by Ann Jacobs
“You got here fast.” It mustn’t have been more than five minutes since he stepped off the elevator at his floor. She’d barely had time to get inside and insert the butt plug in her ass as he’d told her to do. But she was so glad to see him, and she wondered if he could possibly have missed her as much as she’d missed him.
“Surprised, are you?” Laughing, he scooped her up in his arms, dipped his head and claimed her mouth without a second’s hesitation.
She tightened her arms around him. Then she remembered. “I have my lab results for you in case you want us to do this at Rebels’ Roost. They came back today.” He’d presented her with his results before leaving and asked her to get tested, too, so he could take her to there to play. Her heart beat faster at the prospect of club play, something she’d enjoyed with her former Master. She had a feeling that with Jimmy, the play would take on a more thrilling edge.
“Good.” He kissed the tip of her nose then set her down. “I couldn’t wait any longer to be with my precious slave-to-be. I figured my stuff could wait ‘til later to get put away. And we’ll wait to go to the club until your big day tomorrow.” Taking her hand and dragging her along, he stopped and set down a duffle bag on her bedroom floor.
Then he sat at her vanity table and stared at his reflection. She managed to avoid laughing out loud at the sight—the hulking football player dwarfing the small mirrored table and a wrought iron chair with padded seat that looked too dainty to hold his substantial weight. “Take off your robe and come be my naked barber. I’ve been thinking ever since I left how I want to bury my bald head between your pretty legs and eat your cunt until you beg me to let you come.” Taking her hand, he laid it against his throbbing, denim-covered cock.
How had he known she’d fantasized about how he’d look without his long, shaggy hair, goatee and mustache? How incredibly handsome she imagined he’d be with his face clean-shaven. But she’d never said a word to him about how much she’d been fantasizing about how his face and head would feel when they were as smooth as her own would soon be. “Yes, Master.” Kneeling, she took off his shoes and socks and sucked his big toe into her mouth.
He chuckled. “That’s one way I like for you to greet me.”
She paid homage to his other toes then smiled up at him as he stood and took off the rest of his clothes. “I want you naked, too.” He stood while she let her robe slide off her shoulders before settling back on the chair. “God, but you’re beautiful. I missed you.”
When he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, she smiled. “It’s been a couple of years since I let somebody shave my head,” he said, his expression sheepish.
“Why? I think you’ll look good bald. Not that you don’t turn me on now.”
He grinned. “A lot of chicks seem scared of a man who shaves his head, particularly one as big as I am. I imagine I, bald, will intimidate a lot of opponents, too.”
She smiled back at his reflection. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is. The more scared they are, the better.” His eyes twinkled as if he was thinking about three-hundred-pound offensive linemen and opposing quarterbacks quaking in terror when they saw him sans hair.
“I’ve always liked the look of shaved heads for men.”
He looked back at her, his gaze on her own hair that would soon be gone, too. “I figured you did, baby.”
Self-conscious, she ran a finger through her loose, shoulder-length hair. “Do you want me to get rid of the mustache and goatee now, too?”
“Yeah. I want to be as bald as you’re gonna be. Besides, I have to ditch the facial hair before the photo shoot on Monday and Tuesday. I’ll need a little time to get used to it. Think about how you’ll feel, being the center of attention at the club tomorrow while I’m taking this.” He raised his hand, ran his fingers through her hair. “While I shave you, you’ll be sucking my cock, and if you’re a nice slave I may not cuff your hands. Maybe I’ll let you use them to play with my balls. I have the feeling that having a dozen or so club members watching the show will make us both incredibly hot.”
“Ooh, yes, Master.” When she turned on the electric clipper her inner muscles contracted, her asshole biting down on the plug as he found it with one hand and jiggled it.
“I see you found the time to follow my order. Like I mentioned when we were on the way home, I can hardly wait to claim that tight hole.” When she laid the clipper at his forehead and mowed a path back to his crown, he grinned. “Do your worst, just don’t cut me or I may have to ass-fuck you here and now.”
She laughed. “Promises, promises.” She used the clipper first then moved to the shower where she shaved him carefully, first his head and then the mustache and goatee that had partially hidden his full, sensual lips. Then he had her kneel and shave his neatly trimmed crotch until it was as smooth as his gleaming scalp. When she was through, she resisted the urge to suck his tempting erection and blotted away the water with a thirsty bath sheet. “Back to the vanity now for the final touch.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.” Loving the way it felt to caress his amazingly soft skin, she massaged some light, fragrant oil into his scalp and buffed it with a towel until it shone. When she glanced down at his rock-hard erection she saw a drop of lubrication glistening in its eye. “May I take care of another little problem you seem to have, Master?” she asked, angling her head toward his rigid shaft.
“Not until I see how it feels to eat your hot, wet pussy without the beard and goatee in my way. Come here, let’s go to bed.”
He laid her on her back and came down over her, his huge cock head nudging her mouth while he spread her legs and dived between them with his shiny, hairless face. “I’m gonna eat you until you scream for mercy, but you can’t come until I say so.” His hot breath bathed her clit. “Good, your pussy’s already wet for me.”
When he raked his smooth chin over her slit it was all she could do to hold back, follow his orders.
His baby-soft scalp felt strange against her inner thighs, accustomed as she was to feeling his hair tickling her own smooth flesh. “Ooh,” she said, shifting to give him even more access to her tingling pussy.
He blew on her, made her shiver as he pressed his cock down her throat, filled her, made her swallow over and over against his massive organ. He tweaked the ring in her clit with his tongue then plunged it in and out of her vagina. She felt so full, so taken, because while he ate her pussy she felt the plug stretching her ass.
Raising his head, he reached and took out a vibrating dildo from the bag of toys she’d set on the nightstand beside the bed. “Your cunt wants this,” he growled as he inserted it and set it into motion. She felt as though she was going to die, right after she came. But she dared not give in to her body’s urgent demand for release. Had to wait for his permission. “I’m going to fuck your ass now. But first I’m gonna gag your delicious little mouth. I want you to imagine how it would feel to take three cocks at the same time.”
Julie didn’t have to imagine. Her ex-husband often had devised club scenes where three other Doms had fucked her while he’d fucked the ass of one or more of them. She’d wanted it because her only goal back then had been to please him. Now she wanted just as much—no, more—to pleasure Jimmy. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Master,” she said, looking him in the eye then opening her mouth so he could insert the cock-shaped gag. The straps he buckled tightly around her head bit into her hair, tugging at it, reminding her of her submission. Making her cunt throb with wild anticipation.
“Thank you, baby.” He put on a condom then turned her over, doggie style, and positioned her ass for his penetration. She felt a whoosh of air when he slid out the plug, then a cold, wet sensation as he packed lube into her rear. “I’ll go slow. The last thing I want is to hurt my precious slave.”
The broad, slippery head of his sheathed cock probed her asshole, stretching her painfully until he pressed beyond the sphincter muscle and slid a little at a tim
e into her ass. Not my ass—his, she thought, correcting herself as he seated his cock fully inside her rear hole. His smooth, heavy balls bounced against her cunt lips as he moved slowly and carefully.
Pressure built in her belly, spreading quickly through her nerves. She bit down on the gag while her cunt began to spasm around the vibrating dildo. It felt…incredible, milking him with her sphincter muscle until he groaned and tunneled his fingers through the hair at her nape.
“Oh, yeah. I’ll never leave you again for this long,” he muttered as his cock jerked inside her. She felt him coming in long, hard spurts even though he had on a condom, and the sensations set off another wave of orgasms that took over her body, made her mindless. A long time later she felt him pull out of her ass and replace the plug. Then he got up, strode into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth and a towel.
“Sleep, baby. We’re gonna need all our energy tomorrow. Dream about wearing my collar, becoming my very precious slave.”
* * * * *
Jimmy drove carefully on the narrow, two-lane road the following afternoon. Julie sat beside him, her head lowered as a slave’s should be. She’d acceded to his wishes and taken off her wisp-of-lace panties that she’d worn under her long wrap skirt, and to his request that she tie up her hair and put on the wig she’d wear home from the club later that night.
He loved her obedience. With or without her hair, with or without the shiny black, shoulder-length wig, she was gorgeous, a magnet for other men’s frank looks of admiration. Of lust that wasn’t going to do them any good because she was his. He sort of liked realizing he was the only guy who knew that her hair would soon be gone, sacrificed tonight for his sexual pleasure. And her own.
He took off his ball cap and rubbed a hand over his own freshly shaved head. It felt damn good. He did feel a little naked, though, without the mustache and goatee he’d worn for a few years, since his former teammates had unmercifully teased him as a rookie about his baby face.
Maybe he’d grow his own hair out, at least the mustache and goatee. He’d have to shave twice a day if he wanted to keep his chin and neck smooth. But if he had his way, Julie wouldn’t grow her hair back, at least not for long. It gave him—and her, he was sure—too much of a sexual thrill to know she was completely naked, totally hairless. But then he was itching to shave her himself, in scenes like the one he planned for tonight where he’d shear off her luxuriant black hair and shave her, revealing her gorgeous, perfect alabaster scalp. To do that, he’d have to let her grow her hair out between shavings. As much as it turned him on to imagine shaving her every day while she sucked his cock, he was also looking forward to running his fingers through the soft, downy growth, gauging whether or not she needed another shave. Even to having her grow her hair out to where it brushed her shoulders and then taking it from her and wrapping the silky strands around his cock.
He imagined different scenarios. Her on her knees sucking his cock while he sectioned her hair and clipped off the strands one by one. Her bound and gagged and pilloried while he fucked her sopping cunt and another sub shaved her for his pleasure. Them being shaved together by a couple of club submissives while…
He’d think more about that later. Meanwhile, two yards of diamonds on a thin gold chain that he’d bought last week felt warm in the pocket of his jeans. He imagined how they’d look, strung through chain loops attached to the gold collar he had in his duffle bag, and those tiny rings in her nipples and clit. That thought sent blood slamming into his cock. He willed it into submission. As much as he wanted to fuck Julie until neither of them could walk, he intended for them to get to know each other, too, without the heat of desire clouding their brains. As he turned off the highway onto the dirt road rutted by traffic from heavy construction equipment, he set her hand firmly onto her own slender thigh. “Later, baby.”
“Where are we going, Master?” She hadn’t said much so far, but now she looked around, saw they were bouncing along on the rutted one-lane driveway that paralleled the Intracoastal Waterway and offered occasional views of blue, foaming ocean through a curtain of pine trees, brambles and sea oats.
He lowered the windows, inhaled fresh, slightly salty air mingling with the smell of pine trees and musty soil. The smell of home. “My place.”
“You mean the house you’re having built?” She sounded confused.
He laughed. “Yes. I want to show it to you, see if you think you’ll like living there. I’ve been imagining you out on the deck, stark naked, working on your tan while I rub sunscreen on every inch of your body. Especially here…and here.” Reaching across the console, he tweaked her pussy and then tunneled his fingers behind the hair of her wig, seeking the sweet spot just above her hairline. “Can’t have all my personal playgrounds getting sunburned.”
She leaned her head against his hand then turned and kissed his palm. “That would never do. Could I rub some of that suntan lotion all over you, too?”
“You mean here?” He took her hand, brushed it over his head then laid it over his crotch. “See what it does to me, just thinking about touching you, claiming every inch of your luscious body?”
“I see. And I love having your huge, hard cock inside me. Everywhere.”
That last word, so fucking sexy sounding when she said it, almost made him say the hell with talking and on to taking her right here on the front seat of the Navigator. He pulled up in front of his almost-finished house and started to reach for her. When a faint, whining sound drew his attention to the ground below an unfinished deck, he stopped in midair and looked for the source of the sound.
“Oh, no. Can we help her?” Julie obviously spotted the same thing that drew his attention, and she was out the door and headed toward a scruffy-looking mutt huddled at the corner of the deck closest to a steel support beam.
“Careful, baby, it may bite.” From the sound of its plaintive cries he guessed the dog must be in a lot of pain, and he worried that it might attack out of fear. Jimmy opened the door and slid out, moving fast to get in front of Julie but trying not to startle the dog with any sudden movement. He felt Julie right behind him before he saw her out of the corner of his eye.
“Look. It’s hurt.”
Jimmy saw damp blood matting the dog’s hip. “I see.” He spoke softly, trying to reassure it as he moved closer. “It’s okay, we just want to help you.”
“Do you think somebody hit it with a car?” She spoke softly and moved slowly, her gaze fixed on the muddy pooch that was feebly trying to lift its head. When the dog looked up at them, pain evident in its dull, brown eyes, Julie knelt before he could stop her. “It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.”
Jimmy held his breath until he was confident the dog wasn’t about to hurt Julie. Then he moved in, got a good look at the wound and pulled out his cell phone. “Our friend here needs a vet, fast.”
* * * * *
Julie hadn’t had a dog since she was a kid, but she loved them. From the seriousness in Jimmy’s tone when he spoke to a vet and the care with which he lifted the dog into the back of his SUV, she gathered he was an animal lover, too. Almost as though the dog, whom he decided to call Missy, was a beloved family member, they waited in the vet’s waiting room while he set her broken hind leg and checked her for internal injuries.
“What kind of dog do you think she is?”
Jimmy shrugged. “Part beagle, maybe. Or Jack Russell terrier. I’m not sure. I am going to take her, though, if she pulls through. Somebody must have dumped her on the road before she got hit by a car. I figure since she found my place, she decided it ought to be her home.”
“I won’t tell a soul, but for a big, bad football player you’re a real softie.” She smiled at him, certain not just any guy would have scrapped his plans for the day to help an animal, much less plan to give the dog a home. “I’m glad. I’m an animal lover, too.”
An hour or so later, when the vet came out, Jimmy stood. “How is she?”
“She should be f
ine other than a limp that may or may not go away. I put in two pins that will need to come out in about three weeks. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep her here a couple of days to be sure there are no internal injuries that haven’t shown up. Somebody dumped her out of a moving car, looks like.”
Poor Missy. From the way Jimmy looked, he’d like to strangle whoever had treated a helpless animal like that. “Yeah. You keep her as long as you need to. And do what needs doing. Don’t skimp with her. I’ll take care of your bill.”
When they shook hands, Julie got up. “Can we see her?”
“Tomorrow. If you two are going to keep her, you should visit her while she’s here, give her the chance to get to know you. You know, the world needs a few more good Samaritans in it.”
Obviously the vet thought they were a couple. Julie felt as if they were, at least during this minor crisis. She smiled up at Jimmy.
“We’ll be by early tomorrow to see Missy.” He included her, which gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.
Chapter Six
“We’ll go see the house tomorrow, baby. I’m sorry we had to change our plans for a lazy day before the big night, but it’s getting to be time now for us to head to the Rebels’ Roost. We can change there, and you can shave me again before our scene—at least my face. I can feel the five o’clock shadow on my chin, already.”
She brushed her fingers across his scalp and over his chin and throat as he drove back toward the ocean. “Mmmm. I see another reason you usually wear the goatee and mustache.”
Excitement coursed through Julie. He’d told her they would dress each other in the body harnesses Jimmy had bought and put their clothes on over them. But now they’d have to do it at the dungeon she could barely wait to see. Between Jimmy and Susan, they’d piqued her curiosity about a dungeon where only the interested members of the Rebels’ extended family were welcome.
“Your safe word will be ‘emerald’,” he told her. “This is a very private dungeon. Every member is connected with the Rebels in one way or another, and all of us get tested every sixty days, so nobody needs to worry about disease. Before we get there I need to tell you a few teammates are…like your ex. Some will be there tonight. They’ll have Dommes with them. The three in our group—the Domme and her sub husband and the other male in their threesome—may be there tonight, or they may not. They aren’t out of the closet, though. It wouldn’t go over at all if they were, because pro football’s full of all kinds but especially a bunch of macho homophobes. You may see Coach Zanardi and Susan, too. As for other Rebels, you probably won’t know them since you don’t strike me as exactly the world’s most ardent football fan.”