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

by Melinda DuChamp

  Jezebel looked upward into his eyes, and what she saw there was such a turn on. Jack was not only having fun, but he was having the time of his life. He was, indeed, having the joyful, wonderful sexual escapade she’d promised. Jez had helped to bring him out of his comfort zone, show him something new, and he was loving it.

  “Violate her mouth!” Bo shouted.

  Jack moved forward, pressing his rigid manhood between Jezebel’s lips.

  Eagerly she took him inside, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. He moved his hips, thrusting deeper, and she stroked her tongue along his underside.

  Jack moaned, his hips moving faster.

  Jezebel sucked, unable to get enough of him. Her entire existence in that moment was accepting Jack’s cock deep into her mouth, into her throat, swallowing over it, wishing, wanting him to spill his juices into her. The paddle came down again, the sting entwining with pleasure, and a spasm of delight began deep inside.

  “Enough!” Bo’s harsh voice shrieked. “Jack, step back. Neither of you are allowed to come without my permission.”

  Jack withdrew from her mouth, and Jezzy almost cried.

  Bo came into view before Jezebel. Her breasts jutted forward, nipples pink and protruding. She stopped with her legs slightly spread, her shaved pussy in front of Jezzy’s face, silver hoop glinting.

  “Bop!” Bo yelled. “Press a vibrator against her. Directly on her clitoris. We’ll teach you a lesson yet, you scrappy little nympho.”

  Boppity knelt beside her, feeling her up again. Jezebel bit her lip. She was already so hot, she didn’t know if she could hold off climaxing until Bo gave permission.

  As if reading her mind, Bo said, “If you come, Jezebel, I’ll keep you and Jack here all weekend.”

  “But the Prince’s Ball!”

  “You can forget about the ball. I’ll make you stay here and mop my floors, and…” Bo trailed off. “Sorry, wrong fairy tale. But I’ll think of something terrible.”

  Bo was still ruminating over fairy tale punishments when Bobbity pressed something firm against her clit. When the vibrations began, Jezebel cried out like she’d been thrown off a cliff.

  “OH! MY! GOD!”

  Bo leaned down beside her, her green eyes flashing with mischief. “No coming, Jezebel. There are a lot of fairy tales out there. I can punish you for days.”

  Jez thought about protesting, but knew anything other than complete obedience would anger Bo.

  “Yes, Mistress. No… no coming.”

  “Jack, you will now violate her pussy.”

  A thrill seized Jezzy. She’d longed to feel Jack inside her all day. The thought that she was about to get her wish seized her whole body, and it was all she could do to prevent herself from having a big, screaming orgasm right there.

  But Bo wasn’t finished yet. “Bippity, I want you to take Jack’s place in her mouth.”

  Dizzy with lust, Jezebel’s mouth immediately opened. One man between her upper lips and another between her nether lips? The thought was intoxicating.

  Bippity’s muscular torso came into view, his member large and erect, and thighs gleaming with scented oil. His thick cock bobbed in Jezzy’ face, and she parted her lips and took his length inside.

  At the same time, she felt Jack grasp her hips, his manhood pressing against her wet opening.

  I’m going to come.

  No! I can’t come!

  Think of something unsexy, Jez.

  War.

  Poverty.

  Disease.

  Rotten tuna.

  Jack fucking me.

  Oh, my. Jack is about to fuck me.

  Then he pushed himself inside. Immediately her inner walls gripped him, squeezing, not wanting to ever let him go.

  Jack began moving into her, in and out, in and out. Slowly, as if lingering with each stroke.

  “Harder, lover boy!” Bo screamed, and then there was the sound of a loud CRACK!

  Jack grunted. He drove himself deeper, his cock impossibly hard, swelling into her slick space like never before.

  Jezebel tilted her hips upward, giving him better access, her breath exploding from her lungs with his every thrust. She had never wanted to be fucked so badly. She’d never needed it so badly.

  THWACK! THWACK! Then SNAP! The sound of Bo’s merciless whip against Jack’s skin. His cries soared, sounding like the howling of a wild animal.

  Jezebel would’ve felt pity for him, but his cries sounded so lustful, so filled with pleasure, that they only served to make her hotter.

  “Scream, slave! I want to hear it!” Bo rose above Jack’s rising screams. “Punish her! Punish the naughty little vixen!”

  His cock plunged into Jezebel again and again, filling her, moving against her g-spot, driving her wild with want. Every nerve inside her walls seemed to ignite.

  She sucked Boppity in rhythm with Jack, fueled by the plunges from behind. With every one of Jack’s thrusts, the whip snapped through the air. Jezebel heard Bo’s ragged breaths, and the husky arousal in her commands. She listened to Jack’s ecstatic bellows when the whip hit, feeling such happiness that he was enjoying himself so much. Feeling so proud that she’d had a hand in it. Soon he would be married to someone else, but at least she could please him right now. At least they had this. One last time together.

  The vibrations surrounding her little nub were so insistent, so delicious, and the feel of Jack thrusting into her the way only he knew how to do, the way she liked it most, was so overpowering that Jezebel couldn’t help it. Her entire body grew hot, and her muscles started to grip low in her belly.

  “Faster!” Bo screamed. “Harder!”

  Jack drove into her, over and over, drawing out every sensation. Her bottom stung with each forward motion he made. Her nipples buzzed with need, and her clit flashed with a searing, exquisite heat. She cried out, little flames licking at her most sensitive spot. She teetered on the edge of orgasm, her entire body beginning to convulse.

  “Very good, naughty ones!” Bo cried. “Now come! Come now or endure more torture!”

  A deep bellow erupted from the giant, Boppity, then a shudder, and his hot juice spurted into Jezebel’s mouth as quickly as she could swallow it.

  Jack gripped her hips harder. His thrusts came faster, slamming into Jezebel.

  Faster.

  Faster.

  His cock jerked inside of her, and he emitted a wolf-like howl just as Jezebel’s entire body seized around him.

  Firecrackers burst inside of her. Stars exploded before her eyes. She peaked once, twice, maybe more, she couldn’t tell, pleasure overtook her, blanking out conscious thought, and Jack’s cries melded with her own became Jezebel’s whole world.

  It was one helluva good lay, that was for sure.

  Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Take off Your Clothes…

  Bo Peep quickly Velcroed herself back into her pink dress and bonnet (so quickly it was almost eerie), and she escorted Jack and Jezebel to the door.

  “Give me a call if either of you is feeling naughty and in need of punishment.”

  Jezebel frowned at the innocent-looking Domme. “I thought you were looking for a husband.”

  “Oh, I am.”

  “But not Jack?” Jez glanced at him, hoping he didn’t feel hurt by Bo’s rejection.

  Jack just smiled, as if totally unfazed.

  “I like Jack quite a bit, but the man I marry will only have his wrists and ankles in shackles, not his heart.”

  “I don’t understand. What do you mean by—”

  Jack grabbed Jezzy’s arm and pulled her out the door. “Thanks, Bo! See ya!”

  When they reached the gate, his steps slowed. Once outside the picket fence, he slipped an arm around Jezzy’s shoulders and smiled down at her, looking exhausted but deliriously happy.

  “You enjoyed yourself,” she said.

  “More than you know.”

  “But you didn’t seem upset that Bo didn’t want to marry you.”

  “I had fun,
but I didn’t want to marry her, either. Can you imagine being whipped like that on a daily basis?” He gently patted his butt. “I would never be able to sit down again. Remember little Jack Horner needs to sit in the corner now and then.”

  Jezzy bit her lip. Strike two. She’d failed to find him a wife for the second time. Not only was the Big Cock Billionaire Magazine piece in jeopardy, but Jack was certainly doubting her match-making skills. She could be fired. Her reputation could be ruined. The bad press could mean Jezebel might lose her business, her livelihood. Get kicked out of her home and onto the street, where she would only be able to survive by blowing filthy hobos for twenty-five cents a suck.

  It never occurred to her that she’d wind up with Jack at the end of the story, like everyone reading this already knows. But this gaping flaw in her character, and her inability to see the blatantly obvious, meant there would be a few more sex scenes.

  So Jez worried about her future, Jack patiently waited for her to get a clue, and more deviant erotica awaited. Probably bondage. The author seemed to have a thing for bondage.

  When they reached the motorcycle, Jack stopped and turned to Jezebel. “Look Jez. You’ve really gone above and beyond to find me a wife. I really don’t think—”

  Oh no! He’s going to fire me!

  Jezebel lifted a hand, palm up, stopping him mid-sentence.

  “I have just the woman for you. She’s perfect. Softer than Bo, more carefree than Snow, and the algorithm ranks ninety-nine percent compatible.”

  Jack stared at her, something like disappointment in his eyes.

  “Let me prove myself, Jack. Please don’t let me go, yet.”

  “Let you go?”

  “Please don’t fire me.” Jezzy was shaking even more than she had in Bo’s pillory. She forced herself to take a breath and push the desperation out of her voice. “This next woman is wonderful. You will love her, Jack. Trust me.”

  “I do trust you, Jez. I hope you know that.”

  “So you’ll give me another chance?”

  “I’ve been aching to give you another chance.”

  “Great!” Jez said, oblivious to what anyone else would see as crystal clear. “Let me punch in the GPS coordinates.”

  Jezebel played with the touch screen on Jack’s bike, and then she rode behind him to their next destination, her arms tight around his waist, feeling happier than she had since…

  Well, since they’d broken up.

  “So how do we get in?” Jack asked Jezzy when they arrived.

  They parked beneath the window of the tallest tower of a very tall castle, but there were no doors anywhere.

  “This is where Rapunzel lives.”

  “So we have to climb up her hair? Like, for real?”

  Jezzy looked up at the window and shrugged. “That’s how the fairy tale goes. If nothing else, we’d at least better stick as closely to that part of it as we can. I have a feeling nothing else about that particular fairy tale will look anything like the original. The happy endings in Brothers Grimm stories aren’t the same as the happy endings in massage parlors.”

  Jack sighed. “Okay. Fine. I just hope she’s not too pushy. I’m looking forward to having a little more control this time.” He lifted his arms and shouted up to the window. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, please let down your hair!”

  Nobody appeared at the window.

  Jack tried again. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, please let down your hair!”

  After a long moment, a blonde head appeared at the open window. “Sorry! I’m running a little late.” She hefted an armful of gleaming golden hair into her arms and let it drop through the window.

  Jack gestured to the shimmering rope. “Ladies first.”

  “You just want to look at my ass.”

  “So?”

  Jezzy started up the golden tresses, remembering the first time Jack had watched her ass as she climbed. When she was about twenty feet off the ground, she peered down at Jack.

  “What is it? You’re smiling,” he asked her.

  Jezzy hadn’t realized that she’d been smiling. “This puts me in mind of our last adventure, where I climbed up the enormous beanstalk. Well, minus the perverted, caressing leaves.”

  “Only this time you’re wearing a skirt,” Jack said, peering up at her. “And no panties.”

  Jezzy’s face heated, and so did her nether regions. She had to admit, she liked having Jack ogle her. Not as much as having him plunge into her from behind or slide into her mouth, but it was right up there.

  If only it didn’t have to end with him marrying someone else.

  Jezzy shook away the thought. She was a matchmaker. Jack’s happiness should be all that mattered. Not jealously pining for an ex-boyfriend. A handsome, well hung, billionaire ex-boyfriend whom she still loved.

  If only he loved me, too…

  “Hurry up!” Rapunzel shouted down. “This hurts like hell!”

  “We’re on our way!” Jezebel gave Jack a smile and continued the climb up Rapunzel’s hair, enjoying the thought of him watching her every move. After a few moments she reached the top and threw one leg over the window sill. Rapunzel helped her climb through.

  Jack was right behind her, springing through the window all on his own. He was both nimble and quick, and had plenty of practice climbing, since he used to live at the top of a beanstalk.

  Rapunzel tossed her head, sending a wave through her golden hair, and Jezebel realized that under her crowning glory, Rapunzel wore no clothing at all.

  Who coulda guessed?

  “I’m so excited to get to know you, Jack. I’m Rapunzel.”

  “Likewise,” Jack said, eyeing Rapunzel’s full breasts and prominent nipples as they peeked out from between shimmering strands. “Is it a little warm in here? I think it might be a little warm in here.”

  Rapunzel rustled to Jack’s side (that much hair makes a lot of noise). “Let me help you get more comfortable.”

  She unbuttoned Jack’s shirt then slid it from his shoulders. “Better?”

  “A bit,” Jack said. “But it’s still a bit steamy.”

  Rapunzel unbuttoned and unzipped Jack’s pants. He was already partially hard, and when a tendril of hair wrapped around him as if in a caress, his erection flexed upward.

  Jack was right; it was getting a tad warm. If it weren’t for Jezzy’s insistence on professionalism, she would have stripped naked at that very moment.

  “Your hair is amazing, Rapunzel,” Jack said. “So soft and sexy.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I have an idea,” he continued, fingering the silky strand. “A way for us to get acquainted, but I’ll need Jezebel’s help.”

  Jezzy glanced from the mischievous glint in Jack’s eyes, to Rapunzel’s hair, and then back. After the fun they’d had with Bo Peep, Jezzy thought she might be able to guess Jack’s idea.

  “Have you ever tried being tied up?” Jezzy asked Rapunzel.

  “Tied up?” Rapunzel said. “You mean, with my hair? What a wonderful idea!”

  Jack’s grin grew almost as exuberantly as his erection. He looked at Jezebel. “You read my mind.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time.” When she and Jack were together, they would often finish each other’s sentences. And they always seemed to be able to sense what the other wanted in bed.

  It was almost like they were meant to be together.

  “Would you do the honors?” Jack said, gesturing to the beautiful, very naked, and very eager Rapunzel.

  “Certainly.” Pushing the wistful memories from her mind, Jezebel focused on her job.

  Rapunzel’s hair covered the entire room and all its contents. The floor was covered in hair. The furniture was covered in hair. The large, heart shaped bed was covered in hair. It might be kind of gross, except that every strand was glossy, glittering, and golden.

  If Rapunzel ever lost a hair while cooking, Jez thought, she’d no doubt die a horrible, choking death.

  Jezebel picked up a lock. Th
ere were already several rings secured into the ceiling and walls, and Jezebel couldn’t help but wonder if Rapunzel was more familiar with being tied up than she was letting on.

  She gathered a section of the long, silken tresses and looped it into one of rings imbedded in the tower wall. Then she fastened the end around Rapunzel’s wrist, stretching her arm above her head.

  “That’s just what I was thinking,” Jack said, grinning.

  Rapunzel clapped her hands. “What a wonderful idea! I’ve never thought of doing that.”

  Jezebel frowned and motioned to the walls. “But you have all these hooks and rings. I assumed…”

  “Oh, that! I like to suspend myself. Pretend I’m flying. I love zip-lining across the tower. It’s great fun! Would you like to try it?”

  “Maybe later,” Jezebel said. Rapunzel was awfully sweet. And beautiful. And Jack clearly was attracted to her, as evidenced by his bobbing erection.

  Yes, at ninety-nine percent compatible, Rapunzel will make Jack a lovely wife. Mission accomplished. I won’t be forced to blow dirty transients in alleys for two bits.

  So why aren’t I happier?

  Puzzled by her ambiguous feelings, Jezebel went to work binding the beautiful Rapunzel. Once she was finished with her dainty wrists, Jezzy wrapped a thick lock of golden hair tightly around Rapunzel’s ankles, spreading her legs apart and looping the hair through the sliver hoops on the walls.

  “Oooh! I like this already!” Rapunzel said.

  “Me, too.” Jack was tugging on his stiff manhood, lust on his face as he drank in the sight of the helpless and bound Rapunzel.

  Jezebel sighed, her heart sinking. She remembered when he used to look at her that way. And despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but wish it was she who was tied up for Jack now.

  Jezebel eyed the mountains of hair still heaped around the tower, plenty for her to climb down and leave the two lovebirds in peace. “Your lovely date awaits, Jack.”

  “And lovely she is,” Jack said. “But we’re not yet ready.”

  Confused, Jezebel looked back at Rapunzel. “We’re not?”

  “It’s your turn, Jezzy,” Jack said, a wicked grin on his face.