Simone shivered with need and anticipation as Jason straddled her stomach and leaned in to kiss her.
He’d put his fingers inside her pussy, spanked her, and she’d sucked him until he’d come all over her. And yet, they hadn’t kissed yet. Not once.
The kiss was more arousing to Simone than if he’d just spent an hour spanking her or fingering her. Her clients never kissed her on the mouth, and she’d been so busy with work, she hadn’t been kissed in a long time. Jason looked so sexy looming over her, his strong hand holding her down on the bed. She panted with excitement and Jason gazed at her come-covered breasts as they rose and fell with her every breath.
She’d pleased him. She knew it. And she took enormous pride in that knowledge. She could hardly stop smiling enough to kiss him back when his lips finally met hers. Then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and that was the end of the smiling. The kiss was rough and possessive. He bit her bottom lip and thrust his tongue back into her mouth to make sure she understood he was completely in control of her body.
She understood perfectly.
Simone moaned as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. Years of Jason’s pent-up need to dominate came out all at once. She was so glad she got to be his very first. She already wanted to be his second and his third and his…
Jason pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her body again.
“I marked you,” he said.
He laid his hand flat on her stomach and slowly massaged his semen into her skin. He rubbed it into her chest and then finally, her breasts. His hand was large and warm and rough on her skin. He cupped her breasts, held them, squeezed them, massaged his come into her until the mark of him was deep in her, deeper than her skin.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Jason asked as he continued to rub her breasts. He pinched her nipples lightly, then harder, then harder than that.
“I was um…thinking about photographs,” she said.
“Really? Should I punish you for that? I think you should be thinking about me, just me.”
“I mean, I was thinking about you and photographs,” she said quickly, not that she minded being punished, not at all, not the way Jason did it. “I’m a professional photographer so I put this thing on my pictures so people will know they belong to me. It’s called a watermark. I was just thinking about you marking me like that. Different kind of mark. Same principle. Sir.”
“You’re marking me, too,” he said, the mask of the stern dominant slipping for a moment to reveal the brave yet scared man behind it.
And as the mask slipped so did his grip on her wrists. Simone wriggled her hand free and reached up to touch his face.
That was a mistake.
Jason grabbed her wrist again and pushed it hard into the bed. “Did I tell you could do that?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“You’re handsome,” she said. “Sir.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, and she could tell it was killing him not to laugh at her feeble excuse for such a terrible act of disobedience.
“You’re going to be punished for that,” he said.
Oh, no.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Sorry’s good,” he said. “But sometimes sorry’s not enough. You understand that, don’t you?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip in mostly feigned nervousness. This was the most fun she’d had submitting to someone in a long time.
“I’m going to turn you over my knee,” he said. “But only because it’s how you learn to behave.”
He let her up but only so she could roll over and lie across his thighs. Jason brought his hand down hard and the sound of the smack on her ass reverberated through the entire room, as did the sound of her gasp of pain.
The man had one hell of an arm.
He struck her a dozen more times, good hard strikes. The man could spank like he was born for the job and had on-the-job training. And when he’d tired of spanking her, he used the crop on her next. Four quick hits right on the reddest, most tender spot. She actually cried out in pain, genuine pain. And the sound of her sudden squeal shocked her so much she laughed.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said quickly, before he could demand the reason for her laughter. Her only response would be “temporary hysteria.”
“For what? Laughing?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“You think I don’t like your laugh?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was laughing at you, sir. I was laughing at how hard I screamed.”
“I know you were,” he said. His voice was smooth and steady and in charge. “You think I don’t want a happy slave in my bed? If you’re not happy serving me, then it’s me doing something wrong, not you.”
“You’re doing everything right then, sir.”
“Am I?”
“You are, sir,” she said. “Because I’m very, very happy.”
Her smile widened as Jason dipped his head and kissed that burning red spot his hand and crop had left on her ass. Or butt. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say ass. Maybe she’d say it anyway just to find out. She might get another spanking if she did, though.
Oh, the horror. Not that.
“Turn over,” he said. Simone obliged. She winced as her sore skin hit his sheets. “You just lie there and rest. I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes, sir.” She wanted to ask him where he was going but she kept her obedient little mouth shut.
Jason returned a couple minutes later with two bottles of water in his hands. He set them on the nightstand and rejoined her in bed.
“Sit up,” he said. She sat up. “Here. I don’t want you getting thirsty.”
He gave her the bottle of water and she drank deeply. She’d done a lot of panting and cock-sucking in the last half hour. She needed that water more than she’d realized. But he’d realized it.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “You take good care of your property.”
“You feeling all right?” he asked.
“Wonderful.” She grinned at him.
“Are you? You aren’t just saying that?”
Simone shifted sideways on the bed to face him where he sat with his back against the headboard.
“This is me,” she said. “This is who I am. Sir.”
“Are you really a slave?”
“I could be,” she said. “For the right master.”
“All day and all night?” he said. “Always on duty?”
She nodded. “I think I could. I’ve dreamed about it.”
“You have?”
“Of course,” she said. “You’ve had dreams about it, right? Are you really surprised I have, too?”
“It seems much more fun doing what I do,” he said.
“Well, that’s because some people are the spankers…and some are the spankees.”
Jason laughed a big sexy laugh, so big it shook the bed. “A spankee?” he said, still laughing.
“Exactly. I’m a spankee. You’re a spanker.”
“That’s what I’m calling you from now on,” he said. “Spanky. My little rascal.”
“Oh, God.”
“Is that how you talk to me?” he asked. His brow furrowed and he looked about as mean and dangerous as a little boy glaring at a naughty puppy.
“Oh, God, sir?”
“Better,” he said as he reached for her and pulled her to him. “Much better.”
He took her by the hips and had her sit across his thighs. He put his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, her chin up, and he kissed her deep and hard. He was a good kisser. Too good, maybe. When he kissed her, Simone almost forgot she had a flight she had to catch that night.
Jason put his hand on her neck as they kissed, lightly pressing her throat, not hard enough to choke her by any means, but hard enough to remind her he was there and he was in charge.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said against her lips. She said nothing in reply. No reason to. He was going to fuck her. Why argue with the facts?
He lifted her off his lap and pushed her down onto her back again. She lay there, putting up no resistance at all as he slipped her panties off her legs. She thought he’d toss them aside to join his t-shirt on the floor but he didn’t.
“I’m keeping these,” he said. To show he meant it, he wrapped her pink thong around his wrist, doubling it up like a wrist cuff. It was equal parts sexy, adorable, silly, and possessive, and she adored him for doing it.
She watched as he unzipped his jeans again and lowered them to his thighs, watched as he knelt between her wide open legs and rolled a condom on. He took her by the knees and yanked her a few inches down the bed. He pressed the tip of his cock against her opening and rose up again, entering her fully and with one hard stroke. She sighed and groaned at the penetration. It was rough and deep, deep enough she felt him against her cervix. He took her ankles in his hands and set them on his shoulders. Once she was right where he wanted her to be, he started fucking her with slow, steady thrusts. He’d already come once and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to come again. Simone hadn’t come yet, and she was about to lose her mind if she didn’t. He felt so good inside her. She wanted to close her eyes, concentrate, and come so hard her vagina broke. She found if she turned her head slightly to the right she could watch them fucking in the mirror on the back of the door. He looked so strong, so powerful, so manly and virile as he moved his hips in rough and steady thrusts. She could even see his cock sliding in and out of her. He had one arm wrapped around her thighs to hold her legs in place. Every thrust set nerves deep in her body firing wildly. Shivers danced up and down her spine. In the mirror she saw Jason looking down at her, at their joined bodies. She turned her head again and for a brief moment their eyes met, right before he pumped his cock into her so hard her head fell back against the bed.
Simone moaned as Jason lowered her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his back as he crawled on top of her. She flinched in pleasure as he shifted inside her.
“You like it when I use your pussy, don’t you?” Jason said.
“Yes, sir.”
“You need your pussy used hard, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “By you.”
“Only me.”
“Only you.”
The words were dirty pillow talk, the sort of heady, hot-blooded things new lovers said to each other as hormones coursed through their veins and temporarily silenced the rational parts of the brain. But Simone knew if she wasn’t careful with this man, she might start to mean some of this stuff.
Jason lowered his head and took her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked it, licked it, sucked it harder, licked it harder and finally nipped it gently with his teeth. The pleasure and the pain mixed and mingled inside her body as he did it all again to her left breast. She clutched the sheets tightly in her fingers as her hips ground wildly up and against his cock.
“You’re going to come for me,” Jason said as he kissed the valley between her breasts. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But not yet. Not just yet.” Jason grasped the shirt she wore—his shirt—and roughly yanked it off her arms. He knelt, still inside her, and Simone watched as he quickly, deftly spun his shirt into a thick rope. Except it wasn’t a rope he’d made, but a blindfold. He laid it across her eyes even as he still held onto the two ends. With his hands next to her head, he started to thrust into her again, rough and fast. Simone arched and moaned. He pounded her—there was no other word for it. He pounded her like he owned her.
Simone’s clitoris throbbed as his cock rubbed against it with every thrust. She could hardly keep up with the speed of his wild rutting. Finally she let go, surrendered entirely, lying there splayed open on the bed, pinned down and penetrated and split apart. The orgasm was bliss, pure bliss. She came hard, hard enough Jason must have felt it because she heard him gasp as her pussy clamped down onto his cock.
His thrusts continued as she rode out her orgasm. The bed shifted and squeaked under them. This was intense fucking. She could tell from Jason’s rapid breathing he was nearly there as well. She lifted her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, making her body an offering. He accepted the offering and pounded into her one last time before coming with a soft cry that broke her heart for the sweetness of the sound. She had given him pleasure and nothing could please her more than that.
When it was done and over, Jason carefully pulled out of her. She lay on the bed, spent and listless, her eyes still hidden behind his shirt. He’d stolen her panties but if he wasn’t careful, she’d steal this shirt. It smelled of his body and their lovemaking. She might never wash it.
Jason left the room, and she knew he’d gone to flush their condom. When he came back a moment later he gently took the shirt off her face and gazed down into her eyes.
“When’s your flight tomorrow?” he asked.
“Tonight,” she said. “Nine o’five to Newark.”
“You’re going to change it.”
Ah, here it was, the moment the sexy fantasy of being his slave met the reality of real-world commitments. But she didn’t really have to be back until Friday when she was booked to photograph a wedding in the Hamptons. Still, just because she could stay four more days didn’t mean she should stay four more days. A lot could happen in four days. She could fall in love in four days. She could get her heart broken in four days. But she could also help Jason figure out who and what he was in four days, too. She should stay, for his sake. Right?
Simone smiled up at him.
“Yes, sir.”