by Honey Jans
Jake pulled her up, taking her into his arms, rocking her. “We have to set a few ground rules, Cyn."
Cyn leaned against him, loving the low rumble of his voice, his racing heartbeat, and his manly essence. His cock was still rock-hard under her hot ass, reminding her of what they'd just done, and what was to come. “Rules?"
His hand cupped her breast. “Un huh, three little rules. First, I want you naked and ready for me when I say so."
Her nipple beaded as he fanned a fingertip over the tingling peak, making her gasp. They were still fully dressed, if you didn't count her panties about her ankles. She was putty in his hands, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Nibbling his ear, as he gave her nipple a little pinch, she complained. “That's barbaric."
"Welcome to the Stone Age, sugar,” Jake said, unbuttoning the row of buttons down the front of her sundress. He peeled the garment open to expose her full breasts encased in a pink lace bra that matched her panties. “Second, I like the sexy underwear, and the dresses. You'll wear them for me."
"No,” she said, rebelling. She'd never taken well to being told what to do. “JT, in case you haven't noticed, I do ranch work."
"It's Jake or sir when I'm disciplining you. When we have our sessions, you'll comply."
"Or?"
"You'll get lots more spankings."
Cyn's bare bottom burned against his lap. “Like that's much of a threat. I loved it, and you know it.” She snuggled closer, saying, “I've got a demand of my own."
"Such as?” he asked.
"I get to taste you soon, and then as much as I want."
He groaned, his hand slipping under her skirt to touch her wet sex.
Cyn cried out when Jake's index finger homed in on her stiff clit. He pressed the sensitized nub and she moaned, instantly throbbing with arousal again. He tweaked it, and she muffled her cries against his broad chest, as she came. When she recovered, she peered up at him. “If this is how you conduct your negotiations, no wonder you're known as the Barbarian."
He chuckled. “I'm a man who knows what he wants.” He kissed her. “Third, you'll be bare and open for me when I need you."
Her eyes widened as she gazed at him. He wasn't kidding. “Another Stone Age thing?"
"You got it, sugar.” He spread her legs, his little finger probing her ass. “Oh, and fourth ... we need to keep your tight little rosebud lubed for my cock."
Her breath caught, as both her ass and pussy quivered. She'd been afraid the prospect of anal sex would turn him off. It was in chapter six of the book she'd given him. “We do?"
"I'll insist on it,” he said, then kissed her hard.
Cyn gave herself to him, kissing him back. His tongue slipped inside her mouth to mate with hers. When the kiss ended, he stood up and set her on her feet. She was secretly thrilled by his Stone Age demands. A hot and heavy affair was just what she needed. Her feet were still tangled up in her panties, and she fell against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I think that's a yes,” he said then laughed, his arms going around her.
"Oh yeah.” She leaned against him, listening to his heartbeat race. At least she knew she wasn't the only one affected by this lust.
"My own present to unwrap."
Cyn's heart skipped a beat. “So what's stopping you?"
He smiled, and pushed the dress off her shoulders. It fell, pooling at their feet. “Some things are better taken slowly."
Cyn burned when he looked at her. “But not me,” she complained. She grabbed his belt undoing it, pulling it off him. “Are you going to tie me up sometime?” she asked, running the leather through her hands, and giving him a challenging look.
"Would you like me to?” he asked, watching her.
"Maybe,” she said, but her face flamed. “It's in chapter eight."
"Knowing it's coming might spoil the experience."
She gazed up at his mesmerizing face. “Not with you, cowboy. Nothing could be too tame with you. You're still wearing too many clothes,” she complained.
He smiled. “So strip me."
It was all she needed to hear. She stepped forward, forgetting her hobbles, and gasped as she teetered off balance.
"Easy love,” he said, reaching out to steady her. “Let's finish you first."
"You wouldn't have spanked me so hard if you wanted easy.” She burned as she kicked off her panties, enjoying his sexy grin. He was getting off on her eager delight for him, and she didn't mind a bit. Feeling like a predator, she backed him against the dresser. His eyes twinkled, as she started to unbutton his shirt.
"Hungry, are you?” he teased.
"You ought to know, you started the fire.” The last button slipped out of its hole, and she opened his shirt to ogle him. His well-defined muscles, tight male nipples, and six-pack abs added up to one irresistible package. She leaned forward to lap at one flat brown disc; it beaded under her tongue. Yum, he was delicious!
He groaned, shrugging out of his shirt.
She licked a path to his other nipple, then sank down to taste his six-pack, and dip her tongue inside his naval. She swirled it around making him growl and jerk. He was ticklish there, excellent. She did it again, distracting him as she unzipped his jeans. His growl made her glance up at him for approval. The heat in his gaze made her cream. Trembling with excitement, she tugged down his pants and his erection sprang out at her. He was going commando.
Cyn gazed at his cock for a heartbeat, admiring it. It was huge, long, thick, and heavy enough to hang down at his thigh. The red head was blunt and mushroom shaped. Her cool fingers ran down the hot silky length of him, and he hissed, his cock's head rising up. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the slit. She leaned forward to lap at it and sighed with pleasure, feeling Jake shudder. Suddenly she found her female power. She lapped at his slit again, loving the salty male taste of him, as he leaked more cum, making him groan.
"Lick the head,” Jake ordered.
She didn't need further urging as she swirled her tongue around his cock's hot velvety head, stealing another drop of cum off the slit.
"Shit,” he bit out trembling. “Suck on the head."
After another lick, she opened her mouth and took him inside, only able to contain a little. The erotic feel of his hard throbbing cock inside her mouth was addictive. She sucked, and both her hands wrapped firmly around his shaft. He hissed, his cock twitching under her ministrations. She could feel him tightening getting ready to come, and her pussy quivered with excitement. She wanted it all.
"That's it, sugar, give it up now."
She gave him a moue of disappointment, her mouth still holding him. He gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “Now,” he said gently.
Reluctantly, she let the head slip out of her mouth, giving his cock a final lick of departure. He drew her to her feet, and pulled her into his arms. Cyn went with a hunger, burning as his mouth claimed hers. Then, he carried her across the room to place her on the bed. He came down on top of her, and she welcomed his weight—the promise of his possession.
He broke the kiss to string a line of kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, to one hard nipple. He took the bud into his hot mouth drawing on it, making her squirm with need as she felt the pull deep inside her. Then he moved to the other, teasing her to distraction, drawing the sensitive bud hard into his mouth, making her cry out. Arching up into his hot mouth, she ran her hands over his back.
He moved down to scatter kisses down her abdomen, and she burned. When he moved down, settling between her spread legs, she couldn't help blushing. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tried to pull him up to no avail; Jake would not be moved.
"Let me,” he said.
When his hot tongue rested against her swollen clit, Cyn's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a shriek. It was that earth shattering. Pushing her hungry sex against his mouth, she was lost to ecstasy. Jake began to lap at her with his tongue teasing her, before pressing into her quivering pussy. She ro
lled on the bed, but his hands reached up to hold her hips fast. There was no getting away from the pleasure he was making her feel, and she didn't want to escape, as she throbbed with arousal under his rough and talented tongue.
He'd already made her come so many times, but she felt the pressure build inside her again. He took the bud of her clit into his mouth, and drew on it. Cyn exploded, her sex convulsing, empty. Jake surged up her body and thrust into her in one quick motion. Cyn cried out at the invasion. As he finished taking her virginity, Jake sealed her mouth with his, silencing her cry.
He lay still, breathing hard on top of her, his body tense as he waited for her newly opened pussy to become accustomed to him. She closed her eyes, feeling stunned by the sensation of his huge cock filling her. Her after-spasms rippled, making her gasp and him growl. She smiled up at him and rocked against him, only to feel his huge cock delve deeper inside.
"Easy, babe, take it slow.” He slowly started to withdraw, and then rock back into her.
Cyn arched up to meet his strokes, taking more of him. He was huge. Her eyes widened with surprise. “More,” she moaned, as his hot cock filled her. He rocked into her, harder and deeper, until they both gasped. “Oh yes.” She wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper, and wincing, but not letting him go.
He lost control, surging into her, again and again, until she tightened, coming, shouting his name. He surged into her once more and exploded, coming hard and fast, tight against her cervix. When Jake eased off her, pulling her close, Cyn snuggled against him, sated and dazzled. It was everything she'd dreamed of.
Chapter 7
Jake stroked Cyn's supple back, enjoying the feel of her soft curves tucked tight against his body. It'd been a hell of a day and she'd made it brighter. He held her close, feeling possessive. “Come on,” he said, rousing her, forcing himself to let go of her breast as he rolled out of bed. He gazed down at her, flushed from their lovemaking, and knew he was a lucky man. He bent to scoop her up.
"Where are you taking me?” she asked, clinging to him.
Jake felt honored by the affection and trust he saw in her eyes. At least she trusted him in the bedroom. “You'll see,” he said, shouldering his way into the bathroom with her snuggled in his arms. Her breasts tantalized him, the nipples hardening, rubbing against his chest, and making his mouth water with the need to taste her tempting strawberry tits. Hell, she'd tasted sweet all over. But he knew her first time would make her sore, and he wouldn't abuse her trust, no matter how horny they both were. He switched on the large walk-in shower, making the spray a little cooler than he liked.
He had a sneaking suspicion ice cubes in the North Pole couldn't cool him off when Cyn was with him. “I must say, you do run a first class operation, Miss Cyn. The double shower with the body sprays was a stroke of genius."
"Cordial actually kitted this dude operation out before she lost interest and I came back to take over."
"That's right, you didn't always live here,” he said, recalling her talk of duty.
"I actually used to have a life, at least kind of, if spending hours cooped up in my studio counts."
"Oh, it definitely counts.” He was pleased when she smiled.
"I'm glad you think so,” she purred, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
"Well, my dad always thought being artsy was a bit weird, and according to Cordial, I'm an embarrassment to the whole family. I'm usually spattered with paint, or dirt from the ranch."
"Forget them. I like you best when you're spattered. Like that dirt on your nose when you bumped into me was cute.” He was warmed when she beamed up at him.
"Thanks."
"So tell me more about your stepmother,” he said, trying to get more information out of her. He had a suspicion she was linked to North Star, but no proof.
"I don't want to talk about her, okay?"
"Okay,” Jake said, and stepped under the spray with her. He set aside his line of questioning, and instead, luxuriated in the sensual feel of the woman in his arms, as water cascaded over and around them. She closed her eyes in seeming bliss, his cock stiffened again, and he groaned. Would he never get enough of this redheaded siren? Probably not, he decided, letting Cyn slip down his body to stand before him.
"That's nice,” she said, rubbing her nipples across his chest.
He spread his feet shoulder-length apart, and pulled her wet curves into his body. “Oh yeah,” he agreed. “Now behave, you're sore, and we can't do anymore tonight.” Instead, she shimmied against him making him crazy. Reaching behind her, he gave her a sharp spank, so he could think. She pouted up at him, blushing, her body radiant. Her lush lips were tempting him. He was in deep trouble. “Behave now, so I can wash you."
"Yes sir,” she said unrepentantly.
He soaped up a washcloth, and swirled it over her lovely body, paying special attention to her tempting tits, watching them tremble, as she inhaled a shaky breath. He rubbed the terry cloth over her nipples, and they beaded, as her knees wobbled. She moaned, leaning into him.
"No fair. How come you don't have to behave?"
"Do you want me to stop?” he asked, stilling the washcloth.
"No. Please don't stop.” She pressed into him.
"I won't,” he said gently, and then turned her around, and spread her feet apart.
"Let's scrub that saucy bottom."
"I'd rather have you take it. I won't be sore there."
He smiled at her eagerness, his heart tripping a beat. She was hot, adventurous, and altogether perfect for him, but she wasn't ready. He teased her tight portal with a soapy finger. “All in good time. Arch your back, sugar."
"But when?” she asked.
He bit back a groan as she pushed her cute butt out at him, and slipped a finger inside, making her gasp. “Fuck yourself on my finger. Try it out.” She froze for a minute, and then arched back riding his finger, her tight back passage pulling at him. He groaned, his stiff cock bobbing. She moaned, arching her back to give him better access. He restrained himself. If he spanked her, he'd fuck her. Instead, he reached out to adjust the body spray, aiming it at her stiff clit. She let out a cry, her backside clutching at his finger as she came. He supported her when her knees wobbled, his finger coming free of her ass. He held her tight until she came back to earth.
Cyn turned to lay her head on Jake's shoulder, enjoying his touch, the slippery feel of his body against hers. She'd wanted a dream lover, but he was way beyond her expectations. “That was—"
"Sexy,” he filled in.
"Earth shattering.” She lapped at his nipples, drinking a droplet of water off his skin. His cock pressed hot and hard against her slick thigh. “It's your turn,” she said, stepping close enough to let his erection slip between her thighs. It rubbed hot and tantalizing against her mound.
"No.” He pulled back. “You're too sore."
"So? Spank me later,” she said, taking advantage of his retreat by fisting his cock. He growled, thrusting into her hands, while he scowled at her. She wrapped both hands around his hot cock to hold him. “Let's see if water power works on you.” She took the handheld spray, and aimed it at his cock while jacking him off. He groaned, and his balls grew tight against his body. She watched, fascinated and, playing a hunch, aimed the spray at them. Jake hissed in reaction, his cock leaking pre-cum. “Interesting,” she said, pleased with her experiment.
"Stop teasing the bear,” he groaned, but throbbed in her gasp. Cyn laughed, and kept fisting him harder, as she moved the spray to his anus. He shook, letting out a roar, and spurted. “And I think we just found the sweet spot,” she said, crowing with delight.
"Don't get any ideas,” he growled, his cock spurting.
Cyn sank down to capture him in her mouth. She drew on his cock, taking it deeper in her mouth. She sucked, breathing deep, felt him tremble and give her everything he had. She drew on him, draining him, and licking him clean. She looked up to find Jake looking at her with wonder.
He pulled her to her feet “Where did you learn that?"
"My personal library. You're the first chance I've have to put it into practice.” His gaze smoldered at the last statement.
"And I'd better be the only."
His possessive statement thrilled her, but she wasn't fooling herself that she could keep him for long. When news of his return got out, every eligible woman in town would beat a trail to his door. How could she compete with that? She saw his irked expression and knew her silence bugged him. Good. It might be good to keep him guessing. Her eyes widened when he slapped off the taps, growled and bodily pulled her out of the shower.
"Now get this, Cyn. I won't share you with anyone. You're mine,” he insisted, bending to kiss her.
"I'm yours,” Cyn said with a sigh, as his mouth claimed hers. She rubbed her tingling nipples against him, drawn into his possessive embrace. His tongue swept into her mouth mating with hers, as his hands swept down her slick back to cup her ass and squeeze. She moaned pressing tight to him, her sex throbbing, as his cock stirred.
He broke the kiss to rub his manhood against her. “You belong to me, Cyn, say it,” he hissed.
"I belong to you,” she agreed, with a pleasured whimper, rocking against him, watching his whiskey eyes darken. When he set her back on her heels and reached for a towel, she let out a whimper of complaint. His stern glance silenced her as he dried her off. It felt surreal to have him pamper her, take care of her, spank her, but he did it so well. Rubbing a towel over her hair, he made her scalp tingle as he was touching her, then he finger combed her red hair back behind her ears.
He smiled, seeing her dazzled gaze, bent to give her a quick kiss, and a teasing smack on the bottom. “Playtime is over, sugar. Now let's eat and talk."