Chapter Ten

Three hours later, after the sheriff and a butt load of deputies and even the rest of Jenna’s family that had showed were finally gone, Joseph lingered behind.

In the dark, they’d lost the Snatcher’s blood trail from the deer blind. The hounds they’d hired out a few days ago were three counties away today, so the sheriff had stopped the hunt for the night. They’d try again at first light.

A new deputy guard patrolled outside, but even watching Quincy Rose through Jenna’s living room window as he shined a flashlight over the woods didn’t ease Joseph’s mind.

Jenna’s mother had asked if she could stay over again, but with a glance in Joseph’s direction, Jenna quietly answered, “No, I’m okay tonight, Mom, but thanks.”

Still not sure what that meant for him, Joseph cleared his throat as soon as they were alone. “I guess I’ll get going, too.”

Jenna smiled and shook her head. “Oh, no you won’t. We haven’t even begun everything I had planned for you this evening.”

His body lit with excitement, but he physically took a leery step back. “Jenna, after everything that happened, I won’t blame you if you don’t want—”

“Oh, but I do want,” she murmured, curling her finger at him and beckoning him to follow as she turned away and started up to the second level of the house. “After what happened tonight, I think we really need to do everything I had planned.”

Helplessly drawn to her, he followed.

Once she cleared the doorway to her bedroom, shrugging off her shirt as she did, she stepped to the side so he could see all the goodies she had lined across the bedspread.

“I asked my cousin Skyla over this evening so I could borrow a couple of her toys.” Finally, she turned to take in Joseph’s expression. She smiled as she watched him gawk at the assorted array of sexual party favors. Licking her lips, she murmured, “I hope you don’t mind helping me use these.”

He glanced up just as she slipped off the last article of her clothing and tossed the panties over her shoulder.

“Undress,” she commanded.

He did, shucking his outfit in record time, unable to take his eyes off her as she picked up a black leather slave collar, containing a single metal ring made to attach a leash, which she hooked on as he yanked off his socks and stood naked before her. The snap of the two pieces of metal hooking together and locking in place made him jerk. His cock immediately swelled as she harnessed the neck band around her own throat.

Glancing at him, Jenna calmly picked up the leather bondage cuffs. He was too afraid to glance at what other goodies she had on the bed, wondering what she’d choose next. When she held out the cuffs, he paused. But her blue eyes didn’t waver, simply waited. He took the gifts, examining them a moment. They weren’t like normal cop cuffs, but leather straps that fastened together almost like a belt.

He looked up in time to watch her turn her back to him and press her wrists together, waiting for him to hook her up. But he nudged her around and shook his head when she gave him a questioning look.

“Your wrists are still too raw from—”

“Please.” The simple word sliced through him. Lifting her hands in front of her this time, she once more held her damaged wrists together. “He did this to her. To Savannah. He leashed her like a dog.”

Body going cold, Joseph opened his mouth, needing to know what she remembered about Savannah, but she shook her head, making it clear she wouldn’t discuss it further.

“Help me, Joseph. Help me purge that memory from my head until I feel safe again. How am I supposed to get over the fear of being bound if I refuse to try it?”

He licked his lips, feeling more and more desperate by the second. “Why don’t we wait until your wounds have had some time to heal?”

“Because they’ve healed enough. And I don’t want to wait.”

He sighed and glanced at the cuffs. Before reaching out, he closed his eyes briefly, then grasped the warm leather and bound her hands together in front of her.

With a secretive kind of smile that told him things were about to get very interesting, Jenna knelt in front of him.

He put out his hand to stop her from going for his junk, remembering all too clearly how last time had ended. But she didn’t even glance at his penis, which jerked toward her, desperately trying to gain her attention.

Her luscious blue eyes lifted to his face. “Take my leash, Joseph.”

God damn, he shouldn’t like this. He should not be throbbing so hard merely from looking down at a naked woman, all submissive and waiting for him to dominate her.

He closed his eyes briefly, hoping to wish the erotic view away. But his eyes shoved up his lids so he could gobble up the rest of Jenna Daggert kneeling before him, awaiting his every command.

This was wrong; it had to be wrong. But it felt so damn good. He grasped the leash hanging from her collar and tugged her close enough that she had to crank her head way back to look up at him, close enough that he could feel the breath from her lips caress his abdomen.

He wanted to hate himself for the way his body burned from watching her languid trusting eyes or the lips she dampened with a quick brush of her tongue. But shit, the power was addictive, the leather strap tingled with warmth under his palm, and he drew her closer until her mouth nearly brushed his skin.

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his stomach, causing all his abdominal muscles to quiver. Jesus, she was stunning. The wet of her tongue occasionally dipping out stirred his lust.

His dick was full to bursting. If she kept on as she was, he’d come all over her face. Needing a change to draw the pleasure out longer, Joseph stepped back, breaking her contact with his flesh, urging her lower with the leash.

“All fours,” he said, and the woman obeyed, forced to rest her front half on her elbows since he’d already bound her hands together, which inadvertently left her ass lifted higher than her shoulders.

His body buzzing with the need to release, he slowly circled her, never once letting go of her leash. Inspecting her from the back, he watched the round globes of her fleshy mounds. He wanted to dive into the slit separating her two cheeks and find Heaven.

As if feeling the weight of his stare, Jenna widened her stance, sliding her knees farther apart so he could see moisture bead from her cunt.

Dear God.

She arched her back down, shifting her ass enough to expose the swollen lips of her sex gaping with hunger.

“Joseph,” her husky voice pleaded. “The flogger. Blindfold. Ball gag.”

He shook his head, silently denying her. The idea of taking any kind of whip to this fragile, already bruised skin made his body go cold with dread…and his shaft pulse with curiosity.

Fuuuuuck.

After he tied his end of the leash to the bedpost, he turned to the bed, picked up the items she requested, and snagged a pair of pillows before returning to her. He knelt behind her, trying not to stare at her ass so he wouldn’t come early.

He slipped the sleep mask over her eyes first, being oh-so gentle, then eased the gag into place. From this point on, she couldn’t tell him to stop. He grinned, instructing her to lift up a moment, where he slipped the pillows under her, cushioning her elbows and knees.

She shook her head, but he gave a low chuckle. “You’re not in charge anymore, sweetheart. I am. And I want you comfortable.” He slowly ran the fringes of her flogger across the spine. “Or do you want to disobey me already and accept your punishment?”

She shook her head no. She didn’t want to disobey.

“Good,” he said. “That’s very good.”

For a moment, he could only stare at her, tied, gagged, blindfolded and spread before him to fuck as he pleased. His rod straining, the nerves occasionally giving a little jerk of anticipation as if trying to get his attention. Hey, down here, need some pussy.

Well, his libido could wait. He wanted Jenna satisfied first.

“Have you ever been flogged before?” he asked, running the leather tassels over her ass, down along the crease until he tickled her clit.

She started to shake her head no, but gave a surprised jolt at the tickle, yelping out a muffled screech. He stopped rubbing her and she sobbed out her displeasure.

With a grin, he stroked her again. Another tickle, surprised lurch, and moan later, he found a rhythm, making her undulate against the stroke of the flogger.

“Do you want me to whip you now? Do you want to be spanked by my toy?”

He half hoped she’d say no; he didn’t want to bruise or in any way mar another inch on this precious woman. The other half—the lower half of his anatomy—begged her to agree. He’d never lashed a woman, but with the whip in his hand, he wanted to know what he’d been missing.

She nodded. He swallowed.

Shit. He was going to flog her.

Sweat drained down his temple. Could he really beat her? Fuck no. But his hand moved anyway, his wrist snapping. The flogger flicked out until it connected with the bare flesh of her ass. Both of them jumped. Holy shit, he’d just whipped her. Not hard, he hadn’t even left a red mark and barely brushed the skin.

But his body reacted to the crisp crack of sound, to the jiggle of her ass cheeks as she jumped, to the surprised gurgle in her voice when she gasped. Blood roared through his ears, stampeding toward his shaft, which swelled until he feared the fucking thing might explode right off his body from the pleasure.

“Jenna?” He choked out her name. “More? Yes or no?”

God love her, she nodded yes. He spanked her once more with the lash, leaving a pink mark this time on about one of the only places on her body the Snatcher hadn’t bruised.

“Do you like it?” he asked, grabbing his erection with his free hand and stroking to alleviate some of the painful pleasure his actions ratcheted. “Yes or no?”

She nodded.

“Don’t lie to me, Jenna.” He warned, smacking her yet again with the whip for good measure, leaving another pink laceration crisscrossing over the last. “I can tell if you’re lying.”

To see if she really was lying or not, he reached down between her legs and swiped his fingers over her cunt. She writhed, groaning and arching, her body begging where her voice couldn’t. His hand came away so wet, the juices dripped off his pinkie.

“Oh, you poor thing, you,” he cooed, soothing his hand over her butt, using her own cream as a salve to ease the sting of his flogger. “You’re all wet. Here, let me dry you.”

Leaning down, he licked the honey off her. Her body bowed and went taut, but he kept on with his ministrations, occasionally thrashing her as he lavished, the snap of the flogger making him start up again where he’d left off on his hand job.

He would’ve stopped and asked yes or no again but her body screamed a very loud ‘yes’ as she worked in harmony with him, arching and pushing in tune to his every stroke, meeting his tongue and grinding against it.

Just as her body picked up speed, heaving with a frenzy, he dropped the lash and thrust two fingers inside her channel. Immediately, her sex contracted around the thick prodding. She pulled stiff and still, keening out her release. He stopped pumping on his dick to squeeze the long, aching length. His eyes closed as she flooded his tongue with warm, wet, womanly cum.

He was sweating, panting, and so ready to get off when she settled he catapulted upright as soon as her last ripple calmed.

“Jenna,” he rasped, wiping sweat from his eyes before he ripped open the condom he’d dug from his pocket when he’d stripped, and rolled it on. “I’m going to fuck you. From the back. Yes or no?”

Depleted from her orgasm, she’d wilted down until she rested her stomach on her knees and her cheek on the pillow by her hands. Only her ass remained upright and ready for the next phase.

She gave a limp nod.

He slid his hand around her waist and scooped her up just enough to lift her ass until her opening aligned with his throbbing, over-swollen organ.

Damn, he loved a shaved woman. He liked seeing what he was going to plunder.

“Ready?”

Nod.

He entered her. Steady, certain, and deep. Dipping into the honey pot as far as his length would take him, he filled Jenna Daggert completely, and her body accepted him, her inner muscles hugging him tight, sucking him in, welcoming.

He groaned and blinked, black spots dotting his vision as more blood scurried to his groin to join the fun. Joseph felt power surge through him.

Mine, the most basic male part of his psyche screamed. This woman was his to do with as he pleased…pleasing being the operative word.

No one else would ever touch her the way he did. No one else would love her the way he did. She was his.

For a moment, he held still, seated all the way to her core as her body occasionally clenched and gripped him, adjusting to his girth. Then he moved, retracting, sliding so slow she keened out a moan he couldn’t read.

“Yes or no?” He gnashed out the words on a guttural groan. “Yes or no?”

When she nodded, he groaned too—in relief—and shoved back in. All. The. Way.

She came—just like that—sucking and shuddering around his buried length.

He cursed and pumped with a fury, unable to hold back any longer. Watching his cock repeatedly bury itself inside her body, Joseph gasped and came, squirting so hard he wondered if it were possible to shoot his load out the top of his condom.

Too much pressure, too big of a release. His penis flexed and jerked, rooting into Jenna until she wilted, collapsing onto the pillows under her. And still he kept bucking, relishing it through the last drop. Once drained, he fell on top of her, barely remembering to catch himself at the last moment so he wouldn’t squish her.