Fifty Shades of Puss in Boots (The Fifty Shades Of Jezebel Trilogy Book 2)

by Melinda DuChamp

  Jack appeared to be at a total loss. He looked at Jezzy, his eyes searching hers. Jez kept her face neutral.

  “I’m sure it was nothing,” Jezebel said. She was so flushed, and so horny, and so confused, she just wanted to get away.

  “No, no, wait.” Jack held up a hand. “Um, uh, Jez, would you show Snow White how I like to be kissed?” He turned to Snow. “Not that I didn’t enjoy your kisses, Snow. But this is pretty interesting. I think you might like it.”

  “I’m always ready to learn something new. Especially if it means our wedding kiss will be extra special.”

  Jezzy froze. She wasn’t sure what Jack was up to, but kissing him would be just…

  Would be just…

  Dreamy.

  No, no, too much. Kissing him would be way too much, when his heart and cock clearly belonged to Snow White. When Jezzy was far too close to losing control as it was.

  “Just a few pointers, if you will,” Jack said. He no longer looked like the suave billionaire who had it all together. Instead, he looked like the boy she used to love.

  “I— I—” Jezebel sputtered. She felt herself flush. Her feet were rooted to the ground. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

  She felt like a deer in the headlights.

  She felt like a fraud.

  Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. A large lump rose in her throat.

  “Jez?” Jack’s face crinkled.

  “I’m… I’m sorry. Please excuse me.” She whirled and ran for the gate.

  Jezebel ran behind a grove of apple trees not far from the green. She swiped at her eyes, angry at the tears that had sprung from them. Angry with herself.

  “Great, Jez. You just blew the whole job,” she muttered.

  What’s wrong with me?

  She heard a giggle and peeked from around the apple tree she hid behind. Snow White was still smiling as Jack leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

  And then Jezzy knew.

  This had nothing to do with Snow White.

  It had nothing to do with matchmaking at all.

  Jezebel still cared for Jack. She’d made a big mistake breaking up with him, and now there was nothing to do except to watch him marry someone else.

  New tears filled her eyes and Jezebel ran. She ran until she came to the gate. She quickly retrieved her clothes and her tablet computer, and then she urgently punched the buzzer. “Rumpleforeskin! I need to be let out, please!”

  But Rumpleforeskin didn’t answer.

  “Rumpleforeskin!” Jezzy shouted, annoyance raising her tone.

  “What? Who is this?” came the little man’s voice from the intercom.

  “It’s Jezebel.”

  “It can’t be Jezebel. She’s in the back of my golf cart.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m at the gate.”

  “But how did… Witch! You command the damned powers of teleportation! Cursed you shall be to the flames of hell!”

  “You fell asleep. I walked.”

  “I didn’t fall asleep. I recall every single moment. Jack Horner and Snow White, having sex. The two-headed dragon with diamonds for eyes who gave me a magic milkshake.”

  “That was a dream.”

  “But the milkshake seemed so real. I don’t want to live in a world without magic milkshakes. They’re so magical.”

  “Are you letting me out or what?’

  “Give me five minutes.”

  “Jezebel!” Jack shouted from behind her. Breathless, he caught up with her. “What’s wrong?”

  “N-nothing.” Jezebel took a breath and straightened, composing herself. Still, she had trouble looking into his eyes.

  Jack gently touched her arm. “Jez, I hired you for your comprehensive service, including the sexual portion. If there’s something getting in the way of that, please let me know.” He paused. “Is there something getting in the way of you working for me?”

  Jezebel lifted her gaze to Jack’s concerned face. His eyes questioned hers. For a moment she imagined that they held a note of hope. Of desire. Of feelings.

  For her.

  Of course, any hint of feelings were only in her head. She was seeing what she wanted to see. Why would Jack hire her to find him a wife if he wanted her back?

  “Your eyes are red and watery, Jezebel. You’ve been crying. Tell me what has you so upset.”

  She gave her head a mental shake and took a deep, shaky breath. “Allergies. I’m allergic to peonies.”

  “Allergy” Jack titled his head, a skeptical look on his face. “There aren’t any peonies around here.”

  “Not true. I just saw your peonies plunge into Snow White.”

  Nice recovery. Hide your feelings with a joke. Now finish this. It’s your job. Be a pro.

  Jezebel took a deep breath and let it out. It was done between her and Jack. Over. She was the one who had dumped him, and now he was moving on. She would go to the ball tonight, watch him announce his engagement to Snow White, and smile even though her heart was shattering into a million pieces.

  “Yeah,” he said, face drooping. “About that. I… I don’t think she’s the one, Jez.”

  Jezebel was shocked by the pronouncement. “What? Why? You two seemed to be hitting it off fabulously.”

  Jack waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t want a country club wife, Jez. Right after we finished she had to immediately go take another bath. So stuck on being the fairest of them all. That’s not for me.”

  Jezebel wasn’t sure how to react. Any personal satisfaction she felt was negated by her professional disappointment.

  “But you were ninety-six percent compatible.”

  “Nice lady. Good looking. Great sex. But I can’t be with someone who will never eat spaghetti because she might get messy.”

  “What about your spaghetti smoothie solution?”

  “That’s idiotic. I just said that to get laid.”

  Jez smiled a little. That sounded more like the old, poor Jack, not the Bean King.

  “Okay. Snow White is off the list.”

  “So who is next?”

  Jezzy’s smiled waned, but she pulled out her tablet computer and looked up the next candidate. “I have just the woman for you, and my algorithm shows that she’s ninety-seven percent compatible.”

  “And who is this mystery woman?”

  “Let’s just say that where there’s a wool, there’s a way.”

  Jack cracked a smile. “Oh. I get it. You’re setting me up with Little Bo-Peep. I’ve heard of her.”

  “Is that why you have that sheepish grin?”

  “Looks like we’re going from golf jokes to sheep jokes.”

  “You’re paying me well, Mr. Horner. I certainly wouldn’t want to fleece you out of your money.”

  “Let’s see, I can go with a seen not herd joke, or talk about going on the lamb, or we could just flock to Bo-Peep’s right now.”

  “That would be best. I’m getting tired of these puns.”

  “Me, too. When’s the next sex scene?”

  “Hopefully very soon.” Jezebel winked. “Ewe just have to be patient.”

  A Visit to Little Bo-Peep

  By the time they reached the home of Little Bo-Peep, Jezebel’s emotions were under control, and her mind was focused back where it should be—on finding Jack a wife—despite the motorcycle’s delicious vibrations still tickling her nether regions.

  The house was a lovely pink cottage, complete with a white picket fence and tiny blue flowers dotting the front.

  “Lovely place,” Jezzy observed.

  “It’s a little tame, for my taste.” Jack looked at the house, doubt in his face.

  “Just give it a chance,” Jezzy said. “Sometimes people will surprise you.”

  Jezebel rang the doorbell. Bo-Peep came to the door in a pink ruffled dress with puffy sleeves. She wore white boots, and tawny curls tumbled out from beneath a blue bonnet. In one hand she carried a white shepherd’s crook.

  “Well, hello. You m
ust be Jezebel and Jack. I’m Bo-Peep. My friends just call me Bo. Please, come in.”

  Jack stared at Bo for a moment, then slid a side long look to Jezebel. Covertly he shot her an eyeroll followed by an exaggerated yawn. He looked like he wanted to bolt.

  “Thank you,” Jezebel said. She grabbed Jack by the sleeve and tugged him through the doorway with her.

  Bo’s puffy dress made swishing sounds as she walked, her boot heels clicking on the floor.

  “I thought we could get to know each other a little better in the activity room.”

  “I bet she’s going to offer us milk and cookies.” Jack whispered. “And I feel like tossing my cookies. Right now.”

  “Do you trust me or not?”

  Jack’s gaze was so intense it made her knees feel bendy. “I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”

  “Then give her a chance.”

  Jez also suspected Bo was a bad match. The shepherdess was sweet, no doubt too tame for Jack’s tastes. For the life of her, Jez didn’t know what went wrong. Her computer had shown the match to be very strong.

  Bad data? Faulty programming? Or had someone just pulled the wool over the computer’s eyes?

  *That’s the last sheep joke. We swear.

  Still, Jezzy had to let this play out. Jack wasn’t her only client. Bo was one, too. And first impressions don’t always matter. The heart tends to find its own level. All it takes is getting to know someone.

  Dropping back to whisper in Jack’s ear, she said, “Play nice. If it’s not working out, I’ll make sure this is short.”

  Bo stopped and glanced behind her. “The activity room? Does that sound okay?”

  Jez plastered a smile to her lips. “It sounds lovely, Bo.”

  Bo led Jack and Jezebel down a red spiral stair case. Then down a corridor with several doors along each wall. She stopped in front of one door and turned, smiling beatifically at Jack and Jezzy. “Are you ready?”

  “Um, sure,” Jack said.

  “Yes,” Jezzy said.

  “Then I have just one question for you,” Bo said.

  “Chocolate chip,” Jack answered.

  Jezebel elbowed Jack and offered Bo a smile. “What’s the question, Bo?”

  The sweet young woman opened the door and stood in front of the doorway. “My question is, have you been naughty?”

  She stepped aside. A nude man stood just inside the doorway, looking meek.

  “I’ve been waiting, Mistress Bo.”

  Bo-Peep reared her foot back, and then kicked the man square between the legs.

  The man screamed, dropped to his knees, and cupped his privates.

  “What the—?” Jack said, taking a step back.

  “Just wait for it,” Bo said.

  The man moaned and groaned, and then wept. “Thank you, Mistress!”

  Jezebel lifted her brows.

  “Would you like another?” Bo asked the man.

  The man groaned, then removed his hands from his manhood. Bo gave his goods a harsh stomp.

  “Thank you, Mistress!” he howled.

  The man crawled past Jezebel and Jack, moaning in apparent agony.

  “I forgot about that appointment. Good thing he’s easy to take care of. Pays me a mint, too,” Bo winked. “Please, come in.”

  Jack and Jezebel glanced at each other but didn’t move.

  “Are you coming or not?” prodded Bo.

  Jezebel stepped through the door first, Jack following. The floor beneath her boots was spongey, padded with something akin to wrestling mats. There was an X shaped frame along one wall, a pillory straight from the 1400s, and various tables and machines that Jezebel could only imagine the uses for.

  There were also other devices. Handcuffs and shackles by the dozens. Chains, whips, and paddles. Dildos of all sizes and colors, as well as blindfolds and gags and feathers and candles.

  “I wasn’t aware you run a sex toy shop, Bo.”

  A sudden, loud ripping sound made both Jack and Jezebel jump and turn toward Bo.

  She’d ripped her dress open, which clearly had hidden Velcro openings, and the sweet, fluffy concoction was now puddled on the floor. Bo stood before them, lean and sinewy in a black leather corset, which lifted her bare breasts up and thrust them forward. Her nipples jutted straight out; each pierced and decorated with hoops.

  Bo’s caramel hair curled in wild, cork screw ringlets all around her head. She wore open-crotch leather boy shorts, showcasing her shaved pussy, and the glinting silver barbell through the hood of her clit.

  “This is my playroom. And these are my play clothes.” She did a twirl, spinning on the white boots, which were laced in a crisscross pattern all up the backs of her legs.

  Jack gazed at Bo, his mouth hanging open.

  Jezebel found her voice. “You didn’t mention this in your Playing With Matches online application.”

  “Sure I did. I said I was into role-playing games.”

  “I thought that meant Dungeons & Dragons.”

  “I don’t know about dragons. But I am into dungeons. And bondage. And discipline. And sadism. And masochism. And dominance. And submission. Among other things. Right now we’re role-playing. I’m the mistress, and you’ll address me as such. You’re my slaves.”

  Bo pushed Jack down on a leather chaise lounge that was shaped like a rollercoaster.

  “You’re not going to kick me in the nuts, are you?” Jack asked her.

  “That’s a highly specialized service that I provide at an extremely high price, although I’m sure you can afford it. Would you like to try?”

  Jack cupped his hands over his crotch. “No, thanks. Not today.”

  “Maybe another time, then.” She stood before him, almost straddling the odd chair and jutting her pelvis forward, her crotch inches from his face. “There are other games we can play.”

  Jack seemed uncharacteristically nervous, but the bulge in his pants told a different story.

  “What kind of games are we talking about?”

  “Are you sure you both want to explore this?” Jezzy asked. She’d never discussed this type of sex play with Jack, and somehow her algorithm hadn’t detected this propensity in Bo.

  Bo turned her shepherd’s crook upside down and used the curved end to gently tap at Jack’s erection. “It looks to me like Jack would like to stay. Wouldn’t you, Jack?”

  “Oh, yes,” Jack murmured, looking at Bo’s pussy and licking his lips.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Bo smiled, her bowtie lips parting to reveal startlingly white teeth. “Good. Then we’ll begin.” She swished her cane over their heads. “Time for you to undress.”

  Jack lost no time unbuttoning his shirt.

  “You too, Jezebel,” Bo said, the tone in her voice reminding Jezzy of a patient preschool teacher correcting recalcitrant children. “We all need to wear our play clothes in the playroom.”

  “But we don’t have any play clothes with us,” Jezzy pointed out.

  “If Jack didn’t bring play clothes, he’ll just have to be naked.”

  Jezzy turned to Jack and found he’d already stripped down to his boxer briefs, his hard-on stretching the fabric to its limit.

  “And me?” Jezzy asked.

  “You can keep those boots on.”

  Although there seemed to be no real reason for Jezzy to undress if her facilitation services weren’t needed, Bo seemed to have a strong idea of how she wanted to proceed. So giving a shrug, Jez started unbuttoning her blouse and stripping off her skirt, all the while watching Jack ditch the underwear, his cock surging free.

  Eyeing Jack’s endowment as well, Bo gave an appreciative moan, her crimson mouth stretching into a devilish smile. “Bippity! Boppity!”

  Two enormous men walked through a hidden door in the velvet-covered wall, each so tall he had to bend low to fit through. They wore nothing except black leather masks and several strategic piercings, and they were both so muscular they had
to be professional body builders.

  In unison, they said, “Yes, Mistress?”

  “Bippity, chain Jack’s wrists to the ceiling, above his head.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Bippity said.

  He led Jack under the support beam and shackled his wrists above him.

  “Now a spreader bar for his legs.”

  Bippity chose a steel bar from the wall, roughly a meter long with a shackle on each end. He put one on each of Jack’s ankles and forced his legs apart so Jack stood spread-eagled, his member poking straight out. The center of the bar was then fixed to the floor with another chain.

  “Bobbity, outfit Jezebel with my special nipple clamps.”

  “Oh,” Jezzy said, her nipples peaking at the delicious thought. She had been aching to be touched for what seemed like forever. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “Please take a seat on the sex chair.” She motioned to the rollercoaster inspired chaise lounge.

  Jezzy took a seat. Now that she knew it was a sex chair, her imagination immediately began conjuring up uses for the contours of furniture such as this.

  Boppity gathered the clamps, then knelt beside her. He covered her breasts with his big mitts, fondling and caressing, cupping and pinching.

  It all felt marvelous, but Jezzy wasn’t sure his actions had anything to do with applying nipple clamps.

  “Boppity?” Bo reprimanded. “Quit feeling up our guest. If you do a good job, maybe you can have your way with her later.”

  Jezzy gave the masked Boppity a little smile. She didn’t mind the thought of this man mountain plunging into her, if that was what this meeting required.

  All part of the job, right?

  She looked back at Jack. Smiling as if he’d just won the lottery, he watched Jezzy, as if drinking in her nudity with his eyes.

  A shiver seated itself between her legs. When she felt the weight of the clamps pinch one nipple then the other, she gasped. Tight as clothespins, but not so tight they ached. Then they began to vibrate, sending delicious sensations through her breasts, tendrils of delight shivering over her skin.

  “Oh, this is lovely, Bo.”

  Bo glanced from Jez to Jack. “When I address either of you, you say ‘yes, Mistress’. Is that clear?”