by Golden Angel
Fucking hell.
As much as he wanted to go slowly, Jared found his pace increasing as he impaled her on his cock, harder and faster with every thrust. Leigh's erotic whimpers spurred him on, her ragged breath evincing her passion, and he could feel the aftershock spasms of her orgasm becoming stronger as his thrusts became wilder.
She was going to cum again.
That knowledge allowed him to let go, and he groaned her name as he let loose all the pent-up sexual frustration that had built while he'd pleasured her. The taste of her seemed to thicken in his mouth as his balls tingled, tightening as Leigh's cries filled his ears. She was so close... he could tell... he just had to hold out a little longer...
His cock swelled and pulsed, and he groaned, disappointed that he hadn't been able to hold out longer, only to have her pussy clamp down around him like a vise as the first spurt of cum jetted into her body. It was erotic heaven as she pulsed and rippled around him, her pussy milking his cock while she cried out happily. Jared could actually hear the joy in her voice, despite how exhausted she must be by now, despite how raw her sensitive flesh was, as she felt his cum flowing into her.
They rocked, together, her legs curving around his body as much as they could in her position, her heels digging into his sides as her knees squeezed his elbows, crossing the finish line in a simultaneous orgasmic explosion.
Chapter 14
Leigh had never been so sore or so satisfied in her life. She also didn't know if she'd ever actually woken up with a smile on her face. That had always sounded kind of cliché to her, but today it was true. She was smiling as she woke up; tucked up against Jared's big, hot body.
The pleasant ache between her legs made her groan a bit as she shifted, sliding one leg between his and pressing closer to his warmth. Cuddling under the covers. Man she'd missed this. Yeah, okay sometimes she and Angel would cuddle, and it was good and it fed the need, but it just wasn't the same as naked cuddling with a hot man. Leigh rubbed her nose in his chest hair, taking in his scent and sighing with pleasure.
"Hey, that tickles," he said, his voice a deep, raspy rumble. Hands caressed down her back, one of them sliding all the way down to cup her butt and pull her closer to him.
His morning erection pressed into her stomach and she shuddered. Part of her wanted to climb on board. Another part of her wasn't sure she was built for another go around of pleasure in such a short period of time.
"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked, giving her ass one more good squeeze before he started to move away.
"Breakfast?" Leigh asked, her brain scrambling to catch up with the sudden change in thought processes. She hadn't even had the chance to decide whether or not she wanted morning nookie, or to cling to him as he got up. Watching him pull on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his upper body deliciously bare, she was starting to lean on the side of nookie... Until her stomach grumbled loudly. Breakfast might be a good idea.
Jared grinned at her, hands on his hips, all that stunning muscle on display. He looked good enough to go on a calendar. "Leigh? Breakfast? Eggs, sausage, pancakes... what's your pleasure?"
Right, focus Leigh. Stop drooling over the handsome hunk. You can get your naughty little hands all over his body any time you want. Food now. Naughty stuff later when your lady parts have had some more time to recover.
"Eggs and sausage sound good," she said, rolling over to the side of the bed and climbing off. Looking around for her clothes, she made a face as she saw her dress from the night laying on his armchair in the corner. It had been comfortable enough last night, but she wasn't particularly looking forward to squeezing back into it.
"Here," said Jared, seeing where her gaze had gone to. Leigh smiled at him in appreciation as he came around the side of the bed and handed her one of his t-shirts. "I don't think you'll fit into even my smallest pants, but this should cover you." He pressed a kiss to her lips before turning and heading towards the kitchen, just waving a hand at her thank you while he walked out.
Smiling happily, Leigh tugged the shirt on. As a concession to the winter weather it was long-sleeved, which meant that she had to roll them up to have any use of her hands. The hem of the t-shirt fell about mid-thigh. Good enough, especially since no one else was around.
There was something really nice about being snuggled up in his shirt. Even though it was clean, it still smelled like him. It was really soft and comfy too.
She hoped he knew he probably wasn't getting it back.
******
"She stole my shirt," Jared grumbled.
"Please, you could get it back if you really wanted to," said Andrew, clapping him on the back.
Of course he could. But she didn't want to give it back. Which, part of him really liked... but he also really liked that shirt. So he wanted to grumble about it a little bit. Was it too much to ask for some commiseration?
Apparently. Neither Olivia nor Andrew looked like they had any sympathy for him. The rest of his friends were on the other side of the kitchen or down in Adam's basement, chatting and waiting for the game to start. This morning he'd let Leigh continue wearing his shirt while she pulled her dress on enough to make it a skirt, until he'd taken her back to Adam's. Then she'd changed into jeans... and kept the shirt on. So far he hadn't been able to bring himself to take it up with her.
Adam had just smirked at him. Adam didn't have this problem. Then again, Adam scowled every time he looked at his girlfriend's shirt. Today's edition said: Dear Santa, Define Naughty.
He wasn't sure if Adam objected to the premise, the implication, or the fact that Angel was wearing a Christmas shirt at the end of January.
"You're just not used to having a real girlfriend," Olivia said, nudging him with her elbow. "You'll get used to sharing clothes. Besides, if you give her a bigger, comfier shirt, you could probably get that one back."
He scowled. But that meant giving up a shirt he liked even better. Olivia was right though. Marissa had never been interested in wearing his clothes. She'd always had her own to change into. So he'd kind of gotten used to that. He'd really liked seeing Leigh this morning, in his shirt, with her bare legs underneath. There was something nicely possessive about it.
Although he really did like wearing that shirt.
"Yeah, he's not getting that shirt back," Andrew said, chuckling as he watched the various emotions playing out over Jared's face. Immediately Jared tried to harden his expression into something more stoic, but it didn't matter. Andrew took a sip of his beer. "Just count it as a loss, man. You might get it back if things don't work out between the two of you."
"Speaking from personal experience?" Olivia asked, her eyebrows raised.
Andrew's eyes flicked towards the basement door. He and Kate had managed to completely avoid each other so far, mostly by keeping track of exactly where the other person was. So far everyone had been entertained by the way they looked at each other constantly, but only when they thought the other one wasn't looking. The few times they'd made eye contact, they'd both looked away so fast that Jared had heard Andrew's neck crack once.
"I sacrificed a shirt to the relationship gods, yes," he said, his voice bland.
"You could always ask for it back now that she's here," Olivia teased.
"She probably doesn't even have it anymore," Andrew replied, draining the last of his beer from the bottle. "I'm out, either of you need a refill?"
"I'm good," said Jared, raising up his half full bottle. Olivia repeated the sentiment, watching thoughtfully as Andrew headed out to the back porch where they were keeping the drinks.
Turning her attention back to Jared, Olivia pursed her lips. "Alright. Update me."
Even with the potential drama that Kate and Andrew provided, Jared had known Olivia could only be distracted for so long. He didn't even mind her asking though. For once, he was excited to have good things to tell her and to be happy about the relationship he was in.
Made a damn nice change from having to dump his issues
on her. Now as long as Marissa stayed away, his life would be just about perfect.
******
stay way fromm by Jred u btch
Checking the time on the Facebook message, which had been delivered at 2:34 am, Leigh was going to guess that Marissa had been drunk when she sent it. The terrible spelling job was a pretty big hint too. She hadn’t seen it right away because it had been delivered into her “Other Messages” inbox, since she and Marissa weren’t friends.
Making a face, she debated whether or not to delete it and decided on not. Usually she kept everything, but having something so negative in her inbox made her pause. On the other hand, if she ever felt like this needed to be shared with Jared, she would prefer to have it on hand.
As far as she knew, Marissa hadn't tried to contact Jared again, although when he'd called Leigh last night he'd told her that Marissa had shown up at Stronghold and he'd ignored her like usual. Leigh wasn't going to the club tonight either, she was waiting till he got home and then she would go over to get her first discipline spanking.
It would be a discipline spanking too, unless she made it to the gym before she went over there tonight.
Strangely, she was having trouble getting up the motivation to go. She didn't want to disappoint Jared, and she didn't want to not follow through on her resolutions, but some part of her just... wanted to see what would happen. What the discipline spanking would be like. It was stupid and bratty, and yet she couldn't shake the desire.
All week she'd been perfect, except she'd kept putting off the third trip to the gym. It wasn't intentional. At least, not until today. Now she kept vacillating back and forth between being determined to go and... well... wanting to see what would happen if she didn't.
It took up so much of her thoughts that she was barely even bothered by Marissa's drunken message. People did stupid things when they were drunk. Leigh wasn't going to hold it against her. If she got another one, she'd probably block Marissa, because she wasn't interested in being a punching bag for the woman, but one late night drunken Facebook message didn't need to affect her life.
The spanking coming her way was much more imminent.
All day she was distracted in her classes, trying to get herself motivated to go to the gym. Jared had been so wonderful all week. They'd had dinner together Tuesday night and she'd slept over again. He'd been full of praise that she'd been so good with her diet and had already been to the gym once. She'd worked out again on Wednesday, high on that praise. Today should be her third day.
She couldn't even blame lethargy... it was definitely rebelliousness that was spurring her on. Which was so freaking stupid that she wanted to go to the gym just to counteract that strange urge. Leigh had never been rebellious in her life. She was always the good girl, always the one who followed the rules, and always the good influence. So what was up with this sudden desire to be "bad"?
When she got home, she went straight to Angel's work room, knowing that's where her friend would be.
Sitting at her sewing machine, Angel was hard at work on another corset, this one with a swirling red and gold pattern. Looking up from the fabric she was feeding through the machine, Angel smiled. "Hey honey! Check it out - my Valentine's Day corset!"
"It's gorgeous," Leigh said, coming over. Angel already had almost all of the panels sewn together, so she could actually see the form of the garment. "I love the colors."
"Me too. I wasn't sure about the gold at first, but I've decided that I like it. I think I'm even going to wear a gold thong with it."
"Sounds hot."
Even though Leigh had done her best to sound enthusiastic, Angel obviously caught something in her tone of voice, because she cocked her head questioningly at Leigh. "Everything okay?"
Sighing, Leigh picked up the small pile of fabric on the seat of the armchair in the corner of the room and put the fabric on the shelf beside it, so that she could flop down into the chair, facing Angel. She rested her head back on the chair as she spilled. The message from Marissa, to start, although that was just a quick and easy explanation. Angel was pissed on Leigh's behalf, but she waved it off. It really wasn't that big a deal. Leigh understood. Hell, if she'd known any of the girls Michael had seen right at the beginning of their breakup, she couldn't say she wouldn't have done the same thing in a fit of drunken anger.
She was much more concerned about her utter lack of motivation to go to the gym. To her surprise, Angel seemed to understand that immediately.
"You're testing him."
"I'm what?"
"You're testing him. Hell, I do it to Adam all the time. I think it's a submissive thing. When a submissive does it all the time, that's when the Doms start calling her a brat, but I don't think that you're actually trying to be bratty. It’s like when a little kid is given a new rule; they just have to toe the line a little bit. Because they want know that the rule is going to be enforced. Submissives needed reassurance that their dominant will take them in hand and enforce the established rules. This is the first time you and Jared have laid down any rules, so of course you want to test them."
"That sounds incredibly immature." Leigh rubbed her forehead in frustration, because she still didn't feel like going to the gym any more than she had a moment ago, despite her disgust with herself. "I don't want to break our agreement just for the sake of testing him."
Angel shrugged. "So don't." She glanced at her watch. "Eat something now and then go to the gym. You'll still have plenty of time to come back here, shower, and get ready before he finishes his shift at Stronghold."
"You're right." Leigh realized she didn't sound all that sure and she firmed her voice. "You're definitely right. That's what I'm going to do."
******
Looking down at Leigh's shame-faced expression as she sat on his couch, hands between her knees, Jared felt a flicker of amusement. She looked completely contrite, totally regretful, and it was both adorable and strangely arousing. There was something incredibly sexy about a submissive who knew she'd truly done something bad and that her butt was going to pay the price for it. After reading over her food journal, he'd listened to her explanation of why she hadn't completely fulfilled her workout quota for the week.
Granted, she hadn't been entirely bad, which was probably the most amusing and endearing part of this whole scenario. She hadn't wanted to disappoint him, logically she'd realized that she was being silly - which she'd explained to him - but she also hadn't been able to entirely stifle the need to explore her boundaries.
"I should have expected this," he said with a sigh, not letting one iota of his amusement or arousal show. That would completely ruin the effect of her discipline. Frowning at her, he was pleased at the way her cheeks turned pink and her shoulders slumped in self-disappointment. "I thought that since we made our agreement based on your insistence that you wouldn't feel the need to test me, but apparently I was wrong."
"No, you were right, I didn't really test you," she said, looking up at him with sincerity shining in her eyes. "I did go to the gym... even if I didn't have time to do the full workout. I meant to though. I really did. I just got sidetracked and then it was so late - but I still went."
Giving her a flinty look, Jared let his frown deepen. "You allowed yourself to be sidetracked. Don't try to blame Angel. You had plenty of time between work and now to go to the gym and do a full workout. Even though you say you weren't testing me, the truth is that you still are. You wanted to see what you would get if you didn't fulfill your side of the contract? Well you're going to. Stand up and pull down your jeans and panties."
Leigh's jaw dropped. "But... But I went! We didn't make any contingency agreements for if I went to the gym but didn't manage a full workout!"
"But we did agree that I could punish you as I see fit for transgressions involving your health." Jared raised his eyebrow at her as she opened her mouth to protest again. Her jaw snapped shut as she slumped, resignation in every line of her body, because he was right.
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p; He really was a little surprised that she was testing the line so soon, but also amused by her attempt at just toeing the line rather than crossing it completely. Seeing the acceptance cross her face, he hid another smile.
"Stand up and pull down your jeans and panties, little girl," he said, deepening his voice just a touch.
Shoulders still slumped, Leigh stood, giving him little pleading looks from underneath her eyelashes as he sat down on the couch where she just was. Staying stoic, Jared ignored the slow hardening of his cock as she started to undo the button on her jeans.
Her slow movements were almost like an unintentional strip tease as she pulled down her jeans, and then the lacy green panties she was wearing underneath, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her bottom. With her body face slightly away from him, he couldn't see any of her front, which made it more of a tease. His cock was rock hard by the time she turned and lowered herself down onto his lap, his heart racing as she submitted to the agreed upon punishment.
Fantasizing about having Leigh give her body over to him to care for, to discipline, wasn't anything close to the reality. They'd toyed with the notion, agreed upon it, but when she actually placed herself over his thighs and offered up her vulnerable buttocks for her spanking, he thought his heart might actually burst out of his chest it was pounding so hard. The sense of satisfaction that was already rolling through him was unprecedented. This was exactly what he'd always wanted, what he'd always craved out of a relationship.
The nervous submissive, Leigh's teeth biting into her soft lower lip as she shot him an anxious glance, the creamy expanse of her skin waiting to be turned pink, and her willing submission to him as her disciplinarian. It was better than he'd dreamed it would be. The previous spanking he'd given her, while enjoyable, hadn't held the same kind of responsibility or importance.
Running his hand over her upturned bottom, feeling the cool, smooth skin under his hand, he allowed himself one small, satisfied smile as his cock throbbed against her side. The blue sweater she was wearing came down to her hips, curving over her lower back as if providing a frame for her ass. Gorgeous.