“Problem?” he asked. He kept his tone mellow, only mildly inquisitive, but inside he was gripped with worry that she was going to stop him.
“N-nothing,” she stuttered. “I just didn’t think we were going to do that so soon.”
Relieved, he patted her butt. “We’re not. So relax.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“You’re an anal virgin, and I want you to enjoy it when I finally take your incredibly sexy ass. So, I need to prepare this little hole, loosen it up.”
She swallowed and licked her lips. His groin tightened and he clenched his teeth to keep from groaning. “How will you do that?” she asked.
“Very, very pleasurably. Now turn around and be quiet, Mrs. Caldwell.”
He waited until she returned to her assigned position before cupping her butt cheeks and jiggling them up and down. His subs had always loved this, especially after a spanking. Rickie giggled, confirming that the same held true for her. Very slowly, he inserted the tip of a well-lubed finger into her, pressing past the tight circle of muscles. When she stiffened, he jiggled her cheek again with his free hand. Carefully, he rubbed his finger in a small circle, softening and stretching the delicate tissues. As she relaxed, his finger slid in deeper.
A small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. “You like this,” he said.
She turned her head to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Yes,” she whispered.
He gently smacked her butt with his free hand. “Yes, what?”
She paused for a beat, then licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Good. She was learning. Caressing her bottom once again, he pulled his finger out until only the tip remained inside. He pushed it back in and started to pump it.
In. Out. In. Out.
Her hips rolled into his movements, ensuring a deep penetration. His prim and proper wife was getting her rocks off. Thank God. “I’m going to give you two fingers now. Breathe.”
She inhaled deeply, her chest expanding. When she exhaled, he inserted two fingers, jiggling her ass to keep her relaxed.
“Again,” he ordered her. With his fingers spread, he massaged the narrow opening. The tension drained from her body. He reached between her legs and cupped her. She ground against the heel of his hand, her engorged clit telling him exactly how much she was enjoying the scene. Her juices flowed, wetting his fingers. The scent of her, the feel of her—it was paradise.
She continued to gyrate, pushing his fingers deeper into her pussy and her ass. Her breathing accelerated and her entire body flushed a very pretty pink. She was close. Too close. He pulled his fingers out of her to get ready for the next step.
“Jamie!” she protested.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll beg… Sir.”
“Yes, you most certainly will,” he agreed, grinning behind her back. He reached into his pocket and got out the small butt plug he’d selected for her first bout of anal play. He covered it with lube, then very carefully, he pushed the plug into her ass, holding his breath. When it locked in place, she groaned and rocked her hips. Mission accomplished. He blew out in relief.
Reaching behind, he plucked a cushion off the couch and tossed it onto the floor at her feet. “Kneel down with your chest on the table. Open your arms and hold onto the edges.” With a nod, she obeyed. A surge of pride roared through him. Rickie was so fearless, so trusting, letting him direct their play. It was a side of her he’d never seen before. A side of her he’d love to see more often.
She rested her face on the table and cocked a brow at him. Okay, maybe she wasn’t quite trusting, not yet. He scowled at her. “Don’t move.”
It was time to let her stew. Going for his bag of toys again, he yanked out a blindfold and covered her eyes. Then he pocketed the remote control for the butt plug and walked over to the front door and opened it.
Rickie lifted her head. “Jamie? You’re leaving?”
Ignoring her question, he made his voice low and sharp. “Don’t. Move.”
She swallowed and put her cheek back on the table. That was more like it.
Leaving his wife in a suitably submissive pose, he shut the cottage door behind him and set off to get a beer at the resort bar. The remote had a range of 100 feet, so he could be far enough away for her not to know he was around and still give her a great lesson in who was boss. Who controlled her pleasure.
He palmed the remote and gave it a little zap. When he heard Rickie’s surprised yelp, his cock jumped and a broad smile cracked his face. Tonight was going to be so much fucking fun.
“Bastard.”
Erica clung to the edges of the table and gritted her teeth as she rode through the vibrations from Jamie’s little toy. She could picture him grinning like a loon each time he pressed the button, imagining her reaction. Or could he see her? Was he watching even now? She wanted to take the blindfold off, but if he was keeping an eye on her somehow, he’d know she hadn’t followed his instructions. And to be honest, she was enjoying the tingles from the object in her butt, as strange and unfamiliar as they were. What was weirder was her sense of anticipation. She’d never been more aroused, more excited. Not even that first night with Jamie.
The last twenty-four hours had been unpredictable and thrilling. Each one of Jamie’s revelations about his previous lifestyle had sparked myriad fantasies in her mind. When he’d pulled up her skirt in the parking lot at the restaurant and spanked her, she’d been shocked. But then the sting had dissipated and warmth had rushed to her bottom, to the area between her thighs and she’d wanted more.
His rapid breaths on her neck, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against her shoulder, his erection pressing into her hip had been clear signs that Jamie was approaching the boundaries of his control. Ecstatic and elated that she could do this to him, she’d egged him on, pushed him further. Energy had flowed through her and she’d felt that rush of adrenaline that Jamie often described. Her orgasm, when it had hit, had stunned her in its intensity.
She was so messed up. That certainly wasn’t the type of thing she should enjoy—was it? A small part of her insisted it wasn’t normal for a grown independent woman to want a man to tell her what to do—to spank her, for heaven’s sake! What had happened to the feminist inside her? Oh, she was still swinging her bra into the bonfire. But the other part of her knew with certainly that this was exactly what she’d been craving. Knew this was the reason she’d been drawn to Jamie from that first night. He wanted to dominate her, and she needed to submit to him.
They were meant for each other, and maybe now that they were starting to work out their issues in the bedroom, the rest would follow. Maybe—
A zap interrupted her thoughts. Unlike the previous tickles, this one was powerful. Her hips jerked against the table as the vibrations ignited the nerve endings in that most private of places. Abruptly, they ended. She groaned. Why so short? Her husband was a cruel, cruel man.
Panting, she struggled to regain her breath, and insecurity took hold. What if a maid or some maintenance guy let himself into the cottage? Blindfolded, on her knees, half-lying on the table with her butt in the air, a plug sticking out, this was a disaster in the making.
Why had she let him talk her into this? Maybe she should just get up and end this right now. Making up her mind, she let go of the table and sat back on her heels. Zap! Her butt cheeks clenched around the plug, and a moan escaped her lips. Oh God. He really was watching her. Or had it merely been a coincidence? Pushing to her feet, she stood and raised the blindfold. She held her breath as her eyes adjusted to the candlelight, expecting another warning zap. When none came, she exhaled in a rush. He wasn’t watching her like some peeping Tom after all.
She didn’t have to stay in that embarrassing position if she didn’t want to. Jamie would never know if she had obeyed him the entire time or not. But if she didn’t, if she pretended to obey, wasn’t that defeating the whole purpose? He was trusting her; she needed to trust him. She claimed she wante
d him to be in charge; now was the time to prove it.
Kneeling, she returned to the position he’d left her in and gripped the edges of the table. If there was a chance this experience could save their marriage, she’d take whatever he had to give.
As though he’d heard her thoughts, the vibrations restarted, strong and escalating. He could control the intensity and pattern too? The vibrations slowed and sped up, over and over, growing in strength and shortening in duration.
Her hips began to pump, driven by the punishing assault. Never before had she thought she could derive such sensual pleasure from her butt. Would it feel as good to have Jamie take her this way? He wanted to. He’d made that clear in their talk about must-haves. A pang of fear made her belly clench. Jamie was a lot bigger than the little toy inside her.
The vibrations began pulsing on and off, rippling up her spine. She shivered and goose bumps broke out all over her body in a wave. Her hips jerked and she bumped against the table over and over again, the coolness of the wood making her heated clitoris throb. Oh, my! She could sense the slickness between her thighs, could smell her arousal, overpowering the scent of the candles Jamie had lit. Unbelievably, she was on the verge of coming.
As she prepared to let herself go, to plunge into the abyss of sensation, Jamie’s admonishment echoed in her mind: Self-pleasuring is not permitted. Unless I order it. She stilled. He hadn’t ordered her to come, but he was the one controlling the vibrations. If she orgasmed this way, would she be disobeying him? She hadn’t touched herself, technically. But she hadn’t exactly followed his “Don’t move” order either.
The vibrations stopped and she sank against the table to regroup. She knew they’d start up again. Jamie wasn’t finished having fun with her. A minute later, they returned, a mild tingling. Behind the blindfold, she screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on staying as still as possible, on absorbing the exquisite torturous shocks. Her entire world narrowed down to one area, one sense. Everything magnified, heightened.
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as the vibrations sped up, turning the lower half of her body into the Devil’s playground, Jamie’s playground. She had to resist the mounting pressure, the spiraling need. Sheep. That was it. She’d count sheep.
One sheep. Two sheep.
She imagined them jumping over a low white picket fence.
Three sheep. Four sheep.
“Ahhh!” she groaned over the music as the vibrations reached a crescendo. She was on the tipping point when the vibrator turned off. Shaken and exhausted from her efforts, she sprawled onto the table. If Jamie tried to put her through another round, she’d lose the battle against her impending climax for sure.
Out of nowhere, hands clasped her hips. The maintenance man! Her heart raced and a scream tore from her throat.
“Shh… It’s me,” he murmured next to her ear.
“Oh, thank God,” she said, pressing her forehead against the cool wood as adrenaline flowed out of her. She was safe. With Jamie. And now that she knew some random resort employee wasn’t holding her naked butt, the thrill of having Jamie’s hands on her again renewed her waning energy.
“Had fun?” he asked.
The beer on his breath and the amusement in his voice set the tone for her response. “Not nearly enough,” she said. He’d brought her to the brink, then stopped. Had that been his goal? What had he called it? Orgasm denial. Bastard. Then again, he hadn’t come either.
“Are you ready for more… fun?”
Pride be damned. She needed him. Licking her lips, she laid everything on the line. “I’m ready for you, Jamie. So very ready.” It seemed like forever since she’d been in his arms, felt that incredible rasp of hard flesh.
“Soon, Mrs. Caldwell.” He stepped back and trailed his hand across her sensitized bottom. The heat of his fingers seared her. She sucked in a breath and prayed he wouldn’t make her wait too much longer.
Five sheep. Six sheep.
Hearing the rustling of Jamie’s bag of toys, her nerves rioted. What other surprise had he planned for her?
Suddenly, he was behind her, removing the blindfold. He took her hands and drew her up so she sat on her heels. Then placing small sweet kisses on her skin, he massaged the prickles out of her arms. When he arrived at her shoulders, he continued nibbling his way up her neck, her ears, her chin before finally—finally!—landing on her lips. He nipped the bottom one, then sealed their mouths together in a heated kiss. She hooked her still tingling arms around his neck and reveled in his desire for her. Too soon, he released her lips and stared into her eyes, his own burning pools of blue. With a muttered curse, he swung her into his arms and carried her across the room to the bed.
He set her down on her back. “Keep your knees up,” he said, hopping down to the living area. He snagged the bag of toys off the couch and moments later crawled onto the bed. Her brain raced, trying to keep up with him. Before she knew it, he was kissing her again, his tongue plundering her mouth, consuming her. He was like a starving man, and she rejoiced. This was the Jamie she’d wanted.
“I’m going to restrain you.” His low, throaty voice and his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths made her tremble, evidence of his barely contained desire. She wasn’t certain how she’d like being tied up, but the spark of excitement in his eyes told her she’d enjoy his reaction to it. He waited while she debated with herself. When she nodded, his hands snaked behind her back and her bra was undone and removed before she could do more than gape. He plunged his hand into his magician’s bag of tricks and withdrew two long silk scarves. Did he have a bunny in there too? She pressed her lips together to trap the giggle that threatened to escape. A mood killer for sure.
His brow furrowed in concentration, Jamie tied a slipknot around her wrist, then tied the other end to the bedpost. Once he’d done the same to her other arm, he sat back and stared at her. Red marked his cheekbones and his eyes darkened like a stormy sky. She wanted to laugh at his strained expression. Her rescue team lieutenant might need a rescue of his own tonight.
As though on fire, he leapt off the bed, startling her. He made quick work of removing his shirt and pants, dropping them to the floor, but he kept his tight black boxers on. She didn’t know whether to pout or take a picture. Even at thirty-three, with his broad shoulders and rippling abs, her husband could easily grace the cover of any firefighter calendar.
She tried to beckon him to her, but stopped when the bindings at her wrists dug into her skin. “Ow!” she said, wincing.
“Stay still.” Frowning, he ran a finger around the edge of the scarf, as though testing its tightness. “We wouldn’t want this to leave a mark.”
Although his tone was mild, the heat flickering in his gaze belied his words. Her stomach clenched with panic. Did she really believe that he wouldn’t hurt her?
As she continued to watch him in silence, he leaned over her and touched his lips to hers. “Trust me,” he whispered, turning her inside out, upside-down. This was exactly what she’d asked for—begged for, in fact—wasn’t it?
When she tilted her head in assent, he smiled and began tracing a path of kisses along her neck. He grazed her collarbone with his teeth and nipped at her shoulder. Shivers raced up and down her body. She struggled to keep as still and as quiet as possible, but she lost that battle when he turned his head and brushed her upper chest and breasts with his soft hair. He knew what that did to her. She moaned loudly and arched her back, writhing beneath him, wanting to clasp his head and rub his hair over her aching nipples again and again. But she couldn’t. Her helplessness was excruciating and exquisite.
Jamie lay an arm across her hips, pinning her to the mattress, before latching on to her right breast. His tongue lashed the taut peak and his teeth raked the puckered areola. When he sucked her nipple deep inside his hot mouth, an arrow of pure bliss shot to her core. As though sensing it, he reached between her legs and slid his fingers into her folds. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered
.
His voice, rough and pleased, left her throbbing and needy. Before she could form a response, his lips closed over her breast, the suction so intense she screamed. At the same time, he plunged two fingers inside her, making slow circles against her ready walls. He twisted his fingers, pressing down toward the bed… toward the vibrator. How could she have forgotten it was there?
“How do you feel?” he murmured.
“Full. Oh my God. So full… Sir.”
“Good girl.” Pulling his fingers out, he whipped off his boxers and knelt between her legs, moving so fast she didn’t even have a chance to complain. He gripped her thighs and lifted her up so the backs of her legs rested on his lap. The movement stretched her arms and pushed her breasts forward in a silent offering.
His arms supporting her back, he entered her with one powerful thrust. He froze when she cried out, his gaze shooting to her face. The worry in his eyes melted her heart. She tilted her hips so he’d sink in even more deeply. Understanding her unspoken message, he pumped into her, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
Her lower belly was a mass of twirling, whirling mini tornadoes, each spinning higher and higher with every push of his hips. She could barely breathe with the enormity of what she was feeling. So full, so aroused, so ecstatic—so in love. By showing her how to submit, Jamie had given her this.
The click, barely audible over Jamie’s rock music, was followed by an intense buzzing in her butt. The vibrator. Her gaze flew to his face and her breath locked in her chest. Eyes dark, jaw clenched, he gripped her hips and pistoned into her. Her belly contracted at the raw lust in his features, the smoldering passion in his eyes.
Assailed by Jamie on all fronts, she detonated. The orgasm rocked through her, scorching everything in its path. Jamie slipped the plug out and she screamed, her body bowing, as the movement catapulted her into another wave of erotic spasms.
Fingers digging into her thighs, Jamie slammed into her, shouting her name as he joined her in ecstasy.
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