by Kaliana Cole
“I’ve been paddled, lashed with a flogger, and had stripes from a riding crop, sir.”
“Unimaginative cretins.” He sniffed. “You have never been denied orgasm, or plugged and spanked?”
Bailey blushed. “It is a bit hard to deny something that won’t happen, sir.”
Jory’s mask slipped a little, incredulity creeping in. “You weren’t even getting orgasm from your sessions and you kept going back? How many times did you participate in scenes?”
“About ten, with three different Doms.”
A muscle ticked in Jory’s utterly masculine jaw. “And yet you say you like it. How does that work?”
“I got excited, more excited than I ever had over regular sex, but it only worked as long as…”
“As long as what?” He snapped, not approving of her hesitation.
“As long as I imagined it was you. Sir.” The honorific was a little late coming.
Icy blue eyes heated with something. Was it a glimmer of satisfaction? “I think I can safely say that you reaching orgasm will not be a problem with me. What will be more of a problem is teaching you to delay your pleasure.
“I won’t always let you come, Bailey. I might drive you right to the edge and leave you there. I might put your collar on, put you on your knees, and shoot my load down your throat and walk away. Once that collar goes on, I’m in complete control of both your pain and your pleasure, and for a while you won’t be getting one without the other.”
He came to his feet, towering over her. Bailey unconsciously licked her lips. His fly was level with her mouth. “I don’t think so, brat. Stand up.” Bailey complied, wondering what he had planned. Jory hooked the hardwood and leather footrest with his booted foot and pulled it beneath him. Bailey was relieved to see her arousal hadn’t leaked all over the leather.
Jory sat and gave her a smile that promised she wasn’t going to like what was coming next. “This morning you deliberately taunted me. You said, and I quote, ‘I dream about being over your lap.’ Well, I think it is time for you to face the reality, sweetheart. I don’t do love taps. You’ll think before you tell me to make it three next time.”
He took her hand and tugged her to her knees beside him. Bailey held back a moan of pure pleasure as he bent her over his lap. Her skin soaked up the touch of his hands like desert rain. He smoothed his hand the length of her back and over her rounded ass. “You have a great ass for spanking, Bailey. Firm and full, and nicely pale. My handprints are going to look beautiful painted in red.”
She fought not to squirm and press her thighs together. She could feel the wetness building. Jory had to be able to see it, or smell it. “You like this part, huh? How does it feel?”
“Exposed, intimate, wicked.” Bailey could hear the husk in her voice. “Better than I imagined, sir.”
“Let’s see how long that lasts.”
Without warning, his hard palm came down with a crack right where her right thigh joined her buttock. A loud oww erupted from her as fire lanced through her. It had fucking hurt! He trapped the heat beneath his palm and rubbed gently, spreading the burn and intensifying the sensation.
“Not what you were expecting, brat?”
“Hurts.”
“Well, of course it does. Do you want more, or do we stop this game right now?”
Bailey felt her heart stutter at the idea of Jory walking away. “Give me more.” The burning heat had spread to her pussy. If only she had something to work her clit against, it would feel spectacular.
“That sounded like a demand, and I’m damn sure there was no ‘sir’ in there either. I don’t think I have your full attention, Bailey. I think a change in position might bring home to you who is really in charge. Stand up and straddle my knees, facing away.”
Bailey did as she was instructed, wondering how the hell he was going to spank her ass while she was sitting on it. She found out fast when he spread his legs further and pushed her forward until her face was touching the rug between her hands and her ankles were tucked under his arms. “Rest your head on your arms, brat. You might be here for a while.
If Bailey had felt exposed before, she felt positively on display now. Jory could see absolutely everything. As if to prove it, he trailed a finger from the soft down of her mound, through her embarrassingly wet folds, and circled her asshole. “Mmm, I definitely prefer you like this. I want to see how much you tighten when I spank you.”
Bailey shuddered with pleasure when one big hand cupped her mound, his thumb sliding into the slick heat of her vagina. She tightened automatically, holding him inside. “Tight, but I think you can do better.”
His other hand came down in a flurry of blows, setting her skin alight. No two smacks landed in the same place. Bailey concentrated on the grip of his hand and let the pain wash over her, actually relaxing beneath the onslaught. It took her a while to realize he had finished.
“Good girl,” he crooned, “you gave in beautifully then.” He rubbed the redness on her ass and kneaded at her mound, as if in reward. “But if you want to come, I want something, too. I want to feel the grip of your tight little ass around my finger when you do.” He stroked over her tight pucker. “Will you give me what you have given no other the right to do, Bailey? Or will you let your fear hold you back from greater pleasure than you have ever known?” His voice was almost hypnotic, lulling her senses and drawing her deeper under his sensual spell.
Bailey wanted to please him, to meet his needs, but her aversion to anal play was deeply ingrained. She embraced the fact that this was Jory, and despite her fear, she trusted him completely. “Be gentle with me, please, sir.”
She might have imagined the soft caress of lips against her fire-kissed cheeks, but the whispered promise reached her ears. “Always, love.”
His slick thumb rubbed her own juices around her rosebud, massaging gently. “That’s the way, loosen up. Good girl.” Bailey felt a sharp pinch as he pressed, but before she could protest he backed off. “You are doing so well, sweet. As soon as you let me inside, I’m gonna spank this red ass and push you over into the biggest orgasm you have ever had.”
A groan escaped at his heated words. Her body surrendered and allowed him to take whatever he wanted as pleasure became more important than any fears. His finger rubbed over the hood of her clit as he breached her anus. Her cry was pure pleasure. “That’s it, love. Don’t hold anything back from me. You’re going to get that third spanking you so desperately wanted this morning. I want you to count them. When you get to ten, you can come, but not before.”
She felt his thumb seat more securely inside her tight grip. The insidious invasion could not be ignored. Nor could it be assimilated. Even as the first blow landed and she called out “one,” it was the forbidden impalement that held her captive. The blinding fire branding her skin and the sensuous stroke of his finger against the trembling knot of her swollen clit came in a distant second.
Two, three, and four fell in rapid succession. The rest he dragged out using the time between to push her closer and closer to the edge. Just before nine, Bailey felt her burgeoning orgasm quiver. She was certain that one more stimulus would cause it to overflow and take her.
“You hold it back, brat. Breathe through it. Two more and you can let it take you.” He pumped his thumb slowly inside her, grating over sensitive nerve endings.
Bailey thought the menacing reminder would help pull her back, but instead it pushed her closer. “I’m going to come. Don’t make me, please. I’m trying to be good.” All sense of pride was gone as she begged openly.
“You like having something in your ass now, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes. If you move it again I won’t be able to control it.”
“Well don’t then, baby. Let it all out.” Two blows fell swift and hard, and his whole hand massaged her inside and out. Bailey heard a genuine scream explode from her throat as the storm broke loose inside her. Buffeted by the strength of her climax, she jerked and jolte
d in his grip. The pleasure went on and on as his hand kept up the devastating assault on her nerves. Only when she was exhausted, muscles twitching uncontrollably, did Jory cease his attentions.
He raised her back up and enfolded her in his arms, holding her tight against him. Bailey struggled to draw breath as she willed her pounding heart to settle. Lord, she had never had an orgasm grip her like this one had. Long and hard, it had rocked the very foundations of her being.
The scratch of denim against her tenderized ass reminded her that, while she might be all done and in a boneless mess, Jory was rock hard behind his fly. “If you give me a moment or two I would love to give you what you need. Just let me catch my breath.”
“It’s not like that. Bailey. I know how much you enjoy seeing me come. That’s a reward you are going to have to work for. Now sit back, be a good girl, and let me hold you.” His voice brooked no argument.
Bailey was stunned. Every male she had ever had anything to do with thought pleasure given was to be reciprocated as fast as possible with heavy interest. She let her head fall back against Jory’s shoulder and breathed in the heady scent of aroused male and spectacularly satisfied woman.
This afternoon had merely been an experiment on Jory’s behalf, she knew that. But it raised a question.
If this was just to settle his curiosity, how fucking good was it going to be when he got serious?
Chapter 4
“We’ve been invited over to the Whelan’s old place tonight. Emma is throwing a housewarming party for her sister. Do you want to go?” Jory was toweling off sweat from his run as he spoke. He restrained a smile when Bailey appeared more interested in the progress of sweat runnels down his chest than in what he was saying. “Hello! Anybody home?”
Bailey actually shook her head before she focused. “Um, yeah. It would be good to get out. Other than Andy, I haven’t seen anybody since I came back.”
Jory breathed a sigh of relief. He was concerned Bailey was becoming a recluse. She had always been a social butterfly. It wasn’t natural for her to remain shut away.
“That’s good. I’m going to go for a quick swim before lunch, do you want to come?”
She had declined on joining him for a run this morning, muttering something about not having the right underwear with her. He thought it had more to do with being shitty with him for not continuing on with a bit more play after dinner last night. She had been more than a little pissed when he had told her to go to sleep, but he knew she needed time to process the experience.
“I haven’t got a swimsuit.”
Jory headed out toward the verandah, wondering how long it would take her to follow when he baited her. “Neither do I.”
The wench beat him into the still-icy water.
Jory overtook her halfway down the swimming hole and would have beaten her back by a good margin if the little cheat hadn’t turned and started back as soon as he passed her. As it was, he only reached the gentle backwater a few seconds before her. He could touch the sandy bottom comfortably, but Bailey had to bob or tread water. But Bailey being Bailey, she wound herself around him like an invasive weed, blonde curls darkened and straightened by the water.
He couldn’t help but smile in return as she beamed up at him. Her hands draped over his shoulders and legs wrapped around his hips. He had never seen her looking as happy. She had always had a wistful quality to her smile before. A discordant note that hadn’t quite rang true. But she looked like that missing piece had been found. It humbled him to think that her love for him affected her this much. To see Bailey this happy, he would have given in years ago. But the past couldn’t be changed, only lessons learned from it.
“I didn’t get my kiss this morning,” she groused, lip pouting adorably.
“What kiss?”
“My good-morning kiss. I woke up and you were gone.”
Jory smiled at her blatant maneuvering. “Oh, you mean the kiss that you slept right through? I could have sworn you were awake when you gave me that sleepy little smile.”
“It doesn’t count if I’m not awake.”
“But you’re a cranky beast if you get woken before you’re ready.”
“Only if you don’t wake me nice.”
Jory capitulated and gave her the kiss she had been angling for. He loved the way she melted in his arms and the feel of her smile against his lips. “There you go, brat. Happy now?”
“No, just horny.”
“And so shy about it, too.” He felt her rub enticingly against his flesh, stirring bravely in the chilly water. “It’s too cold for that in here. Come inside and we’ll find out if that shower is big enough for two.” The way her eyes lit up made Jory feel invincible.
* * * *
Jory was dressed and ready to head into town. It promised to be a half-hour wait as Bailey went through all those obscure little rituals that went into making a woman “look presentable.”
Personally, he thought she had never looked better than when she had been kneeling in front of him in the shower, begging to suck his cock. But he could pretty much guarantee she didn’t want to hear that.
He was that damn clean he should have squeaked when he walked. Bailey hadn’t missed an inch of skin when he’d told her to go at it with the cake of soap. He’d had to warn her off, actually. Soap in the eye of your dick stung like a son of a bitch.
Her mouth had been double-dyed heaven. The little brat had sucked him dry and looked for more. He was sure he had claw marks on his ass from her grip on him.
He was grateful he stayed hard after coming. He’d had enough left to pin her against the wall and give her the half dozen hard thrusts that had sent her over the edge to join him. She was so damn responsive. She got ready to fly if he so much as looked at her clit.
He heard movement on the stairs and lifted his thoughts to a higher plane. His cognitive function was usually driven from higher than his belt, but Bailey just affected him on so many levels. What she was wearing certainly didn’t help. The cutoffs were barely decent, showing off the line of thigh that was surprising long for her five-five height. The flowing top in shades of fire clung in places and draped in others, accentuating her full breasts and slender waist.
Her hair was lacquered with some kind of goop that defined her shiny curls and smelled like a sultry dream. Her eyes looked even bluer than usual. The barest hint of makeup emphasized the midnight orbs, while her lips glowed like glittery jewels with berry-flavored gloss.
She looked good enough to eat. Good enough that any sane man would lock her in the basement instead of taking her out in public.
She was going to get drooled over all damn night. At least the Whelans were off the market. Zach and Colby would flirt with anything with two sets of lips.
He decided to show some grace instead of bundling her off to the basement. He got to his feet and held out his hand. “You scrub up all right, Bailey. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Her smile was shy, as if being told she was beautiful was a novel experience. “You look pretty good, too. Turn around.” Jory obeyed with a grin. “God, you’ve got a great ass. I can’t believe I had you naked and didn’t bite it again.” She sounded genuinely disappointed.
“Your cannibalistic tendencies worry me, brat. I’m glad you didn’t mention that before we got in the shower.”
“So am I.” She winked impishly and headed out the door. “I’ve got to get something from the car. I’ll be with you in a second.”
Jory was puzzled, but he grabbed the jacket she had clearly forgotten off the back of one of the kitchen chairs and headed for the Jeep. Emma had been quite adamant on the “bring nothing” part of the invitation when he had seen her yesterday, insisting that everything would be taken care of. She just wanted her sister to get to know the locals.
Ty had stood back, looking exasperated but more than a little proud of the woman he was to marry. Colby and Zach hadn’t been there, but although it was Ty that would walk down the aisle with her, e
veryone knew she would be saying yes to all three Whelans. Jory privately felt that if there was a woman that needed more than one man, Emma Duncan was it, and the local law, Andy Calhoun, was in total agreement. The woman was a menace that needed constant supervision. Jory still had trouble not laughing every time he thought of her and Zach and that bunch of school kids in the caves. Seeing Zach Whelan at a loss for words was a rare and wonderful thing.
Bailey clambered in the open door with a heavy-looking object held in her hands that was draped in the scarf he had seen dangling on the mirror of her car. “What have you got there?”
“A housewarming gift for Casey. I hope she is fairly broad-minded. I remembered I had it in the back.”
Jory backed out and headed the Jeep down the bumpy drive. “I don’t think she would have moved to the Springs if she wasn’t. Why, what is it?”
“You know how I told you I’ve been doing some pieces for that gallery?” She sounded like a little girl hoping her parents wouldn’t overreact. Her voice had that real “but it followed me home” quality to it.
“Yes, go on.” He kept his voice level when all he really wanted to do was laugh at her trepidation.
“Well, I make everyday items out of recycled steel, but mine are kind of sexual in nature.”
“What, like pornographic mailboxes or something?”
“That’s a great idea!” She clapped a hand to her mouth before continuing. “Um, yeah. That’s the general gist of it.”
“Go, on. Give me a look.” He truly was curious now.
She pulled back the scarf to reveal a wrought-iron-looking welcome mat. It even had “welcome” in flowing script across it. It was when he looked closer that he realized that what had looked like typical filigree swirls around the word was intricately worked erect cocks complete with balls.
He laughed. Trust Bailey to put penises on something you wipe your feet on. “I take it you weren’t feeling very charitable towards the male of the species when you made this?”