Jackson's Sub [The Doms of Club Mystique 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Mardi Maxwell

  Helplessly, she responded to his demand. Jackson grasped her thong and jerked, tearing it off her. Little moans of pleasure slid from her lips as he slid his fingers to her clit and played with it, sliding his fingers in circles around it, then directly over it. She cried out with pleasure when he pinched her clit and tugged on it until the hood slid back and her clit poked out from between her wet, swollen lips. Smiling, he pulled on the chain again then attached the clamp to her clit and gave the chain a little tug. Apparently satisfied, he took hold of her shoulders and bent her forward until her belly was resting on the padded bench.

  Crouching down, Jackson adjusted her breasts on either side of the narrow part of the padded bench then gave the chain a little tug. “Every time you move this is going to give your clit a nice little sting so I suggest you try to be as still as possible. I already owed you fifteen and I’m adding five more for this little scheme you and Addison thought up.” Touching her cheek, he stroked it then added, “The difference is you’re going to enjoy your punishment, but I can guarantee you Addison isn’t enjoying herself right now.” Seeing the tears that filled her eyes, he nodded then stood. “I’ll keep count so brace yourself, angel.”

  “Permission to speak, Sir,” Jenna said.

  “Permission granted, angel.”

  “You haven’t put any restraints on me, Sir.”

  Jackson smiled. “That’s because I know you love being restrained, angel. The tighter the better. That would be rewarding you. This way you have to concentrate on holding still, and sugar, I expect you to be still. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jenna said, thinking damn.

  “Here we go, angel.”

  Before she could take a breath, the leather crop stung across the fleshy part of her ass and a squeak of shock and surprise burst from her lips. A few seconds went by before the next one landed followed rapidly by a third. Then another pause while he ran his hands over her ass making sure she felt the sting of each mark. Four more lashes landed in rapid succession, then a pause and four more before he rubbed her ass again. His fingers traced over the welts before he stroked his palms over her nicely rounded ass.

  Rocking back, feeling the pain turn to pleasure, she wiggled and moaned as she felt his hands leave her ass. The crop made a whooshing sound as it swung through the air and landed on her right ass cheek then her left then back and forth until he had delivered eight more lashes.

  Jackson’s hand slid over her butt as his fingers slid down the crack of her ass. Startled, she tightened her butt cheeks and heard him chuckle as he pressed her ass cheeks apart. He stroked his thumb over her rosette, pressing on it until she wiggled and gasped. “Beautiful, angel, I can hardly wait to get my cock in your tight little ass.”

  Holding herself still, she realized she was panting as his fingers slid down the center of her slit and gathered her cream on his fingers before pressing into her. With a little cry she pushed back against his fingers, moaning with pleasure as they slid deeper into her. His thumb pressed over her clamped clit and she cried out with pleasure, an orgasm only a second away until he pulled his hand away. Whining with disappointment, she stilled when he spread her cream over her rosette then pressed his thumb into her.

  “Have you ever had anyone in your ass, angel?” Jackson asked.

  “No, Sir, but I’ve played around with small plugs,” Jenna said, her voice a soft huff of sound. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to beg him to continue. Instead of doing either, she pushed her forehead into the padded bench and bit her lip to keep from screaming his name. Gasping, she gave up all control and felt his thumb slide deeper as she rocked her hips against his hand. She felt his other hand slide beneath her and he scraped the tips of his fingers over her clit before moving both hands away from her.

  “Here we go, angel. Last two, then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

  She heard a whoosh then fire streaked across her butt. She rocked back into the crop with a little scream of pain then slid forward with a moan of pleasure. Then again as the last streak of fire blazed across her ass and she heard the crop fall to the floor as Jackson moved behind her.

  She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being opened then without warning he slid the head of his cock between her swollen, wet lips. He rubbed his cock in her cream, up and down, then side to side, spreading her labial lips apart. A second later he thrust into her, then grasped her waist and began a hard, deep thrusting rhythm. On each stroke he pulled out until only the large head of his cock remained in her then thrust deep.

  Jackson slid his hand beneath her and stroked her clit. “Don’t you dare come without permission.”

  Pushed forward each time he thrust into her, her breasts swayed forward, pulling on the chain attached to the clit clamp. “Please, please, oh, Sir, please.”

  “Not yet, angel.”

  Jenna pressed back against him, opening herself to him, loving the feel of his cock as it stroked over the sensitive walls of her pussy. Chanting moans of pleasure left her lips as her lower belly tightened and she felt the deep tingle that signaled the beginning of an orgasm. Just as she thought she wouldn’t be able to stop the pleasure from consuming her, Jackson pulled out of her and she screamed with frustration. A second later he slammed back into her, stroking deep until she tightened and then he pulled out of her again. She was on the verge of cursing him when he slammed back into her and pressed hard on her clit.

  “Come, now,” he demanded as he held himself deep inside her and thrust his thumb into her ass again.

  She screamed and came, shaking with pleasure. She wiggled and pushed back and another softer orgasm flushed through her. She collapsed on the bench and let her mind drift away on the waves of pleasure he had given her.

  Jackson smiled as he removed the condom then adjusted his jeans. He released the restraints on Jenna’s ankles and thighs then lifted her from the bench and wrapped her in a blanket. Intending to set her down, he turned and saw a trainee standing at the edge of the stage with a basket of cleansers in his hands. Jackson thanked him for his service then carried Jenna to a small seating area where Cade was sitting with Addison on his lap. He lounged back into the corner of a couch and snuggled Jenna up against his chest. A few minutes later he smiled at her as she blinked her eyes then looked up at him.

  “Feeling better, angel?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Looking around, Jenna saw Addison lying on Cade’s lap, wrapped in a blanket while Cade nuzzled her neck, every now and then whispering something to her. Addison glanced up and Jenna knew from the rage in her blue eyes that her friend was madder than hell. Before she could say anything to her, Jackson grabbed her chin and turned her face back to him.

  “Uh-uh, angel. Cade and I are in charge now. The new number one rule is you and Addison aren’t allowed any time alone together for the next ten days. Starting tonight you go where I go and Addison goes with Cade.”

  “If you’re going to do that then there’s no reason for me to stay at the ranch and I might as well move to Addison’s house in Rendezvous,” Jenna said.

  “No. You promised Addison you would stay with her until the wedding and you’ve agreed to be my sub for the next three weeks and that’s exactly what you’re going to do,” Jackson said.

  “Just because I’m staying with Addison doesn’t mean you’re in charge of me all the time, Jackson.”

  “Now, that’s where you’re wrong, angel, because I’m absolutely positive that later tonight I’m going to be balls deep inside you again.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “In my bed.”

  “You think you have an answer for everything don’t you, but what about Addison’s wedding dress? Cade can’t take her to shop for that.”

  “Then I’ll take her and Cade can keep an eye on you.”

  As she opened her mouth to protest, he slid his hand over her lips and she glared at him.

  “No more talking.” Standing up with her in his arms, he told Cade, “I’m taking th
is one home.”

  “We’re right behind you,” Cade said, then cuddled Addison before standing up.

  Chapter Seven

  Startled from sleep by a sharp slap on her ass, Jenna screeched and sat up, the blanket falling to her waist. She squinted her eyes against the sharp glare from the bedside lamp and saw Jackson standing over her, a smug grin on his face. The scent of the shower gel he used filled the air and mixed with the scent of sex that surrounded her. He was already dressed in blue jeans and a faded T-shirt.

  “Time to get up. You’ve got twenty minutes to shower, get dressed, and get downstairs.”

  She glanced at the open drapes and saw that it was still dark outside. Grabbing the blanket, she pulled it around her shoulders as she slid down on the bed and rolled onto her side away from the bright light. “Go away, Jackson. It’s still dark outside.”

  “Days start early on the ranch, angel. You can get dressed and meet me in the kitchen, or I can take you to the stable wrapped in a sheet. Your choice.”

  Snorting, Jenna let her eyes drift shut. “Or, I can go back to sleep and see you at lunch.” When he didn’t respond to her remark, she rolled to her back, expecting to find him still standing by the bed. She was surprised to see she was alone in the room. Wondering if he had gone into the bathroom, she called his name. When she didn’t get an answer, she wondered how he moved so silently, then yawned and closed her eyes.

  It was his fault she was so tired this morning. After returning to the house the night before, they had gone over her limits and then he had kept her up most of the night. She didn’t know how he managed to function on so little sleep but she needed a solid eight hours. Sliding onto her tummy, she wrapped her arms around his pillow, smiled when she smelled his scent, and then slid her legs over the sheets, enjoying the smoothness of the high thread count against her skin. Jackson may be a tough guy, she thought, but he certainly appreciates the finer things in life.

  A little smile curved her lips as she thought about the previous night. She didn’t intend to have a long-term relationship with Jackson, but she’d decided to enjoy the next three weeks. The way she figured it right now she was a convenience for him. She was in his home, under his roof, and in his bed. Three weeks from now she would move out and he would move on. And, so would she. A win-win situation for both of them.

  Rolling over, she stretched, then opened her eyes and screamed. “Dammit, Jackson. Don’t do that. I can’t stand it when you sneak up on me that way!”

  “Time’s up, angel.”

  “What?”

  Instead of answering her, he reached down, wrapped the sheet around her, and then picked her up and slipped her over his shoulder. “I gave you two choices.”

  Struggling, she grabbed his belt and tried to kick her legs. “Jackson, don’t you dare. It’s too early, and besides I haven’t brushed my teeth or taken a shower or anything.”

  “You were given a chance to do that,” he told her as he carried her down the stairs and out the backdoor of the house. “Now it’s too late. I have horses to feed.”

  “Horses! What about me?” Releasing his belt, she pinched his side and heard him grunt right before he landed a sharp slap to her butt. “Ouch, Jackson! Don’t do that.”

  Her words stopped him in his tracks. “Did you just give me an order, angel?”

  Thinking quickly, knowing she was in even more trouble, she told him, “I’m still sore from last night, Sir.”

  He rubbed his hand over the soft curves of her butt. “Then behave. There’s a lot of leather crops where we’re headed.”

  The scent of horses, hay, and manure filled the air as he carried her into the first stable. Squirming, she wondered how long they would be out here before returning to the house and if she could wait that long. As if he could read her mind, he walked into the stable office and carried her into a small half bath. He slid her from his shoulder and held onto her until she was steady on her feet before he released her and opened the drawers of a small cabinet. Inside, she saw packages of disposable toothbrushes, travel size facial wipes, hand sanitizer, and a very large box of condoms.

  “You’ve got three minutes.” He left, closing the door behind him with a sharp click.

  Mumbling about bossy Doms and knowing he was counting the seconds, she took advantage of the facilities then brushed her teeth and tore open a package of facial wipes. There was nothing she could do about her hair other than run her fingers through it. With only a few seconds left, she shook out the oversized sheet then folded it in half and wrapped it around herself. Tucking it securely above her breasts it still pooled on the floor around her feet. Cussing Jackson, she grabbed handfuls of the material and pulled it up then stepped toward the door just as it swung open.

  Jackson ran his eyes over her, frowned at her short hair and her bare feet, and then reached for her and swung her up into his arms. “You don’t walk around out here barefoot,” he told her as he set her down on a small stack of hay bales then handed her a protein bar and small jug of orange juice. “You stay where I put you. Understand?”

  “Yes, I understand, but what am I supposed to do?” Glancing around, she noticed several of the ranch hands watching them and pulled her knees up to her chest, feeling the pain the position caused when she put her weight on her bottom. Hearing Jackson chuckle, and knowing he was aware of her predicament, she frowned at him as she dropped her legs and let them dangle over the edge of the bale. “People are staring at us.”

  “Not us, angel. Just you. It’s not every day they see a half-naked woman in the stables.”

  “Really? After seeing the contents of the cabinet in the bathroom I’m surprised you can say that.”

  “Jealous, angel?”

  “More like disgusted and pissed off that you’ve brought me out here like this.”

  “Tomorrow you can get up and get dressed when I tell you to.”

  “We have to do this again tomorrow?”

  “Horses need care every day, angel, just like subs.” Chuckling, he walked off. “You’ll get used to it.”

  “I don’t know why I should have to, Jackson,” she called after him. “I’m only going to be here for three weeks.”

  “We’ll see. Now be good and stay there.” He nodded at her before he disappeared into a stall, and she heard a horse nicker softly as he talked to it.

  Bored, she tore open the breakfast bar and uncapped the juice then read the nutritional information on the packages as she ate. Not bad, she thought, for shredded cardboard with raisins. Waiting, looking around, she stuffed the paper in the jug, recapped it, and then set it aside. Staring at the stall where Jackson had disappeared, she wondered what was taking him so long.

  “Jackson?” She waited for a moment to see if he would answer her. When he didn’t, she screamed his name. Curses filled the air as he rushed out of the stall. Behind him a horse extended its head and caught the back of Jackson’s hat in its teeth, tearing it from his head. He glared at her, spoke softly to the horse and closed the stall gate, and then stalked toward her.

  “Um, Jackson, I was just wondering what you were doing? In there?” She nodded toward the stall. “For so long?” As he closed the distance between them, she pushed herself against the wall and slid up until the rough hay was beneath her feet. She put her hands out in front of her, palms toward him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking…well, I do, sort of, but you better not—”

  “Be quiet.”

  Jenna stilled, the last words dying on her lips as Jackson stopped in front of her and grasped her waist between his hands and pulled her toward him until they were belly to belly.

  “Horses are big. Loud noises startle the young ones. You don’t want to be in a stall with a startled horse, angel.”

  “No.” The single word was spoken so quietly it was barely a puff of air. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Do you think you’re getting off that easy?”

  Knowing it was a long shot, she nodded her head thinking it never hu
rt to try. He reached behind her and she grabbed his hands to keep him from touching her bottom.

  “Still sore, huh?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Grinning, he lifted her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her back to the office and into the bathroom. Once inside he set her on the counter then closed and locked the door before reaching for the sheet. She slammed her hands over his to keep him from pulling it loose. “What are you doing?”

  “Put your hands down.”

  “Why?”

  “What’s the rule about speaking?”

  “I’ve forgotten.”

  “Then I’ll have to remind you.” Jackson tugged the sheet away. It puddled around her as he pushed her back until her shoulders were against the wall.

  Off balance, and feeling herself sliding off the counter along with the sheet, she grasped the edges on either side of her and held on. “Jackson, what are you doing?” she asked, watching as he washed his hands at the sink then turned back to her.

  “What’s the rule about how you address me when you’re being punished?”

  Realizing from the hard gleam in his eyes that she was in big trouble, she gulped then told him, “Sir.”

  Seeing his nod of approval, she didn’t resist when he spread her legs apart, his hands warm and slightly damp on the inside of her thighs. Feeling the heat of a blush stain her cheeks, she watched as he slid his hands to the apex of her legs then used his thumbs to spread her labial lips apart.

  “Angel, you’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He slid his fingers around the sensitive outer rim then over her clit, pushing on it, encouraging the hood to slide back.

  She tightened her hands on the edge of the counter until her fingers stung as she watched him touch her. Catching a reflection of the two of them in the mirror across from her, she shivered and spread her legs wider for him when he dropped to his knees in front of her. She watched as he pulled her to the edge of the counter then ran his tongue over her pussy. A moan of pleasure hummed from her as she divided her time between watching him and watching their reflection.