by Davis, Jo
“Did you make her come?”
“Yeah. Afterward, I bent her over my desk and fucked her pussy from behind. Cliché, I know, but I’ve always wanted to do that—take a lover in my office.”
The portrait he painted sent tiny shivers of arousal skittering to her sex. “You and I have made love in your office,” she reminded him. “But I know what you mean. So, did you take her home?”
“She had her own car back from her sister, but I followed. God, I’d just had her and I was already hard again.”
“Tell me, honey,” she whispered, stroking his chest. His cock stirred at the order. “Take me there.”
“I made the drive to Jenna’s place in half the time it had taken before. . . . ”
Liv’s desire matched her husband’s, his hushed confession winding a strange bond between them as his tale unfolded.
Their hastily discarded clothing trailed to her bedroom. Jenna had instructed him to relax while she fixed them something cool to drink. He reclined on her bed, his erection rapidly recovering from their office tryst.
In less than five minutes, she returned with two glasses. “Wine for me, Jack and cola for you.”
“My favorite. How did you know?”
“I pay attention to the details, love. You’re a man who prefers his alcohol with more . . . kick.”
“Thanks.” Taking the glass, he gave her a kiss, then downed several swallows. “Oh, that’s damned good.”
“Glad you approve. Have another sip, then close your eyes. Let me help you get rid of the tension of the day, my darling.”
“Sounds like a fine idea.” He took another draw of his drink and set the half-empty glass on the nightstand. Lying back, he closed his eyes. Felt his bones melt into the mattress.
Absent were the guilt and inhibitions of just days before. His brain had fuzzed pleasantly from the drink, limbs relaxed, his soul lighter than it had been in years.
“Comfortable, Alex?”
“God, yes.” His lips tilted up. His brain processed her words, but he felt as though he were floating. Drifting in a sea of erotic desire. Eager for whatever dark plans she had for him, unable to prevent whatever was about to happen even if he wanted to. Strange.
“Look at me, Alex,” she commanded.
With an effort, he pried his eyes open, but couldn’t focus on her face. He raised a hand to touch her cheek, his arm heavy. He had little control over his body, had become nothing but the white-hot cock jutting between his legs. A blaze of need.
Jenna smiled, satisfied. Knowing. “Good. You’re ready.”
Comprehension stunned him. “What did you put in my drink?”
“Why, nothing! Don’t you feel well?”
She seemed sincere. Concerned. “Yes, but Jenna . . .” Fear warred with the fire sweeping his body.
“Perhaps you’re tired, and the alcohol didn’t help.”
“Maybe.”
She traced his lips with one finger, her voice seductive. “You said I own your cock now. Every inch, however and whenever I desire . . . unless you lied to me.”
He blinked up at her, the declaration he’d made in a moment of passion haunting him. Getting in deeper, no way out. Because he’d meant every word.
“No, I wasn’t lying.”
“Tell me again.” Jenna leaned over, breasts crushing against his chest. Flicking her little pink tongue, she licked the path her fingers had traced over his lips, slowly.
“When we’re together, I’m yours to use whenever and however you wish,” he whispered, erection straining.
“When we’re together? I’m not sure I like the qualifier.”
“I love my wife, and I won’t leave her. I’ve made that clear.” Thank God his brain was still working well enough to remind Jenna, and himself.
“You also claimed we wouldn’t be together after the first time, yet here you are.” Gaze feral, she licked a taut male nipple. “Fine, for now. During our trysts, your body is my toy. I have your full consent to do anything I want.” A demand, not a question.
“Yes, anything.”
Smug, she tossed her glorious hair. “Could get dangerous for you. Make absolutely certain you understand what anything means.”
Dangerous. Christ, the temptation of the unknown was too great to resist.
“I could hurt you.” Reaching between them, she rubbed his cock. “Or worse. You can walk away.”
“You know damned well I won’t.” For months, he’d longed to place himself in Jenna’s capable hands. Tread the razor’s edge.
“Excellent.” Sitting up, she retrieved his glass from the nightstand, held the rim to his mouth. “Drink the rest.”
Shaking in anticipation, he complied. The bittersweet drink poured down his throat, cool and soothing. He wondered whether she’d lied, if it contained an aphrodisiac, and shuddered. Did it matter?
He was at her mercy, right where he wanted to be.
Jenna took the glass and pushed him onto his back. His brain whirled, his entire body throbbed as she opened a drawer beside the bed and removed three black scarves. Quickly, she spread his arms, bound his wrists tightly to the bedposts. Next, she grabbed a spare pillow.
“Raise your hips.”
He did, and she slid the pillow underneath, raising him into a vulnerable position. “What are you doing?”
“Looks like I’ll have to make use of this.” With brisk efficiency, she placed the third scarf between his teeth and knotted it behind his head. “My God, you look delicious all tied up, ready for whatever I want to do to you.”
Breathing hard around the gag, he trembled in anticipation, his dick pointed at the ceiling. She bent over his chest, grazed one brown nipple to a peak with her teeth, teased it with her tongue. Then the other, making him squirm.
She reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. He turned his head to see her remove two small clamps. Realizing her intent, his eyes widened. He shook his head, a sound of distress emerging from his throat. She smiled.
“You’re mine. Yell all you want; nobody will hear you.”
With that, she took a clamp, opened the serrated jaws, and sprung one onto his right nipple.
“Ahhh!” The wicked little device hurt like a bastard. From the pain, however, came the rush similar to what he’d felt when Liv had flogged his balls and cock. The need.
“Why, Alex Quinn,” she breathed in approval, arching one slender eyebrow, “you’re a pain slut. Who knew?”
Certainly not him, until a few days ago. Helpless, he watched her clamp the second one onto his other tit, and yelled again. She was right; no one could hear his muffled distress, and the fact ramped up his arousal to unbearable levels. His cock was flushed, the slit dripping pre-cum.
“Don’t you dare go off. I’m not anywhere near finished.”
She fished in the drawer again and emerged with a monstrous rubber cock that made his butt cheeks clench in self-defense. Holy shit! He’d never seen anything like it. If she put that thing all the way inside him, she’d probably stab his heart.
A bottle of oil came from the drawer next. Jenna crawled between his spread thighs with her treasures, grinning. Flipping open the cap, she squirted some of the clear liquid into her palm. The scent of vanilla reached his nose, and for some reason, the tension left his body.
Maybe it was the scent. Or the sensual glide of her hands as they manipulated his balls, squeezing, caressing. Or perhaps it was her softly spoken command to raise his legs and bend his knees, thus opening himself fully to her, which he did.
Suddenly, he felt completely wanton. Filled with lust, overwhelmed by the desire to submit to her. To give his body to another as he never had before, even to Liv. To enjoy dark pleasures with an illicit lover.
With Jenna.
“You’re mine.”
Yes. He could only affirm her words by letting his legs fall open. He raised his hips, affirming her total control. Giving himself over to her.
“That’s it, baby,” she crooned
, rimming his hole. Coating the entrance in slick lube, she slid one finger past the taut ring. Pushed in, nice and slow.
His channel stung a bit, felt strange at first. The weirdness fast gave way to wondrous sensation. It felt good, and he wanted more.
His moan resulted in a husky laugh from his lover. She added a second finger, stretching him. The extra width burned, snaking tendrils of heat around his groin. Jesus, yes!
After a few strokes, she removed her fingers. Dazed, he looked to see her still kneeling between his legs, slicking the big phallus with oil. The intensity of how badly he wanted what she had planned shocked him.
He didn’t have long to wait. Parting his cheeks, she nudged the broad head against his opening. Began to push. Slow and steady, she inched the phallus past his resisting muscles. Christ, it hurt. Sweat trickled down his face, and he began to shake.
“Easy. I wish you could see how hot you look with this cock impaling your ass, my love. You’re doing fine. Just let it happen.”
He embraced the agony. Breathed through it, concentrated on the eroticism of her owning his body. Gradually, as the phallus slid deeper, the pain dissipated. Pleasure unfurled in his abdomen, bled to his limbs, his cock. Became unbelievable, indescribable ecstasy.
“There, it’s all the way in. You took it like a champ,” she declared, smiling. Tipping the bottle, she dribbled some of the oil over his aching cock. She closed her fingers around his shaft, coating him. “This is mine, love. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
He nodded, knowing he’d agree to anything at this point.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use you like I promised, and there isn’t a damned thing you can do to stop me. Know what will happen when I do?”
He hesitated.
“While I ride you, that big dildo in your ass is going to set off fireworks, that’s what. When it rubs your sweet spot, you’ll explode like the Fourth of July.”
All it would take was one stroke, he knew. He was already so close, his resistance in tatters.
Straddling his hips, she brought the flared head of his penis to her sex and lowered herself onto his lap. The dual stimulation of her hot pussy squeezing his cock and the phallus rubbing his channel rolled his eyes clear back in his head.
Bracing her palms on his chest, she began to fuck him in earnest. He closed his eyes, dimly aware of the hoarse groans erupting from his throat. Oh, this was so goddamned good. He was drowning in pure bliss. Never wanted it to end.
Then the cock buried in his ass hit a magic button.
With a strangled cry, he bucked, his entire body detonating like an atom bomb. Helpless, he thrust into his lover, swept away on a red tide. His hips undulated wildly, bright colors bursting behind his eyelids, cum spurting in a glorious fountain. On and on, until he lay panting, trembling like a racehorse. After a couple of minutes, she removed the gag and flung it aside.
“Holy freaking shit,” he gasped, opening his eyes. Jenna lay spent, draped over his chest. And, apparently, quite satisfied.
“Jesus, Alex. I do believe the heart of a very naughty boy beats in that nice chest of yours.”
“I aim to please.” He wiggled his hips for emphasis, making her laugh.
“You could’ve had quite a rosy future as a sex slave, you know.”
Her matter-of-fact tone gave him pause. “What makes you say that?”
Jenna slid off him, giving him an amused look. “Hel-loo. Teasing here. We’re working on the defense in a sex slavery case, remember?”
“Oh. Sure.”
“I can see we need to work on relaxing you more often. Get rid of all the stress you’re toting around.” She eased the phallus out of him, chuckling when he grimaced in discomfort.
“You’re right,” he said, as she untied his wrists.
“You work too hard.”
“And you’re my self-appointed therapist?”
“That’s right . . . and don’t you forget it.”
“I got dressed and came home right afterward,” Alex said, ending his recounting.
Liv’s clit pulsed in the aftermath of her husband’s erotic tale. She should be upset—no, enraged—to hear of Alex’s scorching evening with his lover. To learn this woman had met a need Liv never knew Alex had hidden, even from himself.
She wasn’t.
Their sharing was working. Performing CPR on a sex life gasping for its last breath. Alex’s erection lay against one thigh, irrefutable proof of her theory, along with the smoldering desire in his jewel green eyes.
“Are you going to punish me, Mistress?”
“Oh yes. I’ve given this careful consideration.” She went on, carefully gauging his reaction. “I want you to know my lover’s name is Jason. He’s young and extremely hot, and he fucks like a dream. That’s all you’re going to get from me, dear Alex. I dare you to try and sleep tonight knowing only that much and nothing more.”
His pupils dilated, cock twitching. “Jesus Christ, Liv.”
“One last thing—no matter how badly you need to come while lying there picturing my sexy Jason sinking his cock into me, you’re not allowed. Not tonight.”
Clearly in pain, he swiped a hand down his face. “I signed up for this, didn’t I?”
Leaning over him, she brushed his lips in a gentle kiss.
“Yes, my adventurous husband. You certainly did.”
Five
On Friday, Alex dragged his exhausted, sore ass into work. Tired as he’d been after coming home from Jenna’s, he’d hardly slept a wink. Imagining Liv with this Jason guy had almost driven him insane with lust. And yeah, the hard bite of jealousy. Once, he’d attempted to catch his wife off guard after she drifted off to sleep, his roaming hand creeping around her to tease her nipples. Lower, rubbing her mound through the silky panties.
At first she’d responded, turning into him to kiss the curve of his neck the way he loved. Once she’d come fully awake, however, she pulled away, declaring the punishment for his next confession would be doubled. Feeling bereft, he’d rolled over and let her be. He’d only wanted to love his wife.
No complaints, though. He was a lucky man.
“Hey, buddy, what’s up? I haven’t seen much of you this week.”
Swiveling in his office chair, Alex shot a wan smile to Kyle Murphy, his colleague and good friend of the past several years. “Impeccable timing, as usual.”
“Damn, Alex. You look like something the cat hawked up. What gives?”
“And charming, as always.”
“You’re not paying me to be charming . . . well, actually, you are. Scratch that.”
Kyle sprawled his lean frame in a chair across from Alex’s desk, steepling his fingers. His brown eyes pinned Alex with his best Do Not Bullshit Me look, his thin, attractive mug pulled into a frown. “In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen our fearless leader slouch in here looking like a used crash-test dummy. Spill.” His friend knew him well.
Not well enough to see through his lie, he hoped. “I’ve got the caseload and client list from hell right now. You know how it is. Maybe I ought to delegate more, huh?”
“Uh-huh. And I suppose your ragged state has nothing to do with Jenna Shaw stalking you like a starving lioness on the Serengeti?”
Belatedly, Alex glanced toward the door, relieved to see his friend had closed it. “No, it doesn’t.”
Kyle snorted. “Come on, man, this is me. I saw you guys groping each other at your pool party. Stumbled on you purely by accident, of course. Now Ken’s storming around here, snarling at everybody who looks at him cross-eyed, and considering how the three of you have been acting the last few days? The conclusion ain’t such a stretch, ya think?”
Alex opened his mouth. Closed it. Kyle hooted with laughter, getting a kick out of his predicament. Goddammit, he’d hesitated too long and blown it!
“Ho, boy! You’re a real piece of work, you know that? A knockout wife and some hot pussy on the side. Better pray Olivia d
oesn’t find out. Your finances—or worse, your balls—will be toast by the time she’s done with you.”
There was his opening. The opportunity to set his friend straight, and sure, maybe brag a bit about the arrangement of every man’s dreams. Something stilled his tongue, though. This wasn’t any of Kyle’s biz, friend or not.
“Good advice. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Kyle stood, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ A. Sucks to be you, huh? Call me if you need an alibi. Or a place to nurse your wounds when the wife throws you out. It’s the least I can do to repay the loan you gave me.”
“Thanks. Kyle . . . do you need any more money?”
He paused, hand on the knob. For one split second, his friend’s expression was stricken. Then the impression vanished as though Alex had imagined it. “No, no. I’m good.”
“All right. And buddy?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s keep this thing with Jenna between us, okay?”
Kyle stared back at him. When he answered, his voice was quiet. “When have I ever given up your secrets, Alex?”
Alex’s troubled gaze remained on the open door long after his friend left.
Kyle’s comment hung over him like a shroud for the rest of the day.
“What the hell are you doing up there?”
The irritated male bark nearly sent Olivia tumbling from her perch. Twisting her position awkwardly to peer under her raised arms, she spied Jason standing at the foot of her ladder, a worried scowl on his face.
And scrumptious enough to eat, too. He wore a pair of swim trunks and nothing else.
“Honestly, you scared the crap out of me! What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Trying to break your neck?”
“I’m going to fill this bird feeder, thank you very much. It’s empty, and I enjoy watching them.” She turned to study the problem again. Alex usually filled it and the feeder was hung on the tree branch within his reach, not hers. Drat it, she couldn’t quite get it off the hook.
“The vast majority of accidents occur in the home,” Jason informed her.