Pleasure Bound - Complete (77 page)

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“Dammit! Where is that napkin?” Jenna hissed as she rummaged through her bag after she’d plopped it onto the bathroom counter when she’d returned home. She was sure she’d dumped the napkin into a side pocket of her purse right after Sully had left the booth. But now it wasn’t there.

Shit!

Unfortunately, the remnants of his heated looks were still playing tease with her. Her nipples ached to be touched and her clit needed to be soothed desperately—all because of Sully Hero.

Why in the world had he come back here and not gone off to God knew where with his astronaut cousins? And why did she insist on going to Sully’s bar every Friday night and submitting herself to this torturous, sexual hell every time she came home without him?

That son of a bitch! He was probably screwing the blonde bombshell who’d been flirting with him. Just the thought of him being in another woman’s arms made that familiar roar of red-hot anger grip her.

Oh! She hated feeling this way. Hated the idea that Sully might prefer a skinny chick over her. Hated the idea that she still cared about him at all.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she slipped off her blouse, unlatched the front clasps on her bra and watched her generous 36D-sized breasts fall free. Her globes looked heavy and swollen, her large, pink, lollipop-sized nipples appeared taut beneath the glare of her bathroom lights.

Damn Sully Hero for making her react this way every time he was in the same room as her.

Glancing lower, she noticed her thick waistline bulging slightly over her size sixteen skirt.

She frowned. Okay so she was still as overweight as ever. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to slim down a little. She ate relatively well, exercised almost every day with brisk, early morning walks and yet she never lost weight.

Her grandmother said it was in their genes. MacLean women were good farm stock material. Always on the big side. Big-boned, big-boobed and big-assed.

Even her grandmother had been overweight all her life, and pictures of her late mom showed her being overweight too.

When Jenna had been younger, she’d tried to defy her heritage, gone the diet route, laxatives, played a little with the bulimia stuff and tried to shed her pounds that way, but all it had gotten her in the end was sick as a dog.

She’d finally accepted herself as being a plus-size woman. Destined to be a size eighteen, sometimes size twenty, sometimes size sixteen, bouncing between a hundred and sixty and a hundred and ninety pounds for the rest of her life. She’d thought she’d gotten used to the idea, thought she’d finally felt comfortable in her own skin, that is…until sexy, well-hung Sully had sauntered back into town and conjured up all her insecurities again. Stupid, immature insecurities that whispered to her he was just too good-looking for tubby her.

Frig!

Why should she even care that he talked to other women more than he did to her? Their relationship was in the past, but those intense sexual sensations she got whenever she was around him or smelled him wasn’t history. Those feelings were alive and eating her up—making her feel like a firecracker about to explode.

Frowning, she reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out the weighted nipple clamps she’d ordered through her favorite sex toy Internet site. According to the site, these clamps were made for beginners, the tension being adjustable and the grips rubber-tipped. She’d worked her way up to wearing them at tighter and longer tension levels until she now craved a harder grip. But these would do until she could get online and search for new ones.

She inhaled softly as each clamp bit into her tender, aroused nipples. She allowed the foot-long chain with the crystal stone weight to dangle between her breasts. The sight of her breasts being decorated in this way turned her on, adding to the already lusty feelings roaring through her at the thought of Sully being there in the bathroom with her, watching her, wanting her.

Ignoring the painful pleasure-pinch of the clamps, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ceramic floor with a soft rustle, then pulled down her thong underwear and stepped out of them. From the same drawer she withdrew the glass dildo wand she’d bought at the same time as the clamps.

Dubbed the Long Dong Torpedo, it consisted of a nontoxic, red liquid glycerin compound that generated unbelievable heat just as a man’s cock did. Eight inches long and two inches wide, it fit inside her pussy nice and snuggly, just as Sully’s penis once had.

Slipping her free hand between her widespread legs, Jenna bit her lip to keep from crying out as her finger eagerly pushed past her swollen pussy lips and slipped inside her vagina to collect some moisture. Gliding back out she then began a slow, erotic slide of her wet finger over her aching clit while watching her reactions in the mirror.

This is what Sully would see when he watched another man touch her.

Half-lidded eyes, her full, red lips slightly parted as the increasing aroused bliss blew around her, her pink nipples growing darker beneath the sharp pinch of the clamps.

At the beginning, when she’d first started playing with the clamps, she’d kept them on only for five to ten minutes at a time, allowing herself to get used to the pleasure-pain, allowing her nipples to receive its much-needed blood supply. But now, she’d graduated and could keep them on for up to thirty minutes inside her comfort zone of pleasure-pain.

Her clit pulsed and sent shimmers of delight outward as she feverishly moved her wet finger over her swollen, tender flesh.

In the mirror, she watched the length of silvery chain sway between her breasts as she inhaled harshly, the heavy stone hanging from the middle of the chain trying to drag her nipples down.

Would Sully enjoy watching the pleasure skim across her face as another man ran his finger over her engorged clit, making her moan and whimper?

Jenna drew more moisture from her ever increasingly wet vagina and rubbed harder, faster. She could feel the familiar sexual tension grip her. Could see her eyes begin to close. Heard her breathing grow heavy and tortured as her want for pleasure increased.

Grabbing the huge glass wand, she imagined it to be Sully’s hot cock as she plunged it into her vagina in one quick thrust, burying it into her wetness.

Oh, yes! So hot! So big!

Keeping both hands moving, one finger eagerly rubbing her clit, the other sliding the dildo in and out of her, she scrunched her eyes tight and allowed the pleasure to burst over her.

Within seconds she became lost in the frantic, erotic waves of bliss.

Chapter Two

Jenna hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Meemee to write down she was a white picket fence kind of woman, Sully thought as early the next morning he gazed at the newly painted white picket fence enveloping the cozy century home on the corner of Lilac Lane and Peppermint Trail. A colorful sign, splashed with the words
Jenna’s Antiques and Collectibles
hung over the fancy, white screen door.

The house looked vanilla yet sexy at the same time.

He’d passed by the place many times since he’d been back, but he’d never gone inside. Not until the time had been right, and today…it was right.

He’d known she’d dated several local guys while he’d been away. Letters from Meemee had kept him up to speed about Jenna MacLean, whether he’d wanted to hear about her or not.

When his contract with NASA had been up for renewal, he’d opted out and come straight back to Hideaway.

Back to Jenna.

But try as he might, he hadn’t been able to seek her out and apologize for breaking up with her the way he had, for leaving her and for crushing the promises he’d made to her.

Apologies had always been hard for him. Stubborn Hero pride, his mother always called it. She’d warned him many times his pride would get him into trouble.

Looks like she’d been right.

Sully’s heart picked up a mad pace as he caught sight of the two white-painted, fan-back settees on the front porch and the twig heart busting with ivy hanging on the wall between the chairs. It looked like a nice place for a couple to sit during romantic evenings. His cock hardened at the thought of Jenna and himself sitting there, talking of what they would do with each other when they hit the sheets for the night.

He shook his head in frustration. He had no business chasing after Jenna MacLean. He didn’t need her, didn’t need the complication of love in his life again. Nor did he need the pain of a broken heart should she choose not to give them a second chance and that was only if he ever gathered up the nerve to ask her to take him back.

And then there was the Ménage Club. The possibilities of pleasuring Jenna using the club were endless.

Although she’d mentioned in her ad she would participate in ménages, if they got together and she discovered he wanted help from a third in their relationship from the Club, would she tell him to go to hell?

Or would she submit?

They’d been apart for so long. It was obvious from that napkin she’d changed, matured. Did she even want him back in her life? Was it not crazy of him to think they could simply pick up where they’d left off? To give their relationship another try based on a club that used extreme techniques to bring a couple back together?

He should just keep on walking. Pass the cute, little antiques shop and the life she’d built without him, and never look back.

Sully frowned as delicate perfume wafted up from the carefully tended flowerbeds. Once upon a time, he’d dreamed of a place like this. Dreamed of a woman like Jenna.

Old-fashioned yet sexually adventurous.

And then he’d met Jenna and his dreams had come half true, but because of her jealousy and his inability to reassure her she was number one in his life, he’d turned his back on her. He’d joined NASA’s new astronaut training program that had promised great pay, big space adventures, astronaut training and a way to forget about Jenna.

Yeah, he’d gotten the great pay, space adventure and training, but his heart and bed had been empty without her. Maybe it was better for her if he just stayed away. Maybe it was best if he just kept on walking and walked right out of her life.

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The sound of the bell jangling against the front door to the store made Jenna lift her head from the items she’d been unpacking in the back room.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” she called out and returned her gaze to the yellowware dish set. The set was fantastic and in prime condition. She already had a buyer for it. She would get a great profit since she’d gotten it for peanuts. Not to mention the other goodies she’d purchased. A 1740s pewter cupboard, the Connecticut saltbox that was used as a hideout for the Tories during the Revolution then used to hide the Civil War slaves, and many other items that would sell like hotcakes this summer when the tourists came to the quaint little town of Hideaway, Maine.

Taking a quick sip of her strawberry cooler, she then made her way to the main room.

Hmm…no one here. They must have gone into one of the other areas in her shop. She’d arranged the entire first floor of the old century house using a theme for each room. The living room was the first room the customers saw when they came in. She’d crammed it with antique wingback chairs, a gorgeous sofa, a fish-packing crate she’d found at an out-of-town antiques fair. Among other things, she had a variety of antique kerosene lamps strewn about for effect, spinning wheels, late nineteenth-century cast-iron urns, a weaver’s frame with hand-carved spools for the wool and tons of vintage bottles that cast jewellike hues as they sat on glass shelves in the numerous windows.

As she zipped through the kitchen, she glanced at the decorative old copper pots and pans hanging from a hook lamp, the bright antique pottery displays sitting on the kitchen countertops or her prized possession—a cast-iron beauty of an aged stove made in the early 1900s.

She peeked into the various other rooms before spotting someone in the back bedroom. Ah, so this is where her customer had gotten off to. He stood with his broad back to her and even before she recognized his dark brown, short hair and the confident way he stood as he surveyed the 1890s canopy bed she’d decorated with a late nineteenth-century, finely stitched tulip quilt, her pulse was already racing.

“It must have taken a lot of work to put this place together,” Sully said.

He didn’t turn around when he spoke. Instead, he reached out a large hand and ran his fingers tenderly over the quilt.

Jenna swallowed at the sensual gesture.

Suddenly she for his fingers to touch her heated skin, cup her breasts, rub her clit.

Oh boy! Not good.

“May I help you?” she whispered in a sultry voice. She forced herself to quickly clear her throat, to push aside the wicked sensations running through her as she stood in a bedroom with her sexy Sully.

“Actually, yes. There are a few interesting items here I could use in my bar…as conversation pieces.”

He strolled to a nearby Pennsylvania cupboard where she had housed some of her antique erotic toys. She’d debated long and hard whether or not to invest in such intimate items. To her surprise, they were some of her hottest sellers.

Most people bought them as keepsakes to remind them of the old days or like Sully, who wanted them as conversation pieces.

Now as he touched her sex toys, he was turning her on big-time.

Good grief, just looking at his broad back, the arrogant slash of his bristled jaw, the gentle way his fingers wrapped around the wooden egg-shaped item as he scooped it into his large, calloused palm made her mind scramble into a whirlwind of thoughts.

What if he decided to throw her on to the bed and have his way with her? What if she broke down and asked him to take her back? Told him she really wanted to be with him. To experiment with him at the Ménage Club. A club that was rumored to have a 100% success rate for bringing together old lovers who’d sworn never to get back together again.

“What’s this?” he asked as his hot, green gaze slammed into her, making her catch her breath.

Damn him for being so curious.

She should tell him it was a Fabergé egg, just to be rude or to tease him, but he was a potential customer and she needed to keep herself in business mode.

Sully Hero was a well-liked man in this town and if he could spread word about her antiques shop, it could only be beneficial to be nice and pretend her insides weren’t shaking with both lust and fear that he would recognize she wanted to reignite the passion they’d once shared. But she couldn’t afford to have him break her heart when he took off again. Maybe next time he’d be gone for good.

“It’s a Victorian-era butt plug,” she admitted.

“Really?” One side of his luscious mouth quirked upward and her heart went into hyper mode. He’d always looked so damn cute when he threw her that teasing smile. It just about made her knees melt.

“Yes. A European doctor invented this particular shape. He prescribed them to couples as a kind of fertility aid to help prevent sperm loss. The idea of the inserted egg into a woman’s anus would make her vagina tighter and this butt plug would make the sperm head toward the woman’s reproductive organs.”

He merely nodded, acting as if speaking about butt plugs were a perfectly normal event for him.

She, however, could feel her face heating up. Whether from excitement or embarrassment, she wasn’t too sure. And sweet heavens she couldn’t believe she was speaking so casually about sex toys with him. In the past, it had been a topic of conversation she’d avoided like the plague…until she’d read on the Internet that sex toys were a perfectly natural addition to millions of couples’ sex lives and it wasn’t something shameful or scandalous as her late grandmother had made her believe when she’d discovered the tiny vibrator in Jenna’s room—the vibrator Sully had bought her.

“And what’s this?” He picked up a long, thick, ivory item.

Oh, God!

“A…a Renaissance Italian dildo.” Have mercy, now it really was getting hot in here!

“Tell me more about it.”

Keep it businesslike, Jen. If he buys one, you’ll be making a tidy profit.

“Well…back then they were called
diletto
, which means delight. Skilled craftsmen made them out of stone, leather, ivory and wood. Olive oil was used as a lubricant.”

Her pussy spasmed at the thought of Sully inserting the dildo into her eager and craving vagina.

“And this?”

Oh my! Her throat suddenly grew dry as he set down the dildo and picked up an ivory ring.

“It’s from the 1600s.”

“Exquisite carving…looks like a dragon.”

“It is.” To her horror her voice cracked. She cleared her tight throat and forced herself to remain calm. Heck, she wasn’t doing a good job of it, at least not by the look of her reflection in a nearby mirror.

Oh, God! Her cheeks were pink and her swollen breasts were heaving wildly against her suddenly too tight granny dress. Not to mention her pussy was creaming up a hot storm.

“What was it used for?”

Use your imagination!
she wanted to yell. Instead, she found herself explaining, totally mesmerized at the lusty interest sparkling his eyes.

“Men would slip it over their…erections in order to hold them longer.”

Sully moved closer to her, his gaze narrowing as he looked more closely at the object.

“An antique cock ring. And what about this nub here? It looks like a clitoris stimulator.”

Her pussy creamed harder as she imagined slipping the cock ring onto Sully’s penis. Imagined his huge cock sliding in and out of her quivering vagina for hours as the cock ring maintained his erection, the nub on the end of it massaging her into one mind-blowing orgasm after another.

She noticed how good he smelled. His masculine scent teased her senses, made her want to inhale deep and hard, made her want to melt against him and feel him rub that big bulge in his pants against her pussy.

“Jenna?” His sexy voice shattered her fantasy.

She blinked and looked into his eyes. They were dark with sexual intent.

Hunger and raw, fierce need grabbed her. Instantly she was lost in sensations. Lost in lust. Lost in love.

Good grief! Was she nuts? Sully was no good for her! She’d taken years to get over him…hell, who was she kidding? She’d never gotten over him. Their years apart had only made her crave him more, had made her study sex toys and their history just so she would be ready for a moment like this. Now that the time had come, she wasn’t prepared for the sparks of attraction bursting between them. Nor was she prepared to lose herself inside these wonderful sensations.

Her nostrils flared at his primitive, male scent. Her breasts felt all tingly as his gaze drifted to them. She managed to take a step backward and felt the bureau press erotically against her ass. Her face grew warmer as he watched her closely. Too closely.

“Yes, the nub would rub against the woman’s clit,” she admitted.

It would rub against her clit. One brilliant orgasm after another while Sully watched.

“Enhancing her pleasure, no doubt.”

“No doubt,” she agreed.

He grinned. The intimate smile sunk deep into her very core, making her body hum. He placed the item back on the shelf, only to pick up yet another toy.

“What would this be used for?” he asked as he lifted the rubber penis-shaped item and examined it. “It’s hollow. Wide opening. Wide enough to slip over a man’s cock. Is it a cock massager of some sort?”

Sweet heavens! She couldn’t hold out too much longer against him.

“Actually no, it’s The Penis Stiffener, patented in 1907 in the United States.”