Five minutes later, they walked across the parking lot toward her car. She looked from him to the subcompact that had been reliable and, though almost too small for her frame, had provided well for her for the past few years.
She wasn’t surprised when he stopped. “No way will I fit in that toy,” he said. “I’ll follow you home, and then we’ll go from there.”
She watched him walk to a huge black motorcycle two parking spaces over. As she unlocked her car and climbed in, he put on a black helmet and climbed onto the bike. She drove out of the parking lot and headed home, driving carefully, watching him in her rearview mirror almost as much as she watched the road in front of her. He drove easily, confidently, keeping a safe distance between their vehicles yet not so much that someone else could get between them.
In the few seconds between the time she parked her car in her driveway and Gunner pulled in behind her, Jillian looked at her house. She cringed as she took in the peeling paint and flowerbeds that needed weeding. Lack of time, energy, and handyman skills kept her from turning her house into a truly cute showplace. At least the inside was relatively clean and uncluttered though she couldn’t remember whether or not she’d made the bed.
By the time she climbed from the car, Gunner had parked and was walking toward her like he owned the world. She wanted to apologize when she saw him look around her yard but bit her lip instead. She would finish fixing up the place when she had the time and money, which would only happen if he agreed to invest in the company. Then maybe she’d get the raise her father had been promising her for more than a year.
He followed her into the house without comment. Once inside, he did not look around as she expected. Instead, he waited until she closed the door and automatically threw the deadbolt.
Only then did he speak. “Strip.”
Jillian glanced at the windows at the same time she toed off her shoes. One of the big reasons she loved her little house was the many windows that flooded the room with light. Instead of more traditional mini-blinds or full curtains, she opted for café curtains which gave her privacy at the same time it allowed sunlight to stream in through the top half of the windows.
She bit her lip. She’d agreed to this. She wanted him to train her. It was now time to put up or shut up. Without pause, she reached down and struggled to pull her dress over her head without messing up her hair. After laying it on the club chair next to the door, her bra followed and she was naked.
“Mmmm, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracking down her body from hairline to toes. Only then did he look around the room, checking out the furniture. “Come here,” he said, leading the way to the small dining room at the back of the house.
Jillian shivered at the thought of lying over the cold, wooden dining table.
“I don’t have restraints with me, so you’ll have to do it yourself. Put your hands under your breasts as you lie down.” His voice was deeper and darker than she remembered. His tone sent renewed heat shimmering through her.
Once she was in position, he moved up behind her. He shifted her forward so the crease where her thighs met her body pressed tight against the edge of the table.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, running one hand down her spine, starting at the nape of her neck. “You will receive eight swats for disappearing on Friday night, one for the curse you let slip in front of your father, and the two for putting off this punishment. We will also go over my rules. Repeat them,” he said as his left hand settled in the middle of her back.
“Yes, Sir.”
“First rule you already know. You will not wear panties when you are with me,” he said, right before he slapped each ass cheek sharply.
“No panties,” she gasped as fiery pain shot through her.
“Who?”
“No panties, Sir,” she responded.
“You will not date anyone else while we are together.” Again, a slap to each cheek though not in the same places.
“I will not date anyone else, Sir.”
His hand rubbed over the abused skin, the heat turning pain into a strange, tingling pleasure that worked its way straight to her cunt.
“You will answer my calls no matter where, no matter when.” Slap, slap.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out before saying, “I will always answer your phone calls, Sir.”
“You will wear short dresses or skirts whenever we are together.” Slap, slap.
“How short, Sir?”
“Above the knee. Shorter when we’re alone together or going out but always above the knee.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will keep your pretty little pussy bare.”
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
His answer was three quick, hard slaps, one on each ass cheek and one to the center. She squealed as the pain overwhelmed her.
“You will know when I am kidding. This is not one of those times,” he said as he rubbed his hand over the still burning flesh.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered with a watery sniff as her tears overflowed her eyes to drip onto the table beneath her cheek.
She sucked a breath when the fingers that had just punished her slid down the cleft between her still-smarting ass cheeks to her pussy. He slid one finger into her cunt and twisted it around.
“Baby, you’re all wet. You liked your punishment, didn’t you?”
Closing her eyes, Jillian fought to remain still. “I like your hands on me, Sir,” she admitted softly with a moan as he ran his other hand up her spine then back down again.
“Then you’ll really like this,” he said before pulling away from her. “Don’t move.”
She heard the clink of a belt and the rasp of a zipper. Then she heard tearing plastic. Shifting her breasts in her hand sent more heat through her as she admitted to herself that she couldn’t wait for what was about to happen.
A moment later, she felt his fingers spreading her lower lips. Then the blunted head of his cock pressed at her opening. As he pushed deeper and deeper, Jillian could only moan at the fullness. He was bigger than any other man she’d been with. Even her vibrator paled in comparison to his thickness as he filled her completely. Arching her neck lifted her head from the table as the hair at the base of his cock brushed against her.
She sucked a breath and made another sound as he leaned over her and his chest hair tickled her back. He shifted to nuzzle at the side of her neck before putting his lips to her ear. “Don’t come.”
She whined as he eased out until only the head remained inside her. He surged forward then set up a fast rhythm, which sent Jillian higher and higher, closer and closer to the orgasm he had just told her she could not have.
As her panting became whimpers, he continued thrusting, each stroke harder and more powerful than the one before it. His pace increased. His breathing sounded rough and harsh in the silence of the room. When she wasn’t sure how much longer she could maintain her sanity and keep from coming, he slid his hands between her chest and the table to cup her breasts. “Now, baby, cut it loose,” he whispered. “Come for me.”
With a scream she was sure the neighbors would hear if they had not been at work, Jillian came. She bucked back against him as her orgasm filled her.
He responded by thrusting several more times before holding himself deep. She felt heat in her core as his life-giving fluids filled the condom he wore. He held himself against her for several long minutes as they caught their breath.
Long before she was ready to lose him, he pulled out and walked away. Turning her head, she smiled as he shuffled out of sight with his pants down around his ankles. She rested heavily on the table as she listened to water running in the bathroom. When Master Gunner returned a few minutes later, he looked just as powerful and unruffled as when they walked into the house nearly an hour before.
“Go clean up, baby, and put on something short and sexy.”
“I can’t,” she admitted softly.
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sp; Chapter 7
“What do you mean, you can’t?” he asked with a frown.
Jillian squirmed under his brown-eyed gaze, wishing she didn’t have to admit the truth. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she dropped her gaze to the hardwood floors that had been another of the house’s stronger selling points.
“I don’t own any short dresses or skirts,” she said so softly she hoped he had not heard her.
Then his boots moved into her line of vision. One hand came up and cupped her chin, gently forcing her head to lift until she was looking at him. Instead of commenting, he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were warm and gentle as they met hers, not demanding anything but giving in their tenderness.
This kiss meant to comfort, not to inflame, but the arousal she thought just satisfied immediately popped its head up once again. She wanted to wrap herself around him and cling to his big, hard body, but timidity held her arms at her sides until his arms surrounded her and pulled her in to lean against him.
With that, she slid her arms around his waist, feeling something she hadn’t felt in longer than she could remember—safe, secure, and cared for. She wasn’t even uncomfortable with the fact that he was fully dressed and she was completely naked.
When he broke the kiss and lifted his head, she dropped hers to rest her cheek against his chest. She soaked in the warmth and caring she felt in his embrace even as she wished she did have the clothes he’d dictated she wear.
She couldn’t help the smile that spread through her entire body when he brushed his lips over her hair before resting his cheek there. They remained twined together for several more minutes until Gunner lifted his head and squeezed his arms around her in a hug that had her closing her eyes and sighing.
“I guess our first priority this morning will be to outfit you properly as my submissive,” he said, sounding nearly as relaxed as she felt. “Right now, though, I want to see your toy collection.”
“My toy collection?” she asked, lifting her head and leaning back in his embrace to look up at him.
He met her gaze with a small smile and one lifted eyebrow. “You do have toys, don’t you? A sexy woman like you has to have at least one or two vibrators or other toys tucked away somewhere.”
The bottom drawer of her nightstand immediately flashed through her thoughts. Yes, she had toys, some of which she had never used, her puritanical side still able to dominate that growing part of her that wanted to be someone’s sexy siren.
Looking into his eyes, she nodded. “Yes, I have a few toys.”
He smiled in return. “Show me your toys, baby. Then as much as I love this look, you need to get dressed so we can go shopping.”
Jillian led him to her bedroom and showed him the bottom drawer of her nightstand. While he didn’t seem to even notice her queen-size bed, she couldn’t stop looking at her great-grandmother’s brass headboard and wonder what it would be like to have her wrists tied to it.
Gunner sat on the side of the bed and sorted through the drawer. He pulled each sexual toy out, asking whether she’d used it and what she’d thought of the experience. When she’d confessed not even trying several, he laid them aside with a smile that told her she soon would.
The last item in the drawer was a small rectangular box similar to a padded jewelry box. When he opened it, he looked from the contents to her with a sexy smile that sent a shiver through her.
“And these, baby? Have you ever worn these?”
Jillian shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor. Her cheeks burned even hotter when Gunner pulled the two silver balls from their padded bed. Blaze had given them to her last Christmas after they’d shared a bottle of wine and were nice and relaxed.
She hadn’t had the nerve to show her naïveté by asking what they were for, so she just thanked her friend and brought them home to tuck away in the drawer. She’d planned to figure out what to do with them but had yet to work up that much courage.
“Do you know what these are?”
Again, Jillian shook her head.
“These are Ben Wa balls,” he said, rolling them around in his palm.
While they didn’t look as big in his hand as they did in the box, Jillian still wasn’t certain she wanted to know anything more about them. When Gunner didn’t say anything further about them, Jillian asked the question she’d wanted to ask Blaze but had been too shy to voice.
“What do they do?”
“Lie on the bed, and I’ll show you,” he ordered, closing his hand around the two balls as if to warm them. “You can wear these while we’re shopping, but you will not come without permission.”
* * * *
By the time they pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse of the country club where her father spent every free minute, Jillian didn’t know whether she would first come without permission or go crazy from arousal. How was she supposed to go inside, eat lunch, and hold a polite conversation with her father when all she wanted was to reach between her legs and bring herself off?
Riding on the back of Gunner’s motorcycle only added to her arousal, the big engine thrumming through her and setting the silver balls in her cunt to quivering. She was so close it would only take a few seconds of playing with herself to peak. The pretty, blue summer dress Gunner bought her to wear only fell to mid thigh and showed more of her body off than she’d exposed to anyone in a long, long time. Maybe that would scandalize her father enough he wouldn’t realize that she could care less about talking business over lunch.
Gunner parked the motorcycle as far from the building as possible, next to a huge azalea bush that was losing the last of its bright pink blossoms. He took off his helmet and then looked over his shoulder at her.
“Climb off the bike, baby, and hand me your helmet.”
She did as he directed, holding onto his shoulders as she slid off the seat. She tried to move so her dress would not ride up but wasn’t sure she was successful as a slight breeze blew across the parking lot and straight up her dress. Once standing between the motorcycle and the azalea bush in her strappy, new four-inch stilettos, she brushed both hands over her ass to smooth her dress back into place. The balls shifted in her, and she couldn’t suppress the moan that spilled out as her pussy clenched around the balls yet again.
Gunner didn’t climb off immediately though he did set the kickstand in place. He shifted to look at her with a smile that screamed pure sex. “Something wrong, baby?”
“I can’t go in there like this,” she said softly, fighting back sudden tears of frustration.
“Horny, are you?” The dark Dom tone was back in his voice. It was the same voice he’d used at the mall when she’d tried to dissuade him from buying her clothes.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, dropping her eyes to his lap.
From the look of the impressive bulge pushing at the front of his pants, she wasn’t the only one who was aroused.
“You have two minutes to get yourself off.”
“Here? Now?”
Looking around, she didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t walk into view in the next few seconds.
“Make your choice. Except for questioning me as we checked out, you’ve been a very good girl this morning. Either relieve your itch now, or we’ll go inside and you’ll have to wait until tonight.”
Jillian saw by his expression there would be no way out. Either she masturbated here, in the open where anyone looking would see her, or continue suffering on the edge of sexual insanity for the foreseeable future. Knowing there was no choice to be made, she slipped her right hand under her dress.
She hadn’t touched herself when he ordered, “Show me.”
Jillian used her free hand to grab the front of her dress and pull it up. Closing her eyes in an attempt to block out their surroundings, she slid her hand down over her mound until her fingertips were drenched with the cream that flowed from her cunt. Pulling back, she used two fingers to stroke her clit.
She began to trem
ble as the arousal that had barely retreated with her fear of discovery surged even higher than before. Shifting her weight, she parted her legs a little more to stabilize her balance. She began to pant as she pressed one fingertip on top of the knotted bud of nerve endings. Pushing harder, she made small circles on the flesh, which sent her skyrocketing into her orgasm.
The muscles up her body clenched in waves, forcing her to bend forward. She leaned her head against Gunner’s shoulder as she fought down the scream that threatened to expose them to anyone within hearing distance.
Her finger continued moving in circles, drawing out the orgasmic bliss until Gunner finally reached down and pulled it away. She didn’t fight him as he lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked in her cream-drenched fingers.
She panted and shivered as she slowly recovered. His tongue stroking each finger kept her from completely returning to normal. He took his time as he cleaned every millimeter of each digit.
When he finally pulled her fingers from his mouth, she lifted her head and looked at him. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, her voice as shaky as the rest of her.
“You’re not done yet, baby. You’ve got me so wound up there’s no way I can stand up without hurting myself,” he said.
He laid her hand in his lap, sucking in a breath when she molded her palm over his erection. She looked at him then glanced around again before releasing him and reaching for his zipper.
Once his zipper was down, she carefully fished his cock through the opening. Without hesitation or direction, she leaned over and took him into her mouth as deep as she could.
He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and grabbed the handlebar with the other. She bobbed up and down, sucking while at the same time stroking him with her tongue. It took less than a moment before he jerked in her mouth and came.
“Oh shit,” he ground out through clenched teeth as she swallowed his semen, not fighting his hold as he guided her up and down several more times.
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