by Ann Jacobs
“Oh, yeah. When I’ve got you as soft and smooth as you are in that picture, I’ll come all over your head and massage it in. Oh God. I’m coming now just thinking about it.”
Spurt after spurt of his salty, thick ejaculate flooded her mouth, so hard and fast she could hardly swallow fast enough. Her cunt clenched and she came again and again while she kept sucking out his semen.
“Stop, baby, I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Amazingly he was still hard as stone when he rolled on a condom and rammed his huge organ into her pussy. “Oh, yes!” She clenched him with her inner muscles. If only this could go on forever. If only…
She wanted the freedom to pleasure him, consume him, be not only his submissive but his lover. But she hadn’t changed.
As Julie had learned long ago, she was a pure sexual submissive. She got pleasure from pleasing her lover. It pleased Jimmy, obviously, to have her bound and helpless. Lifting her hips as much as she could to meet his thrusts, she tried desperately to maintain the contact, keep him inside her as long as she could.
And when he came again, he swept her along with him.
Chapter Four
She was the hottest woman he’d ever had. And the most breathtakingly gorgeous, especially now with her eyes shining up at him as though she thought he was the lover of her wildest dreams. Jimmy loosened the restraints and gathered her in his arms.
God, but he loved the way she ran her hands over him as she snuggled as close as she could get. As though she wanted to crawl inside him. He could get used to having her in the flesh, so much better than in his erotic fantasies.
Fuck, he’d never wanted Belinda this much, never hesitated at the idea of taking her to a club, letting some other Dom see what was his.
His cock stirred again. It had apparently forgotten he’d wrung it out just moments ago. He ignored it, concentrating instead on Julie’s soft, silky skin brushing his belly, his chest. Her hair tickled his shoulder, made him run a hand through it as he imagined himself caressing all the erotic spots on her smooth, bare skull.
She’d said he could take her hair before she had her photo shoot. “Will you be going to New York to have your photos done?”
When she spoke, her soft words vibrated against his chest. “No. The photographer will come here. My agent insisted.”
He was insane to have fallen so hard, so fast that he wanted to keep her here, close by. But he couldn’t help it. If he had his way, he’d tie her to his bed, away from the millions of lecherous guys who’d like to fuck her. “I’m glad. May I watch?” He didn’t think he could stand being somewhere else while his woman made love to a camera lens—and maybe the guy behind it.
“Unless you’re working. Photo shoots generally take most of two days. They’re pretty boring, really, taking this pose and that one while the photographer fiddles with his lights and filters.”
“I’d like to have a shot of us like this.” He raised his body up on one elbow and smiled down at her. “Would your camera guy do it?”
She smiled but then her smile faded. “Some of these shots will be with a male model, Jimmy. Only a few body shots, but the advertiser will want some, so we’ll both be nude.”
He wanted to scream that he wouldn’t let her do it. But he had no say in the matter, no claim on her. “Fuck. Who’s the guy?” Some pretty-boy half his size, with a swimmer’s body and the sort of intent look that made most women drop their drawers, he bet.
“I don’t know. They’ll probably send someone down from New York. Unless you’d like to do it.” Her hand gentle, she rubbed his cheek then leaned up and nuzzled his goatee. “The man has to be shaved, too. I know because my agent mentioned how hard it was going to be to get one of the agency boys to give up his hair.”
Jimmy was no model, though he’d experienced a good many cameras flashing in his face since he’d gone pro. But how hard could it be to pose for a few photos with Julie? Not hard enough to keep him from volunteering to do it if his ugly mug would work. “How about you asking your agent if I’ll do?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like better. And unless I miss my guess you’d look awesome without this. Wouldn’t you mind losing your hair, though?”
He laughed. “I bet I’d get as big a high out of you shaving me as I intend to get shaving you. And I’d probably like the feel of your pretty hands on my bald dome. I can imagine the scene we could have together, after the job’s done.”
“If you’re serious I’ll call Rick—he’s my agent—first thing in the morning. Or you could have your agent call him. You do have one, don’t you?”
Yeah, he had an agent. One who’d want his ten percent of any action he got, even if it wasn’t his usual gig, selling razor blades and underwear. “If you want me to, I’ll get hold of the guy who whores me out to advertisers. He’s got some photos he can send out, but the closest thing to a nude one, I’m wearing some manufacturer’s sissy designer briefs. Who should I tell him to call?”
“Rick Hecht at the Creighton Agency. If your guy’s in New York, I’m sure he’ll know the agency if not Rick himself.”
“Okay. Maybe I’ll end up being your guy in that ad, like I am in person.” Suddenly Jimmy wanted Julie again. All this talk about nude pictures and shaved heads had him horny as hell even though they’d gone at it for hours. “Come here now. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til neither of us can crawl out of bed.”
* * * * *
The next week, because Jimmy told her Coach Zanardi had asked him to have her keep an eye on his wife while they were away, Julie caught a ride to the Rebels’ training facility with Susan to tell the guys goodbye as they boarded a bus bound for summer training camp at a college over in Valdosta. The team facility surprised her with its sleek, modern lines and the luxurious dining room where the players had gathered.
“I’m already lonesome and it’s been less than an hour since they left,” Susan told Julie as they had breakfast later at Julie’s condo. “I know it’s silly of me, but this will be the first time Colin and I have been apart since we met last spring.”
“Jimmy told me you were newlyweds.” Julie liked Susan, though at first she’d been a little disappointed when Colin brought home a bride. “You know, I had my eye on Colin before he brought you home, but he never gave me a second glance.”
“I imagine you intimidated him a little,” Susan said, a smile on her pretty face. “He spent a lot of years in New York City. Though he doesn’t say much about it, I get the idea he hung out with glamorous sorts like you. You know he was married for a long time to the daughter of a man who owned the team he played for. I imagine he was gun-shy of jumping into another fast-track woman’s clutches after his marriage died once he quit playing.”
Julie doubted she intimidated anybody, let alone the highly successful, incredibly hot Colin Zanardi, but it was kind of Susan to hint that she did. “He obviously was waiting for you. Anyway, when I had my eye on Colin, I hadn’t met Jimmy.”
“You two make a striking couple. You know, he’s probably the number-one star on the Rebels team now that they’ll be going with a rookie quarterback. He asked me who you were, you know, the day before you two became joined at the hip.” Susan smiled up at Julie, who was about to fill her cup with coffee. “No thanks, I’ve sworn off for a while.”
Julie inhaled the fragrance wafting in the air from her own cup. “Do you mind if I do?” Maybe Susan was in a hurry to get home.
“Not at all. I’d have some myself, but—doctor’s orders.” The expression on Susan’s face couldn’t be called anything but ecstatically happy. “Colin and I just found out yesterday we’re going to have a baby.”
“Congratulations.” As hearing that sort of news always did, it sent a pang of regret through Julie that she hadn’t conceived during her marriage. Of course Lloyd had wanted no part of children and very little to do with her, so her childlessness wasn’t surprising. But now… She was thirty-five. Too old for motherhood, wasn’t she? But wasn’t Susan at
least her age? Colin was pushing fifty according to his bio on Wikipedia that she’d looked up a couple years ago when she’d had her eye on him. “You must be thrilled.”
“We are. But the doctor said I’d have to be careful because I just turned forty last month.”
“Will this be your first?” Susan could have grown children somewhere if she’d started out young enough. Not that Julie couldn’t have had a teenager or two by now.
“Yes. Both Colin and I were married before, but neither of us had children. This is a wonderful bonus for us now.”
“I imagine. That must have been why Colin told me before they got on the bus to make sure you take care of yourself while he’s gone.”
Susan sipped her water then laughed. “I’m afraid he’s not going to let me lift a finger the whole nine months, or rather the seven or so it will be before this little one arrives.” She patted her still-flat tummy self-consciously. “The only place I’m used to being bossed around is in the bedroom.”
“I understand all about that.” During the week they’d been together Julie had learned that while Jimmy was all Dom when it came to their sex life, he was a considerate friend and lover in the other activities they shared. Though Susan hadn’t mentioned Rebels’ Roost, Jimmy had said her neighbors enjoyed playing there from time to time. “Jimmy said he’d take me to Rebels’ Roost when he gets back from training camp.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything unless you did. But yes, I’m submissive, too. I guess you are since I know Jimmy is a Dom. I don’t know how much he’s told you, but Rebels’ Roost is not just a dungeon. A few nights a week it caters to vanilla couples, and on Sundays out of season it opens up for picnics for team members and their families.”
Julie nodded. “You’re right. I’ve wondered but never talked to Jimmy about it. Are many professional football players into BDSM play?”
“I’m the wrong person to ask since I’ve only known my Master since April. But there are at least half a dozen Rebels who I’ve seen at Rebels’ Roost on dungeon nights. They all keep it hush-hush, even Colin. Especially him since he’s supposed to be a role model for the players.”
“Don’t worry that Jimmy will spill anything. He didn’t say a word to me until he realized I’m not only submissive but, put it this way, I share a fetish with him that most vanilla people wouldn’t understand.”
“Omigod.” Susan clamped a hand over her mouth. “You don’t mean…you couldn’t mean…not that?”
Susan must have seen or heard about Jimmy’s session with the club submissive—the one he’d told her about. “If it’s what I think you’re thinking, you’d be right.” Julie hoped Susan wouldn’t think she was insane. “The mere idea of having my Master do it to me in a scene is incredibly arousing.”
“I don’t know why I’m shocked. I get off on some pretty serious wax play, myself, although I don’t imagine I’ll get any of that now that I’m pregnant. You’re a model, though. How will you—”
“Have you seen the ads for Emerald Seduction?” Julie glanced over Susan’s head at the blown-up photo on her living room wall. “That’s me, and I had to shave my head for the photo session. I wore wigs in public until my hair grew out enough that it could be styled. Look behind you.”
“Oh. I’ve seen those ads. I’d never have guessed.” Susan’s cheeks were bright red as she took in the nude portrait. “You look stunning.”
“Jimmy thinks so. He says he fell in lust with the woman in the ad before he ever saw me.” Julie started to tell Susan their plan to shave her again for another photo session, this time in a scene at Rebels’ Roost. She decided not to—that the event deserved to be a surprise.
“You’re meant for each other.”
“Yes. Probably not for long. There’s the age difference though he says it doesn’t matter. And then there’s the fact he lives and breathes football and I’m a complete amateur about the game.”
“Come on. You can’t be more than a few years older than Jimmy. Colin’s almost ten years older than I am, and we get along great. My first Master was over twenty years older, and I was just eighteen when we married. We were together until he died.”
“Jimmy just turned twenty-seven last week. I’m thirty-five. Age doesn’t matter nearly as much if the Master is the older one. My ex was sixteen years older than me, and it wasn’t the age difference that split us up. I’ll be fifty—old for a woman—when Jimmy will be in his prime at forty-two.”
Susan shook her head. “I still say it doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right. It doesn’t matter now. I’ll be Jimmy’s slave as long as he wants me. I just can’t kid myself that he’ll keep wanting me when no amount of diet and exercise—not even Botox—can keep my looks from heading downhill.” The timer went off, and Julie excused herself to get the pastries she’d been warming out of the oven. “I’ll be right back.”
As if they’d exhausted their store of confidences, they were quiet while they enjoyed the chocolate croissants. Then Susan excused herself, claiming it was time for her morning rest. “Don’t count on you and Jimmy flaming out any time soon. From the look of him, he’s pretty well committed,” she said as she stepped out into the hallway.
* * * * *
Love. Did Jimmy love her? What she felt for him certainly felt like love—or was it a raging case of lust for the big lug that made her feel warm and tingly every time she let her mind dwell on him? Her mouth watered when she visualized his hard cock, so long and thick and throbbing with desire. She could hardly wait to feel its broad purplish head stretching her mouth and her cunt to their limits. Oh, it felt so damn good, having him inside her, hot flesh to hot flesh.
Before he’d left for training camp, he’d brought a present, ordering her not to unwrap it until after he left. Curious, Julie glanced at the box on her makeup table, gleaming in its gold foil wrapping. Moving it to the bed, she untied the red satin bow, noticing the distinctive devil ornament she recognized as the logo of her favorite sex toy shop off River Street. Smiling, she set the bow aside and unwrapped the package.
No surprises, just a couple of costumes for them to wear in club scenes, some flavored erotic oils, a gross of condoms, and imaginatively colored plugs for all her lonely orifices. She laid the toys out and smiled as she pictured Jimmy making his selections with the two of them in mind.
A cock-shaped gag made of sparkling, red gel-like rubber with straps to hold it to her head, wouldn’t begin to do justice, size-wise, to Jimmy. Julie stared open-mouthed at it and imagined a scene where her young Master would use it to fill one orifice while using one of the other toys and his own monster penis in the others.
She picked up the big, malleable butt plug, rubbing her fingers over its substantial length. This was no beginner toy, no sparkly gel rubber tool not much bigger than Jimmy’s little finger. While a good bit smaller than his cock, it looked all business with its substantial length and girth, and the plain pink finish. But it was malleable, not intended to cause her the pain as a rigid one would. She guessed, since he hadn’t claimed her anally, that he’d chosen it to let her know he wanted her to ready her body and mind for the event he had in mind.
Jimmy had good taste in toys. She’d looked but passed on the molded, vibrating purple dildo with a clit stimulator that would set the little gold ring she wore there to thrumming rhythmically. The toy wouldn’t feel as good as Jimmy’s tongue, for sure, but she imagined it would stave off the worst of her loneliness while he was gone.
As for the costumes, Julie gauged his taste in club gear as minimalist. No little-girl dresses or slutty-looking stripper gear for her. No stiletto heels or fishnet stockings that Lloyd—or rather the Doms he’d wanted to attract—had liked. Looking at a pale-pink, full-body harness, hooded, with detachable blindfold, gag and restraints for wrists and ankles, made her smile. He’d obviously chosen the butter-soft deerskin with her comfort in mind. When she rubbed the hood against her cheek, she enjoyed the distinctive smell, the baby-soft textu
re.
She looked over the black leather half-mask and body harness he’d chosen for himself—not unlike hers in that it consisted only of a series of leather straps and metal buckles with a built-in leather cock and ball harness. He’ll look, omigod, fearsome. But she wouldn’t be afraid.
Smiling, she put everything but the butt plug back in the box. It was going to be a long three weeks without her lover. Her Master.
Chapter Five
Three weeks later Jimmy came back with the team—tanned and so ripped she wished she dared jump him right there in front of all his teammates when she waited to greet him. He dared, though, picking her up and turning around as he claimed her mouth as if he owned her.
He soon would. Julie’s cunt was already wet, anticipating the ceremony he planned for tomorrow night.
“We’re off this weekend, and Coach Harris excused me from practice for three days. Guess how I plan to spend every minute your photographer isn’t shooting pictures?” he asked as he set her down and practically dragged her to her car.
“Miss me?”
“Oh, yeah. I missed you. Dreamed every night you were in bed with me, sucking my cock, running your soft little fingers all over my bone-tired body. Let’s go home so you can get rid of this for me.” When she looked over at him he was stroking his goatee. “My agent says this has to go, too. They think it makes me look too old.”
Old? Jimmy was almost eight years younger than she. Did the advertisers want it to look as if she was making it with a teenager? “They must want to make me out as a dirty old woman,” she said, chuckling as she drove back toward downtown Savannah.
She’d done little but imagine the scene he’d come up with for his shearing. Would it be at the BDSM club he’d told her about…or maybe in his apartment? Or hers? She already knew he intended to take her hair at Rebels’ Roost. He’d called her his love when he described the scene he had in mind.
* * * * *
When he knocked at her door after stashing his gear in his apartment, she flung it open and rushed into his arms again.