Natalie Acres (2 page)

She groaned, but her barely audible expression of displeasure would go unnoticed. Again, she lifted her head away from the pillow, pulled herself from the mattress, and wiggled forward. With tremendous effort, she slammed against the top of his head and her pussy burned as his prickly hairs tickled her opening.

He sniffed, released a hard breath, and threw his arm over his head. His hand landed between her breasts. Still nothing.

About that time, her cell phone released an alarming trumpet sound. Jason stirred. He mumbled something she couldn’t quite make out and then came to an upright position, left the bed, and snatched her phone from the table.

Without looking back, he entered the bathroom, took a leak, washed his hands, and returned to the bedroom. His eyes widened as soon as he saw her.

She made an awful racket then, trying her best to curse him while she held his undivided attention. Her body shook violently. She tossed her head from side to side as she glared at him, realizing a stare down wasn’t near enough ammunition to inflict appropriate damage.

Jason dragged his large hand over his face. His disheveled dark hair looked as if someone had teased the top with a damp brush. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Naturally, this little dilemma was her fault.

“Fuck, Kimberly,” he said, loosening the headgear and removing the ball gag. “What the hell happened here last night?”

Kimberly’s mouth was dry and she could barely form words, but somehow she managed to say, “Water.”

Jason balked at that, narrowed his gaze, and said, “Please, Master?”

She could only nod.

His chestnut-colored eyes held her to challenge. He scrubbed his scraggly jaw and reached for a water bottle on the bedside table.

About that time, his alarm clock rang out with an ear-piercing sound. “Damn it!” He slapped his hand over the power button. “Do you have somewhere you need to go?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Water,
Sir
.”

Why she gave him the respect he didn’t deserve, she would never know. Perhaps this was Self-Loathing 101. Maybe Ansley had been right about that as well.

Somewhere deep inside, she must’ve thought she deserved this kind of treatment.

Still, in her heart of hearts, she believed this was her final visit to Jason’s bed. She needed to sever ties with Jason once and for all. The booty calls in the middle of the night only kept her bound to him.

All things considered—literally.

“Are you upset with me, sub?”

She detected the hint of mockery in his voice. She saw the light of satisfaction in his eyes. He didn’t care that she had been strapped to his bed for hours. He didn’t care about the bruises she’d later have around her wrists or that her legs would be sore for days.

He damned sure didn’t mind that she had been up for the better part of the night and faced a busy day ahead.

All Jason Neely cared about was Jason Neely.

“Answer me, sub. Are you angry with me?”

“No,” she replied, coming to a decision she’d reached many times before. This would be their last time and she wanted to make it count. She longed to leave a lasting impression, one he’d crave in the middle of the lonely nights he would soon spend.

She eyed the main reason she’d tolerated him for this long. That wide, beautiful, and often very talented cock pulsed with morning excitement.

Yes, this was it. The last fuck was about to commence. After what she’d endured, she might as well take one for the team and give the man what so many other women had told her Jason Neely deserved.

“No? You aren’t upset?” he asked, holding the plastic bottle to her lips. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,
Sir
,” she rasped, her throat as dry as sawdust. She couldn’t help but notice how he flinched with her sarcastic reference.

“Your Master apologizes,” he said, speaking about himself in third person.

“I know,” she whispered, her eyes downcast. “You just had too much to drink.”

As if consumption and improper overindulgences made everything A-OK.

“I did,” he said, tilting his head sideways and giving her this look that suggested he thought, truly believed, she would simply sweep another one of his incidences under the rug.

Not this time. She was tired of that proverbial rug.

“Tell you what,” he said, setting the bottle on the bedside table. “I’ll give you whatever you want for as long as you want today.”

He left her and reentered the small bathroom she could see from his bed. He stuck his head under the faucet and returned to bed briskly rubbing a towel over his damp locks. His look was probably one he’d practiced and rehearsed.

That jet-black hair made him look sexier in a dark, brooding way, but the way he carried himself suggested he thought of himself as superior. Yes, Jason Neely gave himself far too much credit.

Kimberly couldn’t help but blame her mother’s generation of women. Once hailed as the best fuck in town, Jason had been somewhat of a legend in the Carolinas.

Perhaps his reputation was why she’d always yearned for a closer connection, a deeper involvement. At one time, she couldn’t believe he wanted only her. Of course she was young and dumb when they’d first met.

Sadly, Kimberly had loved him. She’d loved in earnest and feared she’d never care for anyone else the way she’d once cared for him.

In spite of the relationship woes she’d endured with her family, Kimberly had always put Jason first. Even now when she tried to pretend he was nothing more than great sex, she felt that constant reminder of the love they’d once shared.

“I have to work,” she said, glancing at the clock. She wanted to be rewarded for her troubles all right, but she’d only take a moment to collect her just rewards.

“You don’t want a treat?” He grabbed his cock, flexing his trunk-size arm as he fondled himself. “You’ve earned one. We both know you’ll enjoy your day more after I let you have what you came for in the first place.”

Oh, she wanted to scream! Jason gave Doms a bad name. He gave men in general a bad rep.

“Can I have anything I ask for?” She’d play along. She’d act like a man, or at least, this man. Why not hang around for a thrashing fuck?

“You know it, sub.” His sex protruded. Only Jason would become more aroused by the evidence of what had transpired—or more appropriately, what hadn’t—due to his negligence and alcohol abuse.

“I’m serious here. Can I call the shots?”

A slow smile crept across his face as he towered over her. His lips brushed past hers and he dipped his lower half. “Sure, sugar.”

She immediately turned her head, but he grabbed her jaw and held her firmly in place, forcing her to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t have passed out on purpose. I wouldn’t have deliberately missed out on this.”

“I don’t know, Jason,” she drawled, doubling down on her defiance. He didn’t like sass and he hated hearing her use his name in lieu of Sir or Master.

“Watch it, sub,” he growled, loosening the binds and freeing her wrists. His left palm landed next to her head. He pumped his body up and down, lowering his cock to her pussy yet refusing to enter her.

“Any ideas on how I can make it up to you?”

She had one or two. “I’m thinking.”

He massaged her arms. “You may have a couple of nasty bruises.”

“You don’t say?”

“What’s that?”

She shook off the need to be a true bitch. Besides, if his prediction materialized, he would probably hear from Daddy Kane and Joshua McKay, the two men who hated Jason worse than drama, even though they owned a knack for causing a bit where Jason was concerned.

“I hope I don’t have bruises,” she said, pushing him aside and sliding down the bed to untie her legs.

“Look at it this way,” he began, ready to defend and excuse his behavior. “You’re properly stretched. Those legs of yours may feel like elastic now, but you’ll thank me later.”

“But of course I will,” she said, wondering if she could even stomach one last ride for the cause.

“You didn’t wake me. If anything I should punish you for that.”

“I tried.”

“Yeah? Well you didn’t succeed and failure results in punishment.”

Kimberly’s anger reared its ugly head. She slapped her hand against the mattress and said, “You know what, Jason, I’ve had a long night. I need to run on home, shower, and get ready for the day ahead. I wish I had time to finish what we started, but you know what they say, ‘you snooze, you lose,’ and well, you had a really long nap at my expense.”

She rose from the bed, but didn’t escape. He leapt from the mattress and stood before her with a haunted expression, one she’d seen several times before. He suspected. Oh yes, he had a pretty good idea what his peaceful slumber may have cost him.

“You make time for me, sub,” he said, though his voice inflection didn’t suggest his dominance.

“I used to. That’s true,” she said, eyeing the tangled sheets.

“You know you want it,” he said, fumbling with his erection. At the same time, he jerked back the comforter and retrieved a vibrator, one of her very favorite toys.

Wearing a wicked smile he’d likely label as adorable, he pressed the power button and the gadget sprang into action. “Come here, baby.”

Kimberly swallowed the lump in her throat. Her pussy quivered. Her dry lips moistened.

He reached for her with his free hand while lowering his other arm. Kimberly took a deep breath and reminded herself of the promise she’d made while he’d been napping.

The forthcoming romp was her last good-bye.

An hour later, Kimberly writhed under his hand. The vibrator she’d wanted so much was now like a demon, a wretched device used to prolong the inevitable.

Sprawled between her legs, Jason manipulated her clit as the toy danced inside her folds, right beyond her pussy lips. Occasionally, he’d lower his mouth to her body and trace the outer rim of her ass, lightly tonguing the forbidden entrance until her hips flew off the bed and her breathless whispers left her begging for fulfillment.

By the time he hovered over her, the only thing she could think of was a quick fuck and a final farewell. She was tired of his games, and exhausted with the way he used sex to keep her crawling back to his bed.

Surely someone else out there could satisfy her more. Maybe she would even find someone who would appreciate and respect her.

He used his knees to part her legs. Discarding the dildo, he sheathed himself with a condom and doused his long, meaty shaft in lube.

“Such a sweet and patient sub,” he crooned, slapping her pussy with three fingers.

“Please me,” she whispered, standing solid on her decision. She’d never look back once she left his bed. She only failed to stand behind her past promises because previous decisions had been coerced by family members.

This decision was hers. The leaving time had arrived.

“Please you?” He laughed. “Ah, doll, you’re here to please me. Let’s not forget the truest reasons why you’re loyal to your duty of serving me.”

He lowered himself then, and his cock parted her folds. The hot lust she normally felt wasn’t there. The burning desire he once stirred within her had all but disintegrated, but she still fully intended to use him, fuck him.

His palms landed on either side of her head as he worked his cock inside her pussy like an old wrench tightening on a new socket. “Ah, you feel so good.”

“Hmm,” she whispered, turning her head and thinking of another, someone she’d seen several times at Clink, the club she and Ansley owned with Patience.

She couldn’t remember his name, but he was so fucking fine. He always wore dark denim jeans, a button-down shirt, and a cowboy hat.

How he dressed wasn’t the best part. It was how he watched her and how their eyes often met when they were enjoying one of the sideshows provided by an exhibitionist frequenting Clink.

“Fuck me,” she rasped, her pussy clenching as she imagined the tall, nameless cowboy she’d come to fantasize about in recent weeks.

“Your wish, but on my command,” Jason said, raring back and plowing forward.

“Ah, power,” she breathed, realizing she’d slipped as she contemplated the end, how she planned to leave him, how her final good-bye would soon be upon them.

“That’s what you want, sub?” Jason asked, thumping inside her dampening pussy. “You want power?”

“Hmm, yes,” she whispered, locking her legs behind his back. “And strength.”

He chuckled. “I alone give you strength, sub. Milk this cock, babe. You know what to do. Ah, honey. That’s my girl. You know who empowers you. I give you everything you need.”

He hammered inside her as that lustful expression hung heavy in his drooping eyes. Beads of sweat peppered his furrowed brow as he pushed the weight of his masculine flesh deep inside her womb.

Kimberly closed her eyes and continued fantasizing about the nameless cowboy, one of the new sightseers—a nickname Ansley had given patrons who often visited the club but never arrived or left with a woman on their arms.