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

by Melinda DuChamp

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jack wore a goofy smile. He looked at Jezzy. His cock twitched.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Jezzy said.

  Role-playing, huh? Maybe there was something to this.

  Bo tapped Jack’s erection with her shepherd’s crook.

  Jack jumped, then moaned.

  “Did you like that, you dirty boy?” Bo cooed at him.

  “Yes. Wow, I really—”

  Bo Peep swung out, lightning fast, and smacked Jack again, this time harder.

  “OUCH!” Strung up and helpless, he stared at her in shock. “What the hell?”

  “What do you say?”

  “Oh. I’m sorry, Mistress. Yes, Mistress.”

  Jezebel watched, wide-eyed, and despite her better judgment, a little aroused. The scene before her was strange and frightening, and yet along with the pleasant buzz and weight of the nipple clamps, she was getting very turned on.

  And judging from the exuberance of Jack’s erection, it was obvious he was enjoying himself as well.

  Jezzy and Jack had dabbled in a few of these games before. A paddle here, some fur-lined handcuffs there, but they’d never taken it very far. Still she knew Jack liked a good smack on his backside. She opened her mouth to inform Bo of this then bit back the urge. Better to see how things went first. Bo seemed to like being in control, and if Jezzy wasn’t careful, she’d end up cuffed and paddled herself.

  Surprised, she realized the thought excited her. In fact, she felt heat pooling in her nether region and powerful stirrings of arousal deep inside.

  Bo pulled at the handle of her shepherd’s crook and what emerged was a long, black whip.

  “What’s that?” Jack asked her, his face alarmed.

  “It’s a whip, my dear Jack.” Bo gave the whip a practice crack in the air then snapped it at Jack’s thigh.

  Jack jumped. “Ow! What was that for?”

  “You forgot to call me Mistress. Twice.” Bo snapped the whip down again, quick and sharp.

  “Mistress! Mistress!” Jack bawled.

  Bo smiled, walking around to look in Jack’s face, her bustier creaking. “That’s better.”

  Jack appeared momentarily fearful then his hard root bounced and twitched before Bo. A loopy smile spread over his face.

  “It is true. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

  Bo used the whip’s handle to toy with Jack. She pushed his member down, and it bobbed back up eagerly. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy, what?”

  “Mistress!”

  Jezebel imagined herself in front of Jack with the whip. All of that power. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh, and she felt her eyes droop lustily. Her pussy was slippery with her juices and she could smell her own musk.

  Snapping her fingers, Bo said, “Lower him.”

  Bippity flicked a switch and the overhead chains began to unwind. Jack’s weight pulled him downward until he was leaning back at a fifteen degree angle, most of his weight on his wrists, staring up at the ceiling. When the top of his head was level with the bare V between her legs, Bo snapped her fingers.

  Bippity flipped the switch to stop the chains. Stepping forward so that Jack’s mouth was between her thighs, Bo jutted her hips forward. “Lick me.”

  Jack’s tongue snaked out and he flicked it quickly over Bo’s pink nub.

  Jezebel couldn’t look away. Warm, slippery nectar was dampening her inner thighs as she squeezed her legs tightly together. Her breasts felt heavy with the clips, her nipples pulsing. She felt a warm flush move over her skin.

  She glanced around the playroom, growing frustrated. This sitting here, watching Jack again as she had at the country club, was driving her crazy. Professional or not, she yearned to be part of what was going on. Since Jack was busy with Bo, maybe she could locate Boppity again. Or Bippity. Or both of them at once.

  “Slower and harder,” Bo said, her voice husky.

  Jack gave a moan as he sucked her pleasure nub between his lips. His face moved in little circles as he played.

  Jezebel could see Jack’s chin become slick with Bo’s juices, and her clit twitched. She wanted release more than anything and closed her eyes, wishing that she were the one standing over his mouth.

  Bo grabbed Jack’s face and ground her pussy into him. “Harder, naughty boy!”

  Jack’s face pressed firmly into Bo’s crotch, and she rode his face. His hips started moving, humping the air below him, and his cock strained forward toward his belly. His abs rippled with tension, and a thin sheen of perspiration beaded his body.

  Jezebel found herself panting lightly. Her cheeks heated with what she was certain was a furious blush. She was so wet now that she was sure she would come if she watched much more of this. Her hungry pussy quavered and her nipples sang. Tension balled deep in her lower abdomen.

  “Yes!” Bo shuddered and quaked, and screamed with pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and by the time her vocalizations ended, Jezebel was so envious of her release, she almost walked over and tried out Jack herself.

  If only…

  Recovering from her multiple pleasures, Bo snapped her fingers. “Hot wax.”

  “Waaamph?” Jack said with a mouth full of pussy.

  “It hurts. But you’ll like it. I promise,” Bo said.

  Boppity brought a tall, scarlet, burning candle to Bo, who lowered the candle over Jack’s chest and tipped it slightly so that a single drop fell onto his nipple.

  Jack yelped, his hips thrusting upward. He whimpered, but it was a whimper of desire. Jezebel had heard it before, when she had teased him relentlessly one night with an hour long blow job, getting him close but not letting him come. She remembered it well, every second, and if she closed her eyes, Jezzy could almost feel Jack’s length against her tongue.

  Moving her hand over slightly, Bo tipped the candle again and another drop fell, this time onto Jack’s other nipple.

  Again he yelped, then plunged his hips upward, “Oh, Mistress! I’m going to come!”

  “No, you may not!” Bo brought the whip down on Jack’s legs.

  Jack groaned. But he didn’t come.

  Pretty neat trick, Jez thought. Pain to temper the pleasure.

  Bo released his face and stepped back. “You are a terribly naughty boy. A dirty boy. And now, it’s time for your next punishment.”

  “Oh, yes Mistress,” Jack said.

  “Time for a paddling.”

  Jezzy almost groaned. Jack enjoyed a spanking, and Jez had to admit she did as well. She had no idea how she’d get through this without giving in and touching herself.

  Bo called to her henchmen. “Lift him up again.”

  Bippity flicked a switch and there was a loud hum as Jack’s body was righted and he was once again vertical.

  Jezzy shivered. Closing her eyes, she imagined what was coming next, yet instead of Bo holding the whip, she pictured herself in the Domme’s place, smacking him with a paddle, the way she’d done when they were dating. Watching him moan and grow unbearably hot and hard because of her.

  “Time out!” Jack called.

  Jezebel’s eyes snapped open.

  “Excuse me?” Bo propped one hand on her hip. With the other, she raised her whip, ready to strike. “Time out, what?”

  “Mistress! I beg your mercy, Mistress. I’m enjoying this greatly, but since this is kind of my search for the perfect wife, I’d like my matchmaker’s professional input here.”

  Jezebel lifted her brows. What in hell was he doing?

  “Very well,” Bo said.

  Jack shot her one of his mischievous smiles. “Jezzy, show Mistress Bo how you paddled me in Paris.”

  Jezebel’s heart gave a little jump. It was just what she’d been thinking about, just what she’d been wishing for. Now was her chance. Perhaps her last chance. She may never get to paddle Jack again.

  “May I, Mistress?” she asked Bo, expectant.

  “You may.”

  Jez stood on shaky legs and approached.

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��Choose from the wall. There are many paddles, and other devices to play with,” Bo’s eyes were practically glittering.

  Jezebel chose a long, oval paddle from the wall, similar to the one they’d used before.

  “Spit on the paddle, Jezebel. The moisture makes the pain more intense.”

  Jezzy did as instructed and then approached Jack. She swung, but pulled back a little at the last second, and the paddle hit with a light smack.

  “That’s how Jack liked to be paddled in Paris?” Bo threw her head back and laughed. “That was so light, it was barely worth doing.”

  Jezebel flushed with embarrassment. “I… I was just warming up.”

  “You can do it, Jez,” Jack called.

  Not about to be laughed at by a client, Jezebel drew back and swung hard. The paddle went CRACK! against Jack’s ass, sending vibrations up Jezzy’s arm and a thrill through her whole body. She was so excited she could hardly stand up straight.

  This time Jack groaned.

  “Ask her for another,” Bo commanded.

  “Please, Jezebel, may I have another?”

  Taking a cue from Bo’s nod, Jez smacked him again. Jack groaned even louder.

  Bo circled around to Jack’s front. She brought the handle of her whip to his face.

  “Suck it, slave.”

  Jack opened his mouth and took the whip handle between his lips. When Bo nodded, Jezebel landed another blow on his bottom, and he moved his mouth forward onto the handle.

  “So, you say that you’ve been a naughty boy?”

  Bo thrust the handle in and out of Jack’s mouth. At the same time, she tugged roughly on his erection.

  “Mmmmph,” Jack replied.

  “Good.” Bo pulled the handle out of his mouth, then wrapped the whip’s thong around his stiff shaft and yanked it taut.

  Jack moaned. His pelvis thrust forward, pulled by Bo.

  Jezebel didn’t want to be outdone. If this was her last chance to paddle Jack, she wanted to enjoy every last second, and Bo was stealing her thunder with her infernal whip.

  Well, Jezebel would show her! She brought her hand back and swung it toward Jack’s ass as hard as she could, then followed up with a series of quick, bold smacks.

  “Oooooh yes!” Jack bucked his hips forward.

  Encouraged, Jezzy landed several more smacks to his reddening ass cheeks, fast and furious.

  Jack moaned again. “Oh, hells, yes!”

  Jezebel’s inner walls clenched with want, and she was now so wet she could feel her warm nectar dripping down her legs. Her breasts swayed, heavy with the vibrating clamps. Her blood thrummed in her ears, as loud as Jack’s grunts.

  This Domme stuff was fun. But the pulsing of her pussy was maddening. The spanking seemed to be making matters worse rather than better. Jezebel had never seen Jack’s manhood so hard. The erection looked painful, reaching upward, bobbing back and forth. The head was almost purple.

  “Go ahead, Jezebel. Try something else,” Bo said. “I’m sure this slave will enjoy whatever you dish out.”

  Jezebel walked over to the wall and perused a section of oddly shaped light bulbs.

  “What are these?”

  Bo smiled, looked at the objects with lusty eyes. “Those are violet wands. They emit a small electrical charge. A shock, like when you touch something metal after rubbing your feet on the carpeting. They can be quite stimulating.”

  Jezebel chose a wand with a large ball on the end. “This one looks like fun.”

  “It’s one of my favorites,” Bo said.

  Jezzy walked over and stood in front of Jack, flicking the button on the wand’s handle. It glowed purple. Jack seemed both enthused and worried at the same time.

  “How much is this going to hurt?” he asked.

  “Show him,” Bo ordered.

  Jez reached out and touched the wand to Jack’s belly. There was a spark and a snapping sound.

  “Uuhh!” Jack flinched away from the shock.

  A thrill coursed through Jezzy’s whole body, and her pussy spasmed.

  She held the wand to his chest, a little longer than she had with his belly. It buzzed and sparked.

  “Aaaaaaah!” Jack cried, humping his hips once again.

  “You like that?” Jezzy cooed. “Bad boy?”

  Jack’s face seemed panicked, but at the same time his hips strained toward her.

  “Touch it to his prick,” Bo said.

  “Is that what you’d like, Jack?” Jezebel moved her face next to his, close enough to kiss him. “Should I shock your cock?”

  Jack’s face contorted. In pain? In desire? In desperation?

  “Answer her, slave,” Bo ordered, releasing the whip from his manhood and cracking it against his backside.

  Jack cried out. Then he whispered, “Yes.”

  Jezebel reached the violet wand downward and gave Jack’s rock hard rod a small zap.

  Jack yelped, then shuddered. His breath came in gasps. He looked up at Jezzy, his face filled with longing.

  “Oh, Mistress, please let me come.”

  Jezzy forgot that they were role playing. Looking into his eyes, seeing his need, she immediately reached for his member and began to stroke. “Yes. I will let—”

  Bo snatched the violet wand from Jezebel.

  “That is enough! How dare you take over and allow him to call you Mistress? I am the Mistress! You are merely a guest!” She snapped her fingers. “Bippity! Boppity! Lock this naughty girl in the pillory. I believe she needs to learn her place!”

  Panic shot through Jezebel. Her heart batted against her ribcage like a butterfly in a jar.

  “Wait! I’m sorry, Mistress! This isn’t about me, it’s about finding Jack a wife!”

  Bo laughed. “You were quite enjoying your participation just a moment ago. There is no turning back for you, Jezebel. So suck it up, buttercup.”

  Bippity and Boppity each took Jezebel by an arm and led her to the pillory; a wooden framework with holes cut into it for locking head and hands.

  The contraption was barbaric!

  It was positively medieval!

  This whole scenario had spun out of control!

  So why aren’t I stopping it right now?

  Shock and dread ripped through Jezebel, while at the same time, her body hummed with new excitement. She’d be completely and utterly helpless in the pillory stock. Bippity and Boppity could have their way with her, and she would be powerless to stop them.

  Bo could spank her and whip her and shock her, and she would be powerless to stop her.

  Jack could…

  Jack could do whatever he wants to me.

  Oh, my.

  Bo’s brutes bent Jez forward, placing her neck and hands into the holes, and then they lowered the top and locked it into place.

  The wood felt hard and cold against her throat and wrists. Jezebel tried moving, but only succeeded in limited wiggles. Because she was leaning forward, her bottom and pussy were completely exposed to Bippity and Boppity behind her. Shame reddened her face.

  It was just as she’d imagined. They could do anything they wanted, she couldn’t even see behind her. She was completely helpless.

  “Perfect!” Bo said, her voice dripping with malicious intent. “Now to select a paddle.”

  Even though she’d been spanked before and enjoyed it, Jezzy was seized by a very real fear of the pain to come. She tensed her butt, closed her eyes, waiting for the blows to rain down.

  Instead something moved lightly over her folds, then settled on her clit and pressed. Jezebel gasped, the sensation was so pleasurable she almost begged for it never to stop. She realized it was the handle of a paddle.

  Bippity? Boppity? Bo? Jezzy couldn’t tell.

  “Just look at you, naughty girl,” Bo’s voice said behind her. “You’re so swollen and wet, I bet you’d beg for any man to fuck you right now. Isn’t that right?”

  Jezebel squeezed her eyes shut, the idea of a cock filling her, driving into her while
she was helplessly detained was exciting beyond words.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Or maybe something other than a man.”

  The paddle handle slid into her, and Jezzy’s breath caught in her throat. Slick with her juices, it moved deeper, poking in little downward movements, right against Jezzy’s g-spot.

  A tremble of need claimed her. “Oh!”

  She tilted her hips upward, trying to open herself wider, to take the handle deeper inside. But as soon as she did, the paddle withdrew.

  Jezzy let out a whimper and bit her lip, not wanting to beg and humiliate herself further in front of Jack.

  I’m in such a pickle.

  Hell, right now I’d be happy to be fucked by a pickle.

  Anything would do.

  Friction of any kind.

  A tongue.

  A hand.

  A strong breeze.

  Anything!

  “You look so hot right now, Jez,” Jack said. “All I can think about is having my way with you, making you scream with pleasure.”

  Although Jezebel could not see Jack, the rough passion in his voice sent shivers of need quavering through her. She could picture his face, filled with passion, and his steely, jerking cock reaching for her.

  In fact, she was so caught up in Jack that she’d forgotten that she was to be paddled as well. So when the first smack came, it was a surprise.

  Jezebel squeaked, shocked. The sting on her bottom felt hot, then warm, and her clit quivered.

  Another smack with the paddle, harder than before.

  Jezzy cried out, her face burning with humiliation. She’d never been in this kind of position before. Spanked in front of people. Locked helpless in a pillory. Her legs trembled, her pussy clenching.

  The spanking came harder, faster. One. Two. Three. Jezebel yelped and squealed, her bottom searing, her nipples buzzing. Her sensitive breasts swung heavy, and each time her nipple clips clacked against the pillory, she felt an extra zing of pleasure.

  She was so drenched now, she was certain that everyone could see her juices running down her legs, her opening spasming, eager to be filled.

  “Boppity, release Jack. I want him to punish Jezebel.” Bo’s voice sounded far away.

  From the corner of her eyes, Jezebel saw Jack being led, staggering, to stand in front of her. He took a moment to get his feet under him, then his lovely, thick cock was flexing right in front of her face.