by Lana Lachlan
Climbing up her body, he licked along her lips to share her muskiness. “Taste how horny you are.”
His girl opened up to suck her own juices. Tied to the erotic kiss, he wrapped her in his arms, loving the feel of her, loving the change in himself. A man in love.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she murmured against his mouth, “I love you, Jack.”
The way she said it–with a hint of sadness–had Jack easing her back. Framing her face in his hands, he searched her beautiful eyes. “Something’s bothering you, sweetheart. What is it?”
Her gaze turned down while she fingered a button on his dress shirt. “It’s nothing.”
“I don’t want any secrets between us. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Will I…?”
Her voice broke and Jack completed the sentence. “Be the only one? You think that because I’m a dominant, I’ll need to discipline other women. Is that it?”
She shook her head.
Jack stroked her cheek. “Is it?”
A nod of confirmation. “I know I should be sophisticated about this but it’s the way I am. And Candice said you like three-ways. I wouldn’t know what to do in a three-way.”
When it came to her sexual power, Ophelia had a confidence issue. He got that. “Let’s clear this up now, my love. I don’t want the Cavern Club or three-ways or anything or anyone but you.”
“But she said...”
Ophelia still didn’t get it. “If you mention her again, I’ll blister your bottom. It’s you I want.”
“But...”
He stopped her with a thumb to her lips. “Be quiet.” Turning her face up, he kissed her tenderly. “Now do you get it?”
A dip of her chin.
“Good because you’re my woman. And my woman is a sexy, beautiful, smart, kickass attorney with a great career ahead of her.”
She smiled.
He smiled back. “And one day my kickass attorney will try and kick my ass in a courtroom. And if she works hard, she might even succeed.”
“I will succeed,” she told him softly, plastering little kisses all over his face. “I’m going to be the best prosecutor in New York.”
“Good girl.”
She ran her small fingers over his biceps. “Your muscles are huge, Sir.”
“And?”
Another dip of her chin. “I like your body, that’s all.”
In other words, pep talk over. “We’ve got a lot to cover tonight so I’d like you to undress.”
With her bottom lip caught seductively between her teeth, she undid her hair and began to slide the zipper on the side of her dress down. It got stuck halfway and Ophelia’s adorable look of allure turned to a frustrated frown.
God, so cute. “Let me help or you’ll rip Lily’s dress.”
Freeing her, his eyes fell on her black lace bra. Fuck.
He yanked it down to her waist, furious all over again. “When I want your little titties in a lace bra, I’ll let you know. Next time wear your usual underwear.”
Her eyes dared him. “I like my new bra and panties.”
“I’ll decide what you wear in the bedroom.”
“You’re bossy, Jack.”
He tapped a leg. “And don’t you love it, little missy. And just because you’re officially my girl, don’t think I will be merciful.”
The threat worked as the defiant look evaporated.
“Much better.” Taking padded handcuffs from the bedside cabinet, he dangled them from a finger. “Turn over.”
Lust flared in her eyes as she slid onto her stomach.
“I see the girl is feeling extra kinky tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
He could almost feel the heat of Ophelia’s longing to seal tonight with a session of hard play. Jack left the cuffs on the pillow to run his fingers the length of her spine, over her butt–still rosy from his hand–and down her thighs to her calves. There would be lovemaking tonight–a lot of lovemaking–but right now, this willowy girl needed tutoring.
Cuffing her to the bed, Jack walked away to station himself by the window. No sound or movement from Ophelia but he knew how to play this out. Wait for her tension to build. Wait for her to wonder what he intended. Wait for her to get hotter than Hades so that when her punishment came, the sexual rush would be ten-fold.
Casually stepping out of his shoes, he stripped down to his briefs. Stretching and rolling his shoulders, he took in the Manhattan view. He could sense her watching him, sense her apprehension coming across the silent room. When he finally turned to acknowledge her, she was staring at him with huge eyes, her cuffed hands in little fists and her toes dug into the sheets. Ophelia would be all wet from sexual anticipation. She would be a little frightened, yet she wouldn’t turn away from the pain or even safeword to end her torment. His girl needed her discipline.
He fetched the heaviest paddle he had, sat it on her butt while he shoved down his briefs. His cock stood straight out, dripping with pre-cum. Ophelia twisted her head up to stare, flicking out her tongue to invite him in. This girl’s sexiness could keep a man interested for a lifetime. His lifetime.
Without talk or warning, Jack picked up the paddle and smacked her hard across the left buttock. She yelled, pushed herself into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape. He delivered his next blow to the right buttock to even things up and the next across both for good measure. She keened to each smack, her feet flailing in the air, belly pressed into the sheets.
Jack traced the paddle’s edge around the rectangular marks. “Is there something you want to say, little one?”
“No, Sir.”
No safeword.
He spanked her again. By now Ophelia was up on her knees, thrusting her ass into the pain and from the guttural groans coming fast and hard, she wouldn’t need any pussy manipulation to get her over the edge.
Three more blows and she fell down shuddering in climax. Jack felt the heaviness at the base of his cock rising up like a fountain. He needed her pussy and he needed it fast. Before he could get his cock within striking distance, his ejaculate shot out in a thick stream over her ass, splattering both cheeks—the globules of pearly white in stark contrast to her red paddle marks.
“Fuck,” he cursed, watching the last of it plop into her crack. “That wasn’t meant to happen.”
Ophelia picked up her hips in offering. “Sir.”
Jack stared at her trembling cum-coated butt. Christ, she turned him on. She also needed a plug before he cleaned her off and got busy again. He couldn’t last many more sessions without going there.
He had the plug from the drawer when she whimpered, “I want you.”
Jack, his cock still hard and more than capable of obliging her, held back. “You’re not big enough to take me, girl.”
She spread her knees wide to present herself in the most tempting pose. “I can, I promise. Please, Sir.”
Jack swore his erection grew another inch. Perhaps she could? Retrieving the deluxe plug from the drawer, he added lube before working it deep in her butthole. She grunted at the fullness but no complaint or safeword.
He pushed and pulled and swiveled to open her up. “This is nowhere near as big as my cock, baby, but your hole is promising.”
A giggle from between her elbows.
Leaning down, he kissed the back of her neck. “I’ll give it a try, but you need to relax. Can you do that for me?”
A shake of her tail by way of answer.
Jack worked a generous amount of lube over his cock and, holding her cheeks open, he pushed the head in, holding still while she jerked at the sudden expansion.
“Okay, sweetie?”
“Oooh, it hurts.”
“It will to start with so relax as much as you can.”
He withdrew, entered again. She puffed but no complaint. Sliding his hand around to her clit, he rubbed and tweaked to keep her occupied, loving that his girl wanted to do this, but also worried that she wouldn’t be able to cope
.
“More, Sir.”
Jack added another inch. Seeing himself half buried in her ass and the feel of it clenching made him want to push, but he waited patiently until her muscles relaxed.
“You feel good, babe.”
“Are you all the way in?”
“Not even close.”
He heard her gulp.
Holding his shaft level, he gave her more, pausing to focus on her clit. She began to fluctuate against his fingers, so he dipped into her pussy. While she squeezed on his fingers, he gave her the rest of his dick.
“I’m in now.”
To his surprise, Ophelia rotated her hips as though testing him for fit. “It still hurts but it feels… feels good.”
Jack withdrew, gently entered again. “There’s nothing like ass fucking, babe.”
Comfortably seated in her ass, he thrust slowly, gasping at her fantastic elastic hole opening and closing on each movement. She felt so damned good, he paused for a break—wasting precious moments of pleasure before resuming his unhurried slides. With his fingers occupying her pussy, he fucked both openings, owning her totally. Ophelia mewled and pushed back on him while Jack growled his appreciation.
Her pussy fluttered, giving him the green light. Jack shifted his bulk to the side and smacked her buttock with his free hand. A single push, another spank and she orgasmed, pitching into the spasms. Jack, fully embedded, closed his eyes and savored his release.
“You’re a good little baby,” he murmured, still balls deep in her ass.
She flexed. “I feel like I’ve been split in two.”
He rubbed her back. “You’ve done well.”
Sliding out, he took her to the shower where he soaped her from top to bottom, tracing the sponge around and over every slender curve. In the shower mist, her pale body glistened under the shower lights, the water cascading over her nipples, down her flat belly to her slim legs. She looked ethereal and delicate and more angel-like than ever. When he’d finished rinsing her off, she leaned into him, her head under his chin, her arms around his waist and her feet placed neatly together between his. He loved her and he couldn’t quite believe how much he loved her.
“Are you hungry yet?” he asked, burying his face in her hair to absorb her scent.
“Hm-mm.”
“Then let’s eat.”
He dried her off, toweled her wet hair and dressed her in one of his tees, which covered her elbows and went past her knees. Sitting her on the end of the bed, he put her in a pair of his socks because her feet felt cold and then he combed her hair. When he finished, she looked up at him with soft eyes. His girl loved being looked after. Dom and sub bonded.
Jack slipped into boxers and T-shirt and took her to the dinner table. The food hadn’t improved in their absence but obviously Ophelia liked it, making comments about each plant and nut and scooping the rubbery tofu into her mouth. Jack winced. They’d have to come to an understanding about meals. Like hell he’d give up his steaks.
“Are you still going to represent Sebastian Raynott?”
Jack topped up his glass. “No chance. We’ve dumped him.”
“Good.”
She said it with finality, but she’d started toying with her food. Something else had crept into her mind.
“What is it?” he encouraged gently.
Ophelia made circles on the plate with her fork before answering. “The phone sex with Candice. Have you done that before?”
Jack grinned, relieved it wasn’t anything serious. “There was no one on the other end, Ms. Jones.”
Her brow went high in surprise, then creased to a scowl. “You mean you tricked me!”
“You enjoyed playing with yourself, didn’t you? And while we’re on the subject, who’s Jake?”
Her face turned red. “Um…
“C’mon, out with it.”
“Lily’s boyfriend. I thought you were him.”
Jack sat back, genuinely surprised. “So you screwed the man you thought was Lily’s boyfriend?”
She pinched her lips together.
“Does she know what you did?”
The red turned to beetroot. “Yes, but it was her idea in the first place. She thought Jake was in the library so she begged me to flirt to see if he… you would cheat on her. I didn’t expect you to even talk to me.”
Jack smiled at the memory of them sending books flying in the criminal procedure aisle. “And you got more than you bargained for. Why the ‘Ms. Jones’?”
“I… I was embarrassed.”
“All I can say is that you had a lucky escape. You could’ve lost your friend.”
A look of guilt crossed her features. “I still feel terrible.”
“And no red book.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. “No red book.”
Jack shook his head in mock seriousness. “You’ve been a very dishonest young lady, Ms. Jones.”
“I know, Sir.” She set down her fork, eyed him curiously. “What does the D really stand for, JD?”
“Damien.”
She mouthed the name several times as though rehearsing it for some future occasion. “It’s nice.”
Jack leaned back in his chair, patted his lap. “And now that we’ve got all that out of the way, I’d like you to come over here.”
She shuffled to him in her oversized socks, clutching her tee. Jack slipped his hands under the T-shirt to cup her ass, careful not to add to the pain. “I think I like the no panties thing.”
Her playful smile tugged at his heart. “I like it too.”
Standing, he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Will you punish me for telling fibs, Sir?”
“No, little one. The rest of the night is for lovemaking.”
She nuzzled her face in his neck. “Mmm, I like that. And I’ll try to be good.”
No she wouldn’t and that’s why he loved her. As he deposited her on the bed, she pulled him down for a tender kiss and Jack knew he was home.
Two months later
Who’s the judge?”
Ophelia brushed toast crumbs from her jacket. “Judge Abrehart.”
“He’s okay so long as you follow procedure. And the defendant’s attorney?”
“MacBarron from Endicott and James.”
“I know MacBarron. He’s good so you’ll need to stay on your toes.”
Ophelia rolled her eyes. “I know what I’m doing, Jack.” She flicked another crumb off. Damn, the top button of her jacket was about to fall off and she didn’t have time to sew it back on. She’d have to go to court wearing an unbuttoned jacket.
“Have you practiced your opening statement.”
“Yes,” she said patiently, trying but failing to work a loose tendril of hair into her updo.
“And have you prepped your witness?”
Ophelia put herself in Jack’s arms as a way to stop his fussing. “Stop worrying about me. Bill’s put me on the easiest case he could find. It’ll be over in two days.”
He kissed her forehead. “The first case is always a big deal, sweetheart, and even small cases can be tricky.”
Ophelia snuggled into Jack’s shirtfronted chest. “What are you doing today?”
“I have a client being arraigned for murder.”
“I suppose you’ll get him off?”
“It’s a her and yes, she’ll walk.”
Ophelia leaned back in the circle of Jack’s arms, regarding him seriously. “You’re a big bad lawyer, Jack Slayer.”
He tucked the wayward lock behind her ear. “And you’re my attorney girl who is going to be late for work if she doesn’t get going. I’ve put an apple in your briefcase for lunch.”
She’d been living with Jack in his apartment for a whole six weeks and every day, he put a piece of fruit in her briefcase. And every night when they got home from their respective jobs, she would prepare dinner–vegan for herself, meat for Jack–while he poured the wine and a
sked about her day. And after dinner, they would sit in front of the fire or outside by the brazier if the stars were out and it wasn’t too cold. Sometimes they discussed the law and sometimes they argued over a legal point but arguing with Jack usually ended in lovemaking or a spanking, depending on how sassy she got. Ophelia had never loved the law so much.
Ophelia gathered up her briefcase and keys, pushing high on her toes to kiss her Dom on the cheek. And all she got in return was a pat on her ass, a lopsided grin and the promise of tonight in his eyes. Ophelia smiled her happiness. She didn’t need anything else.
The End
Lana Lachlan
Lana Lachlan quickly discovered that writing about bad men, smart women and naughty sex is better than chocolate. And when she’s not creating her beautiful heroes and heroines with their dark, delicious fantasies, she’s usually on the beach, foolishly trying to keep up with her greyhound. Oh, she also eats too much chocolate.
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