Cindy Revisited

by Honey Jans

  She moaned, her ass quivering and her sex pulsing, but he pulled his hand away. Then she saw him pick up the paddle and moaned. He was going to drive her insane with need. He gave her left cheek a rapid smack, and she gasped, stifling her cry against her palm.

  "Ass higher,” he said.

  Cyn arched her bottom out, groaning when the paddle came down on her right cheek, gasping as heat flooded her sex. Her ass throbbing, she bit back a moan, trembling as he played the paddle up and down her hot bottom. Spasming, her sex creamed, misting her inner thighs with her juices. She arched her hips out, trying to be good, leaning into the strokes.

  "You're mine,” he said with a final smack.

  "I'm yours.” She sighed. She trusted him completely, knowing he was her future. When he dropped the paddle and stepped behind her while unzipping his pants, so his stiff cock touched her ass, she gasped with delight.

  He nibbled her ear. “God, you're hot, woman, and you're driving me crazy."

  She laughed, amused, and bedazzled. “I think I've cornered the market on crazy. Who just got paddled?"

  He rocked his cock against her. “I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  "No,” she insisted, tugging him down again. “I don't think you'd ever hurt me; I trust you completely."

  He chuckled. “That's good to hear. We'll have to go paddle shopping and pick out an assortment."

  She laughed at the threat. “That's right, tie me up and spank me, that's the key to my heart,” she said with a hiss, as his cock touched her ass.

  "But first I've got something to give you, if you want it,” he teased, his stiff cock pressed against her quivering anus.

  Cyn moaned, praying he wasn't toying with her, and pressed back against his teasing cock, so close, but not taking her. “Ah, yes. You know I want it,” she said with a needy groan when the broad head of his cock eased just inside her ass. She cried out, clinging to him, realizing how big he was. She gasped, adjusting, only wanting him more. Jake held still for a moment, still throbbing inside her, stretching her open, as he bent to kiss her nape. Leaning over her back surrounding her with his heat, his muscular body cradled hers, while her ass rippled on the head of his cock.

  "Are you ready for this step, sugar?” he asked, poised to take her, his body tight and tense.

  "Oh yes,” she said, arching her back, pressing against him. She gasped, the breath leaving her as he pressed inside, his cock parting her until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Cyn moaned helplessly as her ass rippled, milking his cock at the same time her pussy quivered.

  Jake groaned, lying still inside her. “Easy, sugar, just relax and let me love you."

  Cyn let out a breath relaxing at his tone as he slowly pulled back and surged inside her. Stretched, she gasped and was turned on beyond belief.

  He rested, kissing her nape. “Is this what you crave, Cyn? This bad boy inside your tight little ass?"

  "You know it is,” she hissed, arching back to meet his thrusts, gasping as her pussy and ass both clamped down, tugging at him.

  "Slowly love,” he said, pulling out to slip back inside.

  Moaning, heat surged through her when he did it again, building a driving rhythm that made her cry out. She rocked back against him, his balls slapping into her as he took her harder. He reached down to touch her clit and she came with a shriek, milking him.

  "That's it, come for me,” he demanded, deepening the thrusts.

  And she did again, climaxing, her spasms clamping onto him as he came deep and hard inside her with a groan.

  * * * *

  A few days later, Cyn was working on a commissioned painting in her mini studio area in the cabin. Since the showdown with Cordial and the girls, they'd lived under a quiet truce, and to her pleasure, Jake had stayed with her. They hadn't yet had that talk, but she was hopeful. She glanced at him with an appreciative smile. He was her prince charming. “I'd like to paint you sometime."

  He grinned and sauntered up to her. “I'll pose for you anytime."

  "Nude?” she asked, with a grin.

  "Any way you want me, sugar."

  She sighed with pleasure when Jake stepped up behind her to nuzzle her nape and wrap his arms around her. “I'm so glad they charged Chance."

  "Me too,” he said, his hands slipping up under her blouse to cup her breasts. “Why don't you take a break, and we can..."

  "I've got to finish this, honey. Your mom was nice enough to get me the private commission and a showing in Chicago. I can't let her down.” The brush shook in her hand as he pinched her nipples with his sexually talented fingers, and she moaned. She could never get enough of him. “Oh what the hell..."

  Jake's cell phone rang. “Hold that thought, sugar,” he said, answering it. “What's up, Zane? Have you got a cold or something, you sound kind of hoarse?"

  He cleared his throat. “Nah, too much tequila last night. We found more improprieties at Randal Industries. We need you down here pronto. That Hawkins guy was a real badass."

  Jake looked at Cyn and sighed. “That's a matter of opinion—a pain in the ass for sure. Can't it wait until later? I'm kind of busy..."

  "Sorry,” he said. “This is urgent."

  "Hold on a second,” Jake said, putting his hand over the receiver. He gazed at Cyn, sexy as hell in shorts and a tank top with a fetching smudge of pink paint on her pretty nose, and fell in love with her all over again. It happened at least five times a day. Even though the thugs had been dealt with, he still felt edgy. “I don't like leaving you alone."

  "But you're a smart guy,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, adding, “and you've learned to trust me to take care of myself. Go.” Cyn rose up on her tiptoes to give Jake a quick kiss. “I'll be here when you get back, and we can play then. I've got lots of painting to do."

  Jake frowned, hesitating. “Are you sure?"

  "I'm positive. Dwain is gone; Chance is behind bars, and the girls are leaving me alone. Go, so I can get some work done."

  "Fine, I'll be back in an hour. Then I'm taking you out to dinner. We've got lots to talk about.” He walked away, putting the phone back up to his lips. “I'm on my way."

  Cyn went back to her painting, troubled. What was there to talk about? He was buying the ranch. She was going back to her studio in Taos, end of story. Maybe they could have a long-distance relationship; see each other on weekends.

  As she set down her brush and reached for her pallet knife, a footstep alerted her that she wasn't alone. Had Jake come back for something? The prickly feeling at her back made her shiver, and the hair standing up on the back of her neck. Whoever it was, he was staring at her; the sensation was palpable, hostile. Gripping the pallet knife tighter, she spun around, looking toward the sound in her cluttered studio. Dwain Hawkins stood there, alive and breathing; the clothes hanging on his gaunt frame and a gun in his hand.

  "Hello, Cynthia Jane, or should I call you sexy Sin?” he said with a tight smile. “I bet you didn't expect me to come back for you."

  His singsong voice gave her the creeps. “You really aren't stupid enough to think you can get away with this,” she spat out, having nothing else to lose. Last time he'd let her get close enough to flip him. This time he'd probably be more cautious.

  He glared. “Don't call me stupid, you moron. Your pathetic pretty boy is the dumb one, letting me lure him away like that."

  "Then Zane didn't call?"

  "Of course not, it's an electronic thing,” he said with a smirk. Then adding in a superior tone, “Don't rack your weak brain trying to understand, woman."

  "And now what?” she demanded, inching closer. “You're going to kill me and run away?"

  "Of course not, I want a hell of a lot more than that. I'm going to turn you into my very own sex slave. I'll make Jake Randal pay dearly for exposing me. And I get to have you groveling at my feet at the same time. I can hardly wait."

  She glared at him, her skin crawling. “I won't let you touch me."

  He laughed. “From w
hat I've seen, Cynthia Jane, you'll let anybody touch you. I've got video proof, in fact. I'll be able to school a bad girl like you to my cock in no time."

  "Think again, jerk."

  "This is going to be fun,” he said with a smirk. “Payback is sweet."

  Cyn got close enough to see the spittle at the corners of his mouth and the cold, insane glint in his pale blue eyes. “Payback you say. What did I ever do to you?” He glared at her, and she gulped. “Oops, forget I asked that."

  "It wasn't your lame physical attack. Stupid women like you are a dime a dozen. It's rich boy. He smashed my scheme,” Dwain said with a growl. “He can't be allowed to get away with it; can't possibly compete with a genius like me."

  "Wow, that's quite a plan,” she said, trying to humor him, trying to buy time.

  He smiled down at her. “I'm glad you realize that. Maybe you're smarter than you look, and I won't have to hurt you so bad."

  Jake was cruising down the highway when his cell phone rang. “I'm almost there,” he said, seeing Zane's caller ID.

  "Almost where?” Zane asked.

  "To the station, you called me."

  "I didn't call you."

  "Crap!” Jake said, doing a three-sixty turn on his Harley. “Send a patrol car to the ranch. I've just been lured away."

  * * * *

  Up above, Agatha put down her teacup and scowled. “Red alert, ladies!” she shouted.

  "Oh my stars, this is it,” Imogene said.

  Hilda scowled. “What a rat."

  "This calls for strong medicine, girls. Let's deploy the troops."

  They disintegrated like falling stars, setting down like snowflakes outside the cabin.

  Agatha looked at the assembled group. “All molecules here, good."

  "Imogene, go speed our hero along, or he won't get here in time."

  "Right, boss,” Imogene said, dematerializing.

  "Hilda, go get the goats,” Agatha turned to say.

  "Will do, Aggie,” Hilda said, vanishing into thin air.

  "I'm going in,” Agatha said, rematerializing inside. Standing at Cyn's elbow, she knew her fairy goddaughter could feel her, even if she couldn't see her. The fool with the gun was too far gone to even sense her presence. She waved her magic wand and he gulped, easing back half a step. Agatha grinned, and then whispered, “Be strong, Cyn, we're working on your rescue."

  Cyn stood a little taller, her chin rising as she glared at him.

  Speeding toward the ranch, Jake was praying for greater octane, when suddenly a tailwind caught him, hurtling him so fast the trees were only a blur. He squinted his eyes, lowered his head, and gave it all he had.

  * * * *

  The familiar sound of hooves rushing through her lobby made Cyn smile. Dwain didn't know what was coming. She turned to see her wooly rescuers sprint into the room, like some invisible force was chasing them.

  "What the hell!” Dwain yelled, as the pygmy goats rushed past him. He leveled his gun on them.

  That was the last straw. “Don't you dare touch my babies!” Cyn shouted, as she lunged at him.

  He let out a shriek, tumbling backwards over Curly, the gun going off.

  Jake ran into the cabin, his heart in his throat when he heard the gunshot. He took one look at Cyn glaring down at Hawkins, knife in her hand, while he sobbed as goats mobbed him, and Jake smiled.

  Hawkins saw him and rolled, scrambling for the gun. Jake went in low and fast, taking him out with a vicious blow. When the man fell unconscious to the floor, Jake pocketed the gun, and went to Cyn. She was standing there looking at him like he was a hero or something.

  "My knight in shining armor,” she said.

  He pulled her into his arms, needing to reassure himself that she was in one piece. “Never scare me like that again, Cyn. I couldn't bear to lose you. I love you."

  She smiled, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss him, murmuring, “I love you too, Jake."

  "Then you'll stay here and marry me,” he pulled back to say. “I brought the ranch for us to share."

  "Of course I will, Jake. I thought you'd never ask."

  * * * *

  Behind them, the fairies gathered, beaming. “Now that's what I call some fierce fairy action,” Hilda said.

  "It's so romantic,” Imogene said with a sniff.

  "All in a day's work, ladies. All in a day's work.” Agatha added gently, “In Philadelphia there's a six year old renting Cinderella."

  * * * *

  Cyn opened her eyes and saw her fairy godmothers standing behind Jake. She smiled at them, dazzled when they waved good-bye and vanished. They were real; she'd known it all along.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid yet kinky imagination.

  In February 2005, Honey was overjoyed when The Gift became a #1 best seller at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. Then in July, the list went up and April Love was at the top, The Commander's Club climbed the charts and hit #1 in September, and again in December, Honey was positively delighted. The Gift was a finalist in the 2006 EPPIE Awards Contest. Honey recently signed with literary agent Roberta Brown from Brown Literary Agency, and she couldn't be happier.

  In her spare time, Honey enjoys lounging under a shade tree and sipping a cool drink while reading a good book. Her talents and interest are not limited to romance, erotica or printed words. Honey is also an artist, with an amazing talent that she inherited from her mother. She lives life to the fullest traveling whenever she can, frequently taking tropical vacations and Caribbean cruises with her husband.

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