Imperfect Justice (31 page)

Jared piled up some pillows against the headboard and then relaxed back on them, his hands folded behind his head and a smug smile on his face. “The first thing you need to do is get to work.”

She didn’t understand. “Work? Do you want me to wait on you or something? Bring you a drink?”

He pushed back the covers so his naked body could be seen. Damn, he was gorgeous, all muscle and tan skin. How did he manage to be that tan this time of year? It had to be natural. “I want you to get to work. On me. Make love to me. You can use your hands, lips, whatever.” He waited but she didn’t move. “Anytime now would be good.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. It was more that she didn’t know what to do or where to start. Taking a page from his playbook, she straddled his body and tentatively pressed her lips to his. At first he let her do all the work, barely moving underneath her. Eventually he took control of the kiss leaving her breathless when it was done.

He still hadn’t moved his hands from behind his head and he was clearly waiting for her to move on. She trailed baby kisses down his throat, over his collarbone, and down his chest. She paused, hovering over his flat male nipples, and wondered if his were as sensitive as her own.

There was only one way to find out. She swiped her tongue around the brown disc and felt him shudder, his breathing becoming more ragged. A surge of feminine power ran through her and she ran her tongue along his ridged abdomen before giving his cock a long lick from base to tip.

Shiny pre-cum smeared on his belly and she lapped at it experimentally. It tasted salty and a little sweet and she traced the slit on the head of his cock with her tongue to get every drop.

Jared’s fingers tangled in her hair. “Aww fuck, honey. That feels so good.”

Engulfing his cock in her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips tight. She swept her tongue side to side and his hips lifted off of the mattress.

At some point he’d wrapped her long hair around his arm and his hand was anchored to the back of her head, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth. She sputtered and coughed a little when it touched the back of her throat and he paused, letting her get used to the feeling. Relaxing her jaw, she was able to take him farther, his dick heavy on her tongue.

“That’s it, honey. You can take me. Yes,” he hissed as her tongue fluttered over the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. His hand softly caressed her cheek and he tugged at her hair to get her attention. “Do you need to stop? We can if you want.”

Misty knew what he was asking. If she didn’t want to swallow she could pull off now. His balls were pulled tight to his body and his cock was pulsing in her mouth. Jared was close to coming and he was giving her a chance to gracefully exit this particular activity.

What was the old saying? In for a penny, in for a pound? Or was it something else? Either way, she’d started this and she was damn well going to finish it. Tonight was a night for trying new things so she might as well go big or go home.

Shaking her head, she redoubled her efforts. A string of curses fell from his lips, his back arched, and he dug his heels into the mattress. Hot seed jetted to the back of her throat and she had to swallow quickly to keep up. When he was done his muscles relaxed, and she laid her head on his belly and let him stroke her hair and back.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said some minutes later as she crawled up his body to tuck her head into the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“I know. But I wanted to try it.”

With a finger under her chin, he tilted her head so she was looking into his blue eyes. “And what was the result of your experiment? Never again or definite maybe?”

“Hmmmm…definite maybe. It wasn’t unpleasant.” Misty wasn’t sure how to explain it. She didn’t want him to think she hated it because that wasn’t the case.

“It wasn’t exactly birthday cake and ice cream?” he guessed. “Let me put it in different terms. You’d do it to please me but it does nothing for you?”

Laughter bubbled from her lips. Her man was so eloquent. And on the money too. “That sums it up. If you enjoy it I want to make you happy but yeah, I don’t think I’d seek it out if you didn’t.”

“I can be fine with you never doing it again,” he declared with a grin. “Now there are other things I’d like more. Much more.”

He rolled her from her side to her back and grinned wickedly down at her. “Time to play, Misty. All you have to do is say no at any time and everything stops. Got it?”

She nodded, a knot growing in her throat. She’d said she wanted to try things and the night had only just begun. Jared lifted her arm above her head while he fished under the mattress for the leather ties. She had to swallow hard when the fur-lined cuff was wrapped around her wrist and buckled in place. He lifted her other arm and repeated the process before sitting back on his heels.

“Pull at them,” he commanded, his gaze hot as he swept it down her naked form. She jerked at the tethers hard but they didn’t budge. He put his hand out and shook his head. “Easy, honey. Even though these are lined you could bruise if you pull too hard.”

Jared moved her hands so her fingers could wrap around the soft leather of the strap. “Put your hands here and if you need to you can pull. Nothing is going to budge that headboard. It’s made from solid oak beams.”

Her breath hitched in her chest as the fact that she was effectively helpless dawned on her. He could do just about anything he wanted to and she couldn’t stop him. Instead of making her afraid, the idea ratcheted up her arousal into the stratosphere. Honey dripped down her thighs and her nipples tightened painfully under his scrutiny. This was more than she ever could have imagined and her fantasies were currently running wild.

What would he do next?

Misty was laid out before him like the most delicious buffet of bare flesh he’d ever seen. A sexy decadent angel, her long golden hair was spilled around her like a halo. Despite the fact that he’d gotten off only minutes before, Jared had to rein in his arousal to keep from falling on her like a starving dog on a steak.

Jared’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth over the already hard nipples. She twisted underneath him, her lush lips parted as her breath came in pants.

“I can do whatever I please and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Jared intoned. It wasn’t the truth of course. One word or even a frown and he’d have her out of those bonds in seconds. He hoped pointing out her predicament would amp up her arousal even further.

He ran a finger through her drenched folds and chuckled as his finger slid inside her pussy easily.

“I think you like being in bondage, honey.” A finger brushed her clit and a moan was torn from her lips. “I think you like it a lot.”

Jared should have known she was like no one else. Instead of denying it or acting coy, she nodded her agreement. “Yes. I like it. Are you going to do my legs? Or maybe spank me?”

She’d be the death of him and it was all his own fault. She’d been innocent – no, wait – inexperienced when he met her, all blushes and giggles. Now she was practically Mata Hari seducing him with a smile or a turn of her shoulder. But he sure as shit wouldn’t complain. He had everything he’d ever wanted all wrapped up in this bundle of golden haired trouble. He’d never let her go.

“You will not get a spanking.” He reached around and patted her bottom. “Not while you’re pregnant. I’m sure it would be fine but I’m not taking any chances with you. As for your legs, not this time. I want you to wrap them around me while I’m fucking you. Can you do that for me?”

Misty nodded toward the nightstand. “And the drawer?”

There were several things in that drawer she would enjoy but one item took Jared’s fancy. Misty’s nipples were sensitive and she enjoyed having them played with.

“Maybe,” he answered casually, not wanting to give away the surprise. “I have a couple of ideas but you have to be a good girl, remember?”

She scowled. “I am being a good girl.”

“Good girls don’t ask so many questions. Nor do they try and control things, which is what you’re doing. Relax and trust me to take care of you. I promise you’ll enjoy it so much more.”

Her expression immediately softened. “I do trust you, Jared. More than anyone else in the world.”

An arrow of pain shot through his heart at her softly spoken words. She had no idea how much they meant to him. He loved her. Adored her. Worshipped her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

She was everything. And more than he deserved. So arrogant and full of himself, he hadn’t been able to see how perfect she was that first night when she’d driven him home. It had taken him time to see they were made for each other. She didn’t take any crap from him and kept his feet firmly on the ground.

Not able to speak at the moment, he instead turned back to his goal – making Misty scream with pleasure.

Reaching around to the back of the nightstand, he plucked the small key from its hidden hook and unlocked the drawer. Misty craned her neck to see but tied down as she was she didn’t have a good angle. She would have to wait and see what he had in store for her.

Rummaging in the drawer, he pulled out a pair of tweezer-type nipple clamps with weighted beads hanging from the ends. They would tug nicely on the hard tips of her breasts every time she moved, heightening her pleasure.

Jared held up the clamps in front of Misty. “These are nipple clamps. I’m going to put them on you and leave them there for a little while. If you don’t like them I’ll take them off immediately.” He grinned wickedly. “But I think you’re going to love them, honestly.”

Holding them closer for her examination, she nodded again. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he vowed. “Just give yourself a minute to get used to it.”

Bending his head, he drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, worrying them with his tongue and teeth until they were hard and tight. He placed the clamp on either side of the bud and tightened the clamp until he heard the swift intake of her breath.

Ratcheting the tension down slightly, he applied the other clamp and sat back with satisfaction. Her cheeks and chest were a rosy hue and her breathing was ragged. Her expression was one of indecision as if she wasn’t sure she liked it or maybe she wasn’t sure she was supposed to like it. He reached out and brushed the heavy beads so the clamps tugged at the nipple.

Misty moaned and twisted, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “Jared,” she whispered.

Reaching for the opposite breast, he held his hand only a few inches from the beads. He didn’t touch them. He just held his fingers ready. Waiting.

“Please,” Misty gasped. “Please, Jared.”

So beautiful when she begged, he could refuse her nothing. He swept the beads to the side and she groaned even as her hips lifted. This wouldn’t be the last time they used these clamps. He might buy a pair with purple beads to match her eyes.

Misty was lost in a maelstrom of sensation. Some small part of her was saying she shouldn’t enjoy the ache of the clamps on her sensitive nipples but she’d shouted that voice down. It felt too good to be wrong. Everything she did with Jared was good and perfect.

His callused fingers ran over every inch of her flesh, sending flashes of heat through her veins and lightning skimming across her skin. He parted her thighs, his thick digit pressing inside of her – first one and then two.

Hooking his fingers, he rubbed a sweet spot inside of her that made the room spin and her body quiver with arousal. Trembling on the precipice, she cried out in abandonment when he pulled away.

“I want to be inside you when you come, Misty. I want to feel you fall apart all around me. I want to feel the way your sweet pussy hugs my cock when we fuck.”

Three months ago those words would have embarrassed the hell out of her. Now they turned her on, sending her arousal soaring even higher and making her shiver in anticipation.

“Make love to me,” she urged, tugging at the leather straps that kept her from touching his smooth golden skin. “Don’t make me wait.”

He didn’t.

His large muscular body covering hers, he lifted her legs so they were wrapped around his waist. Tilting her hips to just the right angle, he plunged deep inside of her – in to the hilt in one stroke. He filled her totally and completely, pleasure bubbling through her like champagne.

Jared fucked her deep and hard – each stroke building the heat inside her that was threatening to detonate. With each thrust her breasts jiggled and the beads tugged, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit.

“Now, honey,” Jared rasped into her ear as he thrust one last time. His fingers plucked one of the clamps off of her nipple and then the other. The bite of pain as the blood rushed back in sent her over the edge, her orgasm exploding inside of her like dynamite – hot and powerful. Jared’s touch seared her skin as she shattered apart into a million tiny shards, glinting and dancing in front of her eyes.

Jared groaned his own release, his body tight and his jaw flexing. His eyes closed for a long moment and then her name fell from his lips as he sucked air into his lungs.

Fluttering down to earth, she luxuriated in his attention as he pressed open mouth kisses on her neck and shoulders. Finally he uncuffed her wrists and she wrapped her arms around him, her palms tracing the dips and planes of his muscles.

“So…I guess I like kinky,” she said after they’d both laid there for a long time watching the shadows on the wall and the moon through the curtains. Misty didn’t think she’d ever be shy or embarrassed again after tonight. If being open-minded meant the sex was that amazing she needed to do it more often.

Jared chuckled and turned so she could tuck her head onto his shoulder. “I guess you do. There are lots of things we can explore together. All you have to do is say the word. Whatever you want.”

“What if I want that spanking? I think I might like it.” She was ready to admit that pain heightened pleasure for her and a spanking sounded…naughty and decadent all at the same time.

“Not while you’re pregnant. You’ll have to pick something else. Not that I’m not dying to spank that cute little bottom because believe me, I am. I just won’t be doing it for awhile. Tomorrow morning I’ll let you go through the nightstand drawer. Maybe you’ll find something you want to try in there.”