The Best Man (16 page)

“You have a very nice ass,” she
cooed, running her hands over his butt cheeks. “Very tight. Powerful. I love
how your hamstrings stand out.” Her hands slid down the back of his hips and
thighs.

He winced when she hefted his balls.
“Don’t worry,” she said, softly. “I won’t do anything that will harm these
boys.” She reached around to skim his cock. “And how is my favorite guy? Be
patient. I may get around to you.”

Jared wet his lips, resigning
himself to his fate. If she got around to his cock, it sure wasn’t going to be
anytime soon.

He saw her step to the bed and pick
up a lube bottle. She smiled when she saw him watching. “It’s nice having you
all to myself. I can touch you anywhere and everywhere and you can’t do
anything about it.”

“I assume that’s why my wrists are
bound. You’re sure taking your good time about it.”

“Tsk, tsk. It’s a woman’s
prerogative to take her time. There are so many possibilities. A little
preparatory work first.”

Jared closed his eyes and tried not
to groan when he felt the cool lube sliding down between his buttocks.

“A lava flow of lube,” she cooed. “It’s
so thick it hardly moves. Oops. It’s trying to go around your asshole. We don’t
want that, do we?”

“Do we?” she said, slapping his butt
with an open palm.

He shook his head. He hadn’t been
prepared for that. He canted his eyes open and saw her beaming at him.

“I’ll help,” she said, softly. She
made a show of wetting her finger.

He held his breath as the finger slid
down his butt. He felt her covering his asshole with lube. “I better try to get
a little inside,” she said. “When I’m ready to fuck your ass I want you to be
ready.”

Her finger eased into his ass. He
winced away without thinking. His reward was another stinging slap.

“You can’t get away from me.” She
lightly kissed the flesh she’d just spanked. “Relax, Jared. Open for me. I want
in.”

He did his best to relax. The sooner
he opened, the sooner she’d be done. “Oh my,” he moaned, as her finger pushed
through his outer ring. She pressed deeper and he tossed his head. He tried to
reach for his cock and was quickly reminded his wrists were bound.

“You like this?” Kitty asked, sawing
her finger smoothly in and out of his ass.

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Good.” She eased her finger out of
his butt and wiped it on a cloth. “Just think how much you’ll like something a
lot bigger than my finger. But first things first.” She winked at him in the
mirror. “By the time I get around to really fucking you, you’ll be begging for
it.”

Jared bore his head into the chair
back, remembering his own words when he’d had her tied up.

He lifted his head in time to see
Kitty lifting the whip above her head. Her eyes gleamed brightly. She gave him
a small grin and then the whip crashed against his rear.

He jerked away from the impact. Kitty’s
arm rose again and he shuttered his eyes, preferring to deal with the pain in
darkness rather than watch her joy. Apparently, the whip strands were made of
felt, but that didn’t make them painless. If only he could work on his cock. This
would be so much better if he could come while she spanked him.

She had no intention of untying him.
The whip fell methodically, warming both his cheeks, over and over, until they
felt like she’d lit a match to them. He peeked at her through half open eyes.

She caught him looking. “That should
be enough,” she said, sounding winded. “For now, at least. Are they stinging a
little?”

He nodded.

“This will help.”

He wanted to hug her tight when she
gently smoothed lotion over his butt. He knew the soothing was only a temporary
way-station, but it was much appreciated.

Too soon, Kitty patted his butt and
retrieved a vibrator from the bed. “We need to get you ready for the real
thing,” she purred, then glanced back at the strap-on still lying on the bed.

Was she trying to making him feel even
more vulnerable? He shook his head. He was buck naked and she still wore her
yellow dress.
That
was what made him feel vulnerable. It was as if she
didn’t trust herself to get that close to him.

He watched her place the vibrator in
her mouth and eye him through half open eyelids. On second thought, she couldn’t
be any more naked. Her nipples stood out sharp and alert. And he had no doubt
she was glistening wet where things really mattered.

He arched away slightly when the tip
of the vibrator pressed against his anus.

“Don’t,” she cautioned. “Don’t make
things difficult.” She dropped a kiss on his buttock. “I don’t want to hurt
you. Here we go.”

“Ah, Christ,” he groaned. The
vibrator moved in smoothly enough. His buttocks involuntarily clenched and then
softened.

Kitty withdrew the toy and winked at
him. “This time I’m going to turn it on—slow speed.”

The pulsating started at the outer
rim of his anus. Then his asshole started to beat in time with the vibrator.

“Almost all the way,” she said, over
the soft hum of the toy. “Isn’t that good?”

He nodded, tossing his head from
side to side and squirming his butt. Everything back there was suddenly
vibrating.

He didn’t know she’d wrapped an arm
around him until he felt her fingers gliding along his cock. He swallowed and
groaned loudly. He bucked against her hand.

She laughed and withdrew her arm. “Not
yet.” She withdrew the vibrator and set it on a towel. “I often like to go down
on a guy when I have a vibrator in his butt. Did you know your cock was
vibrating? Another time. I’m sure you’d come if I put you in my mouth. But we’re
not ready for that, are we?”

He saw no need to respond to her
teasing.

She folded her arms across her abs. “Now
comes a true test of how much you trust me.”

He furrowed his brow.

“I’m obviously going to fuck your
ass with my strap-on.”

“Surprise, surprise.”

She ignored him and continued, “I
could fuck you where you are, but I’d prefer to see your face, since it’s our
first time.”

He held his tongue.

“Are you going to cooperate if I
move you to the bed?”

Jared let out a sigh and closed his
eyes. They both knew he could overpower her easily once she released him. But
that wasn’t the point. He also knew this wasn’t about some sort of punishment
for being naughty. She wanted to fuck his ass, and had made that clear early
on. She was giving him one last chance to say no.

“Okay,” he said, surprised by the
strain in his voice. “Show me how you want me.”

- o -

Kitty smiled down at her prey. He
could’ve gotten away easily if he’d wanted to. Jared lay on the bed with his
wrists tied to the bed. His poor cock still raged about, unable to understand
what was happening. She did feel sorry for his cock.

She stood at the end of the bed and saw
his eyes grow huge watching her slide her hands up and down her strap-on cock,
lubing it thoroughly. She’d deliberately left her shirtdress on. Only three
buttons remained in place. Her breasts would likely play hide and seek once she
began to move. He’d wanted her to be his vision in yellow, and that was what
she’d try to be. Besides, she knew the false cock jutting out from the dress
had to provide more than a little mystery. If she wound up staining the dress
beyond cleaning, she’d just buy a new one. Jared’s look of awe was worth much
more than the price of a dress.

“You about ready for the finale?”
she asked, getting quite turned on playing with her own cock. She’d already
tucked a bolster under his rear end, raising it to a level that provided
optimal access.

Jared smacked his lips and exhaled
thinly. “Get on with it.”

“Such eagerness,” she said, crawling
onto the bed and settling between his legs. “Raise your knees a little. That’s
good.”

Kitty chewed on her lower lip as she
brought the false cock closer to her intended target. She held her breath as
she pressed its tip into Jared’s ass. “Keep your eyes open,” she ordered. “I
want to see how this is for you. Ready for more?”

He nodded hesitantly.

She flexed her hips forward
tentatively and watched the dildo disappearing inch by inch. She paused.

 “I’m doing okay.”

“Good.” She eased back a little and
then shifted forward again, this time settling her loins against his rear. The
dildo was in. Its silicone butt end pressed against her clit. She was ready to
ride.

Jared’s eyes were as wide as she’d
ever seen them. His gaze wavered from hers, to their joining, to his rigid
cock. They didn’t register fear. They did reflect lust. When had he become as
eager for this as she was?

She leaned forward and steadied
herself on his ribcage. She flexed her butt, withdrawing the strap-on, and
settled back again. “Okay?” she whispered.

He nodded. “Are you going to do this
all by yourself?”

She followed his gaze to his right
wrist. She chuckled. “A little help might be in order.” Carefully, she leaned
over and undid the band restraining his right wrist.

Immediately, Jared flexed his
fingers. Then he wrapped them around his cock.

“Don’t get ahead of me,” she warned,
“or I’ll have to tie you back up.”

“I’m getting used to waiting on you,
woman. So are you going to fuck my ass, or what?”

Kitty laughed. She knelt back on her
haunches so she could watch the false cock and Jared’s hand at the same time. She
undid one more dress button, fully exposing her breasts. She pulled on her
nipples and smiled broadly—that simple act gave her a head start on her orgasm.
She tossed her head, waiting for her nipples to trigger responses that would
soon overtake her.

And then she began to ride Jared’s
ass. She chewed on her lower lip as she picked up speed.

“Good God,” Jared howled. “What’s
happening?”

He bucked beneath her and stroked
his cock. “Yes,” she said, “I’m riding your ass. Don’t wait for me.”

Every time she pushed into his butt,
her clit hammered against the butt of the strap-on. She tugged on her tits and
bounced in and out of his ass, driving both of them insane.

“Don’t stop,” he cried out, “I’m
almost there.”

His hand had become a blur. Kitty
struggled to keep her eyes open. And then she saw him erupt. Great spurts
splattered his chest and hers. She thrust three more times, grinding her clit
against the back of the dildo, and then she crashed.

As gently as she could, she withdrew
the strap-on from Jared, unleashed its harness and tossed it aside. She felt
disembodied in a rush to hold him and to be held.

She wrapped her fingers around the
base of his cock. Together, they drained it. She nudged his hand away so she
could take him in her mouth. Her nostrils flared with his strong scent and she
refused to be denied at least a taste of his saltiness. She wrapped an arm around
his thigh and hugged him as tight as she could. His cock began to soften and
retreat, but she still didn’t let go.

For his part, Jared repeatedly
combed her hair with his sperm covered fingers.

Dropping him from her mouth, Kitty
slid up to rest her cheek on his chest and gulped for air. She couldn’t recall
how long she’d been holding her breath.

Her lungs filled and she breathed
steadily, matching the rise and fall of his chest.

“Damn,” Jared groaned. “I’m getting
your hair all sticky.”

She grabbed his hand. “Don’t stop. It’ll
wash.”

“I’m going to stop enough to untie my
other hand, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh. I forgot. Please do.”

Jared gave a prolonged sigh once he
was free and then he returned to combing her hair. “You have beautiful hair. So
what about your dress—will it wash clean?”

She giggled against his pecs. “I
doubt it. I’ll buy a new one.”

“Hell, if you promise to wear it
while we make love—sorry, have sex—I’ll buy a closet full of yellow dresses.”

She chose to ignore his pointed slip
of the tongue. “I could get talked into that. I am a girl who loves to shop. So
did you enjoy that?” She didn’t look at him.

“I did,” he said after a moment. “And
I also enjoyed how much you enjoyed it.” He paused and drew a finger along her
cheek. “So maybe I ought to be naughty and nice more often.”

Completely exhausted, Kitty wasn’t
about to parse words with him. Stretched out atop of him, appreciating his body
warmth, she purred, “Maybe I’ll have to devise some additional ways to deal
with a man who refuses to obey me.”

CHAPTER NINE

Standing nearly knee high in fresh
straw, Jared shook each leaf of straw vigorously with the care he’d long known
was important for maintaining dry bedding for horses. Ken Knowles, his friend
and horse trainer, shook his head when he left Jared to muck stalls,
complaining it wasn’t often he had owners want to help out, but it was worth watching
Jacobs doing a serious piece of work.