Ally and Jake

by Laylah Roberts

  “I’m sorry,” she said, feeling miserable. “It’s not your fault, it’s just that he comes at me in my sleep and I can’t get rid of him.”

  “Ahh, baby,” he said tenderly. “You were abused; those sorts of scars take a long time to heal. Maybe something has triggered these dreams. We just have to figure out what it is.”

  She knew that look in his eyes. “You’re going to make me go back to the therapist, aren’t you?”

  He’d made her see one early on in their relationship. She hadn’t wanted to, but she admitted that it had helped a lot.

  “If I have to. I don’t like seeing you hurting or afraid.” Lines appeared on his forehead as he gazed at her thoughtfully. He held out his hand. “Come on.”

  Ally took his hand and let him lead her into the living room.

  He raised his eyebrow. “Don’t look so sad, I promise you’re not going to your execution.”

  “No, but I’m probably heading for a spanking.”

  His lips twitched. “Eventually, baby. I’m not about to let you get away with abusing your body. And you wouldn’t want me to.”

  Sometimes she wished he’d let some things go. Well, her bottom wished that. In her heart, she knew she needed the boundaries Jake gave her and if he didn’t enforce them that she’d lose some respect for him.

  Jake sat on the large sofa and pulled Ally onto his lap. She immediately squirmed, trying to get up.

  But Jake kept a tight hold on her arm. “Ally,” he said sternly. “Sit still.”

  “Let me up, I’ll squish you.”

  He stilled. “Well, looks like you’re getting that spanking now, darling,” he growled.

  “What? Wait, no,” she squealed as he turned her so she was lying stomach down over his lap. She knew she’d been stupid to protest. But she couldn’t help it. It would be truly mortifying if he asked her to get off his lap because she was too heavy.

  Now she was still on his lap, only she had a completely different perspective.

  “Jake, no,” she cried, trying to reach back to protect her bottom. He easily caught her wrists in one hand. “What did I do?”

  “You know exactly what you did. And pretending that you don’t will only get you a redder bottom, young lady.” He pushed her sweatpants down.

  “Jake, please,” she complained.

  “You know how I feel about you putting yourself down, Ally. It will land you over my lap every time.” He pushed down her panties. Ally whimpered.

  A slap landed on her bare bottom.

  “You are not too heavy,” Jake scolded.

  Smack! Smack!

  “You are beautiful, gorgeous, kind-hearted and generous.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Ally started kicking her feet. Her breath came in gulping sobs as Jake continued to spank her, his hand heavy, landing without hesitation on her poor bottom.

  “And I will do this every time I hear you putting yourself down.”

  He gave her four more hard spanks. By this time, Ally had wished she’d never opened her mouth. Why hadn’t she just sat on his lap?

  “So, Ally, I want you to tell me why you were punished.”

  Jake always required this of her. And he kept her over his lap until she gave him a satisfactory answer. His hand rested on her bottom, an ominous reminder that he could very quickly resume her spanking if he didn’t like her answer.

  Ally sniffled miserably. “For calling myself heavy.”

  “And why do I object to that?”

  “Because I’m putting myself down,” she replied. “And you won’t let anyone, including me, put me down.”

  “Good girl,” he praised her. “Now I want you to stand up.”

  Jake helped her up.

  “Strip,” he ordered.

  “W-what?” she stuttered in shock.

  “I said strip. I want to see my gorgeous body,” his voice was darker, deeper, filled with intimacy. “I want to see those beautiful breasts, that small waist, your pretty pussy. I want to see it all.”

  “B-but, Jake,” she protested. He’d seen her naked before, plenty of times. But somehow this was different. It was as though she was on show.

  “You seem to be under the misconception that you have a choice about this, love,” he said not unkindly. “You don’t. Strip for me now.” Her stomach fluttered and she found herself pulling off her t-shirt, leaving her only in her bra. Her pants and panties already lay on the floor.

  “All of it, Ally,” Jake growled. “I won’t tell you again. And you won’t like it if I do it.”

  Ally reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her large breasts. They were too big, too cumbersome. Lyle had once likened them to cow’s udders. But when Jake stared at them with such heat in his eyes she could almost believe them beautiful.

  “Simply perfect. I don’t see enough of them, you know. I’m thinking that you need to be naked far more often. Having you greet me at the end of the day without a stitch of clothing on, yes, that would be a truly wonderful way to come home.”

  She flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

  Jake continued to stare at her, his gaze caressing and thorough. Thank God she’d shaved that morning, her legs and her pussy were both smooth.

  She stood, her gaze downcast. Jake was silent and she shifted awkwardly, wondering what he was thinking. Finally, she raised her eyes to stare at him. He was watching her, his eyes locked on her body, his breath coming quickly.

  “You make me hard so quickly, beautiful girl. Turn around for me.”

  He made a circling motion with his hand. Ally turned around, trying not to think of the cellulite that covered her thighs and ass.

  “Ahh, pretty in pink. Look at me, Ally girl.”

  She turned back to look at him.

  “Tell me what you like about your body.”

  Ally jolted in shock, staring at him. This, she hadn’t expected. “Umm.”

  “It’s not a hard question. I’ll make it easier, though, I’ll start first. I love your creamy, smooth skin. I especially love the way it your cheeks grow pink, at both ends.”

  She blushed, realizing he was talking about her ass during a spanking.

  “I love that you have curves. That I can hold you without being scared you’ll break. The way your waist curves in makes me incredibly hot. And those breasts, well, I could stare at them all day without growing bored. Of course I’d be rather uncomfortable.” He shifted around on the sofa and she immediately stared at his crotch. His cock was pressing against his trousers.

  “And that pussy, well, I don’t even know where to start. It’s a piece of art. You taste divine, your scent out of this world. I love burying my face between your legs and feasting to my heart’s content. Kneel, baby.”

  She gazed at him for a long moment, then knelt less than gracefully on the floor.

  “Back straight, gaze to the floor. I want your hands resting on your thighs, palms up. Lovely. Now spread your legs.”

  Spread her legs? Was he mad? He’d see everything. Sure, he’d seen it all before, but this was more open, she’d be on display.

  “Ally,” he said warningly. “I’m waiting.”

  She had to be brave. This was what Jake wanted. Needed. He’d done so much for her this was the least she could do.

  Ally moved her thighs apart.

  “Wider. I want to see everything.”

  Could a person die of embarrassment?

  But she slid her thighs wide apart, blushing wildly, knowing he could see every part of her. Ally knew it was stupid to be embarrassed. As a little girl, Jake saw every part of her, hell, he often examined that part of her close up and in great detail.

  But sitting there, showing it to him, she felt indescribably vulnerable and ridiculously aroused.

  “Now that is the prettiest pussy I have ever had the pleasure to see. Are you wet, baby?”

  “Jake,” she squealed. What had come over him? Sure, he liked to take charge in the bedroom,
and everywhere else, but he usually wasn’t this-this explicit, this dirty.

  Truthfully, she kind of liked it.

  “Run your fingers through your folds, show me how wet you are. Now, Ally.”

  That voice, so dark, deep and strict.

  She could do nothing else but obey. Ally slowly dropped her hand to her mound, pushing the tips of two fingers through her wet folds. She shuddered, need racing through her, it wouldn’t take much, just a few flicks of her fingers over her clit and she would come.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jake said sternly. “You come, little one, and you will find yourself bound to my bed with a plug up your scarlet bottom. Understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly.

  “Now come here and let me taste you.” He placed a cushion on the floor between his spread legs. Ally stood and walked over, kneeling on the cushion. She held her fingers up. Jake leaned down and sucked them into his mouth. Ally whimpered as the sensation replicated itself on her clit.

  Her body trembled, her pussy weeping.

  “Delicious. Look at me, Ally.”

  She stared up into his eyes, saw the loving concern there. “Ally, why do you think the nightmares have started again?”

  She swallowed heavily. He wanted to talk now? When her body was on fire and her mind was mush? When all she could think of was easing the arousal thrumming through her veins?

  “I-I don’t know.”

  “That’s twenty swats,” he said sternly. “I don’t like to be lied to, baby. If that’s the path you’re going to take, then your bottom’s going to pay the price.”

  Damn. Twenty on top of her already hot bottom?

  She licked her lips. Shoot, what to do?

  “Five more. Answer me.”

  “I, well, I don’t really know. I just…you know that Lyle, he never really liked the way I looked. He was quite critical. I never dressed right or wore my hair right, my boobs were too big, my thighs pudgy. He was always telling me to lose weight, that-that I wasn’t attractive enough for him.”

  This was so humiliating. She’d talked to the therapist about this, but never laid it all out with Jake.

  “That bastard,” Jake said in a deadly voice, his eyes flashing with anger. “If I ever get my hands on him…”

  “Well, hopefully we’ll never see him again.” At the moment was still in prison, serving a three year sentence.

  “Why did you never tell me all this?” Jake asked, looking a little hurt.

  She dropped her head. “I was too ashamed. He’d treated me like shit and I let him. It’s humiliating. I should have been stronger, I should be stronger now. It’s been nearly two years. Why do I still feel this way? Why do I still let him get to me? I look at myself in the mirror and I see this fat, wimpy person staring back and I hear his voice in my head. Sometimes I hate myself, I just want to be beautiful and thin and loved.”

  “You are all those things, Ally. I don’t know what you see when you look in the mirror because when I look at you I see the most gorgeous woman in the world and I wouldn’t change one little bit of her. I see someone who is generous and kind and sweet. I see the woman I love. And the woman I am constantly hard for. And sometimes I see the little girl who I adore, who I want to take care of and protect, just as I do the older Ally.”

  “I think my nightmares are being triggered by my insecurities over my weight, my looks,” she admitted. “Sometimes I’m scared you’ll wake up and realize I’m not good enough for you.”

  “Ally, look at me.”

  She stared up at him miserably.

  “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Not good enough for me? Hell, I wake up every morning thanking God for you. And Kevin, I thank him every day for you. My life was meaningless before you, Ally. I was lost, I had no real purpose. I lived for my work and nothing else. Then this amazing, gorgeous woman walked into my life and turned it upside down. Now I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re everything. Don’t you understand that?”

  Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you, too. So much.”

  “Now, what are we going to do about these worries of yours?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” she sighed miserably. “I know I’m overweight, but whatever I do, however I try to diet, I can’t lose any weight. I try and I try, but I fail every time.”

  “This is my fault,” he spoke quietly but she heard him and sat back in surprise.

  “Your fault? No, this is not your fault. It’s Lyle’s.”

  “No, Lyle started this off, but I haven’t stopped it. I should’ve been paying more attention to your eating habits. This obsession needs to stop, it’s not healthy. I’m going to be paying even closer attention to your health from now on.” His voice was resolute, firm and she knew he meant every word.

  “You’re going to put me on a diet?” she asked in a small voice, unsure how she felt about that.

  “No!” His voice was shocked. “Hell no! There will be no dieting in this house, no talk of being fat or overweight. But I will insist that you eat properly, miss, and I will be ensuring that you are healthy. And I really think that seeing a therapist would be a good idea. A therapist who deals with eating disorders.”

  Ally immediately shook her head. “I don’t have an eating disorder.”

  “Ally, you need to talk about your weight issues. And I’m worried about these thoughts of yours. I’m worried that you might be heading towards an eating disorder. I want you to consider it.”

  Ally sighed. She knew his mind was pretty much made up. But he wouldn’t force her on an issue like this. Seeing a therapist wouldn’t work unless she was willing to help make it work. But he would do what he could to convince her.

  “Sweetheart, feeling this way, it isn’t healthy. These feelings aren’t going to go away over night, but I know that together we can conquer anything.”

  The weight on her shoulders eased. She’d avoided telling him, but now that she had she felt so much better. Jake would make sure everything was all right.

  “I want your promise that you will tell me every time you feel this way, every time you feel down. Do you promise?” Jake held her gaze with his. His dark green eyes serious and filled with love.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I want you eating three meals a day and two snacks. I don’t want to dictate what you should eat, but I will if I have to. If I have to, I’ll hire someone to be here during the day to make sure you eat. That’s how serious I am, Ally. Now, do I need to do that? I want you to think about this. Can you promise me you will eat or do I need to get someone to help you?”

  Ally stared at him, but she thought it through. He was taking this very seriously and she could do no less. Could she truly eat? Or would she try to cheat?

  “I want to try it on my own.”

  “Okay. We’ll trial things. But if you’re struggling you need to tell me. I won’t be mad, baby, sometimes we need a bit of help to do things we find hard.”

  She nodded.

  “Come here,” he said.

  Ally jumped up eagerly and Jake scooped her into his arms, holding her tightly on his lap. Leaning down, he kissed her gently. “I love you so much, baby. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you.”

  “I know, I feel the same about you.” Her love for him filled her, making it difficult to breathe. What would she ever do without him?

  He grasped her breast. “And to call these too big. Sacrilege.”

  Ally smiled at his horrified look. Her joy turned to arousal as he flicked his thumb over her nipple.

  “I liked having you on your knees before me. Made me think of all the things I could do with you like that.”

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  Jake grasped her jaw gently with his hand, pulling her in for a kiss. “On your knees again, baby. I want to feel your mouth around my cock. I want you to suck me in deep.”

  Ally’s breathin
g increased, her nipples hardening at his words. She slipped off his lap to her knees once again. Shakily, she undid the zipper on his pants. Jake stood and helped her pull down his pants and underwear.

  His erection sprang free. Thick and heavy. Ally licked her lips as he sat and tugged off his shirt. Completely naked, he wasn’t the least self-conscious and he had no reason to be. He was magnificent. His body was hard with muscle, but not so much that it overwhelmed his lean build. Not an inch of him was fat.

  Ally ran her gaze over his shoulders, down his chest to his chiselled stomach. She loved running her hands over him. Then her gaze hit his shaft. It sprang out of a neatly trimmed patch of hair. Long, thick, delicious.

  “Take the head into your mouth baby, run your tongue over me.”

  Ally had never enjoyed giving blow jobs before, but with Jake it was a totally different experience. He always made her feel so beautiful, so wonderful. He empowered her.

  Leaning in, she breathed in deep, taking the scent of him inside her. Running her tongue over the head of his shaft, she murmured in appreciation. He tasted slightly salty.

  “Good girl. That feels so good. Take me in deep, baby. But slowly, I want to savor the feel of you around me.”

  Slowly, she drew him into her mouth. She couldn’t take him all, though, he was too long.

  “Grasp the base of my cock with your hand,” he ordered, his voice strained with arousal. “Tight. Very good. Now move your mouth back up my cock, suck hard. So good. Play with my balls, baby. Make me so hot.”

  Longing rose inside her as she drove her mouth back and forth, clasping him tight with one hand, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging slightly.

  “Baby, I’m not going to last. You’re too good at that. Far too good for my control.”

  Ally delighted in his groans, in his loss of control. There was nothing she loved more than making Jake feel good, making that tight control he had over himself slip.

  “Come here, baby.” He drew her up onto his lap, facing him, her legs on either side of his lap. “Take me inside you.”

  Ally slid down over him, moaning at the feel of him stretching her tight muscles. She took him deep into her pussy, loving the feel of him inside her.

  “So hot. I love the way you’re sucking me in, baby. I love you.”