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“Oh God, yes!” she whimpered.
She was just opening her mouth for a noisy moan when a voice at the door rumbled,
“I’ll second that.”
* * * * *
The way AJ rolled off the bed screaming, Joe might as well have yelled, “Incoming!”
She landed on the floor in a half-crouch, her eyes as big as silver dollars, and the
dildo immediately thumped onto the carpet between her feet. Her eyes got even wider
as she gaped down at the buzzing pink toy, which was shiny-wet with her juices, and
her jaw worked but nothing came out of her mouth.
“Take it easy, honey,” he said in a soothing tone.
Just like a woman, she did exactly the opposite.
“Get. Out!” she screamed, big blotches of red blooming in her neck and face.
“I’d like my shirt first,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’d—“ She blinked at him. “What?”
“My shirt.” He nodded at the tee shirt. “You’re wearing it and I’d like to have it
back.”
She continued to blink at him and he almost grinned. Mission accomplished. She was
no longer about to stroke out on them.
“But it’s dirty,” she said blankly.
Joe’s cock hardened even further. There were plenty of clean shirts in his drawer,
but she’d picked one that reeked of him to masturbate in.
Apparently realizing what she’d just revealed, AJ went red up to her hairline. “God
dammit, can’t you just get out of here and leave me alone!”
When they didn’t move, she looked around the room with wild eyes and finally picked
up the dildo and threw it at him. He ducked to the side and Brent took it square in
the solar plexus.
“Hey—“
“I said get out! Get out, get out, get
out
!”
Joe took a reluctant step back but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough to suit
her. She barreled into him full-tilt at the same instant Brent yanked at his biceps,
and they all landed in a pile outside the door. Joe had about two seconds to enjoy
being the meat in a very sexy sandwich before AJ scrambled off him, kneeing him in
the groin in the process. Then she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.
“Off!” Brent gasped.
Before Joe could move, the door opened just far enough for his shirt to smack him
in the face and then slammed again.
When Brent shoved at his back, Joe rolled to his knees and stood, biting his lips
as he offered a hand up.
“Holy hell, you weigh a ton,” Brent grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He turned
and trudged through the living room into the tiny kitchen/dining area, no doubt as
disappointed as Joe that they weren’t getting laid tonight.
Instead of letting him stop at the table, where their cooling pizza waited, Joe put
a firm hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him into the master bedroom,
barely managing to get the door closed and flip on the light before a silent huff
of laughter forced its way out of his chest. He plopped down on the foot of the bed
and buried his face in his dirty tee-shirt, wheezing with the effort to keep his hilarity
quiet.
When he finally looked up, blotting his eyes with the dark fabric, Brent was watching
him with wry amusement. “That didn’t go quite like I’d planned.”
Joe swallowed another snort. “That poor girl,” he squeezed out between the spasms
of mirth still quaking his chest.
Brent rubbed his belly. “I’m just glad she didn’t have a hunting knife under her pillow.”
That sent Joe off the deep end again, and he had to roll over and bury his face in
a handful of bedspread to keep from roaring with laughter. The mattress dipped over
his head when Brent sat down but Joe was too overcome to comment on finally getting
him into bed.
Long moments later, he rolled to his back and took a half-dozen deep, shaky breaths,
his body completely relaxed. But his mind was still awash with images of AJ and her
red face and her short blonde hair standing in a haphazard halo around her head. And
her pretty tits peeking out from the bunched-up hem of his dirty T-shirt. And that
dildo sunk in her deliciously wet, blonde cunt.
Taking one last deep breath, he pronounced glibly, “I think I’m in love.”
“You ain’t the only one.”
Joe tilted his head back to look at the man reclining at the head of the bed. He knew
damn well Brent wasn’t any more in love with AJ than he was, but it was nice not to
be the only one with his nuts in a knot over her for a change.
“We’re not letting her get away, are we?”
Brent’s smile was ruthless when he said, “No way in hell.”
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“I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” he said.
“Well, you asked me to come. I thought…”
“What did you think?” he asked as he took her coat.
“That I…
should
.”
He hung her coat carefully in the foyer closet, then turned to face her. He looked
beautiful and as wicked as ever in the low lighting coming from the living room.
He took her hand once more and pulled her in close enough that she could feel the
hard planes of his body pressed against her breasts. She wanted to groan aloud, but
bit it back.
He said quietly, so that she could feel his breath against her cheek, “We have no
contract, Devin. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ve negotiated
some of your limits, but you never have to be here if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to be here. I was just trying to tell you that I feel when you ask something
of me, it becomes…exactly what I want.”
He surged against her, his arms going around her and holding her close.
“Ah, you are perfect, my girl.”
She smiled, a shiver running through her. At the small term of endearment. At knowing
she’d pleased him.
“I’m going to strip you down now,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to spank you with
a small leather strap until your gorgeous ass is pink, until you can’t take anymore.
And then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, not entirely certain she’d actually said the words aloud
until she heard his small, pleased chuckle.
In a flash he’d turned her around and had her naked, his own shirtless body pressing
up behind her.
“Shaye, I—”
“Sh, now. Just follow my lead.”
Her head was spinning, sinking down and down, into that floating place where there
was nothing but pleasure, despite the pain he might give her. She wanted it.
Needed
it.
She let him walk her into the living room, where he bent her over the end of the sofa.
“Rest your elbows on the arm of the couch to steady yourself,” he instructed. “Yes,
good. You have the most delectable ass I’ve ever seen.”
He smacked her once, hard, making her jump, making her laugh.
“Oh, do you think that’s funny?”
“I…no…”
He smacked her again and another giggle came out of her.
“Shaye, I…it’s just nerves or something.”
“Yes, I know. I’m not worried. I have my ways. Head down now, little Devin, and stay
here quietly until I get back. Quiet and imagining what I might do to you in a few
minutes.”
“Oh…”
“Sh, quiet,” he said, a harder edge to his voice this time that made her limbs go
warm, her mind buzzing.
She heard him walk away, the sweep of his bare feet. He’d left her shoes on, and she
shifted from one foot to the other, heard the small squeak they made on the wood floors
and tried to still herself. There was a momentary struggle to keep still, to do as
he said. But she reminded herself that he had asked this of her—d
emanded
it—and that was all it took for her body to calm of its own accord in a way that
was almost meditative.
He was back in a few moments later, his hand resting at the small of her back, steadying
her. Making her feel owned, somehow.
“You look so naked bent over like this,” he murmured. “I can just see the lovely seam
of your pussy. Makes me want to touch you there. Like this.”
His fingertips stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs and she went wet instantly.
“Spread a little for me. Yes, good.”
She felt wide open. Wanton. She loved it.
He grasped one hip in his big hand, pressed up against her, his erection against her
buttock.
God, he was going to fuck her tonight. She could hardly wait. Her sex clenched at
the thought.
His fingers found her wet slit once more, and he pushed one inside.
“Oh…”
Stay quiet, Devin. Try to be quiet, to hold still, no matter what I’m doing to you.
Do you understand? You can answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“I understand, Shaye.”
When he pushed a second finger inside her, causing pleasure to spill into her system
like liquid heat, she had to bite her lip.
He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he
began to spank her.
It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to
her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to
keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.
He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time
fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was
pleasure. Lovely.
And then he hit her with something.
She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was
too shocked to cry out.
He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.
“Come on, Devin. You can take it.”
And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over
and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew
she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely
sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became
one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to
him
, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved
most now, as well.
It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling
in her body, waiting, waiting.
Shaye must have felt it, too.
“Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Yes…”
He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time
he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp
scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy.
Her legs began to shake.
“Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can
do it. Hold it back for me.”
He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening
until she could barely stand it.
“Shaye…I can’t.”
“You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you
to come all over me.”
She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the los of sensation. At the knowledge
that he would fuck her now.
In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against
hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised
at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.
A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show,
are you?”
“No, Shaye.”
“I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough
with desire. “Ask me by name, Devin.”
“Please, Shaye.”
He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel
the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”
She groaned. “Please fuck me.”
“Say it again. The right way.”
“Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”
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