by Davis, Jo
If Jenna wanted to control him tonight, he’d let her. Now that his fate was decided, he’d do whatever she wanted. Let his lover devour him whole.
“Sit down while I put on the music.” After throwing his cock a hungry look, she walked over to a wall panel, slid it open to reveal an expensive stereo system.
While she busied herself with her selection, Alex removed his pants and shoes. He was totally naked, sitting on an associate’s sofa, harder than he’d ever been. Maybe he should feel guilty despite the agreement he’d made, but that emotion had vanished. Instead, he felt . . .
Drugged. Naughty. Free.
Jenna returned to stand between his knees as soft strains of Chopin wafted from across the room. She undid her blouse, parted the material to reveal the full, pale breasts he’d dreamed of tasting. The peaks were rosy, taut nubs tempting him. He stared as the blouse and skirt hit the floor.
His gaze traveled down the plane of her flat tummy to the dark red nest of hair. From his position, her pink little clit and the slick folds of her bare pussy lips were visible, plump and inviting. Wet for him.
Kneeling on the carpet, she ran her palms up his thighs. “So big everywhere. Muscular and fit. I insist on a man who takes care of his body.”
“Baby, you’re the gorgeous one.”
Apparently pleased by his compliment, Jenna grasped his cock around the base. Flicking her smoldering gaze to his, she licked the broad, flushed head of his penis. Dipped the tip of her pink tongue in the weeping slit, collecting those first telltale drops.
The initial contact electrified every nerve ending. Paralyzed Alex in a fog of need, leaving him at her mercy. Her pretty mouth surrounded the head, suckled as though craving nourishment only he could provide. Inch by agonizing inch, she swallowed the length of him. Gasping, he watched his iron-hard shaft disappear between her lips. The most erotic sight he’d ever beheld.
One hand manipulated his balls with expertise as she sucked him, a double whammy of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he groaned, jacking his hips upward. With a low, husky laugh, she released him and straddled his lap.
“You need this, big boy?”
“Oh yeah.”
Grabbing a handful of blond hair, she yanked back his head. “Beg.”
“Jenna, fuck me. Please, baby, fuck me. . . . ”
She sank onto his rigid penis the same way she’d sucked him, slow and deliberate. He spanned his hands at her trim waist. Reveled in the slide of her fiery sheath gripping his cock. Down, down until she took all of him. Skin to skin, locked together.
So goddamned good. So fucking nasty.
Dark, forbidden delight.
“This is what you’ve craved, dear Alex. What you need that no one else can give you, even your lovely wife.” Her voice was triumphant, her eyes glittering pools.
But Liv made this possible, he wanted to cry in denial.
“Yes,” he whispered instead. Easier to agree. He couldn’t think, not with Jenna’s clit rubbing the length of his rod. Her hot channel squeezing as she rode him faster, harder.
“Fuck!” she cried, bouncing up and down on his lap, slamming onto his cock again and again. “That’s it, take what you deserve.”
He did. His hips pistoned into her sweet cunt, flesh slapping in delicious, noisy rhythm. A familiar quickening seized his balls, gathered in the base of his spine.
“Ahhh, God!”
He exploded with shattering force, pumping into her on and on, filling her with his release. She joined him in climax and they shuddered together for a full minute before Alex finally collapsed into the cushions, sated and spent. For now.
Grinning, she flicked the end of his nose with one bloodred nail. “The Boardman files?”
“Ugh. Must we?”
“Mmm. If you’re very efficient, we might dispatch with business and have time to play before you have to go home.” She cocked her head. “Unless you’d like to stay?”
“I can’t. You know I love Olivia.” He took a deep breath. “In fact, she—”
“I’ve heard that song before.” She chuckled knowingly.
A chill gripped his heart. “Jenna, after tonight, this can’t happen again.”
Cool topaz eyes bored into his, unconcerned. As though she knew something he didn’t.
“We’ll see, loverboy. Don’t bet the farm.”
Carrying her glass of wine through the French doors and onto the second-story balcony adjoining their bedroom, Olivia’s heart ached.
Midnight, and no Alex.
In fifteen years, he’d never been this late. Then again, he’d never been given carte blanche to explore his sexuality. Neither have I. How would he react when he discovered what part of his eventual punishment entailed?
A movement from next door caught her attention. From her perch, she had a perfect view as Jason strode toward his pool. Gloriously naked. Lights shimmered in the water, danced across his back and chiseled buttocks. A bit of breeze stirred his hair as he stared over the grounds, perhaps taking in his change of fortune.
He dove into the pool and began to swim laps in strong, steady strokes. Back and forth, as Liv watched, intrigued anew by the young man. Excitement about their impending lunch date grew, and she couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Twenty minutes later, Jason hauled himself out of the pool and pushed his dripping hair away from his face. Liv fixated on his flaccid penis and round balls, wishing she weren’t so far away. Even from this distance, it was apparent the man was endowed.
Suddenly, his chin lifted. His gaze found hers, and they simply regarded each other for a moment. A connection sizzled between them. Raising a hand, he waved.
“Good night, Olivia,” Jason called. “See you tomorrow.”
Smiling, she waved back. “Tomorrow.”
Jason disappeared inside. Her smile vanished as she heard the hum of the garage door opener. Nerves screaming, she discarded her silk robe and went downstairs. She must look her best to greet Alex, and the skimpy blue nightie that barely covered her rear would do.
At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and drank in the sight of him. He’d turned on a lamp in the living room and set his briefcase on his favorite easy chair. His jacket and tie were missing, his thick golden hair mussed. He hadn’t yet noticed her watching. Still as marble, he gazed into space, looking lost.
She must’ve made a small sound, because his green eyes snapped to where she stood. His handsome face was wretched with guilt.
“Olivia. I have a confession.”
“I know,” she said calmly. “Come with me.”
Steeling herself with purpose, she spun on her heel, leaving him to follow.
“Liv, it’s late. Why don’t we—”
Spinning, she cut him with a cool glare. “Did Jenna eat your watch along with your cock?”
He paled. “I—”
“You agreed to my rules, correct?”
“I did.” He let out a shaky breath.
“Are you going to renege, now that you’ve gotten your rocks off?”
“No. I gave you my word.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
She led him into the large media room, turned the lights on dim and set aside her wine. Studying Alex, she savored his stunned reaction to the new contraptions gracing the center of the room.
“What is that thing?” He gaped, pointing to a weblike device suspended from the ceiling. “Some sort of torture sling?”
“Good observation. I strap you in and you’ll hang there, just like a bug in a spiderweb. The other toy is pretty self-explanatory.” She gestured to a pair of posts connected to a base. A black padded cuff hung from the top of each post by a short length of chain, and another set of cuffs, for his ankles, graced the bottom.
“Jesus,” Alex muttered. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your clothes and go stand between the poles. Next, fasten your ankles.”
Silently, she congratulated herself on remaining calm. This wasn’t in t
he least about jealousy or revenge, which he’d understand in the next few weeks, but about sexual awakening. She must handle this exactly right, or all would be lost.
Alex shed his clothes and went to stand between the posts. His bewildered look nearly made her relent, but the rich scent of sex drifting from his naked body spurred her on.
Fastening the cuffs around his ankles, he waited. Liv had to use a small stool to reach his wrists, but secured them with no problem. Surveying her handiwork, she nodded in approval.
“You’re already half-erect.” She laughed softly, cupping his balls. “Does being at my mercy excite you?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “Everything about you excites me, Liv.” To prove his point, his shaft began to harden. His testicles drew tight in her grasp.
“Not Liv, Mistress. When you come to confessional and receive your punishment, I’m Mistress to you. Is that understood?”
Unable to hide his shock, he cleared his throat. “Yes . . . Mistress.”
“Excellent.” This was an important adjustment between them. First, it established her position of authority. Second, it enabled him to disassociate from Liv, his wife, and connect with their new roles, encouraging him to speak freely. Caressing his penis, she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “Make your confession, my love.”
Alex closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them again, they brimmed with warring emotions. Guilt, lust, gratitude.
“Jenna and I were supposed to work late, but she’d left our most important case file at her condo and said she didn’t have her car. A transparent ploy, but I took her home, anyway.”
“Was she commando under the black skirt, as promised?”
“Yeah. In the car, she spread her legs. Kept giving me glimpses of her pussy.”
“My, your cock is getting hot just from telling me.” The heat of him branded her fingers. She reveled in the power she held over him. “Is that when you knew you’d give in to her?”
“No, Mistress. I knew Saturday night I didn’t stand a chance if she kept after me.” His mouth trembled.
As much as the truth stung, Alex’s admission was a vital step. “Continue.”
“When we got to Jenna’s condo, she undressed me. I didn’t resist this time. She led me to the sofa. I sat while she put on music and then sh-she . . .” He swallowed with an audible gulp.
“She went down on me. I was afraid of going through with it at first. But something dark inside me took over. Watching her suck me was so incredibly erotic. . . . And knowing you gave me permission to surrender, even more so.”
Just the progress she’d hoped for. “That’s right. Our bargain gave you leave to be bad. You must let go of your old taboos and feel no shame, my love. I’ll help you embrace our freedom, understand?”
“I’m trying.” He groaned as she stroked him.
“After she sucked you, what happened?”
“She straddled my lap and sank onto my cock,” he breathed, losing some of his trepidation and speaking more easily. “Her pussy felt so good, hot and wet. She fucked the shit out of me, and I couldn’t stop myself from shooting into her. Didn’t want to.”
Liv’s sex throbbed just imagining them together. God, Alex had enjoyed sex with another woman, and it turned her on! And he, in turn, was getting off on telling her about the encounter.
“Afterward, we went over the case files for a couple of hours. We didn’t even bother to get dressed. When we finished working, Jenna started playing with me, getting me hard again. I took her against a mirror on her bedroom wall, with her legs wrapped around my waist. There was a mirror on her dresser behind us, so I could see the reflection of my ass flexing as I pounded into her.”
Ooh, how delicious. Her cunt grew moist. “I’ll bet you came even harder than before.”
“God, yes.” His cheeks flushed, his jewel green eyes fever bright. “Still, I couldn’t get enough. I took her to bed and ate her sweet pussy for a good long while.”
She felt the wetness trickle down one thigh. “Do you love Jenna?”
Alex blinked in surprise. “No. I wanted her, but that’s not the same.”
“All right,” she said, relieved. “Then what happened?”
“Nothing. I came home right after that.”
“Will you take her again?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” He sighed, and the shadows returned. “Probably. She’s pretty stuck on me, and persistent.”
Liv shook her head. “Don’t divert the responsibility to Jenna. If you had wanted to discourage her, you’d have done it by now,” she pointed out, careful to keep her tone factual. “You don’t yet have her out of your system. Under the circumstances, I’m not surprised, nor do I blame you.”
“Yes, you’re right. I wanted her and I gave in, so the responsibility is mine,” he said quietly. “Th-thank you, Mistress.”
“All right, Alex. You’ve had your first day of pleasure, and you’ve made your first confession. You’ve done well.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now you must receive your punishment.”
Three
How he could possibly be hard after two mind-blowing orgasms, Alex couldn’t fathom. He had to admit, despite his initial fears, Liv’s bargain was a stroke of genius. He’d known her almost half his life, and he could tell she was highly aroused by his encounter with Jenna. He’d gotten off sharing the story, too.
Bam, just like that, Liv had added a liberal dash of red-hot pepper to their salsa. So to speak.
Transfixed, he watched Liv pick up a small, bracelet-sized leather strap from the coffee table. Christ, he hadn’t noticed the array of whips and belts lying there! As she approached with the device, a sneaking suspicion formed.
“You’re not going to put that on me?”
“Oh yes. I’ll fit this cock ring around the base of your penis and behind your balls. It will help maintain your erection during this phase of your punishment.”
This phase? Alex shook in his restraints as Liv—no, Mistress—tightened the Velcro ends of the strap in place. The leather bit into him, squeezing. Uncomfortable pressure, raising his package, flushed and vulnerable, to her wishes. He liked this, he realized, being restrained and at her mercy.
God, his wife looked so fucking sexy. Shiny raven hair framed her beautiful face, tumbling past her shoulders. Her pert breasts nearly spilled from the tiny blue nightie, nipples puckered in excitement. The silky material hardly covered the creamy globes of her ass, and the smooth skin between her thighs was damp.
“You will not come until I give you permission,” she said. Returning to the table, she selected a small riding crop. Settling the handle into a firm grip, she gave it an experimental whip in the air.
The resulting crack made Alex cringe. If Mistress was inclined, she could beat him bloody with that thing, with very little effort.
“You look so worried.” She laughed softly, walking over to him. Using the tip, she lifted his testicles. “Hmm. I’ll have to use just the right amount of force not to leave marks. The skin is so delicate here.”
She stepped back a couple of feet, readying to strike. Alex clamped his lips together, heart thundering, determined not to cry out. He deserved this.
The first snap of the leather strip caught the left side of his balls. Fiery pain shot through his groin and he gasped, arching in the restraints. Giving him no mercy, she struck again. The next snap lashed his raging penis, sending bolts of pain to every nerve ending. But the agony also gave rise to a strange, sweet quickening.
The wave spread from his groin to his limbs, forcing him to comply. To accept. Two more lashes to his penis, another to his testicles. Heat coursed through his veins, pain and ecstasy swirling together, lighting his body like a torch. She was relentless, the blows raining down in rapid succession.
“Ahh, God!” He was going to explode.
The whipping stopped. Panting, trembling with the effort of staving off his orgasm, he focused on her face.
Lovely, powerful in her self-assurance.
Tapping the quirt in one palm, she studied him thoughtfully. “That will do. I must say, I’m quite pleased with your responsive ness.”
He tried to catch his breath. “You said . . . this was the first phase.”
“I’m getting to the rest.” Her lips turned up. “When I proposed our arrangement, you worried you’d have all the fun, basically leaving me to pine. You can see how wrong you were.”
“Definitely,” he agreed.
“You’ll see more clearly in the next few weeks,” she whispered, brushing his turgid shaft. “While you are playing with your lovers, I intend to select one for myself.”
Alex stared at her, mouth gone dry. “Who?”
“I have a candidate in mind, and you’ll meet him soon enough.” Reaching between his legs, she released his balls and penis from the strap, tossed it aside. “So, remember, every time you sink that big rod of yours into another, my young lover is doing the same to me. I might even ask him to join me in administering your discipline. You may come now, my love.”
With a yell, he exploded. His cock pulsed to his heartbeat, a thick fountain arching from his body. Splattering the carpet. His brain spun, overwhelmed by the extent of her plans for him. For them both.
As the last spasms wrung him out, he sagged in the bonds. Bone tired, but looking forward to tomorrow and the day after more than he had in years.
He couldn’t wait to explore more of his newfound sexual freedom. Even more, he was chomping at the bit to experience what Liv had in mind for his next punishment.
Another man. Between her sleek thighs.
Damn her! A male third had long been one of his most treasured fantasies—second to a female, which Liv, of course, would never allow. Too many cat claws in a confined space—not a good idea. But a man? Though he’d always been attracted to men as well as women, he’d never acted on the desire. Now Liv would use that knowledge to drive him crazy. Tempt him beyond reason.