Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories) (3 page)

He
nodded with satisfaction and curled his fingers over her the waist of her
knickers. With a rip, the material dug into her thighs and then was gone,
thrown the same way as her tattered dress. Cool air rushed around her heated
folds as she lay, spread eagled for Jett.

“Are
you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“And
you know I’m clean or they wouldn’t let me in the club. Same goes for you. So I
can fill this gorgeous cunt full of cum. Is that okay with you?”

“Yessss.”
She breathed the word, erotic images swirling in her mind.

He
took his time, as if they had forever instead of just one evening, to explore
her body with his fingers. Jett leisurely traced the inside of her thighs, the
curve of her waist, the mound of her breasts before dipping into her cunt. She needed
to press her legs together to relieve the pressure but the restraints held her
firm. His touch was too teasing, too light. It was agonising.

Leaving
her for a moment, she couldn’t see him as strolled behind the couch and she
waited, breasts heaving, her arousal dripping onto the table. When he came
back, he tied a blindfold around her eyes, blocking out everything. Grace
wasn’t sure whether this was better or worse. It seemed to calm her nerves
somehow but now she didn’t know what would happen next. And now she couldn’t
see beautiful Jett.

She
jolted as something cold touched her pussy. A vibrator. It wasn’t on yet but it
was hard and thick as he pushed it relentlessly into her cunt. She was wet but
it had been a while and she was tense. Still Jett kept pushing until the thick
monster was lodged inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy. She squirmed
against the pressure and received a slap to her thigh for her troubles.

“Keep
still,” Jett barked.

Whimpering,
Grace obeyed, waiting for whatever would happen next. Now came some nipple
clamps and she welcomed the pressure on her aching tips. This she didn’t mind,
but when the chains stretched over her stomach, her heart ratcheted up. She’d
seen these before. They clamped not only around your nipples but also to your
outer pussy lips. If she moved, either her pussy or nipples would get a sharp
tug. She forced herself to remain still and bit her lip as Jett placed a clip
on one side of pussy and then the other. As she shuddered, she felt the clamps
tug. Oh God, what had she let herself in for?

Pressing
each breath through her teeth, she listened to the steady footsteps as Jett
paced around her. Her senses were on overdrive. She was sure she smelled his
cologne but it sounded like he was down by her feet. What did she look like all
exposed against the glass, a dildo wedged in her pussy? Did he see the trickle
of damp seeping down between her buttocks? The pulse thudding in her neck? Her
nipples peaked against the clamps, making her wince as they tightened.

Grace
flinched as something touched her thigh. Leather. But she couldn’t tell what it
was yet. The implement danced across her legs and hips, up to her stomach and
drew circles around her breasts. Did he like what he saw? Grace had been lucky
that having Beth so young had meant her body pretty much sprang back into shape
but did he notice the small faded stretch marks? Did he appreciate her average
but perky breasts?

God,
she hoped so.

The
leather settled over her cleavage and Jett must have angled it so it was flat
against her as she now realised it was a paddle. She licked her bottom lip. He
was going to beat her. But how hard? And would he push her further than she
could take?

She
flinched as the paddle disappeared, clenching her eyes shut behind the mask. It
felt like an eternity before she heard the crack and it struck straight across
her wet folds, way further down than she’d expected. She cried out as the sting
radiated through her tender sex.

“Shhh,”
Jett soothed. “Take ten of these quietly and I’ll turn on the vibrator.”

Not
trusting herself to say anything coherent, Grace nodded. Though she was used to
a good spanking, the Doms at SinSity worked her up to it. And their aim wasn’t
really pain. Just a damn good show. If her skin reddened, great, but they
didn’t need her screaming.

But
Jett…  Jett didn’t  take it easy. That first hit had probably been the hardest
she’d ever received, straight over her delicate flesh. Teeth gritted, Grace
waited for the next blow. She heard the woosh through the air and forced
herself to relax into it. Somehow she managed to keep her cry to herself as
pain released through her.

“Count,”
he ordered.

“Two.”

“No,
this is one. You screamed on the first one.”

“One,”
she agreed meekly.

Smack.
He left her no time for recovery and laid another blow, slightly angled down
her lips so that the paddle struck the vibrator inside her, sending shafts of
pleasure through her hole even as heat consumed her skin.

“Two,”
she forced out.

“Good
girl,” Jett encouraged. “You should see yourself, laid out like an offering.
Your golden skin is shimmering. I can smell your arousal. You smell like
fucking heaven. I can’t wait to taste it.”

His
words made her chest swell with gratitude and her body clench with desire. She
couldn’t wait for him to taste it either. What would it be like to have Jett’s
strong tongue invading her lips and flicking across her clit?

The
next five blows came one after the other. Grace only just managed to keep count
as the throb of fire consumed her and the need to come amplified. Then Jett
took a moment to stroke her pussy, to increase the sensitivity in her nub, his
warm fingers working hard to bring her close. She bucked and writhed but the
nipple and pussy clamps tugged at her and she had to force herself to remain
still.

Jett
spanked her again, hitting across the metal clamps and sending a sharp pain
through her, one she hadn’t yet become accustomed to. The need to cry out was
so tangible but somehow she swallowed her scream and whispered, “Eight.”

The
last two spanks both went across the clamps, the metal digging into her pussy
lips and tears stung her eyes as she spilled out the final count. “Ten,” she
uttered gratefully.

“Gracie,
you are exquisite,” Jett told her as he unclipped the clamps from her pussy
lips.

The
blood rushed back into her tender flesh, increasing the ache until a Jett
flattened his warm palm over her slick cleft and rubbed carefully, positioning
himself beside her, one hand resting against the coffee table. Her clit
instantly pulsed to life in response and then he pressed at vibrator, making it
spark to life. It rolled inside her, rubbing at her g spot as Jett flicked her
nub back and forth. With her pussy free of the clamps, she could move freely.
They tugged on her nipples still but it only increased her pleasure,
intensified the awareness of her body.

She
strained against her bonds and realised she had quite a lot of freedom to move
so she rocked her hips with each swipe of his finger, desperately trying to
rotate against the elusive finger. Shocks of gratitude ran through her as the monstrous
plastic cock rubbed at her g spot and Jett’s finger tormented her clit.

“Do
you want to come, sweetheart?”

Unable
to speak, Grace nodded frantically. He whipped the blindfold from her as the
pressure on her nub increased and she squirmed in response, thighs trembling
with the need for release. It hit her hard and fast when it came. She went to
squeeze her eyes shut but found herself captivated by the look on Jett’s face
as he watched her. He observed her face closely as her orgasm radiated through
her. His finger tapped against her clit, drawing out powerful aftershocks that
made her jolt.

Heart
thudding, skin slick, Grace sagged against the table and he lazily stroked
across her wet folds as if soothing her through the pleasure before turning off
the vibrator.

“Good?”
he asked, green gaze connecting brashly with hers.

“Uh-huh,”
she responded wearily.

“Would
you like to thank me?” He stood, a hand to his jeans.

She
must have licked her lips as he smirked. Yes, she wanted to see Jett Olsen’s
cock. And yes she wanted to taste it. But her chest constricted at the sight of
his hard length straining against his jeans.  Could she even fit in inside her?

Disappointment
prodded at her as his hand left his jeans but then he removed his t shirt,
flinging it onto the couch and fresh desire flowed through her. Her mouth went
dry. Was that an
eight
pack? Every inch of him was firm, large,
masculine, powerful… from the ‘v’ of muscle leading down to his jeans to his
flexing biceps to his wide shoulders. That tattoo she’d seen crawled entirely
across one shoulder, tribal in design, and it sneaked onto his beautiful chest.
She flexed her hands as the need to stroke his taut skin struck her.

“Like
what you see?” Jett’s hands came back to his jeans.

“Yes.
Yes, Jett. I want to touch you.”

His
lips tilted. “That will have to wait. For now, you can taste me.”

With
the quickest of movements, he ripped off his jeans. He couldn’t have been
wearing any socks, she realised, as his feet were bare. She hadn’t even noticed
that. And he hadn’t been wearing underwear either as she was now faced with his
cock. A tremor of fear made her shudder against the cold glass as it twitched
in response to her study of him. Thick and shining, his shaft reminded her of
him. Powerful and predatory. Her pussy ached to be filled by it at the same
time as she worried that his length would split her in two.

“What
is it, Gracie?”

“Y-you’re
big.”

He
chuckled and Grace found she enjoyed the sound.

“You’re
good for a man’s ego, sweetheart. Let’s see if you’re as good with your mouth.”
Jett kneeled down near her head and pressed a firm hand to her cheek so she had
to twist her face around toward him. “Open,” he ordered.

Unwittingly,
her mouth dropped open and he thread his length between her lips. He didn’t give
her any time to get used to the shocking heat or the salty taste of him. In one
swift lunge, her nose was buried in the musky hair surrounding his rod and the
head hit the back of her throat, making her gag. He retreated and did it again
and she coughed this time. A strong hand twined into her hair, his grip tight
as he pulled back, allowing her to take a breath before plunging once more.
Panic crowded her mind as he picked up the pace. He was fucking her face like
it was a cunt. And she wasn’t sure she could take it. If he kept going, she’d
either choke or throw up. Regardless, he continued pounding into her face and
Grace felt saliva run down her cheek as she fought to keep from retching.

His
cock tensed in her mouth and she vaguely wondered if he was going to come. She
hoped so. Then it would be over. Then she’d get to taste his glorious cum. She
wasn’t sure where that thought came from but part of her knew nothing would taste
as good as Jett’s spunk.

When
he withdrew, Grace took a moment to gather her breath before meeting his gaze
as he pulled himself to standing. He brushed a hand across her face, an
affectionate gesture that had her heart slamming against her chest. Then he
moved to the end of the coffee table, looming over her. She took in the sight
of his glistening cock and rolling muscles.

“Shall
I fuck you now, Gracie? Do you want my cock stretching that gorgeous cunt of
yours?”

“Yes.
Oh yes, please.” She sounded pathetic. But for some reason, the brutal fucking
of her face had only made her long for it all the more.

He
grinned and kneeled down to remove the restraints from her ankles. Then he slid
the vibrator from between her legs, leaving her empty and bereft. Hooking both
arms under the crook of her knees, he slid her down the coffee table. The
restraints holding her wrists had enough give in them that her arse was now on
the edge of the table, her arms pulled straight above her head. Jett hooked her
legs over his shoulders and she gasped at the sensual image it made. His compelling
face framed by her golden legs, his torso visible between them… it was enough
to make her sex pulse with need.

The
warm head of his cock touched her folds and she released a moan before he’d
even impaled her. How would it be? Hard and fast? Or slow and sensual? Jett was
so hard to predict.

He
split her heat with his cock, spreading her wide until he was lodged just inside
her sheath. She moaned at the sensation and he groaned as he gripped her
thighs.

“Fuck,
you’re tight. But you can take me.” He invaded further. “That’s it, darling,
take it deep.”

The
angle meant his shaft rubbed straight across her g spot as he buried himself
fully inside her. His cock hit her cervix sending a jolt of exquisite agony
through her, the sensation so acute, she had to shut her eyes for a moment.
Then Jett started up with long, smooth strokes, each deliberate and forceful.
He grit his jaw and Grace became mesmerized by the movement of his lithe body
as each individual muscle moved against her. She glanced down at her pussy, the
sight of his cock skewering her bare cunt making her internal muscles clamp
down upon his length.