by J. A. Bailey
Jett pulled back abruptly, leaving her wavering. Then his hands came under her buttocks and scooped her up easily. She ended up wrapped around him, her hands tangled in his long hair, angled slightly above him. His strength startled her even though she recognised how muscular he was. He held as if she weighed nothing. She stared down at him for moment and a dangerous spark of something alighted in his emerald eyes.
“Kiss me,” he commanded once more, his voice rough.
She lowered her mouth to his and this time he took hers in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, taking everything from her. Grace rocked into his body as an ache built between her legs. The muscled hardness of his stomach provided little relief. He thrust his tongue into her mouth again and again as his fingers pinched into her arse.
The world shifted and she realised he was walking her back toward the middle of the room. With a hand under her head, the other still firmly around her bottom, he lowered her down onto the glass coffee table, mouth still plundering hers. Her mind whirled at the twin sensations of a warm body in front of her and cold glass against her back.
When he drew back, he was panting and he came down to nip at her neck, sucking hard at her skin, no doubt marking her. She writhed as he worked lower, coming agonisingly close to the hard tips of her breasts. Grace yearned for the heat of his mouth around them.
But he didn’t give into her obvious need. Instead he thrust himself up and reached under the table. Drawing out some restraints, Grace now understood why his flat didn’t look like a dungeon. He probably had bondage stuff cleverly hidden everywhere.
“Give me your wrists.”
A throb of nervousness wound through her and she looked up into his intense expression. As much as he turned her on, she still wasn’t sure she was prepared for what he might do to her. She swallowed down the knot in her throat and held out her shaking hands.
Jett placed a gentle kiss to the inside of each wrist before tying the restraints firmly around them so that her hands were roped to the coffee table at either side of her head. She scowled at the oddly tender moment. What a strange man he was. So cold, so controlling, yet so sensitive to her moods. It was like he knew she needed reassurance.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured.
Grace almost groaned. Could he read her mind? “I-I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
He moved back and wrapped a large hand around one ankle, binding it to the table before doing the same to the other. She watched the flex of his arms, the way the ink on his right arm moved with his muscles and wondered if she’d be able to get to see all of it. There was no doubting that whatever happened tonight, she still wanted to see Jett Olsen in all his glory.
Jett’s hand came to the waistband of her underwear and she instinctively bucked into it, even as she trembled. He smirked, tracing a finger down to her cleft over the fabric.
“You’re wet,” he stated.
“Yes,” she whispered. In spite of her fear, she couldn’t help it. Jett made her pussy flood with arousal.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Gracie. But I might also make you feel bad. Can you handle that, darling?”
“I… yes, I think so.” She could. It would be worth it. She’d do anything for her daughter. And now she suspected she’d do anything for Jett. It was kind of worrying.
He nodded with satisfaction and curled his fingers over her the waist of her knickers. With a rip, the material dug into her thighs and then was gone, thrown the same way as her tattered dress. Cool air rushed around her heated folds as she lay, spread eagled for Jett.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“And you know I’m clean or they wouldn’t let me in the club. Same goes for you. So I can fill this gorgeous cunt full of cum. Is that okay with you?”
“Yessss.” She breathed the word, erotic images swirling in her mind.
He took his time, as if they had forever instead of just one evening, to explore her body with his fingers. Jett leisurely traced the inside of her thighs, the curve of her waist, the mound of her breasts before dipping into her cunt. She needed to press her legs together to relieve the pressure but the restraints held her firm. His touch was too teasing, too light. It was agonising.
Leaving her for a moment, she couldn’t see him as strolled behind the couch and she waited, breasts heaving, her arousal dripping onto the table. When he came back, he tied a blindfold around her eyes, blocking out everything. Grace wasn’t sure whether this was better or worse. It seemed to calm her nerves somehow but now she didn’t know what would happen next. And now she couldn’t see beautiful Jett.
She jolted as something cold touched her pussy. A vibrator. It wasn’t on yet but it was hard and thick as he pushed it relentlessly into her cunt. She was wet but it had been a while and she was tense. Still Jett kept pushing until the thick monster was lodged inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy. She squirmed against the pressure and received a slap to her thigh for her troubles.
“Keep still,” Jett barked.
Whimpering, Grace obeyed, waiting for whatever would happen next. Now came some nipple clamps and she welcomed the pressure on her aching tips. This she didn’t mind, but when the chains stretched over her stomach, her heart ratcheted up. She’d seen these before. They clamped not only around your nipples but also to your outer pussy lips. If she moved, either her pussy or nipples would get a sharp tug. She forced herself to remain still and bit her lip as Jett placed a clip on one side of pussy and then the other. As she shuddered, she felt the clamps tug. Oh God, what had she let herself in for?
Pressing each breath through her teeth, she listened to the steady footsteps as Jett paced around her. Her senses were on overdrive. She was sure she smelled his cologne but it sounded like he was down by her feet. What did she look like all exposed against the glass, a dildo wedged in her pussy? Did he see the trickle of damp seeping down between her buttocks? The pulse thudding in her neck? Her nipples peaked against the clamps, making her wince as they tightened.
Grace flinched as something touched her thigh. Leather. But she couldn’t tell what it was yet. The implement danced across her legs and hips, up to her stomach and drew circles around her breasts. Did he like what he saw? Grace had been lucky that having Beth so young had meant her body pretty much sprang back into shape but did he notice the small faded stretch marks? Did he appreciate her average but perky breasts?
God, she hoped so.
The leather settled over her cleavage and Jett must have angled it so it was flat against her as she now realised it was a paddle. She licked her bottom lip. He was going to beat her. But how hard? And would he push her further than she could take?
She flinched as the paddle disappeared, clenching her eyes shut behind the mask. It felt like an eternity before she heard the crack and it struck straight across her wet folds, way further down than she’d expected. She cried out as the sting radiated through her tender sex.
“Shhh,” Jett soothed. “Take ten of these quietly and I’ll turn on the vibrator.”
Not trusting herself to say anything coherent, Grace nodded. Though she was used to a good spanking, the Doms at SinSity worked her up to it. And their aim wasn’t really pain. Just a damn good show. If her skin reddened, great, but they didn’t need her screaming.
But Jett… Jett didn’t take it easy. That first hit had probably been the hardest she’d ever received, straight over her delicate flesh. Teeth gritted, Grace waited for the next blow. She heard the woosh through the air and forced herself to relax into it. Somehow she managed to keep her cry to herself as pain released through her.
“Count,” he ordered.
“Two.”
“No, this is one. You screamed on the first one.”
“One,” she agreed meekly.
Smack. He left her no time for recovery and laid another blow, slightly angled down her lips so that the paddle struck the vibrator inside her, sending shafts of pleasu
re through her hole even as heat consumed her skin.
“Two,” she forced out.
“Good girl,” Jett encouraged. “You should see yourself, laid out like an offering. Your golden skin is shimmering. I can smell your arousal. You smell like fucking heaven. I can’t wait to taste it.”
His words made her chest swell with gratitude and her body clench with desire. She couldn’t wait for him to taste it either. What would it be like to have Jett’s strong tongue invading her lips and flicking across her clit?
The next five blows came one after the other. Grace only just managed to keep count as the throb of fire consumed her and the need to come amplified. Then Jett took a moment to stroke her pussy, to increase the sensitivity in her nub, his warm fingers working hard to bring her close. She bucked and writhed but the nipple and pussy clamps tugged at her and she had to force herself to remain still.
Jett spanked her again, hitting across the metal clamps and sending a sharp pain through her, one she hadn’t yet become accustomed to. The need to cry out was so tangible but somehow she swallowed her scream and whispered, “Eight.”
The last two spanks both went across the clamps, the metal digging into her pussy lips and tears stung her eyes as she spilled out the final count. “Ten,” she uttered gratefully.
“Gracie, you are exquisite,” Jett told her as he unclipped the clamps from her pussy lips.
The blood rushed back into her tender flesh, increasing the ache until a Jett flattened his warm palm over her slick cleft and rubbed carefully, positioning himself beside her, one hand resting against the coffee table. Her clit instantly pulsed to life in response and then he pressed at vibrator, making it spark to life. It rolled inside her, rubbing at her g spot as Jett flicked her nub back and forth. With her pussy free of the clamps, she could move freely. They tugged on her nipples still but it only increased her pleasure, intensified the awareness of her body.
She strained against her bonds and realised she had quite a lot of freedom to move so she rocked her hips with each swipe of his finger, desperately trying to rotate against the elusive finger. Shocks of gratitude ran through her as the monstrous plastic cock rubbed at her g spot and Jett’s finger tormented her clit.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
Unable to speak, Grace nodded frantically. He whipped the blindfold from her as the pressure on her nub increased and she squirmed in response, thighs trembling with the need for release. It hit her hard and fast when it came. She went to squeeze her eyes shut but found herself captivated by the look on Jett’s face as he watched her. He observed her face closely as her orgasm radiated through her. His finger tapped against her clit, drawing out powerful aftershocks that made her jolt.
Heart thudding, skin slick, Grace sagged against the table and he lazily stroked across her wet folds as if soothing her through the pleasure before turning off the vibrator.
“Good?” he asked, green gaze connecting brashly with hers.
“Uh-huh,” she responded wearily.
“Would you like to thank me?” He stood, a hand to his jeans.
She must have licked her lips as he smirked. Yes, she wanted to see Jett Olsen’s cock. And yes she wanted to taste it. But her chest constricted at the sight of his hard length straining against his jeans. Could she even fit in inside her?
Disappointment prodded at her as his hand left his jeans but then he removed his t shirt, flinging it onto the couch and fresh desire flowed through her. Her mouth went dry. Was that an eight pack? Every inch of him was firm, large, masculine, powerful… from the ‘v’ of muscle leading down to his jeans to his flexing biceps to his wide shoulders. That tattoo she’d seen crawled entirely across one shoulder, tribal in design, and it sneaked onto his beautiful chest. She flexed her hands as the need to stroke his taut skin struck her.
“Like what you see?” Jett’s hands came back to his jeans.
“Yes. Yes, Jett. I want to touch you.”
His lips tilted. “That will have to wait. For now, you can taste me.”
With the quickest of movements, he ripped off his jeans. He couldn’t have been wearing any socks, she realised, as his feet were bare. She hadn’t even noticed that. And he hadn’t been wearing underwear either as she was now faced with his cock. A tremor of fear made her shudder against the cold glass as it twitched in response to her study of him. Thick and shining, his shaft reminded her of him. Powerful and predatory. Her pussy ached to be filled by it at the same time as she worried that his length would split her in two.
“What is it, Gracie?”
“Y-you’re big.”
He chuckled and Grace found she enjoyed the sound.
“You’re good for a man’s ego, sweetheart. Let’s see if you’re as good with your mouth.” Jett kneeled down near her head and pressed a firm hand to her cheek so she had to twist her face around toward him. “Open,” he ordered.
Unwittingly, her mouth dropped open and he thread his length between her lips. He didn’t give her any time to get used to the shocking heat or the salty taste of him. In one swift lunge, her nose was buried in the musky hair surrounding his rod and the head hit the back of her throat, making her gag. He retreated and did it again and she coughed this time. A strong hand twined into her hair, his grip tight as he pulled back, allowing her to take a breath before plunging once more. Panic crowded her mind as he picked up the pace. He was fucking her face like it was a cunt. And she wasn’t sure she could take it. If he kept going, she’d either choke or throw up. Regardless, he continued pounding into her face and Grace felt saliva run down her cheek as she fought to keep from retching.
His cock tensed in her mouth and she vaguely wondered if he was going to come. She hoped so. Then it would be over. Then she’d get to taste his glorious cum. She wasn’t sure where that thought came from but part of her knew nothing would taste as good as Jett’s spunk.
When he withdrew, Grace took a moment to gather her breath before meeting his gaze as he pulled himself to standing. He brushed a hand across her face, an affectionate gesture that had her heart slamming against her chest. Then he moved to the end of the coffee table, looming over her. She took in the sight of his glistening cock and rolling muscles.
“Shall I fuck you now, Gracie? Do you want my cock stretching that gorgeous cunt of yours?”
“Yes. Oh yes, please.” She sounded pathetic. But for some reason, the brutal fucking of her face had only made her long for it all the more.
He grinned and kneeled down to remove the restraints from her ankles. Then he slid the vibrator from between her legs, leaving her empty and bereft. Hooking both arms under the crook of her knees, he slid her down the coffee table. The restraints holding her wrists had enough give in them that her arse was now on the edge of the table, her arms pulled straight above her head. Jett hooked her legs over his shoulders and she gasped at the sensual image it made. His compelling face framed by her golden legs, his torso visible between them… it was enough to make her sex pulse with need.
The warm head of his cock touched her folds and she released a moan before he’d even impaled her. How would it be? Hard and fast? Or slow and sensual? Jett was so hard to predict.
He split her heat with his cock, spreading her wide until he was lodged just inside her sheath. She moaned at the sensation and he groaned as he gripped her thighs.
“Fuck, you’re tight. But you can take me.” He invaded further. “That’s it, darling, take it deep.”
The angle meant his shaft rubbed straight across her g spot as he buried himself fully inside her. His cock hit her cervix sending a jolt of exquisite agony through her, the sensation so acute, she had to shut her eyes for a moment. Then Jett started up with long, smooth strokes, each deliberate and forceful. He grit his jaw and Grace became mesmerized by the movement of his lithe body as each individual muscle moved against her. She glanced down at her pussy, the sight of his cock skewering her bare cunt making her internal muscles clamp down upon his length.
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br /> He hissed through his teeth and gave her a hard thrust as if punishing her for her body’s behaviour. She sucked in a breath and gaped up at him as he did it again. Trying to control the pulsing of her body, she gripped at her restraints but it was no good, her body had other ideas. So with each throb of her pussy, he pressed harder and deeper until she was sure she couldn’t take any more.
She ached and pulsed and almost hurt as he fucked her harder than anyone had ever fucked her before. The pleasure was unbearable but she knew she had to take it for Jett. Sweat glistened on his skin and she felt like she might explode at any moment as a boiling heat gathered in her womb.
“Take it,” he told her. “Take it all, my little slut.” His cock throbbed inside her and she cried out as her pussy spasmed on the edge of an orgasm.
His cum hit her pussy and her climax took off, spiralling from inside her. She closed her eyes as his hot seed filled her and he continued to milk himself inside her. She quaked from head to toe, stars flashing behind her eyelids as she tried to draw in breaths.
When she opened her eyes, Jett withdrew from her, offering a twisted smile as he released her legs and leaned over her. The proximity of the body that she still hadn’t touched made her ache with need all over again.
Jett skimmed a quick kiss over her lips before releasing her hands and helping her up to sitting. “Clean me,” he demanded as he came to stand in front of her as she sat on the coffee table.
His command shouldn’t have startled her but it did. The way he just stood there, naked, confident, his cock waiting for her. Her brain could barely function from the orgasm he’d just given her. She felt like she wanted to curl up into a ball and absorb it all and maybe even cry. Sex with Jett Olsen had changed her life irrevocably. Would anything be the same again?
But she still got down on her knees and cleaned the cum from his cock. She lapped it up, tasting herself on him. The musky smell of sex was so strong that she couldn’t tell if it was just his cum dripping from her pussy or more arousal. Something primitive twisted at her heart as she licked his head and thought of his seed filling her, marking her as his.
