When his eyes met hers, he saw the unshed tears clinging to her thick lashes. He speechlessly watched one tear escape the pool and fall down her pale cheek. “Sweetheart . . . ” he whispered, catching the wayward drop on his thumb. He leaned closer, kissing her fluttering eyelids, tasting her warm, salty tears on his tongue. His mouth opened on hers as he brought her into the fold of his body, and she arched to meet his embrace.
Jared slipped his hand under Jillian’s dress, running it along her shapely leg to his goal—the hidden secret of her sweet sex. When his fingers reached their destination, his breath caught sharply. He had touched something unexpected—a surprising obstacle. He lifted the dress and stared, stunned, at the sight of a gold chastity belt locked around Jillian’s pussy.
“What the hell is this, Jillian?” Jared’s question was a hoarse croak, his mind trying to comprehend what he saw. A chastity belt? He slid his palm around it, cupping her imprisoned sex, feeling the heat of it through the metal of the belt. He tugged on the small lock, asking, “Where is the key?”
Jillian’s smile was enigmatic as she unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, and then down to a place between his spread thighs. “What have we here?” She laid a hand on the bulge in his jeans, hearing Jared’s breath hiss through his clenched teeth. She unbuckled his belt and carefully pulled the zipper down.
Jared watched her, still recovering from the shock of discovering the chastity belt.
She slid her small hands into his boxers and scooped his tumescent penis into her palms. A clear drop oozed from its tip, and she leaned over, licking with a barely there swipe of her tongue.
Jared placed a hand on the top of her head as she laid a gentle kiss on his stiff rod. She released him, sliding her hand along his length.
She stood, turning her back to him. “Can you unzip me?”
With trembling fingers, he parted the dress, and it fell open around her. Jillian let it drop to the floor in a pool of black. She kicked off her sandals and stepped free of the dress. Jared could not help but stare at the chastity belt. It taunted him, glinting gold in the muted light. He wondered at the desire he felt as Jillian stood before him wearing nothing but the chastity belt.
“It’s all for your pleasure, Jared,” she said.
“Christ . . . ” His word was a breath as he reached for her.
She backed away from him, asking, “Are you going to open your gift?”
He had forgotten all about it. Jared picked it up from the floor, where he had dropped it, and took the tissue paper out of the bag. He lifted the small box within and removed the lid. The key that he had asked her about was nestled in black velvet, along with something that resembled a miniature remote control device.
Jillian took the key from him. “We won’t need this right now.”
“The hell we won’t. Give it to me.” Jared moved to get the key, but his partially discarded jeans shackled his ankles, and he almost tripped reaching for her. She tossed the key behind her, and neither knew where it landed.
The other gift fell to the floor, and Jared picked it up. He examined it briefly, pressing the green “on” button. He saw Jillian jump, as if shocked, and it was then he realized what happened. The faint buzzing sound that came from her only confirmed his suspicions.
He watched her a moment as she moved to ease the stimulation in her pussy. Jared stood, stripping his clothing off, and scooped her into his arms. He deposited her on the bed and watched her writhe against the vibrator as it worked her sweet flesh.
Jared thumbed the dial on the side of the remote up a notch, increasing the intensity. A cry escaped her parted lips. The dial could be notched a little more, and he used it, cranking it all the way up.
He had an enormous erection now, and Jillian looked up at him through hooded eyes. Her orgasm, when it came, slammed into her, jolting her so that she seemed to leap off of the bed. Her cries filled the air as her release engulfed her.
He eased the intensity of the vibrator, and she reached for him, pushing him onto his back. She slid her body down his and took his penis into her mouth. Jared jerked as her lips slid over his cock. She cupped his balls gently as she feasted, sucking and licking, teasing him with intimate kisses. She worked him until Jared felt the fire build at the base of his spine. The eruption, when it hit, splashed semen against the back of her throat, and Jillian swallowed every last bit.
Jared took her by the hair and brought her up, holding her by the nape of the neck with one hand and cupping his palm around her locked vagina with the other. He kissed her hard as he rolled her over and lay on top of her. She tasted of him, and it drove him nuts. He released her and reached for the remote, cranking it up all the way once more.
Jillian screamed at the shock of the intensified vibrations, and Jared held her down, covering her with his hard body. She squirmed and wriggled under him, trying to ease the pressure building in her pussy, but there was no escaping it. Both of them were covered in sweat, hot and heated throughout with need for each other.
“Jared . . . please.” Jillian’s cry was a combination of a sigh and a scream as another climax crested.
“You want that key now, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough and tempered. He was torn—decrease the stimulation of the vibrator or let it ride as he went to find the key?
He let it ride, and as he searched for the key, Jillian’s cries filled the room, goading him on. He finally found it across the room near the bathroom door. Prize in hand, he went back to the bed and lay beside his wife.
He cupped his palm around the chastity belt, pushing her down. Leaning over, he kissed her cheek softly and slipped his body between her legs, reaching for the small lock. Just before freeing it, he dialed the vibrator up once more, letting it hum at full power while he removed the obstructive belt. Before he pulled the vibrator out of her, he teased her, sliding it in and out of her wetness.
Finally he removed the vibrator, slick with her sweet juices, and tossed it aside. The musk of her sex tantalized him, and he held her wide open for his throbbing cock.
Her tight sheath scorched him as he buried himself to the hilt. He fought the urge to ram into her, but with each thrust he felt he was losing the battle. Jared knew what battles to fight, and in this one, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He gave in to his need, ravaging her tender flesh.
His tears blurred the vision of his wife as they made love, blasting away all the barriers they had erected since the loss of their child. Jared’s climax ripped him to shreds, relentless in its release. He buried his face in Jillian’s hair, roaring as his body arched in a final spasm. He fell on her, his weight crushing her into the mattress.
THE SOUND OF RUNNING WATER seeped into Jillian’s fogged consciousness. She lay there, basking in the afterglow of their sex, satiated. When Jared came out of the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway, admiring his wife. Her diminutive figure was stretched out in the middle of their big bed. The neat chignon she wore when she greeted him an hour ago was completely destroyed, and her burnished copper hair fanned across the down pillow.
When he had spoken to Jillian earlier that morning, he had known that something had changed in her. But he never dreamed she would initiate anything like what had just transpired. Thinking of it now caused his cock to stiffen.
As he walked to the bed, he caught a glimpse of the chastity belt and vibrator on the table beside it. Visions of it hugging Jillian’s pussy snugly would forever be etched in his mind. He had long hoped that she would find the strength to rise above the grief that paralyzed her, and she had done just that. He knew, then, what she meant when she told him she missed him. It had nothing to do with the trip to Seattle; she missed what they shared together.
He lay beside her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek before burying his face in the hollow of her neck. He ran his hand down her torso, his fingers kneading and caressing, while the other hand made a fist in her hair.
Jillian moved to meet his
touch, and Jared’s palm came to rest on her full breast, her hard nipple grazing the center of his hand. “Aren’t you jet-lagged?” she asked, her voice smoky in the aftermath of her spent desire.
“You tell me, love, did I seem it to you?” Jared’s reply was low and husky as he continued to mold her flesh.
Jillian didn’t answer. She reached up and ran her fingers through his thick black hair, letting it slip through them. When she looked into her husband’s slate gray eyes, her own were troubled, and the silence that fell upon them was heavy with words unsaid.
Jared knew her thoughts. He whispered, “It’s all right, Jillian, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it.” He leaned over her, taking a plump nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. The rough silk of his tongue laved over her breast while his hand tangled in the tendrils of her hair. Jillian gasped, bending her body to meet his questing mouth.
Jared feasted on her, his lips and tongue leaving their mark on his journey to the apex of her sex. Holding her butt, he lifted her hips to expose her hidden flesh to his hunger. He teased with tongue, tugged with teeth, and sipped with lips, drinking from her essence. He reveled in her sweet release like a man starved. He wanted more; it had been so long since he had tasted her, and he drank his fill, bringing her to a shattering, flesh quivering climax. Jared buried his face in her sex until the very last shock subsided. He let her relax only a few moments before lifting her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her into the bathroom.
He stepped into the deep spa tub and lowered their bodies into the steamy bubble bath. Jillian let out a long sigh of satisfaction and slid deeper into the water. The bubbles swallowed her, and Jared chuckled, saying, “I’m happy that I can indulge you in your guilty pleasure.”
“There is nothing guilty about pleasure, Jared, and I thought I was the one who was supposed to be pleasing you.”
Jared piled her hair in a loose knot on her head. “My pleasure comes from making you happy.” He soaped a plush washcloth and bathed her with gentle strokes. Jillian ran her hand down his chest. They were silent for a short time, enjoying the shared closeness.
Momentarily, Jared’s stomach growled, and he laughed. “It seems I’ve worked up an appetite.”
The remark did not go unappreciated as Jillian ran a foot up his thigh. “For what, darling?”
Jared’s eyes locked with hers over the bubbles, and he moved toward her.
“Not so fast, buddy.” She stopped him and stood, stepping out of the tub. “I’ll go fix the steak; dinner will be ready when you come downstairs, okay?”
He nodded, staring at the suds that clung to Jillian’s body.
SMOOTH JAZZ WAS PLAYING on the Bose system when he descended the stairs wearing only his jeans, his hair still damp.
Jillian was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on their meal. He leaned against the doorjamb and watched her move about the huge space. She wore nothing but his white shirt and a pair of oven mitts.
Jillian took the cast-iron grill pan out of the oven and set it on top of the stove. The sizzling steak and jazz music made a perfect combination.
“Can I help?” Jared asked, stepping into her domain.
“No, thanks, I’ve got it.” She smiled at him. She tested the steaks for doneness and transferred them from the grill pan to a warm plate.
Jared loved watching her cook. She was so precise in everything she did, and everything her capable hands created turned out flawless. Jillian poured wine into two glasses, filling each about halfway.
“Have a seat, please, sir.” She handed him his glass and sipped from her own.
He sat at the table, spying the cupcakes on the counter. “You’ve been busy.” The fact that she had prepared all his favorite foods did not go unnoticed. He was touched.
“I wanted to surprise you, Jared.” She placed warm bread at the center of the table and a tossed salad in front of him.
When she turned to walk away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. When their eyes met, he said, “You did.”
Jillian smiled, blushing a bit, and it was all Jared could do not to say to hell with the dinner and take her right there in the kitchen. However, he knew how much work Jillian had put into the meal, and besides, he would need the food for stamina in the hours to come.
“So tell me more about the trip.”
Jared did, even about the lackluster name they chose for the building. Jillian agreed; Pike’s Project did not roll off the tongue quite as nicely as Cascade Place would, and she could tell that it bothered Jared. He was truly bohemian at heart, and Jillian loved that about him.
They finished eating and both cleaned up the dishes.
“Did I tell you? I’ve set up a few small catering functions,” Jillian said.
“Did you really? That’s great news.” He reached for her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’m happy for you.”
The phone rang, interrupting their embrace. It was almost eleven. They looked at each other and said, in unison, “Thomas.” They both laughed. Jared answered the phone.
“Thomas, what’s up?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“No one else calls this late, pal.” Jared smiled into the phone.
“You sound a lot better than when I dropped you off. I was worried about you.”
“Everything is going to be fine, Thomas.” His eyes were on Jillian, who was licking the chocolate frosting off of a cupcake. His gaze locked onto her pink little tongue as it darted over the surface of the cupcake, and his cock twitched in his jeans.
Stamina, he reminded himself. “Is there something wrong?” he asked Thomas. He was finding it difficult to focus.
“I’ve been trying your cell for the last two hours, Brooks.”
“What’s the problem?” His attention was still on Jillian.
“I got a call from the West Coast; the board caved. The city wants to go with Cascade Place instead of the anemic Pike’s Project.”
“Wow, really? That’s great, Thomas.”
There was a pause on his end. “Don’t bust a gut, man. I thought this was what you wanted.”
Jillian held out a cupcake to him, tempting him. She licked the icing off of that one, too, her tongue working on it. Jared shifted his stance a bit, feeling his penis grow again. He wanted Jillian’s tongue on him.
“Uh . . . I’m in the middle of something, can we talk about it tomorrow?”
“Sure . . . ”
“Great!” Jared hung the phone up, cutting his friend off.
“Did you just hang up on him?” Jillian reached for the phone, but Jared tossed it on the counter.
“Come here, you little vixen!”
Jillian squealed as Jared chased after her, tackling her in the living room. He pinned her to the floor and captured her head between his hands, kissing her hard. She tasted like cupcakes. He licked his lips. “Yum.” He lowered his head once more, this time savoring her mouth. Yes, he was definitely taking her back to Tuscany after he got done in Seattle, and suddenly, he couldn’t wait for the project to be completed. The Stepford wife was gone, and in her place was the woman he fell in love with.
He gazed down at her, whispering, “Welcome back.”
part three
LICORICE WHIPS
GOOD DOGGY
Janine Ashbless
Our third date was at the Cirque du Soleil. I came out with my head full of flying silk and lithe, Lycra-clad bodies, but my stomach was gnawing with hunger.
“Well, we can eat out,” said Craig, slipping an arm about my shoulders. “Or we can go back to my place and I’ll fix us a bite.”
That was the first time I went to his apartment. Our first date had been to a tapas bar; he’d walked me to the taxi line afterward, and on the way we’d stopped on a side street to kiss good night. As our embraces grew more fervent, he’d slipped a hand between the tops of my thighs to crumple the layers of moist cotton, and he balanced me on his gently rubbing fingers
until I tumbled off into flushed and gasping orgasm. He hadn’t tried to get any for himself, just watched me with a smile like he was basking in my heat, and I’d ridden home high on my afterglow.
Date two was the theater and a night boat-ride on the river. I’d let him collect me in his car that time, and when he parked outside my house at the end of the evening, we sat with the lights off and kissed until our hands fumbled their way under clothes and we ended up masturbating each other then and there, hot and urgent and giggling. I’d let myself into my house that night with sticky, trembling fingers.
Craig was tall and raw-boned, with a broken nose and untamed blond curls of hair that made him look innocent, in contrast with his black and wickedly angled eyebrows. We’d met at salsa-dancing classes and flirted for weeks before he made a move. I wanted him so much that I felt like a teenager again.
His flat was the downstairs floor of a Victorian house. Small, but neat. While he put some pasta on to boil, apologizing for not being anything more than a basic cook, I wandered about the living room looking at his stuff. I picked up a framed photo that showed him looking much younger, sitting in a garden with a golden retriever.
“Is this your dog?”
He came to look over my shoulder. “Tess. She was mine. Died a few years ago, though.”
“Dogs are so sweet. You haven’t got one now, then?”
He shook his head. “I couldn’t keep one here, not while I’m out all day working. It wouldn’t be fair. I miss having one about, though.”
“I watch that Dog Whisperer show,” I confided, putting the photo frame carefully back in place. You know. That Cesar Millan guy.”
“Oh yeah?” He lifted his hand to stroke the nape of my neck, and I luxuriated in the shiver that rippled down my spine.
“I’ve got a bit of a thing for him. I know he’s, like, a bit old and stuff, but there’s just something about him. The way he just gets all those crazy dogs to do exactly what he wants, so calmly. It’s like magic.”
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