by Honey Jans
"Answer him, sugar,” Jake ordered.
"Yes, sir,” she gasped as Jake pinched her nipples and Mack traced the spank marks on her throbbing ass. She wriggled, unable to stay still as her arousal returned tenfold. She moaned with need, completely sensitized, trusting them to give her as many orgasms as she could handle.
"I want your mouth, sugar,” Jake said, unzipping his pants as Mack touched the paddle to her bottom.
She whimpered, knowing what was coming, pushing back against the teasing paddle, and gazed hungrily at Jake's magnificent cock. He was already rock-hard for her, the head a velvety purple-red and a bead of pre-cum glistening on the slit. She moaned and flicked out her tongue to lick it off, hearing him hiss with pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the velvety head, toying with the loose flap of skin underneath connecting the head to his long thick shaft, making Jake moan.
With a groan, she opened her mouth and Jake slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. She murmured with pleasure, suckling on him, making him hiss and thrust into her a little more. Emboldened, she took him deeper into her mouth, as he gently cupped her cheeks with his hands. Mack drew back the paddle, giving her a light smack, and she gasped, gagging a little, as Jake's cock went deeper.
"Easy, girl,” Jake said, caressing her stretched cheek with a gentle stroke of his thumb. “Time your movements with his spanks."
She moaned, doing just that as Jake surged into her mouth time and again, Mack kept up a driving rhythm. She whimpered, aroused on both sides, as her body tightened once more. Her pussy rippled, her stiff clit rubbing on the bar. To come for another man seemed wrong, even though it felt so good. She tightened inside, holding back to the point of pain. Jake thrust into her, toying with her nipples.
"Come for him, sugar. I know you need to."
She sucked him harder, shaking her head a little, her body quivering as her clit burned. Jake came, spurting into her mouth and she suckled him dry, draining him, needing to pleasure him.
Mack stopped spanking. “She's not coming for me, you lucky SOB. It's you she wants."
She lay limp and painfully aroused against the bar, Mack's hard-on inside his pants rubbing against her ass.
"He can give you more,” Jake said, still caressing her breasts.
It felt good, and hell, and it was just like the book, but it wasn't right. “No. All I want is you."
Jake felt the tension in him uncoil, as he met Mack's envious but understanding gaze. He wouldn't have trusted any other man with this. He couldn't risk losing Cyn.
"I'll go ring this lot up and give you lovebirds some privacy.” Mack picked up the basket and walked away.
Jake gazed down at Cyn, still draped over the paddling bar; her nipples stiff as rubies; her sex hot and aroused; her ass rosy; her face blushing, and his cock swelled. Only she could get him hard this fast. He walked behind her, rubbing his cock against her outthrust ass. She moaned, and arched back against him. He slipped into her wet sex, and took her hard and fast from behind, his balls quickly tightening as her cunt clenched, milking him.
She cried out as she came, and he drove into her.
Jake groaned, coming inside her. Draped over as they both gasped for breath, he thanked his lucky stars he'd found Cyn. He eased away and pulled her off the bar into his arms. She pressed against him, spent.
"That was hot,” she said, nibbling his jaw. “And very naughty."
"I agree.” He cupped her hot ass and squeezed a little, adding, “But you are a bad girl.” She flashed an amused and needy look up at him, and his cock started to swell again. Hell, he had to get her out of here before he screwed her again. That, he wasn't letting his old buddy in on. They'd shared women in the past but not this one.
"Time to get dressed.” He helped her into her bra and dress. He picked up her panties from the end of the paddling bar before she could reach for them, and tucked them in his top pocket.
"Are you starting a collection?” she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, they're addictive, I just can't get enough. Any objection?” He watched her reaction. Instead of trying to brush him off, she smiled. He felt the connection where he lived; acknowledging that he was good and hooked, and that he liked it.
Mack grinned as they walked toward the register and handed him a large shopping bag. “I added the paddle and a few other goodies. Don't worry about paying, I'll run you a tab."
"Later,” Jake said, taking the bag in one hand and Cyn in the other. He rushed Cyn out the back door, eager to get her to bed. “I think we'll take the SUV, there's more room."
Chapter 12
"Why do we need more room?” she asked with a bemused smile. “Are we going parking?"
"You'll find out,” he said, pulling her duffle out of the bike's saddlebags, and throwing it in the back seat along with the Branded goody bag. He turned to look at her. She was watching him with a bemused expression and he knew what a lucky guy he really was. He opened the door and grabbed her, lifting her inside. Smiling at her startled gasp.
"More of your Stone Age behavior."
"That's right. Welcome to my world, sugar.” He buckled her in, closed her door and rushed around to get behind the wheel. “This won't take long,” he said, driving away. “We're not going parking. I just didn't want you to catch cold with no panties on.” He winked, making her blush. He could hardly wait to bed her properly. Cyn's hot reaction to the paddling had him throbbing behind his fly. He drove through the property gates, pulling into the long private drive leading to a cottage alongside the lake. Tall garden walls and the rural setting ensured privacy.
"It's a little slice of paradise.” She looked out at the rustic cottage and beach.
He smiled pleased with her stunned reaction. He wanted to give her the sun and the moon, every sensual pleasure she could dream up, and some she didn't anticipate. “Glad you like it, sugar. I haven't been here for years, but I called the staff to make sure it was made ready."
"It's lovely,” she said, then let out a tranquil sigh, as her curious gaze scanned the wooded grounds.
"The fence surrounding the property, and its isolated location, should ensure our privacy for now.” He watched her blush. She'd liked being watched and touched by Mack, but he was glad she didn't want another man inside her.
"Good. Because, boy do we ever need privacy tonight. I'm going to enjoy tasting you, and..."
"Hold that thought.” He grinned at her sudden boldness, turned off the engine, and exited the vehicle to go around and help her out. He opened her door pleased that she sat there and waited for him. Her hot eyes were practically eating him up, making his hard-on throb behind his fly. Maybe if he bought some baggy pants, he'd survive this. As it was, he was going to have the worst case of blue balls in Texas history. He tugged open her door and reached for her, ignoring the hand she held out to grasp her around the waist and drag her out bodily.
She sucked in a shocked gasp and melted against him as he pulled her onto him. His stiff cock twitched when the seductive witch purred as she brushed against him and her luscious tits pillowed against his chest. His heart was beating like a drum; his cock throbbed in tandem. Letting out a growl, he bent to claim her mouth. His tongue snaked into her mouth to mate with hers, as she kissed him back. He broke the kiss with a rumble of approval. She was perfect for him; he'd known it from the beginning.
He pulled back to rake her tantalizing body and seductive smile with an admiring gaze. “I approve of the dress, love,” he said, touching her pretty print rayon skirt. He could smell her cream, as she leaned into him with a needy gasp, while his hot palms ran over her even hotter bottom. He cupped the round globes of her sexy ass, delighted to hear her gasp. “The thong was a great idea, love. You obeyed my instructions,” he said, giving her another squeeze. “But did you lube your tight little ass for me?” he asked, the corners of his hard mouth kicking up in a smile as he pulled back to see her blush. He loved it when she blushed for him. “Did you obey me?” he asked.
; She nodded, trembling, as she nibbled her lower lip.
He bit back a groan, and skimmed his hand over the sultry curve of her ass. He'd loved that she'd worn the thong and matching satin bra. He grinned and flipped up her skirt to check, his hand caressing her freshly paddled bottom. It was still a little warm and rosy. She moaned, her knees wobbling, and sagged into him. He laughed, catching her; his whole body primed with need, as he caressed her bare bottom.
Tracing the crease between the round globes of her bottom teasingly, he murmured, “Very nice indeed.” He gave each cheek a teasing spank, loving the way she gasped and pressed against him. “You have the sexiest ass, Cyn. It just begs for my spankings and my cock to open it. Is it lubed for me?” he asked, circling the puckered orifice with his fingertip.
"I used some baby oil,” she said with a gasp. “I felt extra naughty when I did it for you.
"Bad girl.” He chuckled, loving her whispered confession. “We've now got something better than baby oil. Let's open our bag of toys and use the strawberry lube.” He reached around her for the Branded bag. He watched her blush as she flicked a fascinated gaze over the contents of the bag. The paddle lay inside, along with some nipple clamps, a slave collar, blindfold and handcuffs. “Mack was generous,” he said, pulling out the flavored gel.
"Bend over the fender, precious. I'm going to lube you properly and get your ass ready for my cock."
Cyn bent over the warm fender, her sex quivering and her face heating as Jake flipped up her skirt. He'd already claimed her panties and had them in his top pocket so there was no barrier. Standing half-naked in the setting sun was shockingly erotic. Cream of arousal misted the nest of curls covering her pussy and ran down her thighs, as Jake ran his big hand over the outthrust curves of her ass. She moaned, pushing back at him, silently begging for more. She craved his touch. She was hot, and ready for him now.
His blunt fingertip suddenly circled her anus with a cool gel, making her gasp with shock, but she didn't pull away. Then something firm pressed against her pulsing orifice and eased inside. She whimpered at the invasion, her ass and pussy rippling in reaction, even as her clit throbbed. He pressed it a little farther inside her clutching bottom, and she arched back at him, while she gasped at the invasion. It wasn't warm like his delightfully naughty finger had been last night, and it sure as shooting wasn't big enough to be his magnificent cock. It was one of the butt plugs. “This is your smallest butt plug, Cyn,” Jake said firmly. “I'm using it both to discipline you and to stretch you for my cock."
The word discipline made her tighten against him. It'd looked so small but now felt so big stretching her tight bottom.
"Relax,” he commanded, rubbing her bottom softly. “Only a little more to go."
She didn't normally take well to discipline, but she relaxed at his touch, and he slipped the plug the rest of the way inside. She burned, feeling spread wide open, but she knew it was tiny compared with his cock. As her ass rippled on the device, she couldn't help rolling her hips in arousal.
"Tight?” he asked.
"Yes, and naughty."
"Well then, it's just the thing for you, bad girl,” he said with a chuckle, wiggling it.
She gasped, moaning when he fucked her with it a few times. She met the thrusts, her sex quivering.
"Excellent,” he said, pushing it back in place.
She gasped in protest. “You're not going to stop now,” she wailed. “I need more. I need the real thing. I want you to open me."
"I'll take your ass, when and if I decide you're ready for it,” he said, straightening her up and turning her to face him.
She thought about digging in her heels, mad at him for making her wait. But in the end, she turned and fell into his arms with a needy sigh. He could be such a control freak. “You're mean,” she complained. He spanked her left cheek and she gasped as the plug moved inside her. She let out a helpless whimper under his hands, craving more. But he let her go and gently set her back on her heels.
"Dinner is waiting,” he said, taking her arm and leading her to the cottage.
She bit back a gasp, every step setting off sexual tremors inside her. She looked around the cottage impressed. The table was laid beautifully and wonderful aromas wafted out of silver chafing dishes.
Jake smiled and led her toward the table. “I promised you dinner. Smells good, doesn't it, love?"
"Delicious,” she said, asking, “How did you do it?"
"I had it catered in. Mack set it up for us. He's a gourmet cook. Don't worry; we've got the place to ourselves."
Just what surprises did he have up his sleeve? She gazed at his implacable expression, her body pulsing with desire, her ass rippling on the teasing butt plug. Good grief, she hadn't known Branded sold them before their private showing, having sent Dora in to buy her contraband.
Cindy watched as Jake smiled, his heated gaze running over her like a hot caress. He knew what he was doing to her, how hot he was making her and this was only the beginning. She smiled, licking her lip, hoping to provoke him into ending her misery, and watched his eyes darken with lust. Nice. Now if she could just seduce him...
"Sit,” he said, pulling out her chair.
She sat with a sigh, and then gasped when her ass touched the cool wooden seat, sending quivers through her.
He chuckled. “Relax and enjoy the sensation,” he said, going to the chafing dishes to fill her plate. He walked back to place the plate in front of her before filling his own.
The food smelled delicious, but she was too aroused to eat. She watched every move he made, her sex creaming while her ass quivered. Her clit thrust out, seeming to throb in time with her racing pulse. Cyn bit back a moan, trying to sit quietly in a ladylike manner on her chair.
Jake sat down and gazed at her. “Eat, sugar, you'll need your energy to go toe to toe with me later."
She picked up her fork at his bidding and nibbled at her chicken and veggies. Even watching him eat was a turn-on, she decided, as she watched him savor his food. Would he savor her later?
Jake sat back sipping his wine, and quirked his finger. “Come."
Cyn managed to get to her feet, biting back a gasp as the butt plug moved, making her pussy and ass quiver. It was pleasurable torture and he knew it, based on the knowing smile on his face. How many women had he trained? Strike that, she didn't want to know. Locking gazes with him, she started toward him. She was going to taste him all over this time.
Jake held out a hand to halt her. “That's far enough, sugar. Strip for me, Cyn. Show me what a bad girl you are."
Cindy stood frozen for a minute her face heating.
"Want your present and your paddling?” he asked, his brow arching.
"Yes.” She was already on fire for all he might give her. Her face heating, she reached for her zipper and turned her back to him, slowly lowering it. She wouldn't be the only one teased tonight. She looked over her shoulder at him and peeled off the dress, lowering it slowly to bare her bottom. She let it drop to pool at her feet. She turned, locking gazes with him, his sexy smile making her want to brain him and fuck him at the same time. Instead, she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them in her hands, offering them to him. She fanned her nipples through her bra, making them hard, thrilled when she saw his gaze darken with lust.
Her fingertips circled her budding nipples. Jake's breathing grew ragged. Oh yeah, she was turning him on. She reached for the bra's back clasp and unhooked it, shimmying out of it. The fire in Jake's eyes made her pant.
"Pinch your nipples for me,” Jake said.
She did, and whimpered at the small-mingled pleasure and pain.
"Good girl,” he praised.
"Kick off your shoes and come here,” he said, patting his lap.
She stifled a moan and walked over to him. He ran a hand over her body, pinching her nipple. Then he pulled her onto his lap with her astride him, her open pussy brushing against his slacks and her breasts pillowed against his chest; her ass ri
ppling on the butt plug. Jake smiled and kissed her.
"I heard it was your birthday. Open your present."
She picked up the gift-wrapped package, tore off the gift-wrap, and saw a jeweler's case. What on earth? It was too big to be a ring, not that she expected one.
"Open it,” he said, toying with her nipples, lengthening them.
Stifling a pleasured moan, she opened the box to find two jeweled clips.
"They're your nipple clamps, Cyn. Turquoise to match your eyes. I had them commissioned. Want me to put them on you?"
She nodded, her body hungry, wondering how the naughty but beautiful things would feel. He rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it to lengthen it. Cyn was squirming, whimpering with need when he opened the clasp and clamped the jewel onto her turgid peak. She gasped with startled pleasure as he let go, letting the jewel dangle down, increasing the pleasure. She whimpered as the weight tugged on her tortured nip. “Oh god, it's better than I imagined."
He chuckled, and picked up the other clamp, toying with her right nipple and attaching it.
Cyn gasped at the pinch and the sweet weight tugging at her as he let go. She gazed down at the dangling jewels, shuddering as she gasped, making her nipples seem to swell and burn while her pussy spasmed. She gasped when his hand went to her hungry sex, his strong arm supporting her wobbly legs. She moaned as he slipped two fingers into her pussy, while his thumb rode her clit.
"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my hand."
She tightened, arching against him, spasms rippling through her as she came, shouting her triumph into his shirt. She collapsed against him as he held her. Shit, he was still fully dressed. “You're wearing too many clothes, Randal,” she murmured against his chest.
"It's Jake or sir, and you can solve that by undressing me,” Jake said, then kissed her.
Now there was a brilliant idea. Smiling, wickedly she undid his tie and pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders. Then she went for his belt and zipper.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting the shirt?” he asked amused.