by Anya Summers
A big, callused palm cupped her breast and pinched the nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth at the sharp pleasure that rode the edge of pain shooting from her boob down to her center.
Jack released her lips with a hard nip that left her bottom lip throbbing. She panted. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing ragged. He scorched a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on his way down to her cleavage and then he finally lowered his hips so that he was snug between her thighs. His firm manhood pressed against her labia. Moisture dripped down her vee. The way he had her restrained, she couldn’t tilt her hips and garner any friction where she needed it most.
Jack gauged her response as he palmed her breasts in his hands. It was like he was learning the weight, the shape and feel of the globes, as if he was committing them to memory. Her nipples jutted in hard points. She wanted his mouth on them. He tweaked her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger, rolling the nub, making it swell even more so that it was almost painful.
Jack lowered his mouth, his eyes on her as he flicked his tongue across the abraded nipple. Pleasure arced from her tit all the way to her pussy.
At her gasp, his hot breath puffed against her nipple. He circled the bud with his tongue, teasing the tip and drawing another moan from her lips. Then he drew the hard point into his mouth. He sucked on the nub, hard, drawing it deep between his lips so it was trapped between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Rayna arched her back as much as she could, given her restraints, at the swath of sensations flowing through her as Jack suckled at her tit. He gripped her breast he sucked, and she wondered if it would leave marks. Not that she cared. And then he bit down on her nipple.
“Oh god,” she cried.
Pleasure reverberated through her in kinetic waves. Her nipple ached. Yet he did it again, causing her pussy to throb in tune with her breast. He laid a series of hard sucking bites over her boob and nipple, like he was branding her with his mouth, leaving marks behind as proof of convergence between them.
He released her breast with a loud popping sound and his dark gaze flicked to her face before he moved to her other tit, where he administered the same torturous pleasure. Jack paid homage to her breasts, made them swell and ache from his attentions, turning her nipples an angry red from his ardor.
By the time he left her boobs and journeyed south, Rayna was a quivering mass of unrequited need. Moisture dripped between her vee. Her pussy pulsed. It would not take too much prodding to make her climax. Her body was already walking the tightrope.
Jack nipped at her belly and hip bones on his path south until his face hovered between her thighs.
“Now, there’s a sight. All pretty pink and wet for me. Now there’s one thing I want you to do for me, babe.”
“What?” And then she remembered, “Sir?”
“No coming until I permit it.”
Her jaw dropped open and she sputtered. “But… Jack.”
“You can do it, babe. If you come before I allow it, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” He quirked a brow and drew the pad of his thumb through her pussy lips.
Her mouth dropped open and she moaned. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
At the bliss infiltrating her system, she scrambled for the right words. “Sir. Yes, Sir.”
And then he licked her from her anus all the way to her clit before circling her clit with his tongue, interspersing that with fast flicks.
She was drowning in a miasma of pleasure. Her tenuous hold on her control slipped with every lick against her pleasure bud. She wanted to smash his face with her pussy to get the friction she needed. He kept her body on a thin line of bliss, each curl of pleasure building in her core.
Then he pressed two digits inside her channel, penetrating her as his mouth circled her swollen bud and sucked down, hard.
The pleasure was sharp and pronounced. She cried out. “Jack. Sir, please?”
She didn’t care that she was begging. She needed relief from the intensity of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Hold on, babe. You’re doing beautifully. Surrender your control to me, let go. Your cunt has some of the sweetest cream,” Jack murmured before resuming his ardent attentions.
Rayna didn’t know what he meant. She was giving him everything, doing as he asked. But then the lightbulb flicked on. She was attempting to force her will on him, to get what she wanted, when she wanted. This wasn’t the drive through at a fast food mart.
This was pleasure. Ultimate pleasure.
It was exactly what he’d promised her would happen should she give herself to him. And that was when she realized it. There were blocks she had not even realized she still held in place, that she had been holding on to for dear life because her trust in other people was tenuous at best. But Jack was fulfilling his promise and it caused her entire being to shift. And those blocks tumbled away. Her body softened and she handed him the reins. All her worries—about discovery, about having to run again, about trying to survive just one more day—melted away.
Heat poured through her. She gasped.
Jack gripped her hips and feasted on her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her sheath, fucking her with it, while his thumb pressed against the swollen nub of her clit, rotating the pad in small circles.
It was too much for her. She needed to come. Now. “Jack,” she screeched.
He stopped fucking her with his tongue long enough to growl, “Come for me, babe,” before latching his mouth back onto her pussy. He was relentless as he ate her. Her cries echoed in his bedroom.
Her orgasm struck with all the delicacy of an avalanche. Her back arched and she screamed, “Jack.”
Pleasure cascaded through her in endless reverberations. It made her blind to everything but the sensations flooding her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a big orgasm. Her body grew languid. But Jack didn’t stop eating her pussy. He acted like it was an all you can eat buffet and took her body up cliff after cliff into bliss until her sex was swollen from his attentions.
Only then did he raise his face up from between her thighs, his chin dripping with her cream. His chest rose and fell as he inhaled deeply. Jack grabbed one of the nearby foil packets and sheathed his cock, but not before she noticed the tiny drop of pre-cum on the crown through her half-lidded gaze.
Then he positioned himself between her spread thighs and guided his shaft to her entrance.
“Look at me,” he commanded with a deep, lust-infused growl.
She raised her gaze up from where his staff was pressed against her channel. Once their eyes connected, he thrust. Her tissues resisted the invasion, at first. They were swollen from his ardent attentions. He flexed and rocked his hips in and out until her body relaxed around his shaft and he was seated fully inside her.
His cock was huge, stretching her in near painful fashion. Yet her body adjusted, accepting his girth and length.
Jack propped himself up on his elbows, his face hovering over hers as he began to rock his pelvis, thrusting in and out of her sheath. Slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of him.
He increased his pace, stroking his cock in hard, fast thrusts. His balls slapped against her ass. Her breasts jiggled against his chest.
Rayna wanted to writhe and meet his torrid thrusts. But her restraints made it impossible. All she could do was take it—take his big dick as it plunged so deep, it hit the lip of her womb. Moans spilled unimpeded from her mouth.
“Oh god, Jack… Sir,” she cried.
Sweat slicked their bodies. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room. The slaps of flesh competed with the sound of her moans. Through it all, Jack’s gaze never wavered or shuttered. Rayna could feel herself falling into his intense hazel eyes like she was drowning in him.
A dam broke inside her. Rayna had not been this connected to another human being since Nicolas died. It terrified her and awed her all at the same time. She didn’t realize she was
crying until Jack’s thumbs caught her tears. He took her mouth, kissing her with a torrid tangle of lips and tongue. Rayna wanted to cling to him and never let go.
The orgasm that had been building in her body uncoiled like a bomb detonating. She keened into his mouth as he pistoned his hips, his cock thrusting hard and deep as she quaked in his arms.
Jack stiffened, his shaft hammered deep, then he tossed back his head and roared as he came. “Rayna, fuck, I’m, ahhh.”
His cock jerked as he came inside her. He pumped his hips, shuddering against her with the force of his climax.
Then he looked at her as his hips slowed, cradling her face in his hands, and kissing her tenderly. She strained against her bonds, wishing she could touch him. Yet she kissed him back with all the emotions tumbling around inside her.
The kisses morphed from one to another to Rayna until she lost track of time. She didn’t even feel him unclip the cuffs from the rope at the headboard or release her leg restraints.
Jack withdrew from her body, leaving her chilled at the loss of his warmth. When she was about to reach for him, needing the connection, he climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. She knew she should probably get up herself, and leave. She doubted he wanted her to stay. But for the life of her, she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
She had had one orgasm too many. The bed dipped beside her and she jumped when he drew a warm washcloth through her vee.
“Hush. Close your eyes and rest. Let me take care of you,” Jack murmured. He left the bed and came back once more, drawing the covers up over her chilled body and sliding in next to her, where he gathered her close.
Being taken care of, now that was something she could get used to. Safe and protected within the circle of Jack’s arms, she dropped off into sleep like a stone kicked over a ledge into a pond.
Chapter 13
Rayna swam up through consciousness, her eyes snapping open as teeth closed on her nipple and bit down. Hard.
“Oh,” she breathed. Pleasure rocketed through her body.
Jack’s tawny head shifted and his lust-filled gaze found hers. He released her nipple with a flick of his tongue. His big body lay beside hers on his huge bed. He gave her a lopsided grin. “You seemed to have survived being restrained. What do you think of BDSM, babe?”
A blush heated her cheeks. For all her bravado, she had never discussed sex with a man before. Not even with Nicolas, whom she had loved. It was taboo and naughty, not to mention a bit intimidating.
He gripped her chin, Mister Badass Alpha, and said, “I asked you a question and expect an answer. Otherwise, I will spank that pretty ass of yours.”
The thought of his hand smacking her bottom sent heat curling inside her belly. She gasped at the desire flooding her veins. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want him to spank her… did she?
He tilted his head as he stared at her and a wicked smile slid over his lips. “I’ll be damned. The thought of it gets you hot, doesn’t it? A nice, hard walloping on that pretty butt of yours?
“Yes,” she sighed. She couldn’t deny it, because it did. Maybe she was just a freak.
He laughed darkly. “You are full of surprises. I think I want to give you a spanking, just to see how you respond.”
She sputtered, “But, but…”
He rose from his supine position beside her and towed her with him as if she weighed next to nothing. He sat with his back to the headboard and pulled her face down across his lap, positioning her so that her rear was across his thighs. She could feel his erection against her hip.
“Jack, I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t want this,” she protested, trying to move off his lap.
But he didn’t let her go. He leaned a forearm across her lower back, effectively pinning her down, and then his free hand snaked between her legs to dip between her labia folds. She whimpered as his fingers teased her sensitive flesh, dipping into her pussy.
“Yes, you do. Your pretty cunt is dripping for me. The thought of me tanning your ass turns you on.”
She attempted to squirm off his lap.
“Don’t try to deny it, babe. Your body is telling me what it wants. Settle down and let me take care of you.” The command was inherent in his words.
Rayna knew Jack was right. Even though she was a bit miffed over that tiny factoid, she sighed and let the tension ease from her body. She trusted Jack like no one else.
“Good. That’s what I like to see.” He massaged her butt, lulling her into a semi-hypnotic state. She canted her hips for his touch, wanting him to slide his hand back between her legs.
He pulled his hand away, then his palm cracked across her bottom. She yelped.
“Easy. I’m going to give you twenty swats to see how you do. Use your safeword if you need to.” And then he peppered her behind with a few hard slaps, hard enough they brought tears to her eyes. Her butt burned. Pain radiated from her abused globes.
Rayna was about to use the safeword he gave her. The word ‘red’ was on the tip of her tongue before his next strike. But at the next hard whack, the burning agony transformed, bleeding into a pleasure that stole her breath and ignited a low burn. A deep, guttural moan emitted from her lips.
“That’s it, babe. Give in to the pleasure,” Jack murmured and let his hand fall a bit harder with the next whack. But her body didn’t seem to mind. If anything, her hips canted up higher, like they were begging for the next swat.
And Jack delivered. She felt hot. Her face flamed. Her body blazed. She moaned at each new, hard slap. She was so aroused, she was surprised she wasn’t rocketing off-planet.
But then his hand stopped, massaged her burning ass cheek. She whimpered. She had been so close to climaxing.
Jack chuckled. “Someone enjoyed that quite a bit, didn’t you, babe?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice strained, infused with her need.
He drew two fingers through her crease. “Christ, you’re dripping.”
Without any preamble, he plunged his fingers inside her, penetrating her slick channel, and her eyes almost rolled back in her head at the startling pleasure. She gasped at the intrusion and canted her hips, meeting his thrusting fingers.
“That’s it. Find your pleasure, babe.”
It didn’t take long. Jack’s long fingers thrust deep and she exploded around them, crying out as she climaxed. Her pussy clenched on his digits as she rode them to completion.
Then Jack shifted her body until she was facing away from him on all fours with her ass up in the air. Jack rose behind her. The sound of a foil pack ripping reached her ears. And then the bulbous head of his cock prodded her entrance. He gripped her hips, steadying her, holding her immobile as he thrust deep.
She moaned deep in her throat and her hands dug into the mattress. Jack wasted no time on formalities. He fucked her. There was no other word for it. While the first time had been intense for his attention to her pleasure, this was on a different scale. It was raw and animalistic in the way he pounded his shaft inside her. He pushed her upper body down to the mattress, giving him a deeper angle of penetration. His grunts joined her moans and the slap of flesh.
She threw her hips back and met his fervent thrusts and the climax rolled over her like magma scorching the earth. It bubbled up and over until she cried out. Ecstasy riddled her form. Her pussy spasmed as she came.
But Jack wasn’t finished. His staff continued its brutal assault on her pussy, furrowing deeper and deeper with every hard thrust. He moved her slightly, so that his legs straddled hers, which tightened her already swollen channel even more around his wide cock. It made the friction from his thrusting shaft infinitely more intense.
And then he leaned against her back. His thrusts were short and brutal, but so delicious she had a constant stream of moans emitting from her mouth. He wrapped a hand around her throat, his mouth beside her ear. His harsh breaths combined with deep, rumbling grunts.
Rayna had never been fucked so thoroughly in a
ll her life. It was incredible. His cock swelled as he plunged. He was close to climaxing. She felt the edges of his control slip as he rammed his member in her quivering channel. Jack bit her shoulder; just a simple graze of his teeth while he plunged his cock inside her, which catapulted her over the precipice into profound ecstasy once more. She keened, “Jack,” throwing her hips back as he plunged. Her body quaked. Her pussy clenched around his driving cock.
“Ahh, god, Rayna, I’m coming,” he groaned. His hips slammed home and she felt him spurt inside the condom as he came, roaring out his pleasure.
Euphoria infused her limbs. Twice now, Jack had opened Pandora’s box of pleasure and annihilated anyone who had come before.
He lowered his head to her shoulder, his breath fanning across her skin. She lay there with her ass still up in the air, Jack’s cock embedded in her sheath, while she worked at calming her heart rate. A satisfied smile played over her lips. She’d been concerned that she was making a mistake when she’d decided to sleep with Jack. But all her worrying had not only been for naught, it had worked out better than she had imaged.
Jack’s hand on her neck squeezed then moved up to her cheek and turned her face toward his. His lips brushed against hers. She sighed into the kiss, more replete and at ease than she had been for an age.
He lifted his mouth as he withdrew his softening shaft and rolled off her body. Before he could pull her close, mainly because she needed a tiny bit of distance, she moved to the edge of the bed.
“And just where do you think you’re going, babe?”
“Jack, I can’t stay. I have to work in the morning,” she said, not meeting his gaze. She didn’t want to admit that it would be altogether too easy for her to stay here and bask in his warmth and his strength. That there was a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and say to hell with it, that she deserved to have someone in her life. That she was tired of being so lonely, even with the friendships she had built here. At times, she felt like she was standing in the middle of a crowded street, screaming at the top of her lungs, only no one heard her, and no one ever looked up.