Enslaved By Him: My Bareback Master Series (Book 1) (An Erotic Romance) (3 page)

I can see the smoke streaming in front of me as it pours from both my nostrils and mouth. I feel, but can’t see, Jake’s hand smacking my back as his voice, filled with what sounds like concern, drifts toward me, “You okay?”

His hand snatches the marijuana away from me and after a few more seconds, my eyes clear as the coughing subsides.

My vision now back, I can see Jake’s face right in front of me and he looks a tad worried.

You worried about me?

Somehow, I’m not fazed by his presence anymore and I know this because I notice that my nerves are not jumping all over the place.

Even when he leans in toward me so close that I can smell the marijuana in his breath. In fact, I now find myself leaning in toward him and before I know it my lips make contact with his.

Not that I’d never kissed a boy before, but fuck!

This is heavenly.

Maybe it’s because of the weed I just got done smoking.

Heck, it might be because of the sheer excitement and naughtiness of having a boy in my room in the middle of the night with my parents asleep right next door.

I don’t know what it is, and frankly, I don’t give a shit. All I know is that, this is the sweetest fucking kiss I’ve ever experienced.

Like, ever.

I close my eyes and think back to all those times I’ve masturbated to him. No, this is even better than that.

Way better.

His lips are soft on mine and his hands light on my breasts.

Don’t go soft on me now, Jake. Squeeze them puppies hard!

I moan as I feel the pleasure start to wash all over me, my spine tingling and my breath coming in short gasps as the ecstasy threatens to wash me in a deluge of cum.

Don’t you fucking cum now! I know you like the fact that his hands are canvassing all over you, but don’t let the excitement of that get the best of you, now.

Too late.

Boom!

Like a freakin’ surprise burst of rain, my panties are suddenly assailed with a pond of wetness. Without even a word of warning, a hint, a nudge, fuck, anything, my cum has decided that the mere touch of Jake is enough to make it stream down my vagina and reside in my panties.
WTF?!? We haven’t even done shit yet.

What’s going to happen if Jake rubs on you, Clit? You gonna fuckin cry me a river? What? Flood my room with cum and shit?

All of a sudden and without warning, Jake breaks the kiss off and stands up in front of me. He doesn’t say anything and it’s not as if I can read his mind or anything.

I’m a little bit miffed though because I was enjoying the kiss. Getting into it and everything.

Now that makes me worried.

Is he not feeling the same way I’m feeling? In my weed-induced state did I suddenly bite him instead of kissing him?

I have been known to do some crazy stuff sometimes. I now look up at him, trying to read his mind, and immediately wish I hadn’t.

With his hand working the zipper on his pants, he steps forward so that he is now standing directly in front of where I sit on the bed.

A second or so later and out spills his penis.

Wait.

I said, OUT SPILLS HIS PENIS!

What?

Jake the Greek God who I’ve always dreamed about ever since I laid my eyes on him a couple years ago, is standing in front of me, in my room, holding his penis in his hands.

And talking about penises...

Holy fuck, will you look at the size of that thing? Talk about a freakin’ monster!

Jake’s penis is huuuuuuge!

And that’s not all either.

It’s standing erect and firm, looking about ready to slap me all upside the head.

Jake now bends over and whispers, “You don’t have to do it, but I want you to be my slave tonight...”

And what the fuck are you talking about, boy?

I guess the look on my face says it all, because he now whispers, “Let me explain what I’m talking about.”

That would really help, Jake
.

“What I mean is, I want you to
pretend
to be my slave tonight,” Jake says. “What you’ll do is simply get down on your knees, take Jake Junior here in your hands and lovingly,
ever-so-loooovingly,
caress him, kiss him and put him deep in your mouth as if you’re eating the best damn sausage you’ve ever had in your life,” he finishes.

Holy fuckin’ shit!

Ok, first of all, a freakin’ sausage??
Where was he coming up with this stuff? But even more importantly, was this guy peeping in on me these last two weeks of my life while I masturbated to him? Did he have a telescope that could peer deep in my mind or something?

I don’t even know how many times I have dreamed of doing that same exact thing! Just put his penis in my mouth and make him moan and groan in pleasure while I suck him dry.

I let a smile escape my lips as I look up at him and reach for his penis.

“So you want me to be your slave tonight, do ya’?” I say with a mischievous grin.

“Ok...I’ll be your slave tonight alright,” I whisper. “But you might just live to regret it.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grins. “How do you figure that?”

I don’t say anything. Instead, I get off the bed and onto the floor, where I get on my knees and grab Jake Junior.

A misnomer, if you ask me. That thing is anything but junior.

Best sausage ever? Ha!
I’ll make you think best sausage!

Instead, I’m the one who’s surprised. The reason being that while I’m not a connoisseur of sausages or anything, damn his penis tastes good.

Better than any sausage I’ve ever tasted.

Fuck, I might have to start re-thinking my stance of eating sausages only once a month.

I lick the long length of his shaft, making sure to start from the base of his penis all the way to the tip. And let me tell you...that’s a long freakin’ journey for my tongue to make. I mean, the man has a long penis.

I have to stop midway just to rest, catch my breath.

Finally I resume the journey and continue licking Jake Junior until I get to the end.

Hey, wait a minute! What is this?

When I get to the tip, I notice that there’s already some white, sticky pre-cum percolating there. Thirsty from my long trip all the way from the base of the penis, I do nothing else but descend on that cum as if I were a thirsty camel in the desert who’s just come upon an oasis.

Up and down, I suck on him.

He tastes so good, that for a moment, all I can do, all I want to do, is nibble on him. But I know that Jake Junior is also very sensitive.

I know he appreciates the rub-down with my tongue and everything but I’m sure he wouldn’t welcome my teeth going nibble-nibble on him.

So I shove that thought away and
BAM!
another thought crosses my mind and it makes me sober the fuck up real quick:
This is not good! I have Jake’s cock in my mouth...and I’m loving every freakin’ second of it...I just don’t see how this is going to end up with anything else but me wanting him to fuck my guts out.

Goodbye to my goal of staying a virgin till marriage.

This is a disaster and I just don’t know what to do about it!

But that doesn't stop me. I continue sucking on Jake Junior, shoving him deep into my mouth and immensely enjoying the look of pure torture on his face.

Then I remember something that Candy once told me she always does to Cody that makes him orgasm in seconds.

“In fucking seconds, I tell ya’,” she’d said.

“Do tell,” I remember saying with bated breath, my eyes popped, ears perked and my whole body leaning in.

“I first of all start by licking his thing all over, make it all wet, then before he knows it, I’ve inched my tongue all the way down to his testicles and that’s where the magic is.”

I remember leaning forward at that moment, strangely excited by the graphic details of Candy’s sexual prowess.

She’d also leaned forward then, as if revealing the world’s greatest secret━even though there was nobody else within a mile of where we were sitting at in the park━and whispered into my ear, “Tickle his balls.”

“What? No way!” I’d exclaimed.

She’d winked at me then and with a glint in her eyes of somebody who knew what she was talking about had said, “Trust me.”

Now with Jake’s penis inside my mouth, and a burning desire to make him cum coursing through my veins, I say to myself, “I’ll trust you on this one Candy.”

Flicking my tongue in and out and all over his long shaft, I work my way down to his testicles. I can already hear his moans increasing, his muscles stiffening.

I throw a look up at his face and I can see that it’s now contorted and out of shape as if he’s in pain. I pull my head back as if to stop and he grabs the back of my neck, shoves his penis even deeper into my mouth.

“No! Don’t stop!” He orders.

Oh, so you’re enjoying it!

Don’t worry, I’m not stopping!

With my hands firmly gripping his buttocks and pulling him toward me, I hover over his testicles then with slow deliberate movements, I lean forward and suck one testicle at a time. Interchanging between them every few seconds.

Not that I’m timing it or anything, but it doesn’t even take a minute after I start working on his testicles before he emits a low guttural sound, like a lion on a first kill, and with a loud “Fuck!” he grabs onto the wall behind him and orgasms, his cum spewing all over my mouth, face and neck.

Outside my room, I hear a door open and shut, followed by footsteps coming toward my door. I turn around and grab Jake’s hand.

“Quick, you’ve gotta go!” You’ve gotta get outta here,” I whisper.

He looks at me, a puzzled look quickly replacing the smug satisfied look that had lined his features just a few moments earlier.

“I think we woke my parents up!” I say motioning for him to get to the window quick. Jake doesn’t need any more incentive. Faster than a cow being prodded with a red-hot branding iron, he pulls his pants up━I don’t even think he zips them up━and runs to the window.

He opens it up and in one impressive acrobatic move, he vaults over the sill and disappears from view.

And just like that, all that is left of the Greek God I call Jake in my room is the waft of his masculine musk and the taste of sweet-salty cum on my tongue.

I quickly close the window behind him and draw the drapes just as the door to my room bursts wide open and my father stands there, glaring me down, his face both mad and worried.

***

“What the fuck did you just do, Stacey R. Dumas?”
The text from Candy reads.

I smile as I lay on my back in bed and text her back:
“I sucked on jake jr. last night...and I even used the “tickling his balls” trick that u told me about!”

Before I even put the phone down, it’s already dinging. It’s Candy.

“jake jr.?”

“that’s what he calls his penis!”
I reply.

“lol. you little slut! I thought u weren’t gonna invite him over!”

“he texted me first,”
I reply.

“so what happened? detailz! detailz!”
She texts back.

Over the next two hours we text back and forth and I tell her all about him orgasming and cuming in my mouth and on my face.

Then she has to go and run errands with her mom. And since her mom doesn’t like her
“glued onto that damn cell phone,”
we say our
“laterz”
and I lie back, reflecting on last night.

Apart from that small issue of almost getting caught by my parents giving a boy a blowjob inside my room, the night had been one hundred percent perfect.

But there is a problem.

Of course there is a problem.

And that problem is that I want Jake again.

I want his hands all over me. His penis in my mouth. His lips whispering in my ear and telling me how bad he wants me. It’s like I’m addicted and I just can’t get enough.

***

One thing’s certain.

I know that if I invite Jake over to my house again,
for anything
, we will end up doing it at a certain point.

And by
it
, I mean the S.E.X.

Fuck!

But I want him over so, so bad.

Even if nothing happens...just his touch, his lips...aaaaah!

It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days since I last had his penis in my mouth. He hasn’t texted me or even facebooked me since that time.

Part of me is worried that the reason may be because he didn’t have a good time and that part of me wants him back over and inside my room so that I can prove to him that I can satisfy his desires. That I can play the role of his slave real good, even if it’s only for a couple hours.