Bastard's New Baby (Roosters Book 3)

by Raisa Greywood

  “I felt exposed, but…” She smiled and slowly lifted her dress up and over her head, then dropped it on the floor. “I liked it.”

  His mouth watered at the sight of her magnificent breasts, and his hands ached to palm those creamy mounds and push them together so he could suck both her berry-colored nipples at once. She had a woman’s body, full and welcoming, and he wanted to dive right in and sample all she had to offer. And he especially wanted to sample the nectar running in a steady trickle down her inner thigh.

  He hadn’t had time to take care of all the modifications to his bedroom that he wanted, but he had one piece of furniture that would be perfect for his needs tonight. Siobhan would look gorgeous tied between the tall posts of his king-size bed. Without a word, he stood and retrieved several lengths of boiled hemp from his play bag and got to work.

  “Have you ever been tied before, honey?”

  “No, never, but I like to look at it.”

  “Good. I’m going to tie you tonight.” He held up a pair of shears. “Tell me if you get tired and want a rest. If you get uncomfortable, I can have you free in a few seconds. Are you good with that?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Yes, what?”

  She blinked and her eyes went heavy with arousal. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He didn’t speak as he worked, but he brushed his hands over her constantly to check her respiration and pulse points. Soon he had her trussed up in a gorgeous, bicolor corset. He wanted a picture, but doubted she would agree. She was his wife, not a model or random rope whore. And he could repeat the tie any time he wanted to see it.

  Leaving the tails of his creation hanging between her legs, he asked, “How do you feel?”

  Judging by the dreamy expression on her face and the way her green eyes darkened with arousal, he thought he knew the answer. He needed to hear it, though.

  She let out a sigh and he repositioned one of the ropes to make her more comfortable. “Really good, Sir. I like ropes.”

  “Good. You’ll love this.” Measuring the tail of rope against her body, he tied a quick knot and let it hang. His girl had one more decoration coming. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he led her to the bed and said, “Bend over, belly flat on the bed, please.”

  She glanced at him in surprise, but didn’t question his order. Putting her palms down first, she lowered her torso to the bed and tucked her arms under her head. “Like this?”

  “Perfect. I have something else you might like.” Reaching into his toy bag, he pulled out a butt plug, still in its packaging, and lube. After cleaning the toy, he showed it to her.

  “Master’s little slut?” she asked, her brow arched in amusement.

  He glanced at the base and laughed. “Well, you are my girl, aren’t you? Now, reach back and spread those pretty cheeks apart for me.”

  When she gripped the abundant flesh and opened herself, he nearly swallowed his tongue. Dropping to his knees behind her, he shouldered her legs apart and tasted her exposed pussy, running the flat of his tongue from her wet folds all the way up to her wrinkled taint. Damn, she tasted good, and smelled even better. That scent of cookies and sex was darker and richer in these secret places, and he wanted to bury his face between her legs.

  But he wasn’t going to tease her this time. She’d been so good all day, even though she’d been left wanting. Reluctantly moving away from her succulent cunt, he dribbled lube over her pretty little rosebud, rubbing it in with his thumb.

  She shifted her feet, pressing back against his hand, and he let his thumb enter to the first knuckle. She hissed and her ass tightened down as she rocked back and forth.

  “That feels so good,” she muttered.

  Gently removing his thumb, he replaced it with the tip of the plug. “Relax and push back against me.”

  He cursed himself for forgetting. She’d mentioned never using anal toys before. The plug disappeared into her ass, leaving the rhinestone-encrusted base to decorate her backside. God, that was pretty. But he had another trick up his sleeve.

  “You are such a good girl for me,” he whispered. “Stand up and let me finish.”

  She was drunk enough with pleasure he had to help her stand. Quickly fashioning rope cuffs, he tied her to the bedposts, spread-eagle and open for him. Her thighs met the edge of the bed, meaning he could lie on his back and lick her pretty pussy in comfort. That would happen later.

  After he secured her slim ankles, he picked up a tiny butterfly vibe. It would go under the knot over her clit and drive her insane. “How are you doing, honey?”

  “This is nice,” she slurred. “I’m all good.”

  “Okay.” He touched her chin to make her focus. “You know about safewords, right?” When she nodded, he said, “We’ll use red, yellow, and green. Green for good, yellow if you need a break, and red means I get those shears and cut you loose before we figure out what went wrong.”

  “Yes, Sir. Red, yellow, and green.”

  He kissed her, slow and gentle so he didn’t overstimulate her. She went up like a firecracker every time. “Good girl.”

  Though he didn’t believe she understood the nature of a safeword, he was an experienced enough dominant to watch for trouble. She’d have no complaints by the time he finished making her body sing. He attached the butterfly to her clit and quickly drew the rope ends up between her legs, snugging the tails over the toys.

  Her eyes flew open and she squeaked in surprise when he turned the vibe to its lowest setting. “Holy fuck!” she exclaimed.

  Jackson laughed and stroked her back. “You like that, I assume.”

  “So damned much.” Her hips bucked as she tried to get more contact with the toy.

  “Good.” He pulled his favorite deerskin flogger from his bag. “How do you feel about impact play?”

  “I’ve never…” She sucked on her lower lip for a moment as she looked at the flogger. “I’ve never done it. You’re the first person to spank me.”

  “All right. We’ll start off slow. This flogger will sting, but it won’t break skin, okay?”

  She relaxed in her bonds and her green eyes, glazed with lust and want, met his. “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

  Jackson’s heart kicked like a fucking mule and he laid a hand over his chest, wondering if he was having a heart attack. Five tiny little words, spoken with such honesty, did him in. He was hers, and she was his. He wasn’t letting her go. Not ever.

  He cleared his throat before he could speak. “That’s my good girl.” Lifting the flogger, he stepped behind her and let the flogger fall gently against her upper back in a figure-eight pattern. He had no intention of taking her past the warm-up stage. They were both too needy for that.

  Her head fell forward as the falls painted her skin with blushing pink and he nudged the vibe’s control a little higher. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and he let the flogger fall just a little harder. He allowed one fall to wrap around her ribs, just to see if she liked it. She hissed at the sting, but didn’t protest.

  “Color, Siobhan.”

  She lifted her head and focused her bleary gaze on him with a sweet smile. “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He pushed the vibe’s control to its highest setting and got back to work. Instead of her shoulders, he focused his attention on her lush ass, letting the strokes fall even harder on that cushioned surface.

  Her hips thrust back and forth, a timeless dance of pain and pleasure as he paused to turn on some music. Closer was cliché, but it had a perfect beat for a flogging and was sexy as fuck.

  “God, I love Trent Reznor.” Siobhan’s hips moved to the beat, counterpoint to the sound of the lash falling against her round ass.

  He shook out his shoulders and set himself to his task. Would she come from the bite of the whip? It was rare, but he’d seen it before. He could only give her a few minutes, though. Already, his balls ached from the pressure, and his cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. He’d ne
ver seen anything as sexy as Siobhan coming apart under the touch of his flogger.

  “Please, Sir! I need you!” She let out a low, keening wail as tears slid down her cheeks.

  Oh, fuck him blind. He had one more trick. With a stroke as gentle as a butterfly kiss, he changed his aim and brought the flogger up between her parted thighs.

  She screamed as she came, so loud he was afraid she’d wake Andy. And it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Picking up the shears, he freed her wrists and let her fall to the mattress as he grabbed a condom. He hissed in pleasured pain as he worked the latex over his dick.

  She lifted her head and arched her back in invitation. He was sorely tempted to take her ass tonight, but she was too far gone, and giving her delight was more important than his next breath. He groaned as he eased his thick cock into her tight pussy, made even snugger by the plug in her ass. She felt divine. Like heaven and hell, and everything in between.

  Her cunt spasmed, making his eyes roll back as he fucked her. Bending his knees, he tried to catch her G-spot with the tip of his cock, allowing his hard flesh to rasp against that sensitive spot deep inside her body. He grabbed her hair, holding her still for his penetration, and she whimpered as she met his thrust with her hips.

  Her hands scrabbled at the sheets, fingers digging in for purchase, and he wanted those nails scratching scars across his back. He wanted her to mark him, every bit as much as he wanted to mark her.

  With a roar, he exploded, his pumping cock dragging another orgasm out of his beautiful, sexy, kinky as fuck wife. He fell to her back, relishing the contact as she moaned under him. But he couldn’t stay like this forever. His wife needed aftercare.

  He’d never been much for aftercare, though he understood the necessity. When he played in clubs, he had fluffers -- other subs who would provide that service in exchange for a chance with him. No sub under his dominion would go without aftercare, even if he preferred to let others take care of it.

  But with Siobhan, he wanted to do it himself. With effort, he lifted himself off her sweaty body and cut her ankles loose. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, covering her with the sheets. She needed water and sugar, and a good, long cuddle. He raced down to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of sparkling water, strawberries, and a bag of cubed cheese.

  When he returned, he smiled. His beautiful new sub snored. He woke her just long enough to finish the water and eat, then watched her all night as she slept.

  Chapter Seven

  Jackson dropped his napkin on the table and stood. Leaning over, he kissed Andy’s sticky face and then Siobhan’s cheek. Tousling Andy’s hair, he said, “I need to get back to work, but I shouldn’t be late tonight. Do you want to go out for dinner or have something delivered?”

  She arched a brow and chuckled. “You’re not a bachelor anymore. There’s a pot roast already on for dinner.” Glancing at her planner, she added, “It’s Wednesday, right? That’s pot-roast night, if I recall.”

  Blinking in surprise, he said, “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  “I’m a woman of many talents.” She tugged his tie, pulling him closer. “We’ve ordered out for weeks, and I’m tired of delivery. Besides, my pot roast is better than Marge’s, but I’m going to snag one of her pies for dessert.”

  He groaned and rubbed his face. “You’re killing me here. I love her pie.”

  “You just love pie.”

  With low growl, he grasped her chin between two fingers. Tipping her face up, he kissed her, his tongue prodding at the seam of her lips as he explored her mouth. Her toes curled and she sank her fingers into his shoulders. Christ, the man could kiss.

  When Andy banged on his high chair with his spoon, Jackson pulled away and grimaced as he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Our chaperone objects, apparently.”

  Siobhan laughed and stole one last kiss. “Go back to work before you get us arrested. I’ll see you around six?”

  “Probably a little earlier. I’m going to try to escape when everyone else does.”

  “Good luck!”

  With a cheerful wave, he left, the bell over the door ringing his departure. Siobhan sighed and shook her head. Who would have imagined she and Jackson would turn into June and Ward Cleaver so easily? When they’d started their marriage, it had been more like Oliver and Barbara Rose.

  “What do you think, Andy? Do you want more breakfast, or are you done for now?”

  He ignored her, too intent on the pancake in front of him to pay attention.

  The past few weeks had been a glorious mix of raunchy sex, conversation, and companionship. Jackson was incredibly good company even when they weren’t fucking each other blind. And the things he did to her…

  She opened her planner to confirm an appointment with a local gynecologist. She needed to get back on birth control so they could do away with condoms. She paused, her pen poised over the planner.

  Every time she looked into his warm blue eyes, it got harder and harder to keep her feelings in. What would he do if she told him that she’d fallen in love with him? Would it change their relationship for the worse?

  Damn it! Why did things have to be so confusing?

  As she wrote in a note about a work meeting, someone nudged her shoulder hard, sending her pen skittering across the planner. Siobhan looked up and sighed at Jackson’s former receptionist. “What do you want?” she asked.

  Sitting in Jackson’s unused chair, she put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, her eyes glittering with spite. “I want to know how a fat cow like you got a man like Jack. You’re too old to have anything special.” She leaned back and snapped her fingers at the waitress. “Get me some coffee and make it snappy.”

  Nice. Siobhan wasn’t even thirty yet, but she supposed she must look ancient to a woman who probably wasn’t old enough to drink.

  Instead of arguing about her age, Siobhan said, “I don’t recall inviting you to eat with us.” When the waitress raised a questioning eyebrow, Siobhan shook her head and the young server left without filling the empty cup. Hadn’t Jackson mentioned her name? Siobhan thought it might be Mindy or something similar.

  “Whatever.” The woman waved a dismissive hand. “I’m figuring the rumors about you must be true. You were a high-class hooker in Chicago and came to Briartown to find a sugar daddy when you started getting too old to turn tricks. You must be good in bed or give a hell of a blow job to land a guy like my Jack.”

  There was a women’s prison not too far from town, if she recalled. Turning Mindy into a pretzel sounded almost worth doing the time. Instead of starting a fight in the middle of Marge’s Diner, she nonchalantly grabbed a napkin and wiped the syrup off Andy’s face.

  Behind her, she heard Marge say, “She said what?” Marge scowled and stomped toward them, only stopping when Siobhan raised a hand.

  “First off, Mindy --”

  “It’s Mandy!”

  Close enough. “Please watch your language in front of my nephew.” When Mandy sneered at the baby, Siobhan said, “Secondly, I have no idea who Jack is.” She did, of course, but it made her fucking day to watch Mandy turn red and bluster.

  “Jackson McKenna, you dumb bitch. Who else?”

  Siobhan grinned, showing teeth. With an agreeable nod, she said, “Ah, I get it now. You’ll have to forgive my confusion. It never occurred to me to call my husband something other than his real name. You must know how that feels, though. I’m sure people forget your name all the time.” When Mandy turned purple, she let the smile fall away and added, “As to what I have that you don’t, I’d say it’s several things, like natural breasts, brains, and manners.”

  She stood up and leaned forward, using her larger frame to loom over Mandy. “And the next time you swear in front of my nephew, I’ll knock your capped teeth right down your throat. Are we clear?”

  Mandy’s face wrinkled into an unpleasant smirk. “Shows what you know. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Jackson didn’t marry
you for whatever brains you think you have. He married you because he needs a wife to keep his job. The board of directors had already drawn up the papers for a vote of no confidence, and he would have been replaced if he didn’t marry in time for the Nakamura sale.” Leaning back in her chair, she smiled triumphantly. “You were just easy, but I suppose that’s nothing new for you.”

  Marge chose that moment to grab Mandy’s arm and push her out. Mandy didn’t protest, and her laughter rang through the diner until it was cut off by the closed door. The diner was silent as she sat down, careful to keep her head high and her expression placid. Mandy’s vicious words explained a lot of things she hadn’t understood.

  Why, indeed, would Jackson marry her? The answer wasn’t quite what Mandy thought, but it was close enough. He got a woman who couldn’t say no, who was interested in his sexual games, and who could fill a job he needed almost as much as he’d needed a wife. It never occurred to her that Mandy had lied. It explained so much about Jackson’s behavior.

  A man wooing a woman wouldn’t have blackmailed her into marriage. He’d been out of time. He must have thought he’d won the fucking lottery when she walked into his office that day.

  Marge sat down and took her chilled hand. “Those were all lies, honey. I’ve seen the way Jackson looks at you. Maybe it started out like Mandy said, but --”

  “It’s fine.” She squeezed Marge’s hand and let go. “Why on earth would I listen to the ravings of a bitter ex-employee?”

  “Are you sure? Maybe you should call Jackson.”

  “No, I’m fine.” She smiled at Marge, hoping her face was relaxed. “I’m going to finish my coffee and take Andy to the park.”

  Siobhan forced herself to sit still and ignore the judgmental stares of the other diners. Though it tasted like acid, she finished the last of her coffee before tossing money on the table. She kept her chin up and smiled at several people as she walked out.

  Nobody was going to see her as anything but the poised and confident wife of one of this small-minded little burg’s most important residents. She wasn’t about to trust Mandy’s words at face value, though. There was only one place to find the truth of the matter, and she was going to do just that.