by Lana Lachlan
“Lie on your stomach, little one.”
Ophelia, her mind somewhere between excitement and dread, lay face down on the bed. He slid down beside her, gently massaging her bruises. Ophelia held completely still, positive he would spank her at any moment and that it would be agony. Except all she felt was his mouth on the small of her back. No hands, no smacks, only his lips skimming across her goosebumps. She couldn’t see a thing through the blindfold, which only added to her anxiety.
She felt her butt cheeks being parted and his warm fingers exploring between. Ophelia buried her face between her arms and waited to be punished. Something slid into her ass. Not painful, but uncomfortable all the same.
“What…?”
“It’s a small butt plug. It’s going to stay there for a while.”
Ophelia clenched, not sure what to make of the new sensation. “It feels strange.”
He pumped it several times before leaving it inserted. “In time you’ll be able to take a dick.”
Ophelia didn’t have time to consider whether she’d like that because he’d shoved pillows under her tummy and had her body high in a V-shape. She braced for her spanking. None came.
“Sir,” she whispered, fretting over what he intended. “I don’t understand.”
He opened her legs. “Hush, girl.”
She felt his beard prickling the inside of her thighs. Something warm breached her core, moved around. His tongue. It dipped, retreated to glide over her clit, flicking back and forth in a slow rhythm. Ophelia began to shift her hips in time, her pussy pulsing pleasantly to the beat. She forgot about her spanking, even forgot where she was because everything had zeroed in on the soft wet pressure of tongue and lips.
Without warning, he nipped her clit—not a real bite but Ophelia still jumped at the rude awakening. It burned, yet it felt strangely good.
He blew on the hot spot he’d made, licked then nipped again, the tingling now a delectable zing.
“Oh my God.”
“You like?”
Her body on fire, she couldn’t stop herself from mashing to the pain. “Oh… oh my God.”
The mouth went away. “I could stop.”
That would be cruel. “No, don’t stop,” she begged, crying out when he did it again.
He began to nip and lave her clit, sending Ophelia through the roof with delight. And if the stimulating zing alone wouldn’t get her off in the next ten seconds, he started to pump the plug in and out of her ass like it was him inside. Ophelia couldn’t even describe the sensation because nothing like it had ever happened to her before. With every pump and clit-pinch, an intense heat filled her pelvis, radiated out through her abdomen, along her limbs to her toes and fingertips and even into her hair follicles, or so it seemed.
“When you’re ready,” he rumbled before claiming her hot spot again, this time poking a finger deep to work his magic on her G-spot.
The harmony of the plug and Jack working her slippery wet pussy sent her into orbit. She climaxed on a scream of pure ecstasy, convulsing against his mouth, her body ablaze, her hands in fists at the force of the ferocious contractions that locked her from head to toe. And he didn’t let up, not for a second as he took her into another round of the exquisite suffering.
When her tsunami finally ended, he slid the pillows away to lie her flat on the bed.
Ophelia, totally spent and aching for downtime, went to remove the blindfold but he snared her wrists in one hand.
“Did I say you could take it off?”
The harsh tone sent a tingle of dread down Ophelia’s spine. Everything so far had been too easy—too good to last. Now the punishment would start.
Ophelia felt her hands being lashed to the headboard, the ties tightened to ensure she had no wriggle room. Instinctively, she pulled on the restraints but in her new peculiar way of thinking, she wanted them.
“Don’t fight it.”
Softly said, but Jack had a quiet way of ensuring obedience. “You were very bad this afternoon, Ophelia.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You got all sexed-up in your office.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
Honestly, she couldn’t.
“You gave me a hard on that I couldn’t use.”
“I know.”
“A wasted hard on. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“Nothing, Sir.”
She felt him crouch behind her and drag her hips up for her punishment. Ophelia shook in a mix of sexual heat and trepidation—mostly trepidation because his tone said the discipline would be far worse than last night.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
How could she forget when the wolf was about to spank the daylights out of her? “Yes.”
“You may need to use it tonight.”
Ophelia shrieked as something hit her butt with such force she collapsed onto the bed. Not his hand, not his belt but something broad and heavy that permeated pain deep into the tissue. The thing struck her again and by the third blow, a terrifyingly delicious heat had snaked over her butt and around her hips to settle like a hot coal between her legs. Ophelia didn’t know how much she could take of his onslaught, but it seemed her body would have it no other way. Nothing could ever come close to this dark, agonizing bliss.
Ophelia gripped the pillows and held steady to take the arousing cruelty. Whack after whack of whatever he had in his hand and Ophelia could feel her own wetness dribbling down her inner thighs. As he continued to punish her mercilessly, his other hand slid between her legs, delicately stroking to add a whole new level of sweet torture.
“You’re practically ejaculating here, girl.”
“I can’t help it,” Ophelia complained, embarrassed when he smeared her arousal all over her backside. “It’s that… that thing you’re using.”
He laughed. It sounded cruel to Ophelia. He dipped his finger into her sex, which only made her hotter. “Fuck, I can’t waste this. I’m going to be inside you now. Okay?”
Jack asking permission was the sexiest thing and frankly, the excruciating pain had put her on the edge of safewording. “Pl-please.”
Pulling her back into his groin, Ophelia felt her legs being kneed wide then the fat, spongy head of his cock rubbing along her labia.
“The plug,” she whispered, worried he’d forgotten.
“It stays.”
She wasn’t sure she could cope with both him and that thing in her body. “Will it be all right?”
A slap to her ass. “It’ll be fine.”
As always, the initial entry of his huge penis made her gasp. Yet she accepted the discomfort without complaint because it felt so perfect to have him there. When he held still, Ophelia waited for the thrusts to begin but all she got was another flurry to the side of her thigh.
She yowled. “What is it?”
More swipes. “A paddle and it’s what a horny girl needs.”
“It hurts!”
“Fuck, you turn me on.”
With three more whacks to her upper legs, he stopped. Ophelia felt him pull out, remove the plug and spread her bottom open. She tensed for something far bigger.
“Relax, I’m going to try another plug.”
Ophelia slumped down to escape, only to be yanked back into position. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t need another plug, Sir.”
“You can say the word any time.”
Ophelia didn’t say anything other than a ‘God’ when he inserted something bigger into her butthole. He slid into her again and started paddling her, swiping the ghastly thing along her thigh as though riding a horse. Ophelia, blindfolded and drunk on the euphoria of pain and ecstasy, sobbed at every drive and sting, squeezing on the thing in her ass and Jack’s formidable cock. This was Jack at his most brutal—and she never wanted it to end.
It did. Seconds later, he let out an almighty shout, his cock jumping as he deposited his seed into her body. Throwing herself back, she took every
inch of his marauding shaft, praying he’d give her permission to come because she was about to lose it and Sir would not be pleased.
“Climax now.”
Ophelia’s head swam as she crested—Jack’s relentless rhythm of thwacks and thrusts taking her dizzily across the finish line. And after the last spasm died and Jack had left her body, she slumped exhausted onto the sheets, spread-eagled and hanging off the ties.
She felt him free her hands, remove the plug and the blindfold. “You’re a glutton for punishment, girl.”
“I know,” she wept, now regretting her decision not to safeword. “It hurts so bad.”
When she moved to roll over, he pressed his hand to her back. “Stay still. I’m not finished with you yet.”
His commanding tone and the fact he’d left his horrible paddle on the pillow for her to look at, locked Ophelia to the bed. The slightest disobedience could see her punished again and this time she really would have to cry ‘wolf’. Jack strode out of the bedroom while Ophelia waited nervously, wondering what new ordeal lay in store.
He returned with a towel, wash cloth and a bottle of lotion. Ophelia lay quietly while he applied the soothing lotion to her flaming ass. “You’re the color of a plum but you’ll be back to normal in a week.”
Going by the residual sting, it would be a month. She felt the lotion being dribbled over her thighs, his big palm massaging in a circular motion. “You have no off switch, Ophelia. I should spank you for that alone. Do you agree?”
She thought about that for a moment before answering. “I guess.”
He turned her over, his face stern. “You will always need to be managed carefully by your Doms. Remember that.”
“You’re my Dom.”
He looked at her with an expression she couldn’t read. “How’s your cunt?”
She spread wide. “See for yourself.”
“Looks okay but I think it needs a rest.”
She giggled, her pain temporarily forgotten. “How long do you think it should rest?”
One of his dark brows rose. “Are you flirting with me, Ms. Tate?”
Ophelia jabbed a foot playfully into his chest. “I might be, Mr. Slayer.”
He smiled one of his lazy smiles and began to wipe between her legs with the damp wash cloth, taking his time to clean her thoroughly. It still surprised her how comfortable she’d become with Jack. Here she was, legs splayed and loving his touch.
He dried her off, examined her wrists. “No marks. You’re good to go.”
Ophelia dipped her lashes. “Thank you, Sir.”
With a gentle slap to her thigh, he moved away. “How about we eat?”
Ophelia slid from the bed, slipped on Jack’s tank top, waiting while he donned black stretch boxers. “Can I get my panties from the bathroom?”
“You don’t need panties.”
She did because Jack’s cum had started to trickle down the inside of her thigh. “But…”
He frowned. “Let it seep. You’re a bad girl for not holding it in.”
She had no answer to that, so she followed him down the hallway to the kitchen. Jack retrieved eggs from the refrigerator and an omelet pan from a cupboard beneath the counter.
Ophelia itched to take over. “I can cook if you like.”
He waved a hand at the pan. “Go for it.”
Ophelia set about whisking eggs and finding butter in the refrigerator while Jack poured wine and sat on a barstool. It felt odd to be cooking with a sore backside and a big dominant man watching her. Nice, though. She served his omelet first, waiting until he’d tried it before starting on her own. Being submissive to him came so naturally, she couldn’t imagine being any other way. She was an independent person, yet this felt right. What a difference two days could make to a girl’s life?
He cleaned his plate, pushed it away. “You’re a good cook.”
“Thank you, Sir. Coffee?”
He nodded. “Use the machine. There are pods in the drawer underneath.”
She’d only turned on the machine when she heard her phone ringing from the hall table. Oh crap, she’d forgotten about Lily. Racing out to the hallway, Ophelia answered the phone before it went to voicemail.
“I’m so sorry, Lily. I forgot about our dinner.”
“I made Italian especially. Where are you?”
Ophelia felt a stab of guilt at having to lie. “Working on the case.”
It must have sounded false because Lily’s voice turned shrewd. “You sound different. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you…?” Lily went silent for a second. “You hussy. You’re with the library man, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Liar. You’re at his apartment?”
Ophelia gave up. “Yes.”
“Oh my gosh, O, you’ve got a man. What’s he like in bed?”
“None of your beeswax.”
“That means he’s good. What’s Jake’s last name?”
“I haven’t asked him,” Ophelia answered stupidly, pushing down the urge to tell Lily the truth. It would lead to awkward questions.
Another chortle. “I guess sex with a semi-stranger is more exciting. Well before you go, tell me how the meeting went with Sebastian Raynott and his lawyer?”
Ophelia felt her cheeks turn pink. “It went fine. We’re meeting again tomorrow.”
“What’s the lawyer like? I’ve seen him on the news. Totally hawt. Do you know he’s a dominant?”
“What?”
“You know, spanking, bondage… that sort of thing. One of my rich clients has sessions with the famous Jack Slayer at the Blue Cavern dungeon. He doesn’t always fuck his subs but apparently, he fucks her. She says it’s amazing.”
Ophelia felt a stab of jealousy. “Is her name Candice by any chance?”
“Who?”
“No one important. Lily, I have to go.”
More laughter from Lily. “Have I shocked you, O? Some women love being disciplined.”
Of course she shouldn’t ask. She did anyway. “Do you?”
“Heck no. Jake likes me on top and doing the work. Why are you interested?”
The curiosity in Lily’s voice had Ophelia wishing she’d kept her mouth shut. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay but hot man or not, Ophelia Tate, promise you’ll get plenty of rest before your meeting.”
Lily had always fussed like an overprotective sister. They even argued like sisters, had sleepovers and visited each other’s families on holiday weekends. “I promise.”
“And ask your library man if he’s free for dinner next Saturday. I need to meet this guy.”
Alarm swept Ophelia at the prospect. She and Lily confided everything, but Jack would have to be a secret because Lily, for all her openness, might not understand.
“Bye, Lily.”
Jack had the coffees poured when she returned to the kitchen. He looked so sexy in his tight boxers, she still had to pinch herself that she had him all to herself.
He handed her a mug of latte. “Everything okay?”
“Hmmm.”
“Good because I need to talk to you. Take a seat.”
She didn’t sit down because the tank top wouldn’t tuck under her butt to keep the seat dry. His brief nod at the stool seated her without argument.
“I’m going to tell you something.”
She nodded absently, trying not to think about all the women who would have seen Jack’s boxers.
He swiveled her stool toward him. “You need to listen to me, Ophelia. A submissive’s bond to a Dom can be very powerful. It can go beyond the bedroom. In relationships, that’s how it often works. But in situations like this, it can cause complications. Do you know what I mean?”
She didn’t and she hated him for lecturing her. “No.”
“Like the way you served the food.”
“I wanted to please you.”
“And what if it’s your job?”
Not understand
ing, she shook her head. “What are you saying?”
“The Raynott case.”
Reality hit with a thump. Perhaps if she didn’t answer, Jack would let it alone.
Except he didn’t. “At the hotel last night, I was rough on you because I wanted you off the case for your own good. Today’s meeting proves your judgment is shot when it comes to me and this case.”
Ophelia puffed up with indignation. “My judgment is fine.”
He carried on as if she hadn’t spoken. “Bill Nealand called me while you were in the tub. He wanted to know what’s going on.”
“He should have called me.”
“I placated him by saying you’re too emotional for this case. He agrees. He’s also admitted that Raynott blames you for his prosecution and that could be a problem. Bill no longer wants you involved.”
Ophelia was so outraged she could barely speak. “I’m… I’m going to be involved!”
“You’re out of your depth.” He rose from his stool, towering over her as though to prove his point. “You saw what he’s like and believe me, he’s capable of much more. This court case isn’t for you.”
“No!” Ophelia yelled, off her stool, drawing herself up to her full height. It didn’t help because she only came to Jack’s shoulder. “This is my court case. I found the witness.”
“I already knew about him before the meeting, but I hoped you wouldn’t use his testimony. His name is Brock Shaw. Twenty-eight, lives alone, spends his nights spying on his neighbors. The jury will hate him.”
Ophelia shook her head in denial. “Your client is guilty.”
Jack topped off his coffee, drank most of it before answering. “My job is to get an acquittal.”
It was hard to fight Jack, but she couldn’t walk away from this after all her work. “And tonight you used me all over again. You don’t care about anything but winning. That makes you an… an asshole.”
She’d never called anyone that in her life. Jack’s brow rode high. “Is that so?”
“You’re an asshole. There, I’ve said it again. Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!”
Childish and undignified but to hell with him.
