Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories) (4 page)

He
hissed through his teeth and gave her a hard thrust as if punishing her for her
body’s behaviour. She sucked in a breath and gaped up at him as he did it
again. Trying to control the pulsing of her body, she gripped at her restraints
but it was no good, her body had other ideas. So with each throb of her pussy,
he pressed harder and deeper until she was sure she couldn’t take any more.

She
ached and pulsed and almost hurt as he fucked her harder than anyone had ever
fucked her before. The pleasure was unbearable but she knew she had to take it
for Jett. Sweat glistened on his skin and she felt like she might explode at
any moment as a boiling heat gathered in her womb.

“Take
it,” he told her. “Take it all, my little slut.” His cock throbbed inside her and
she cried out as her pussy spasmed on the edge of an orgasm.

His
cum hit her pussy and her climax took off, spiralling from inside her. She
closed her eyes as his hot seed filled her and he continued to milk himself
inside her. She quaked from head to toe, stars flashing behind her eyelids as
she tried to draw in breaths.

When
she opened her eyes, Jett withdrew from her, offering a twisted smile as he
released her legs and leaned over her. The proximity of the body that she still
hadn’t touched made her ache with need all over again.

Jett
skimmed a quick kiss over her lips before releasing her hands and helping her
up to sitting. “Clean me,” he demanded as he came to stand in front of her as
she sat on the coffee table.

His
command shouldn’t have startled her but it did. The way he just stood there,
naked, confident, his cock waiting for her. Her brain could barely function
from the orgasm he’d just given her. She felt like she wanted to curl up into a
ball and absorb it all and maybe even cry. Sex with Jett Olsen had changed her
life irrevocably. Would anything be the same again?

But
she still got down on her knees and cleaned the cum from his cock. She lapped
it up, tasting herself on him. The musky smell of sex was so strong that she
couldn’t tell if it was just his cum dripping from her pussy or more arousal.
Something primitive twisted at her heart as she licked his head and thought of
his seed filling her, marking her as his.

As
she finished, he pulled her to standing and hooked a hand under her legs,
scooping her up. With no other choice, she hooked her arms around his neck and
stared at his rugged profile. The urge to kiss at his jawline struck but
somehow she resisted.

“What
are you doing with me?”

“Getting
you cleaned up.”

Grace
blinked. Getting her cleaned up? What? Wasn’t she here just for his pleasure?
Sure, the best kind of Doms ensure their subs were cared for but she certainly
didn’t expect Jett to be one of those.

He
carried her into his bedroom and her bare breasts rubbed against his smooth
chest, making her nipples peak once more. Once he’d laid her down on the cotton
sheets, he strode into the bathroom, giving her a peek at his taut, beautiful
arse, and began pouring a bath.

Grace
stared at the white ceiling, lethargic but edgy. What else did he have planned
for her? Water torture? She’d heard about it but never experienced it and
didn’t really want to. But she didn’t have much choice. She was Jett’s for the
night. So far nothing had quite gone like she’d expected. His spanking had been
brutal but his love-making amazing. And now he talked of getting her cleaned
up. Surely he didn’t mean to just put her in the bath?

But
then he returned and scooped her up once more. “How’s it going, Gracie?”

Fuck
but she could feel herself turn to jelly when he called her that. He said it so
seriously, no affection behind it, yet it made her feel like dropping to her
knees and begging him to use her further.

“Fine.”
She smiled hesitantly.

“Sore?
Tired?”

“N-no.”
Why did he care?

“Good,
because I’m going to put those gorgeous holes of yours to use soon.”

She
shuddered at the promise in those eyes and sucked in a breath as he lowered her
into a deep, bubbly corner bath. He followed her in as she positioned herself,
arms wrapped around her knees. She stared as he climbed in, the water making
the hair on his legs darker. They rubbed against the sides of her bottom as he
slid them past her.

Jett
reached out to her and drew her closer, coaxing her around so that her back was
pressed against his chest. His cock jabbed into her bottom, hard and ready to
impale her already. It took all her strength not to rub up against it like a
cat in heat.

“I
love how you look at me,” he murmured in her ear. “Like I’m going to devour you
or something. You don’t hide your reactions.” Sweeping aside her hair, he
pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “Do I scare you, sweetheart?”

Grace
liked her lips. Should she tell him the truth? Did he care? Or was it just some
weird male ego thing? “A little,” she confessed.

He
chuckled against her skin. It was a sound she was getting used to now. Before,
she couldn’t have imagined Jett chuckling but it was a pleasant sound,
especially when she knew there was no malice behind it. But did she know that?
They still had a lot of the evening together. Where was the sadist she’d heard
so much about?

“That’s
okay. I don’t mind my subs being a little on edge. But just remember, I will
make you feel good. Whatever I do to you, you’ll be begging for more by the end
of it.”

Large
hands began massaging at her shoulders and her stomach flipped. Was it nerves
or excitement now? The lines had grown very blurred. Part of her longed to find
out what he had in store for her for the rest of the evening while the other part
dreaded it. Would he push her further than she could handle?

His
hands slipped down her arms, soaping them and easing the aches that had
developed from being tied up. Then he pressed under her arms and cupped her
breasts, tugging her nipples into peaks and forcing a moan from her. All her
worries dissipated at the feel of his rough fingers.

“I
love your breasts. A perfect fucking handful.”

She
glanced down. He was right. They looked perfect in his hands, her tanned skin
filling them wonderfully. Somehow she suspected she had never been perfect
before. It was only when Jett touched her that she was.

The
tension seeped from her body and she tilted her head back against him. As one
hand continued to cup her breast, the other stroked at her neck, encircling it,
stroking it, encircling it, stroking it. It felt possessive, making her acutely
aware of his strength to her fragility but it didn’t scare her like Greg had.

Jett
leaned forward, pushing her with him and reached down to rub her thighs. Her
legs fell open as his fingers skimmed the sensitive skin on the inside of her
legs, his fingertips brushing all too briefly at her folds.

“Turn
around.”

Grace
eased herself reluctantly away from the support of his body and came to her
knees, pivoted around and took in the sight of him all wet against the white porcelain
of the bath. It was almost enough to send her sliding under the water as her
body weakened at the sight. With his dark hair all wet and spikey, rivulets
streaming down his chest, bubbles collecting on his tan skin, he was like a
dream.

“On
all fours.”

She
did as he bid, pressing her hands to the bottom of the bath and coming up into
doggy position. The bubbles tickled her chin and cold air greeted her rear as
it thrust out of the water.

Curling
a finger in invitation, he smirked as he laid back and waited for her to position
herself over him. “Do you like my body?” he asked as she straddled him.

Was
this a trick question? “Of course,” she spluttered out.

His
grin widened. “Good. You’re far too quiet, Gracie. Tell me what you like about
it.”

Her
heart squeezed. Seriously? He wanted her to tell him all about his own sexy
body? She wasn’t sure she could find the words. “Well… I… I like your arms. They’re
strong and… and they feel good around me…” She glanced down. God, she was crap
at this.

A
finger came under her chin, coaxing it up. “Touch me and tell me. I want your
hands on me. If you find me sexy, then show me.”

Okay,
she could do this. This was some kind of test or something, she reckoned, and
she sure didn’t want to fail. She drew in a path and traced the tattoo on his
arm before bringing her lips down onto it. “I love your ink,” she murmured
against it. “It makes you look bad.” Heat rushed into her cheeks. But he had
said he liked her honesty right? She followed the lines onto his chest and
kissed those too.

He
winnowed a hand into her hair, gripped tightly but allowed her enough movement
to continue kissing his chest. “Do you think I’m bad?” he asked.

She
paused to look up at him. “I don’t know. I thought so. I think you can be.” He
nodded and she assumed he was pleased with her answer.

Grace
skimmed her lips up his neck to his jawline and lips. She kissed those, relishing
the warmth. He didn’t move, just let her continue kissing along his face and
slightly bent nose. “I like the way you always have some bristle.”

“Bet
it makes me look bad too, huh?” he said with a laugh.

“Yep.”
She surprised herself by laughing too. She was sat in the bath with Jett Olsen.
Big, bad Jett. She shouldn’t be laughing.

“Use
your hands on me too.”

Biting
back a groan of delight, Grace managed to control herself in spite of aching to
clutch his throbbing shaft right away. She skimmed her hands down the ripples
of his stomach, taking her time to sketch each one. Shit, an eight pack! It was
almost too much for a woman to take. Her fingertips brushed the head of his
cock and it pulsed against her. Then she wrapped her hand around the thick
length and continued to lick and nip his neck and chest.

He
bucked his hips into her hand, masturbating himself in her hold. His jaw
clenched, his breath hissed between his teeth but he kept his gaze on her as he
gripped the edge of the bath and she stared up at him from under her eyelashes.
She squeezed harder, worked harder, loving that she could had such an effect on
him.

Suddenly
he grasped her wrist and ripped her from him. “That’s enough.”

She
squeaked in surprise as he flattened her against him, claiming her mouth in a
rough kiss and stroking along her wet buttocks. Both his hands came around and
grasped her arse cheeks, spreading them wide so warm water and cold air flowed
between them. Even in the water, she knew her pussy was wet and silky, begging
for the thrust of his cock.

Then
he pushed her back and using her wrist, twisted her around until she was back
on her knees, facing away from him. He kept held of her wrist, holding it
behind her as she supported her weight with her other hand against the bathtub.

“You
should see how you look. Wet and hot. Ripe for a fucking.” He slapped a hand to
her arse making her jump. “You’re going to beg to come, Gracie. You’re going to
beg me to put my cock in your tight little hole.”

She
whimpered at this. A heated imprint from his hand blossomed across her arse,
both soothing and alarming. He didn’t warm her up to these things, she’d
discovered. Would he be the same with her arse? Would he just ram his cock in
regardless of the face she was practically an anal virgin?

“Have
you had many cocks in your arse?”

Did
the man read her mind? “No… just one. Only a couple of times,” she replied
quietly.

“Greg?”

She
nodded pitifully. Yes, fucking Greg. She’d hated it, had come to loathe sex
with him and especially didn’t enjoy the way he fucked her arse.

“I’m
going to erase the fucking memory of that man from you, darling. When I’m done
with you, all you’ll be able to remember is me with my cock buried deep inside
your tight arse.”

Grace
gulped and nodded again. She didn’t doubt she’d remember it but she wasn’t sure
she’d enjoy it. But part of her already felt more at ease with him. She almost…
trusted him? The way he’d bathed her, talked to her, inched her ever so
slightly open by forcing her to talk to him. It had broken down a barrier
somewhere.

“Only
me,” he told her forcefully as he brought his hand down on her arse. “I want to
hear you say my name when I take you.”

“Yes,
Jett.”

He
released her other hand so she could fully support herself and spanked her arse
with the flat of his palm, covering every inch of it. It felt like the air had
been stolen from her lungs as the burning sensation spread. Not once did he
alternate between hard and soft like she was used to. Not once did he give her
a break. She squeezed her eyes shut and then realised that made it worse, so
she opened them and stared at the shiny white surface of the bath edge.

The
crack of flesh on flesh rang off the tiles, the water sloshing as he hit her.
But she wanted so badly to do this, to please him, to have her arse glowing
from his palm prints, so she grit her teeth and took it.