand around the base, pumping up and down, twisting her hand, his legs began to shake. “Yes!”
Opening her mouth, she took him down an inch at a time, sucking, her fingers caressing.
“God!” The vibrations of the engine, the movement of her hand was incredible. His head lolled against the seat, he was trying to concentrate, trying not to come too soon.
Jasmine licked and sucked, her soft whimpers becoming hoarse purrs. Removing his cock, she licked down the underside, every move methodical, until she reached his balls. Taking first one then the other into her hot mouth, she used enough pressure with her jaw muscles to make him squirm.
“Fuck, baby. Jesus.” He blinked several times and was losing his ability to focus.
She continued sucking, her tongue moving back and forth, her hand pumping all the way up to his cockhead.
Cutter placed one hand on her head, fisting her hair, keeping her in place. “Yes.” His mouth was bone dry and as he attempted to take a sip, the liquid spilled on her cheek.
Lifting her head, she gave him a lust filled look. “I’m thirsty.”
He shook his head as he poured the champagne into her mouth. The woman could drive him insane.
Winking, she held the liquid in her mouth then engulfed his cock.
“Fuck!” His cry pierced the dense space and he slapped his hand on the seat as the sensations created a rush of blood. “Jesus.”
She held his dick in her mouth for several seconds before swallowing and taking him down an inch, then another until her bottom lip rested on his balls.
Cutter’s hands were shaking, his heart racing and he tamped back his orgasm as she sucked and licked, moving up and down. The way her hand created heated friction was powerful, driving him over the edge. “I want…” My God, he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.