He nibbled down the side of her neck, sending goose bumps over her flesh. Then he sank to the floor between her feet, turning to press his mouth to her sex. Jessi groaned with pleasure as he invaded her lower lips with his tongue, lapping sensually at the cleft there, teasing against her clit with increasing intensity.
Whining breathlessly, Jessi felt her climax building, but before she tumbled over the edge, Judd stopped. He stood and gripped her hair, pulling back her head. “Taste yourself on me, Angel. You are so delicious.”
Jessi welcomed his lips, and lapped up her juices that glistened there, before tangling her tongue with his. She welcomed his hands, sliding up between her body and the wooden structure to grope her breasts, squeezing with bruising intensity, pinching her nipples hard enough to cause her to cry out.
She was disappointed when he pulled away, but he kissed her cheek gently and headed to his closet. Craning around as much as she could, she watched him remove a leather duffel bag.
“Have you ever wondered, Angel, where I keep all our toys?” He unzipped the bag and removed an item. “I keep them in this bag. The pinwheel, the butt plugs, the cuffs and blindfold. And now this.”
He returned to her carrying a black flogger, the handle covered in woven leather, the tendrils made of soft black suede. “Happy Birthday, Angel. Now let’s put on the blindfold.”
Her eyes properly covered, he drew the fringe lightly across her shoulders, and delighted as a fresh round of goosebumps blossomed over her body. He continued lightly caressing her flesh with the suede tendrils, moving down her back and her legs, then back up again, and across her arms. Then he gripped her hair again, growling into her ear. “Safe words, Angel?”
“Green, red, and yellow, Sir.”
He smiled tenderly. “Use them if you need them.” He gently swished the flogger through the air, landing it across her bottom. Jessi breathed in sharply.
He lightly swung the flogger again, this time across the tops of her thighs, making sure a few tendrils struck her pussy. Jessi yelped as her body shuddered.
After that, Judd worked across her backside in a pattern, from her thighs to the top of her ass, moving to her shoulders, then back again, making sure, on every pass or so, to give her pussy a little attention. The only noise in the room was a light swish-slap sound, occasionally punctuated by a low moan from Jessi.
The slaps didn’t sting as much as they felt like thousands of tiny fingers all over her body, and she gave herself over to the sensation. Her core was drenched, and she felt her arousal seeping down the inside of her thighs.
“I think that’s enough of that, Angel, what you do think?” She felt his breath against her ear, his voice soft and low.
Trembling, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.” It came out as a whisper.
Gently, Judd released her wrists and feet, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed. Moving his clothes to the floor, he lay on the bed, curling his body around hers. “Such a good girl,” he murmured against her skin.
When her trembling stopped, he snaked an arm around her body, zeroing in on the delta between her thighs, still sopping with her arousal. He began slow circles around her sensitive nub, and Jessi gasped. “Angel still needs a cummie, doesn’t she,” he whispered.
“Oh, Judd,” she whined, her breath coming in pants.
“Just enjoy,” he said, intensifying his movements until Jessi shattered in his arms. He smiled, pulling her to his chest as her shuddering began to subside. “Happy Birthday, Angel.”
They lay together, Judd stroking lazy patterns up and down her arms as Jessi caught her breath. “How was that?” he asked.
She sighed deeply. “It was amazing. Except...” She stopped, chewing her lower lip.
Judd frowned slightly. “Except what?” he asked, removing her blindfold.
Jessi blinked up at him. “Except I want your cock.”
He gave a throaty laugh. “You want my cock?”
She nodded, smiling lasciviously.
“And just where do you want my cock?”
She pulled his hand between her thighs. “I want your cock in my pussy so badly right now.”
Judd chuckled again. “Well, since it’s your birthday...”
Taking Jessi’s hand, Judd led her downstairs and through the house to the sliders leading to the patio. Across the sandy expanse, waves lapped endlessly against the beach. Still holding Jessi’s hand, Judd sank onto a teak lounge chair.
He pulled Jessi onto his lap facing him, and wrapped his fist in her hair. “You’re mine,” he growled, leaning down to draw a pert pink nipple into his mouth. Jessi arched toward him, whimpering softly as he worked her with his tongue, suckling voraciously.
Abandoning her breast, he nibbled his way to her shoulder and up the side of her neck. “Put me in,” he hissed in her ear.
Shifting slightly, Jessi guided his rock-hard cock into her warm, wet space. Since their conversation about the BDSM club, she’d been aching with need, and the sensations from the flogging followed by his touch as he masturbated her had done nothing to quench her thirst. His cock was exactly what she craved.
“Now ride me,” he murmured, releasing her hair and gripping her hips.
Jessi held his shoulders and rode up and down his length, compressing her walls to squeeze him on the upstroke. Eyes locked on hers, he rose to meet her, thrusting with enough intensity to wrench a gasp out of her. For Jessi, the angle was exquisite, his head stroking her most sensitive spot, and she felt her orgasm building.
“Sir,” she squeaked, “please, may I come?”
“Yes, Angel. You may come. But keep your eyes on mine. I want to see your pleasure.”
Jessi’s heart pounded in time with the pulse in her cunt, and she gasped as torrents of pleasure tore through her body. Judd rose beneath her and stopped, tightly gripping her hips as he poured himself into her. Covering her mouth with his, he muffled her cries as she came hard on his cock, grunting his own release before lowering them both back onto the chair.
Leaning forward, Jessi rested her head on Judd’s shoulder. She felt his pulse, the beating of his heart, as they both gasped to regain normal breathing. “Happy Birthday, Jessi,” Judd murmured, kissing the top of her head.
Chapter 39
“So, how was your birthday?” Sarah’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Jessi beamed up at her from her desk. “It was wonderful. Judd took me to dinner. And he gave me this.” She held out her wrist to show her friend the silver infinity bracelet.
Sarah came closer, lifting Jessi’s hand to admire the bracelet. “So pretty! You must love it.”
“I do,” Jessi smiled. “Plus, he’s planned a weekend in the Keys in a few weeks.”
Sarah grinned smugly. “I know. He called me to make sure you’d be available that whole weekend.”
“Did he?” Jessi leaned back in her desk chair and gazed thoughtfully out the window.
“That man loves you.”
Jessi nodded. “I know. I love him, too.”
“I’m so pleased for you, hon. You had a rough go. It’s your turn to be happy.”
THE AUTOMATIC DOUBLE doors whooshed open, and Alex walked out of the ER and into the hot midday sun. Judd leaned against their boxy red truck checking his phone for messages. They’d just handed off a heat stroke victim to Stacy and the rest of the emergency staff.
“So, what do you hear from that gorgeous redhead of yours?” Alex flashed a brilliant white smile.
Judd smiled ruefully. “Not much. I think she’s pretty busy today.”
Alex leaned against the truck beside Judd and crossed his arms. “But she loved the bracelet?”
“She did. And she’s excited about heading to Key West.”
“Trish wants us all to go to the Keys together sometime.”
Judd nodded. “We should. We will.” He had told Alex only some of their plans for their weekend. He hadn’t mentioned the BDSM club. That was an aspect of his life that Judd had kept to himself.
Alex clapped him on the shoulder and headed around the truck to the driver’s side. “What do you say we pick up some chicken and waffles at Bay-Bay’s before we go back to the station?”
“I say you’re paying,” Judd laughed, climbing into his seat.
3,160 TONS.
That’s the amount of water that flows over Niagara Falls every second. Every second.
It boggled Gary’s mind. I mean, how do you know that, really? It’s not like somebody wades out there and weighs it, for gosh sakes.
But he’d spent a good hour standing there watching shit-tons of water, anyway, wash over the rocky ledge and crash onto the jumble of boulders below.
From the American side, of course. Gary Wayne Gentry didn’t have a passport. Those were for pretentious pricks. “Oh, London was just fabulous. And you should have seen Paris.” No, thank you. He was happy to stay in the G.D. U.S. of A.
After his excursion to the falls, he’s returned to the little motel room he’d taken for the night. Buffalo was a dirty city, for as much of it as he’d seen, anyway. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like in winter, when piles of snow covered everything. It was bad enough now.
He’d allowed himself the little side trip as soon as he’d completed his plans. He knew exactly where he’d be standing when the call went out about the fire behind the strip club. He’d chosen that location mostly because of its lack of security cameras. A fire in the dumpster beside employee parking would net just enough lookie-loos for him to blend in with. All eyes would be on the fire.
He figured that due to the possibility of the fire spreading to the cars, they’d call for back-up, which should present him with his choice of targets. The same plan had worked like a charm in Philly. Everyone was baffled as to how a fireman ended up shot at a scene. Nobody had noticed the slightly balding man with a bit of a paunch, his cheap-framed eyeglasses reflecting the flames. No reason to think it wouldn’t work again.
It was just after 11:30 that night when the flames got high enough to be noticed. Gary, his car parked two streets away, had dawdled around across the street from the club until he’d heard the sirens. Then he just followed the crowd that poured out of the place. It was a good fire, he had to admit. Again, he wasn’t one of those fire sickos that got a hard-on or anything. But he was a fan of a job well done.
He’d counted three engines, a team of paramedics, and about half a dozen cops. That was probably the maximum for this situation, so he faded back behind the crowd, the better to take aim, then get the heck out of Dodge. A firefighter on the edge of the parking lot caught his interest. The guy seemed to be directing at least some of the action.
Gary eased the Glock out of his pocket and slowly aimed in that direction. Breathing out, he gently squeezed the trigger. In the chaos, even he didn’t hear the shot, but the man went down all the same. He lowered the weapon to his side and turned to make his exit.
Directly behind him, a woman, eyes wide, gaped at him, pointing at the gun. Gary stopped in his tracks. This was an unprecedented development. Someone, finally, had noticed him. Now what to do? There was no debate, really.
He leveled the gun at her face and pulled the trigger.
BURIED IN EVENTS AT work, the weeks between her birthday and their trip to the Keys seemed to fly by for Jessi. The night before they left, she dropped off Buddy at Sarah’s house and returned home to pack.
She tossed a couple of pairs of shorts and a few tops into her bag, adding a dress for just in case. Unable to decide between two pairs of sandals, she opted to bring both. Saturday night they would be going to the BDSM club. Judd had told her not to worry about clothes for the party; he would be taking care of her costume.
She sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her palms on her jeans. She wondered what she’d be wearing. The idea was both nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. Jessi smiled to herself. Whatever happened, this would definitely be an adventure.
Chapter 40
Jessi gazed up at the yellow two-story Victorian with its dual wrap-around verandas and crisp white gingerbread trim. It was everything she’d expected from a Key West inn and then some. She turned to grin up at Judd. “It’s beautiful!”
They checked in at the front desk and were escorted to their king-sized suite on the first level. Situated in the back corner of the house, the room was out of the way, with a private terrace leading off the bedroom, accessible through a set of French doors. The huge mahogany canopy bed set on dark, hardwood floors reminded Jessi of their room in the Bahamas. The crisp white duvet was accented by a tropical-patterned lime green throw, and the canopy was draped with sheer white fabric, giving the room a decidedly romantic feel.
As Judd closed the door behind the porter, Jessi threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He chuckled lightly. “Welcome to your birthday weekend, Angel.”
“I love it. I absolutely love it.”
Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “We just got here.”
“I know. But I love it, anyway. Thank you!”
“You,” he lightly kissed her nose, “are most welcome. What do you say we do a little exploring?”
Hand in hand, Jessi and Judd strolled down Duval Street, looking in shop windows, pausing to peruse some of the galleries. They enjoyed an early dinner of fresh seafood at Blue Heaven, amused by the antics of the resident chickens that entertained them and the rest of the al fresco diners. They made their way down to Mallory Square in time to watch the sun dip below the horizon, bathing the entire sky in shades of orange, yellow, purple, and pink.
Making their way back up Duval, they popped into a club for cocktails and a took in drag show. Jessi snapped a few pictures of Judd stuffing dollar bills into a performer’s abundant cleavage. They were still laughing as they returned to their room.
“Knee time, Angel,” Judd said softly as he closed the door.
Jessi responded immediately, removing her clothes and kneeling at the foot of the bed. Judd watched her for a moment as she stilled herself, head bowed, her arms folded behind her, clasped together.
The sight of Jessi submitting to him never got old. His impulse was to carry her to the bed and ravage her. But he knew that the following night would be intense. Tonight, he needed to treat her with tenderness.
He stripped, dropping his clothes on top of his bag on the dresser, and came to her, right foot slipping between her thighs to rest beneath her warm pussy. He pulled her head to his thigh and she sighed deeply, resting her head there.
At this simple interaction, his heart ached with emotion. He loved Jessi. Hell, he’d die for Jessi if need be. And she hadn’t pushed, she never did. His struggle with committing beyond a D/s relationship was his, and his alone. Damn the scars from my past.
Shifting slightly, he brushed her face with his hardness. She looked up as if to beg permission, and he nodded silently. Releasing her grip behind her back, Jessi reached for him, gripping him in her small fist, bringing his head to her mouth and smearing his pre-cum across her lips.
She gave him a saucy look as she licked her lips clean. Then she went down on him with gusto, taking him as far a she could, working him with her tongue, sucking him voraciously.
Resting his palm on the top of her head, he stopped her ministrations. “Good girl, Angel. You can stop now. I want to make love to you tonight.”
He reached for her hand, helping her stand. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly before sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He lay her gently on her back and stretched out beside her, resting on his side. Reverently, he caressed her, watching as her nipples tightened and goose bumps spread across her body.
Jessi turned toward him, reaching to cup his rugged jaw with her palm. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted her right leg and rested it on his left shoulder, maneuvering himself toward the juncture between her thighs. He paused to kiss her, gently pressing his lips to hers, before sliding himself home. His movements were slow and exacting, and he t
ook the opportunity to appreciate each precious millimeter as he filled her.
She sighed, lost in his eyes. Emotion welled up and spilled down her cheek in the form of joyful tears. In his arms, she felt cherished and adored, and she knew that she extended the same to Judd. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them.
Judd smiled kindly, using his thumb to wipe the tears from her face. “Oh, Angel,” he murmured, edging up his movements as his release built. When they came, it wasn’t the thundering, earth-shattering climax they sometimes experienced. But in tandem, pleasure quietly washed over them, and afterward, they slipped off to their dreams, wrapped up in one another.
The following morning, they enjoyed a lazy breakfast on their private veranda. The plan was to relax for most of the day. The Fantasy Ball was that evening, and if Jessi was honest with herself, she was a feeling a little edgy. The fact that she hadn’t brought anything to wear for the party unnerved her a bit. But Judd had said he’d take care of everything, and she trusted him. On the one hand, the whole idea was exciting, but truthfully, she had no idea what to expect.
“What are you thinking about, Jessi?” Judd’s expression was inquisitive, knowing.
She’d journaled about her concerns, as she did about all her thoughts, and she assumed Judd had read her notes. It was a regular part of their dynamic. She sighed. “I’m thinking about tonight.”
“And what are you thinking?”
She lifted her right shoulder slightly. “Just...wondering what I’m wearing, what we’ll be doing, you know...”
He smiled confidently. “I have it all under control, Angel. How about we head to the beach for a couple of hours? We’ll kill some time and forget about worry for a while.”
And so they did. Tossing on their swimsuits, they walked down Duval to South Beach, where they spread a blanket and sat chatting quietly, watching the water. When they got hungry, they ambled back up the street, stopping at a food truck for burgers and fresh-cut fries.
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