by Jess Hunter
He let his eyes open groggily. No need to rush. He looked around and saw the beautiful hotel room he had gotten for them. The sheets were crisp. The light of the bedside lamp was so warm, gentle and unobtrusive that nobody would have trouble sleeping next to it. He looked down beside him, expecting to see Jenna’s sultry figure tucked up close.
She was gone. David’s eyes opened wider. Instantly he was alert. Raising his head, he saw her. Across the room was Jenna, wearing sexy black lingerie and fishnet stockings. She had a little crop in her hand in the fuzzy shape of a heart. David smiled. “What on Earth are you planning? You can’t be thinking you are going to use that on me, can you?”
“I don’t know. What are you going to do about it?” She swung it down crisply, letting it clap her toned thigh with a sensual snap.
David leaned forward and tried to bring his hand to his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but it wouldn’t come. He turned his head to see that his little rascal had handcuffed his wrists to the headboard of their bed. His cheer and cockiness quickly turned into something else, entirely. “Let me go,” he said the words slowly and succinctly.
“Why should I? I get the feeling that you won’t be letting me use my toy on you if I do. I think it would be better if I kept you bound for a little while. Plus, it’s so nice to watch your arms struggle against the cuffs. It must be rough to have all that strength and not be able to do anything about it, huh?”
She strutted toward him, biting the crop with her lips turned up. She felt more confident with her play, confident enough to make a few of her own little dreams come true.
David rattled his cage and strained against the cuffs. He was clearly uncomfortable being so helpless. Jenna saw the power grow in his face and the muscles of his shoulders. As she pulled her little outfit down far enough for perky, little tits to pop out the top, she could see something else of his growing too.
She began to crawl across the big bed toward him, crop in her teeth. Her breasts hung down below her, and their sway made a perfect swell of cleavage visible to him. As frustrated as his head was getting, his body was begging her to do what it needed her to do.
She pulled the sheets down past his chest and stomach, showing his muscle and skin. She placed the furry end of the crop on his chest and slowly drug it down his body, following the lines his musculature had drawn for her. Quickly, and without warning, she tipped it up, and brought it down hard on his nipple.
David shook violently beneath her and she hissed with pleasure. “Did that hurt?”
“No.” He answered harshly. His jaw was clenched and his biceps were pulling on the headboard so hard that it looked like it was bending. It was a good thing the wood was so thick.
“Too bad. I guess I shall try a little harder next time.”
David’s dick was standing at complete attention, throbbing with his heartbeat. It made the bed sheet that covered it dance and wave every second.
She brushed the tip of her small whip from David’s short sideburns down his cheek to his chest and slapped the other nipple as hard as she could. It hardened from the attention, and even though David would never admit the erotic blows stung, she could see his skin turning red from the force.
“If you do that again, so help me, I will –“
“What? You’ll do what?” Jenna interrupted him with two slaps to his stomach, leaving heart shape marks across the tight, flat expanse. If only she could have doodled like this during class, schoolwork would have been so much more fun.
David shook the bed. It clapped against the wall and made a lot of noise.
Jenna put her face next to David’s ear. “Relax, Honey. You’ll wake the neighbors. You have to be quiet while I show you my skills.” And she licked his earlobe as she pulled away.
David bared his teeth. God, she was sexy. “Skills, my ass! When I get out of this, I am going to spank you so hard that the neighbors will be complaining about your screaming instead of the bed moving.”
“That’s big talk for a man who’s shackled to the bedstead.” Jenna crinkled her nose mockingly at David as she let her eyes rove down his body toward the tent he pitched below her. She bit into the sheet and pulled it down past his member. His cock popped back up once the cover was removed and a clear drop of pre-cum screamed at Jenna to lick it off. She was happy to oblige.
Bending toward it, she let her tongue tickle the underside of his head before swirling slowly, round and round. She watched David fight the pleasure to stay put-out at her. It wasn’t easy for him. Jenna grinned, she liked that a lot.
Her hand encircled the thick base, grasping it firmly. With slow, deliberate movements, she pushed it in and out of her mouth. Her hot, wet, lips closed around it and she sucked. David groaned at the attention and pushed his hips up to meet her.
Jenna slid her hands up the shaft and breathed over it. Her tongue covered every inch.
She teased him. Determined to drive him crazy with lust, she would start to move her mouth quickly, beating her hand up and down his rod before stopping and removing all stimulation completely. Each time, David would pull on the headboard even harder. She let him buck as much as he wanted to, allowing his dick to bob inside her smiling mouth.
Closing her eyes, Jenna focused. She wanted him to think that she was going to make him cum. Her suction created a tight haven for him in her throat and her lips slid up and down. Her hand twisted and stroked. Faster. Faster. Faster. He was pulsing. She could feel drops of dampness coming from his tip. He was about to cum.
Suddenly, she stopped. Jenna sat up. She slowly wiped the moisture from her mouth and hooded her eyes temptingly. Then, she did nothing.
David could not believe that she had done that. “What are you trying to do to me?”
“What’s wrong? Did I stop a little too soon?” Her seductive voice smoldered into his ears and made his predicament even more uncomfortable.
That was it. She just crossed the line. For just a moment, he contained it. He held it in. Not for the bed, or the neighbors, or anything else, but for her. Then he remembered how much she loved it last time. He remembered how she had writhed as he let loose all over her, on top of her, and inside of her. He felt free. Hell, here it comes.
With a powerful jerk, David pulled his elbows down to his navel. The headboard splintered into pieces with a loud crack. He stood quickly and gracefully. With a single, smooth motion, he parted his hands and brought them up passed his shoulders. The chain of the cuffs snapped and the remnants of the bed fell down to the ground.
Jenna leapt back. Her first instinct was fear. Loud noises and furniture breaking can do that to a girl. But when she realized what happened, she grew wetter than she had ever been. Her knees trembled beneath her. She was actually losing her balance.
He flew to her, metal cuffs still on separate wrists like bracelets with a little dangling chain on each side. He caught her in his arms. He was dominating, he was in charge – he was all man. His arms twisted her and lifted her. She had no choice but to do exactly as he directed. She loved it.
He swiftly tore her lingerie off with a flick of his wrist, still supporting her body with his other hand cupped on her bottom. She only wore a purple thong now, and David’s arms of course.
He walked against the wall, pressing his weight against her. She felt flattened, controlled, dominated; she felt like she belonged to him. His hand still grasped her ass firmly. Jenna knew the imprint of his hand would brand her skin; he was keeping her right where he wanted her. The sensation sent electric chills up her spine.
David slipped his index finger through her panties and pulled down with such speed and force that they ripped asunder. He deftly replaced his finger with his cock. He took just a moment to ensure that it was in the perfect position before. . .
“Oh my god!” Jenna screamed as he impaled her on his thick rod. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. The wall was a rock, huge, flat and unyielding. David was hard, every inch of him. His chest was solid, firmly
planted against her breasts. The sensitive, swollen globes bounced between them as David thrust into her over and over again. His stomach was hard, the protrusions of his abs massaging her torso. His arms were hard, barricading her in the exact place she needed to be to receive his passion. David’s cock was hard, pushing up inside her like a bullet, or a piston running her motor.
“You like that? Huh?” David asked, knowing what the answer would be. He could read her emotions on her face.
“Oh yes! Yes I do!”
He stopped for a moment and stepped away from the wall. Her body was effortlessly balanced on his hand. He held her tight to him while he bent over and picked something up. She couldn’t tell. It was behind her and her thoughts were elsewhere.
He returned her to the wall. The mating continued. This time it was smoother, slower. She noticed his other hand was missing. She would care if she wasn’t receiving the best pleasure of her life.
All of a sudden, her questions were answered.
Her little heart crop slapped against the side of her ass. Jenna let out a tiny, high yelp.
The sex never stopped. David added the spanking to the mix. He popped her again, in time with the rhythm of his bucking. She locked her elbow around his neck. Each time the whip connected with her thigh or bottom, her pussy squeezed David’s cock. They both moaned together.
The spanks increased in force and frequency. Jenna felt a fire rising in her loins. “Oh, David. Please spank me harder. Please!”
David moved his hand up to the small of her back and pulled it in, plumping her ass out beneath them. He pumped into her harder, feeling her explosion to come. He let the small whip fall straight down, and then brought it up once more. Pop! The crop snapped cleanly into two pieces. To Jenna, it felt like iced lightning and her whole body reeled. She loved it. To her surprise, David’s hand took the place of the sex toy. . Between the spanking and the rocketing of his dick, Jenna melted in his arms. Her whole body released. She shook and vibrated on his cock. Her heart burst with love and her body burst with pleasure. “Yes! God! David!” Her head rolled back as her mind went blank with white-hot pleasure.
When she recovered, Jenna relaxed and used her pussy muscles to make David cum. She eased them as he pushed in, and squeezed them when he pulled out. “Give it to me, David. I want it all.”
David sped up. A guttural growl erupted from his throat, it sounded more like a roar that any sound a human should be able to make. She realized he was free, he had allowed himself to let go and let her see the beast. With total abandon, he bucked and shook and then with a shout, he erupted, filling her with his seed.
Jenna closed her eyes and only felt with her sex. She concentrated on the sensation of David’s essence shooting into her. She memorized the warmth, the texture, the feeling of fullness, the explosiveness of the ropes painting the inside of her.
His thrusting slowed with the receding of his orgasm and he held her there, against the wall, breathing on her neck. Beads of sweat fell from his hair and ran down her back. “Jenna, that was amazing.”
She smiled and held him in her arms; although she was the one being supported, she had never held on to anybody so tightly, like a mother afraid she’d drop a newborn baby.
He carried her toward the bed and before he could lay her down, he considered sweeping the wood chips and sawdust out of her way. It didn’t look like they would be able to use the bed. It wasn’t until their adventure was over, that they had looked around the room and realized how much damage they had caused.
The bed was unrecognizable. There was no headboard anymore, and the mattress could not be seen under the debris. The carpet looked like a children’s playground with wood chips covering the whole area. Amongst the broken wreckage, there could be seen two pieces of lingerie and two pieces of a small heart crop. David inspected the wall, expecting to find a Jenna-shaped indention in the wall near the door, thankfully there wasn’t one.
“Oh, David. Look at the room. You must have paid a fortune to stay here. We’ll have to pay for all of this. ”
“Don’t worry about it. It was worth it. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’ll tell them it was your fault. ”
Jenna gasped and sat up. She slapped his chest as hard as she could, knowing he could take it. He just smiled. “My fault?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t have broken the headboard if you hadn’t handcuffed me to the bed. I can’t be held responsible for what I do when you turn me on. I can’t control myself around you anymore.” He said, almost teasingly. There was a lot of truth in it though, and he was proud of it.
She enjoyed him playing with her. And she CERTAINLY enjoyed their love-making. It was better than she ever thought it could be.
They relaxed together in a big reclining chair in the corner of the room. Jenna sat in his lap, curled up to his chest. “David?”
“Yes, Honey?”
“I have a question.”
“Ok, go ahead.”
She looked up at him with a serious expression on her face. “Where am I going to sleep?”
He looked into her eyes for a few moments. His dimples popped out and he came forward to kiss her quickly on the lips. “In my arms.”
That answer was entirely satisfactory. She allowed her body to completely relax on the firm bedding of David’s embrace.
Hours passed. She was sure David had dozed off, but Jenna’s mind was still racing, as it so often did in the middle of the night. His eyes were closed and his breathing was peaceful. Truthfully, he had the most content expression on his face. Feeling guilty, her thoughts went back to the unsettled feelings she had before.
Blaine wanted her to leave him, she thought. For some reason, he believed that her loving of David would cost Austin, and the world, what this man has to offer. This plagued Jenna. All the people David had pulled from certain death came to mind. She thought about his willingness to give and sacrifice. She thought about the sad circumstances that had led someone so wonderful and powerful to have such a huge responsibility on their shoulders. It was all so unfair. He shouldn’t have to carry that burden around. But how many lives had been saved because of that burden?
His breathing rocked her gently. If she wasn’t tormented by her doubts, sleep could come so easily here with him.
Then she started to think of her own short-comings. Maybe he does deserve to step out of this lifestyle and into a safer, happier one, but if so, it must be with a woman much more deserving and perfect than she.
Jenna didn’t know why, but this seemed like the best time to tell him. She had to tell him. She had to tell him how wrong she was for him, how she had failed at every other relationship, how she never brought out the good in men. She had to let him know that he was too wonderful and valuable to settle for an ordinary girl like her.
Balancing her head on her chin, she looked at his beautiful face. This was it. Count down from three, take a deep breath and. . . .
“Jenna, I have something to tell you.”
“Oh.” She was taken aback. She thought for sure he was asleep and she would be waking him with her sad things to say. She thought to herself, ‘before he starts, Jenna, tell him how much you admire his high calling and how you don’t think you’d fit into his world. Tell him now how unhealthy you are in relationships. Tell him, Jenna. Tell him before he can say something that will make you change your mi-‘
“I love you.”
He loved her.
Jenna’s heart flooded with emotion. She wanted to cry. In fact, she might just go ahead and cry. This was it. He had gone and said the one thing that robbed her of the ability to dash his hopes and her dreams. How was she supposed to tell him these things after the most sincere, precious ‘I love you’ she’d ever heard?
Meeting his gaze, they looked at each other for a few moments. He didn’t look like he expected anything back from her. He wasn’t waiting on a response. He was just enjoying her being there. Like always, he was just giving to her.
So, instead of saying
what she needed to say, she let slip the accursed truth. “I love you, too.”
His arms shot up around her and he held her tightly. His head rolled to one side. He looked like he was in heaven. She let him hold her.
She did love him, more than anything or anybody she had ever loved before, but what if her love was wrong for him? She hadn’t told him everything yet.
As he cradled her close, she let her mind torture her some more. ‘What if Blaine’s right? What if loving me somehow takes him away from the rest of the world. There would be nobody else running into him and telling him they loved him. He wouldn’t save anybody else’s life ever again, because of me. And the worst part is, when the excitement of our sex life has worn off, and David stops looking at me with rose-colored glasses, he will fall out of love. ‘I will break his heart.’
In paradise, she found no rest.
Chapter Eight
David reclined in his office chair behind his massive wooden desk. His thoughts consumed him. One finger between his lip and his nose, he thought and he thought. His eyes were pointed out the window but he was not seeing what was there. Occasionally, he would focus and notice the car wash fundraiser. Most of the firemen were out there, shirtless, washing cars with the fire hose for the soccer moms that drove their mini-vans and mid-size sedans to the fire hall.
Hank looked like he was having a great time. He really enjoyed the attention. When he held the hose, he would flex his arms trying to make them look as big as possible, but he didn’t need to. The women were all over him. The droplets of water in the air made his bright green eyes shine.
Scott was getting a comparable amount of adoration from the women, but he was much shyer. He was leaner than Hank, but still very athletic and his golden hair bouncing when he ran made him look like a streak of lightning.
The two men were the stars of the day. They were making the fire department a lot of money. David should have been happy.