She twisted a little, turning her torso until she could look up at him. “Please, Jake. Please fuck me now.”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
She groaned.
He laughed, even with his body taut with need, and grasped her hips to urge her up onto her hands and knees. She edged forward, pressing her face to the seat. With her ass high in the air and her head low, hair streaming over her folded arms, she was the picture of submission. And he couldn’t resist teasing her a little more, even with his cock screaming for relief.
He slid a hand over her ass, letting his thumb slide through the wetness from his saliva until it pressed a tiny bit on the edge of her asshole. “Did that plug satisfy you, baby?”
“No.” She drew the word out like a long, tormented moan.
He pushed his thumb inside. Even after all the plug and tongue action, her little channel was snug and tight. He flexed his thumb back and forth, opening her up more, easing the way for his cock. “Will my thumb satisfy you?”
“No.” She pushed back, and the smooth skin of her wriggling bottom brushed his thighs. “Only your cock will satisfy me, Jake.”
Even with her hot ass at his mercy, he couldn’t help but grin. Did she think she was manipulating him? “You want my cock in your ass?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
He pushed his thumb a little deeper, and she moaned. “You know that’s kinky, don’t you, baby?”
Her nod was fierce enough to send her hair cascading off her back, falling over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Putting his knees between her thighs, he pressed her legs further apart, until her pussy was exposed. “I should punish you for wanting such kinky stuff.”
Her moan was long and low. His thumb disappeared into her ass—she’d pushed herself up against his hand. “Punish me later. Just…just fuck me. Fuck me now, damn it.”
When he pulled his thumb out, a little pop sounded. Bending, he bit her gently on one side of her ass. “Don’t give me orders, Kate.”
Of course, it was what he wanted to do. It might be unfair to punish her for it, but who said Doms had to be fair? He pulled his arm back as far as he could, until the rear window stopped him. Keeping his palm flat, he took aim, swung forward and slapped her square on her pussy.
Her knees buckled, and she cried out, a wordless noise of surprise.
Too hard? No, her bottom was higher than before, her thighs spread wider, exposing her pussy even more. Her back heaved with shallow pants. He slapped her pussy again, gently this time, dragging his fingers over her clit as he retreated. She squirmed and shuddered. There was no mistaking it, Kate loved this.
The next slap was hard. He paused—one, two, three—and delivered a soft, teasing slap, lingering for a second to toy with her soaking wet slit. He mixed it up, stinging smacks and soothing little pats, so she didn’t know what was coming next.
Gritting his teeth to keep his cock from exploding, he counted silently. By the tenth open-handed slap, her pussy had left a strip of cream on his palm and she was moaning with each stroke, her mouth buried in the seam where the seat cushions met.
He rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass, and she pushed back against him, stroking him with all that wet heat, practically begging him to fuck her without a rubber. Someday, maybe. But for tonight, he pulled a condom from his wallet, dropping the wrapper to the floor as he rolled it over his cock.
Her ass didn’t look well enough lubed to him. He loved breaking her in to anal sex, but he didn’t want to break her completely. If he hurt her too much, she’d never let him near her tender asshole again.
He fumbled in his jacket pocket for the little tube of KY Jelly and squirted a glob into his palm, then rubbed it over the condom. You can never use too much lube, a guy in prison had said once. Jake hadn’t pressed for details, but the advice had stuck with him.
Kate’s ass wriggled, urging him on. “Hurry, please, oh please hurry,” she whispered over and over, like a chant.
Begging him. The gorgeous Katherine Kern, star of many his adolescent wet dreams, lay half naked beneath him, begging him to fuck her in the ass. No one would ever believe this. He barely believed it himself.
After his cock was coated and slick, he held the tip of the tube against her asshole and squeezed, filling her with gel.
She shivered. “Ooh, that’s cold.”
Cold lubricant was better than tearing up her ass. He dropped the tube to the floor. “I’ll give you something hot now, baby.”
He took his slippery cock in one shaking hand, held the head against the glorious bud of her asshole, and slowly pressed forward, stopping when only an inch or two was buried in her ass. She groaned and panted beneath him, clenching the muscles of her bottom around every millimeter of his throbbing cock. Thank God she loved a little pain with her pleasure. His cock was so thick, he’d probably always hurt her a little. She looked sexy as hell, her tender opening stretched around his cock, straining to take him in.
With one hand, he reached up and stroked her hair, leaning forward until he covered her kneeling body with his own. Grasping her hips, he pulled her higher, positioning her more snuggly against his stomach. The motion forced half of his cock into her asshole. She cried out, a plaintive noise that didn’t sound much like pleasure.
Guilt ripped through him, but his selfish cock throbbed, yearning to thrust full bore into her. He nuzzled her shoulder. “Easy, baby doll. I’ll go slow.”
Going slow might kill him. To hold off, he looked down, enjoying the sight of her trembling body—the way her back lifted with each breath, the tender exposed nape of her neck, the sight of his greedy, aching cock half buried in her luscious ass. All those years in prison, hearing dozens of guys butt-fucking each other whenever they got a chance, had made him fantasize endlessly about a woman’s ass. Kate’s was so fine, so tight, he felt like he was taking her anal cherry again. Before he could stop himself, he pressed a little deeper.
She gave a tiny whimper and squeezed down on his cock so hard, he winced.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” Damn, he didn’t want to stop. He’d hold steady until she liked it.
“Oh, yes. You hurt me so good.” She practically moaned the words, and her ass lifted, pushing him in a tiny bit further. “Give me more, Jake. Give me all nine inches of that big hard cock of yours.”
The blatant flattery made him grin. If this was topping from the bottom, he could forgive her for it.
“I can take it,” she said between pants. “I can take it all for you.”
“Hell, yeah. Here it comes.” He started moving in earnest, giving her a fraction more of his length with each thrust, opening the depths of her body up a little more each time he descended. She pushed up, eager to take more, her fingers gripping the handle of the door until her knuckles shone white.
In a minute she was taking him all the way to the hilt, rocking back against him like a wild thing, gasping with each thrust as though his deep penetrations forced the breath from her lungs. He fucked her with steady hard thrusts, balls slapping against her wet pussy.
Beneath their squirming bodies, he saw her hand wriggle underneath her belly. Strumming her own clit? He’d punish her for that later.
Much later.
For now, all he could think about was the tight hot grip of her asshole, the heady sensation of fucking her ass so deeply, the satisfaction of hearing her escalating moans and cries ringing in his ears. For a beginner, she’d taken to ass fucking like a duck to water, throwing herself back to get even more force from his pounding thrusts. He breathed deep, inhaling with every downstroke, filling his lungs with the scent of Kate’s hot pussy mingled with leather upholstery and new carpet.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from between her legs. She cried out in disappointment, but he quickly buried two of his own fingers deep inside her, feeling his cock moving through the thin barrier that separated her asshole from her vagina. Oh, yeah, that felt good. D
ouble the pleasure. Next time he’d find a way to take her mouth at the same time…fill all her holes with some part of him, claim her completely.
The car rocked fiercely enough to tell anyone who glanced their way exactly what was happening inside. Kate seemed to have forgotten they were in a public parking lot. Her breath came quickly, her moans got louder, escalating to ear-numbing levels. A sure sign that she was about to climax. He moved his fingers faster, giving her clit the rigid press of his palm, and fucked her even harder, gritting his teeth to stop his own rush to the top.
She froze for an instant, then shuddered wildly, her hips bucking, her taut asshole squeezing his cock like a vise. Her pussy gushed onto his fingers, drenching his hand with her juice.
As she thrashed and moaned beneath him, he let go, pounding her ass hard and fast, grabbing her hips for leverage to pull her into his furious thrusts. The erratic jerking motions and milking contractions of her writhing body sent him over the edge. His climax hit him like an electric shock, dimming his vision and sucking the breath out of him. The clenching spasms of her delicious asshole pumped him dry, wringing every drop of cum from his balls. His orgasmic shout echoed away in his ringing ears.
Drained and exhausted, shaking and sweaty, he fell forward onto her back, smashing her into the seat, moaning like the animal she’d turned him into.
Still shuddering with the force of orgasm, thigh muscles cramping from strain, he gasped for breath. Damn, how did she do this to him? Make him lose all control, until he felt like the one who should be begging her to let him come?
Shit, why was he complaining? He’d just ass-fucked Katherine Kern, Assistant District Attorney and a stunningly gorgeous blonde, in the backseat of her car. Last night, the first time, she hadn’t fully wanted his cock in her ass. Tonight, she’d begged him for it.
For a brand new submissive, she sure was a faster learner.
He grinned like a lunatic. His lips were pressed against the back of her neck, and he bit hard, marking her. Somehow he felt like she’d already marked him.
Her shoulders shifted, trying to move out from under him. No wonder—he’d collapsed on top of her like a fallen redwood. She must be suffocating.
He lifted away slowly, regretfully, making sure to hold the condom on when he pulled out. Her asshole was stretched, swollen, and beautiful. The only thing better would have been seeing his own cum ooze out of her tender red hole—marking her in the most primal, primitive way a man could mark a woman.
Sometime soon, when passion wasn’t making her crazy, he’d talk to her about letting him fuck her bare. Thanks to regular blood tests in prison, he knew he was clean, STD-free, and he’d bet anything Kate was too.
A dusty box of tissues sat on the ledge under the back window. He took a handful, then carefully peeled the condom off. His cock was still half-hard, and the rubber clung. He scrunched the used condom up in the tissues and tossed the soggy wad into the small trash bag that hung on the back of the passenger seat. A quick tug, and his pants were up. He glanced over at Kate as he zipped them.
She was dabbing tissues between her thighs, looking away, her gaze fixed on the window as though she could see anything through the steamed-up glass.
“Hey.” When she didn’t respond, he grasped her chin and turned her face toward his. Hard to tell in the dark, but her eyes seemed distant. “Are you OK?”
She shook off his fingers and tossed two handfuls of used Kleenex into the trash bag. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”
A chill ran down his spine. Was she as far away from being his—truly his—as ever? She looked so freaked out, this wasn’t a good time to pressure her. Time to backpedal. “Come on, Kate. It’s not that big a deal. Plenty of people fool around in cars.”
She gave him a skeptical glance, one eyebrow raised. “Fool around? Is that what you call it?”
Hell, no. He called it a fantasy straight out of a porno. That would send her running for sure. “You’re letting your hair down a little. That’s all.” He toyed with a lock of her hair, pushed it back over her shoulder, and tried to give her a non-threatening smile. “Didn’t you always want to do this in high school?”
She frowned. “I’m not in high school anymore. I’m supposed to be a mature, responsible adult.”
“You’re the most mature person I know.” That’s one reason why I want to treat you like a hot young nympho.
She shifted away from him and tugged down her skirt, not that it covered much. “Jake, this is crazy.”
“Yeah, but you loved every second of it.”
Her trademark tsk was followed by an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make it right.”
“Right is what I say it is.” Damn. The words were reflexive—his need to dominate, to stamp her with his ownership. Her mulish frown told him he’d said exactly the wrong thing.
He tried again. “Don’t play the outraged maiden, Kate. No one forced you to—” He bit the words off. Arguing with her wasn’t going to get her to join him at the “adults only” club that was next on his fantasy-fulfillment agenda.
Her back was rigid, like a prim schoolgirl looking to get an A in posture. “I know you didn’t force me. But I’m not…I’m not really like this, Jake. It’s not going to happen again. That’s final.”
The stubborn tilt of her chin pissed him off more than anything. “What’s not going to happen again? The ass fucking in the car, or the finger-fucking in the restaurant?”
Her cheeks went beet red. “The restaurant, the office, the car—all of it. You think it’s a game, but one of my colleagues could have seen us.”
“And you’d have been embarrassed. Humiliated.” To be seen with me. To let them see that I get you so hot, you’ll let me finger-fuck you in public.
Before he finished, she was shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what I’d have felt. The bottom line is, that kind of behavior would have gotten me fired. I can’t afford to lose my job.”
“So you don’t want anyone to see us together. You’ll only fuck me in private.” God, that sounded stupid. He almost slapped his forehead.
She tossed her head back and smiled. “That’s what normal people do, Jake. They have sex in private.”
They’d left “normal” a long time ago. “Normal people are boring. I don’t want boring sex, and you sure as hell don’t either. Admit it.”
Her tongue came out to hesitantly lick her lips. “I don’t want boring. But the D.A.’s office is a political shark tank. I can’t afford for anyone to find out that I’m…well…a little kinky.”
That played right into his hands. “OK. Let’s go to a safe place.”
Her brows drew together. “A safe place?”
“A private club. A club where people go to…” There was no euphemism. “To get kinky.”
She looked appalled, her jaw hanging open for a second. “A sex club?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mean a seedy strip club. I’ve heard about one that’s pretty classy.”
Her teeth worried her lip. “I don’t know, Jake.”
Time to reel her in. “You won’t have to worry about seeing anyone you know. If you do, they can’t point fingers at you for being there.”
“I’d rather go home.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, like a Southern Belle. “We can do all kinds of kinky things at home. In private. Alone.”
Nice try, baby, but you’re an amateur when it comes to manipulation. Here’s how a pro operates. “If you’re scared, I’ll go without you.” She didn’t need to know that the only reason he wanted to go was to put her through her paces…to see her in deep submission, surrounded by other subs reveling in giving up control to powerful Masters.
Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and her lip quivered.
He had to clench his hands into fists to keep from pulling her into his arms to reassure her. “Yeah, it’ll be better if I go alone. Just drop me off on the corner of Mission and South Van Ness.”
“I’ll go.” Her voice didn�
��t waver a bit, but she looked frightened.
Time to drill his control home. “If you’re not into it, I won’t have any fun. An uptight woman on my arm will kill the party.”
When she lifted her head, her smile was seductive. “I won’t ruin the party. Did I ruin the party in the restaurant?”
“Not this time.” He put an edge in his voice deliberately. “But I don’t like the way you keep arguing with me, Kate.”
She sighed. “How high.”
Confusion made him frown. “What?”
“It’s what you want from me. You say jump, and I’m supposed to say, ‘How high.’ No matter what the consequences might be.”
That’s what obedient, submissive lovers do. “You try to fight it, Kate, but you love it when I push your boundaries.” He put a hand on her bare thigh, trailing his fingers over her soft skin. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll jump.”
Her stare was deep, serious. “I don’t know if you’re good for me, Jake. But I would like to go to the club with you.”
He might not be good for her, but she was perfect for him. Not that he’d admit it. “You’ve been fighting me all day. I’d rather go alone and find a different woman to play with. One who doesn’t put up a prissy front the minute I’m done fucking her.”
God, he hated seeing that wounded look in her eyes. But if this was what it took to get her to accept him as her Master—with no pushing back as soon as she came—he’d do it.
Her gaze dropped, and the drape of her hair shielded her face. Hiding tears from him?
“Look, Kate. It’s simple. If you want to be my lover, you have to accept everything I want to do to you. Don’t make me argue with you over every little thing.” He stroked his way to her inner thighs. Under his fingers, her muscles clenched. “You see? I told you this afternoon, I own your pussy. But when I touch you, your legs freeze up. That tells me you don’t care about pleasing me.”
He held his breath, waiting for her to answer.
Her thighs parted, and she slid lower on the seat, putting his fingers in contact with her pubic hair. “I want to please you. In private…and at the club.”
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