Jared’s countenance turned serious. “I would never let it get to that point. I’m not judging others who take more risks, but extreme anything is not my thing. Nor is it yours, I think.”
“No, it’s not,” she agreed, feeling relieved.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Want another reason why your luscious rump remains in such fine shape? I massaged a healing cream into it while you were…indisposed. It was very stimulating, I must say.”
Pam looked at him askance. “I’m sure it was, you perv.”
Jared’s eyes twinkled. “I was talking about you, cupcake. You moaned the entire time I rubbed it in. You’re a kinky little wench.”
Pam leaped on him without warning. It was no contest, especially after she dissolved into a fit of giggles at his shocked expression. As soon as Jared had her pinned under him, she relaxed against the sheets. Lifting her legs, she scraped the sharp edges of her heels over the backs of his thighs.
“Not only kinky, but bloodthirsty too,” he muttered.
Sighing, Pamela wrapped her arms around his neck, yanked him down for a kiss, and wound her legs around his waist. Jared pulled back a little, dislodging her arm from his neck. “Hold on a minute there, sweetheart.”
Pam froze and stared up at him, her heart plummeting at his chiding tone. Biting her lips, she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away.
God, this was too embarrassing. Jared was disgusted by her. He probably thought she was too demanding. Maybe he believed she was a slut now that she had given in. There were men who still thought like that. Bastards like her father…
But Jared was nothing like that! And so what if she wanted sex? There wasn’t anything wrong with wanting it, asking for it!
Was there? No!
Either way, how dare he humiliate her? Censure her?
“Pamela, look at me.” Jared’s voice was firm.
Not when there was an alarming, prickly feeling at the backs of her eyes. She’d been close to tears too many times tonight. “I can’t yet. Give me a minute.”
“No hiding!” he said in that steely voice. “Open them. Now.”
Pam’s eyes flew open and she turned to face him. Her throat tightened as Jared studied her with great concentration. She ached to know his thoughts, but his face remained impassive.
Finally, he spoke. “You think I’ve rejected you. Interesting. But totally untrue. We’re going to have to work on your confidence.”
“Well, how do you expect me to feel? I touched you and you brushed me off.”
Sighing, Jared leaned over and covered her face and neck with gentle kisses. Despite her anger, Pam felt her body softening.
Jared lifted his head. “You misunderstood me. I wanted to put things on pause for a moment. You just came out of subspace. I had to make sure you were ready.” He regarded her hotly. “Believe me, I’m more than willing to go at it again.” To make his point, he rubbed his hard length against her mound, then stopped at her tiny moan. “But remember, right now it’s all about you. And I have to give you what you really need. Not just what you want.”
She frowned at him, unwilling to be placated. “Nice sentiment. But I think I know what I want and need in bed.”
“I’m sure you do, at least some of the time.”
She snorted at his arrogance. “You don’t say? And I suppose you know my desires better than I do?”
He nodded. “I think I have a good idea, and given some time, I’ll discover them all. First by getting into your head.” He reached up to tap her temple. “Then by exploring your body.” He cupped her breast and her nipple tightened in response.
“I can tell you what I want,” she retorted, trying to ignore the pleasure of his touch. “I’m not a moron.”
“That you are not.” He smiled again, and she melted. Just a little. “Remember, though, like any Dom, I want my sub to hand the control and decision-making over to me, be it the number of your orgasms, or when and if you’re going to be restrained. It’s my duty—and my pleasure—to find out what you need first.”
She pouted. “That’s easy. I need sex.”
At this, Jared laughed. “You actually said it. Good for you.”
When she blushed and turned away, his tone changed again. “Pam.”
She forced herself to make eye contact with him. “Yes?”
Jared was observing her closer now, and she noticed a slight frown forming between his brows. “Let me begin by saying that I’m beyond flattered that you chose me to be your first lover. But I’m very curious about something. I’m convinced you have a strong sex drive. So how did you ever manage your urges? I’m sure you had your share of offers. So why did you wait so long to take care of your needs?”
Her gut twisted. “Because men are pieces of shit who use women for sex and then take off as soon as they get what they want.” She stopped, stunned at the nasty word vomit that flew out of her mouth.
Damn him for making her say it.
Fuming, Pam tried pushing Jared off, but he rolled over until she lay on top of him. Though he retained a firm grip, she detected a gentling in his features.
He reached up and brushed the hair out of her eyes, then tucked it behind her ears. “Bitter words from a sweet woman,” he murmured thoughtfully. “You never mentioned a broken heart. Who hurt you?”
“You know very well I’ve had boyfriends but no one really special. Do you think I lied?”
Jared shook his head. “No, I believe you, all right. Those are your mother’s words, I think.”
She reared back a bit, annoyed. What was he now, a shrink? “You know nothing about my mother,” she retorted. “So she’s a little quirky. And who are you to judge her anyway?”
He kissed her nose. “Oh, I’m not judging her. I think Birkenstocks and caftans are sort of cool. And I have to hand it to her—it takes a lot of courage to stay true to your bra-burning doctrines when you’re sixty-five.”
She cast the evil eye on him. “My mother goes braless when you visit because she’s trying to make a point.”
His mouth twitched. “Which is?”
She sniffed in indignation. “I refuse to continue this conversation. You purposely try to bait her with your snarky political comments.”
He grinned without remorse. “She does turn a lovely shade of fuchsia when we go at it, doesn’t she?”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t endear you to her. She likes gentle, sweet men.”
Jared grunted in derision. “Pushovers, you mean. She gets her shots in too. Quite often. Problem is, she’d prefer that I smile and just take whatever she dishes out without getting in a few licks. Would it make me a better man in your eyes if I backed down to appease her?”
“I didn’t say that. But now that you mention it, you could let stuff slide sometimes. Mom is a bit militant, I’ll grant you that, but you can be the bigger one and try to suck it up now and then. Life is not some big competition. You don’t always have to win.”
He stared down at her, his surprise almost comical. “Says who? Sure as hell, it wasn’t a man who spouted that bullshit.”
“That is so sexist. By the way, macho man, there’s nothing wrong with guys who remain in touch with their feminine sides. Which brings me back to my point. You’re a little rough around the edges for someone like my mom.”
Jared hesitated for a moment. “You never speak about your father. The one time I tried, you shut me down. I remember you called him an asshole and said you had no wish to discuss him—ever.”
Pam jabbed her elbows into his ribs, trying to break free. “That hasn’t changed. I hate his guts. End of discussion.” When he didn’t budge, she dug in harder.
“Ouch.” Jared rolled over again, trapping her underneath him. “Easy does it, sugar.”
Her temper flared higher. What was it about him that stoked her emotions to such a point? “Get off me, you big oaf.”
“I’ll get off you if you promise to calm yourself.”
Pam reached up, grabbed a
handful of his hair, and yanked. Jared’s yowl of pain barely registered. “Get off me. Then I’ll calm down!”
“Shit, that hurts.” Jared extricated her fingers from his hair with some effort. “What the hell did you do that for?”
She glared at him. “I told you not to bring up that topic. You should respect my wishes.”
“Remember our need to communicate better? That includes communicating about difficult topics. Especially difficult topics.”
“I said I don’t want to fucking talk about it, so stop being an asshole.” The snarling curses flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Pamela.” Jared’s reproving tone cut through her chaotic brain, and she quieted. Remorse filled her at the confusion and hurt in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” Pam said quickly. She lifted a trembling hand to his face. “Forgive me?”
He stared at her for a moment. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on one cheek, then the other. After landing a gentle peck on her nose, he kissed her smiling mouth. “Of course I forgive you, sweetheart.”
At that, her heart gave a little flutter. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Jared shifted, and his heavy weight lifted. “Roll over onto your stomach. Then move to the head of the bed and strip off the T-shirt.”
“But why? I—”
“Do it!”
What the hell? She wanted to argue the point, then remembered her promise to work with him. With a martyred sigh, she did as instructed. Plopping on her belly, she rested her head on folded arms. Jared opened a drawer to her right, but she pointedly ignored him. She was dying to look and started humming a tune to distract herself.
Pam was still humming when the bed dipped under his weight.
“Look at me.”
She turned her head and stared at the black scarf in his hands.
“I’m going to blindfold you. I want to test your trust. Also, it will enhance your other senses. Do you feel ready for this?”
Pam hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. All right.”
He covered her eyes and night descended. It felt strange but somehow calming. “Are you okay?” he asked, adjusting the knot.
“Yes, Jared.”
“It’s ‘Sir’ right now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Put your arms over your head.” When she complied, he wrapped a hand around her wrists, allowing a silky fabric to waft over her skin and circle them.
Only when Jared tightened the fabric did it dawn on her. “You’re binding my wrists together!”
“Yes,” Jared affirmed. “With silk scarves. They are very light and soft. I won’t use rope because I’m concerned about your circulation. Test them out. I made sure they’re secure, but not overly tight.”
Pam moved her wrists. Several inches of fabric remained between them. “They feel okay,” she said, hoping he couldn’t detect the slight tremor in her voice.
“What’s your safe word, Pamela?” he asked.
“S-sugar,” she stuttered.
“Very good. Remember it and use it if you need to. And address me by my proper title, little one.” Jared’s voice was mellow, reassuring.
Oops. “Y-yes, S-sir.”
“I’m also going to tie you to my bed after I take care of some unfinished business.” He let a hand rest on the small of her back, warm and solid. There was a sharp crack, followed by a scalding sensation across her buttocks.
Pam shrieked and tried rolling away, but he pressed down on her back firmly, inhibiting escape. “Jared! Sir! What are you doing?”
Jared rubbed the area of pain with a soothing hand. “Finishing what I started. This time with my leather belt. I want to leave behind a few stripes to remind you who’s in charge. You owed me six swats. Five now.”
“Oh my God! That’s barbaric!” Pamela whined.
Jared stopped rubbing her butt. “Do you want to use your safe word, Pamela?” he asked. This time, there was no mockery in his tone.
Absolutely not. She was no coward. She’d gotten her rear tanned several times by her mother, who occasionally had used a belt despite her supposed hatred of corporal punishment. Pam hadn’t so much as shed a tear then; she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
If a couple of thwacks on her bottom would settle things, she was game. Besides, she knew Jared would never truly hurt her.
“No,” she replied. “Five more, you say? Fine.” A feeling of anticipation and challenge gripped her.
Pam couldn’t help flinching at each well-placed hit. She noted they were evenly distributed, and although far from gentle, they were bearable. And kind of exciting too.
“Your ass looks beautiful,” Jared said in a hoarse voice. “Still rosy but now with faint stripes across them.” He massaged her aching flesh with both hands.
It felt good, and Pam sighed when his fingers traced what must be the welts he created.
Suddenly, he grabbed her bound wrists and jerked them upward. Upon hearing the tinkling of metal, she stiffened. “You’ve looped the belt over the slack in the scarves and tied me to the headboard,” she stated. The mere thought of it made her feel slightly breathless.
Jared placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “Yes. That’s your punishment for threatening to bite me earlier.” She trembled a little as he adjusted her restraints. “While I’m fucking you, the belt will be a reminder of the consequences of defiance.” He allowed inquisitive fingers to examine her tender folds. “Oh yes. You’re ready for me. You took your chastisement well, so I’m feeling generous. Up on your knees.”
It was awkward going. Pam raised herself to her knees but couldn’t maintain a comfortable position with her bound wrists. Jared must have sensed her predicament because he placed several large pillows under her head and hips to boost her up. No longer needing to kneel, she sank into the softness, her sigh turning into a purr when Jared took the opportunity to brush his fingertips over the heated skin of her back.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” A swift tremor passed through her. How had the title slipped from her tongue with such ease?
His strong hands reached under to clutch her upper thighs; then he lifted her hips a couple of inches off the pillows. His searching mouth pressed against her core from behind, and Pam shuddered as his tongue invaded her weeping channel. It slid in and out, insistent and slick, as if preparing her for the thick shaft that would replace it in due time.
Jared worked with great skill on her swollen clitoris. As Pam approached her release, he removed his tongue from her inflamed nub. He slid his hands over her ass cheeks, and she detected the slight scrape of a fingernail just before he placed a finger over her tight hole. A dark thrill passed through her when he flicked her rosette with a questioning finger. Returning to her clit, he placed his mouth over it and resumed his ministrations. When her breaths came in sharp little puffs, he stopped and plunged that sinful tongue into her slit yet again. Then, pulling out, he nuzzled her labia. Aroused, Pam wiggled her ass and ground herself into his face.
Jared lowered her hips and settled between her spread legs. For the first time, Pam realized how exposed and vulnerable she was to him.
He spoke into the charged atmosphere. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Pam. You look like the perfect submissive, bound and blindfolded for your Master’s pleasure. It’s even better with the fresh stripes showing my attention and firm discipline. And that beautiful ass and pussy raised up to me like an offering, ready to be used.”
“Oh.” It was all she could manage. Her breaths quickened, and she felt cream seeping from her core. What had caused her to become so excited and primed for him? The hard promise of his body? Or the bondage and submission?
Jared seized her hips and pressed his hard penis to her entrance. He speared inside her in one smooth stroke, his balls pressing against her mons as he fully seated himself. She couldn’t help moaning at the combined pain-pleasure of his stiff prick buried deep within her b
ody.
She tried lifting herself by her arms, but Jared placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her into the soft bedding. Before she could think of trying again, he trapped her hips between his powerful legs, draped himself over her back, and fully mounted her.
Pam’s mind reeled at his blatant show of dominance and his hot skin. When the coarse hair on his chest abraded the tender skin of her back, she mewled softly at the overload of sensations.
She sighed with deep contentment as soft kisses butterflied over her shoulders. Jared raised his pelvis slightly, and a couple of inches slipped out. He reached under to cup a breast while his other hand burrowed between her legs to clutch her mound with fierce possession.
“Mine,” he said. With a low growl, he sank himself again into her tight sheath. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to fuck.”
Oh, God. It felt so good. That powerful body crowding her, demanding complete submission. The hypnotic sounds of raw, masculine pleasure filled the air as he rode her hard, fucking her with such ferocity. And all the while he forced her to discard all preconceptions about appropriate behavior in the bedroom.
“You belong to me, Pamela,” Jared whispered into her ear. He punctuated the assertion by thrusting deep, filling her with his huge cock. “No one else can have you. Understood?”
She hid her face in the pillow at this sharp reminder of her indiscretion.
Jared wound his hand through her hair and yanked her head to the side. He lightly bit her earlobe in warning. “No other men. Ever. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
His fingers tightened in her curls. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good,” he said. He slipped his tongue into her ear as he reached up to caress her bound wrists. “Do you like being tied up, little one?” he asked softly. “Does it turn you on?”
She didn’t reply, so he nipped her again. Incited, Pam grabbed hold of the iron bars of the headboard and pulled herself upward as if to escape. As she had guessed, it was the ultimate trigger for Jared and he gave immediate chase and pinned her down. He made sure to rub his groin against the tender skin of her ass as he slammed his engorged shaft into her cunt. Fire streaked to her womb, and Pam released a long moan.
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