by J. A. Bailey
As she finished, he pulled her to standing and hooked a hand under her legs, scooping her up. With no other choice, she hooked her arms around his neck and stared at his rugged profile. The urge to kiss at his jawline struck but somehow she resisted.
“What are you doing with me?”
“Getting you cleaned up.”
Grace blinked. Getting her cleaned up? What? Wasn’t she here just for his pleasure? Sure, the best kind of Doms ensure their subs were cared for but she certainly didn’t expect Jett to be one of those.
He carried her into his bedroom and her bare breasts rubbed against his smooth chest, making her nipples peak once more. Once he’d laid her down on the cotton sheets, he strode into the bathroom, giving her a peek at his taut, beautiful arse, and began pouring a bath.
Grace stared at the white ceiling, lethargic but edgy. What else did he have planned for her? Water torture? She’d heard about it but never experienced it and didn’t really want to. But she didn’t have much choice. She was Jett’s for the night. So far nothing had quite gone like she’d expected. His spanking had been brutal but his love-making amazing. And now he talked of getting her cleaned up. Surely he didn’t mean to just put her in the bath?
But then he returned and scooped her up once more. “How’s it going, Gracie?”
Fuck but she could feel herself turn to jelly when he called her that. He said it so seriously, no affection behind it, yet it made her feel like dropping to her knees and begging him to use her further.
“Fine.” She smiled hesitantly.
“Sore? Tired?”
“N-no.” Why did he care?
“Good, because I’m going to put those gorgeous holes of yours to use soon.”
She shuddered at the promise in those eyes and sucked in a breath as he lowered her into a deep, bubbly corner bath. He followed her in as she positioned herself, arms wrapped around her knees. She stared as he climbed in, the water making the hair on his legs darker. They rubbed against the sides of her bottom as he slid them past her.
Jett reached out to her and drew her closer, coaxing her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. His cock jabbed into her bottom, hard and ready to impale her already. It took all her strength not to rub up against it like a cat in heat.
“I love how you look at me,” he murmured in her ear. “Like I’m going to devour you or something. You don’t hide your reactions.” Sweeping aside her hair, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “Do I scare you, sweetheart?”
Grace liked her lips. Should she tell him the truth? Did he care? Or was it just some weird male ego thing? “A little,” she confessed.
He chuckled against her skin. It was a sound she was getting used to now. Before, she couldn’t have imagined Jett chuckling but it was a pleasant sound, especially when she knew there was no malice behind it. But did she know that? They still had a lot of the evening together. Where was the sadist she’d heard so much about?
“That’s okay. I don’t mind my subs being a little on edge. But just remember, I will make you feel good. Whatever I do to you, you’ll be begging for more by the end of it.”
Large hands began massaging at her shoulders and her stomach flipped. Was it nerves or excitement now? The lines had grown very blurred. Part of her longed to find out what he had in store for her for the rest of the evening while the other part dreaded it. Would he push her further than she could handle?
His hands slipped down her arms, soaping them and easing the aches that had developed from being tied up. Then he pressed under her arms and cupped her breasts, tugging her nipples into peaks and forcing a moan from her. All her worries dissipated at the feel of his rough fingers.
“I love your breasts. A perfect fucking handful.”
She glanced down. He was right. They looked perfect in his hands, her tanned skin filling them wonderfully. Somehow she suspected she had never been perfect before. It was only when Jett touched her that she was.
The tension seeped from her body and she tilted her head back against him. As one hand continued to cup her breast, the other stroked at her neck, encircling it, stroking it, encircling it, stroking it. It felt possessive, making her acutely aware of his strength to her fragility but it didn’t scare her like Greg had.
Jett leaned forward, pushing her with him and reached down to rub her thighs. Her legs fell open as his fingers skimmed the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs, his fingertips brushing all too briefly at her folds.
“Turn around.”
Grace eased herself reluctantly away from the support of his body and came to her knees, pivoted around and took in the sight of him all wet against the white porcelain of the bath. It was almost enough to send her sliding under the water as her body weakened at the sight. With his dark hair all wet and spikey, rivulets streaming down his chest, bubbles collecting on his tan skin, he was like a dream.
“On all fours.”
She did as he bid, pressing her hands to the bottom of the bath and coming up into doggy position. The bubbles tickled her chin and cold air greeted her rear as it thrust out of the water.
Curling a finger in invitation, he smirked as he laid back and waited for her to position herself over him. “Do you like my body?” he asked as she straddled him.
Was this a trick question? “Of course,” she spluttered out.
His grin widened. “Good. You’re far too quiet, Gracie. Tell me what you like about it.”
Her heart squeezed. Seriously? He wanted her to tell him all about his own sexy body? She wasn’t sure she could find the words. “Well… I… I like your arms. They’re strong and… and they feel good around me…” She glanced down. God, she was crap at this.
A finger came under her chin, coaxing it up. “Touch me and tell me. I want your hands on me. If you find me sexy, then show me.”
Okay, she could do this. This was some kind of test or something, she reckoned, and she sure didn’t want to fail. She drew in a path and traced the tattoo on his arm before bringing her lips down onto it. “I love your ink,” she murmured against it. “It makes you look bad.” Heat rushed into her cheeks. But he had said he liked her honesty right? She followed the lines onto his chest and kissed those too.
He winnowed a hand into her hair, gripped tightly but allowed her enough movement to continue kissing his chest. “Do you think I’m bad?” he asked.
She paused to look up at him. “I don’t know. I thought so. I think you can be.” He nodded and she assumed he was pleased with her answer.
Grace skimmed her lips up his neck to his jawline and lips. She kissed those, relishing the warmth. He didn’t move, just let her continue kissing along his face and slightly bent nose. “I like the way you always have some bristle.”
“Bet it makes me look bad too, huh?” he said with a laugh.
“Yep.” She surprised herself by laughing too. She was sat in the bath with Jett Olsen. Big, bad Jett. She shouldn’t be laughing.
“Use your hands on me too.”
Biting back a groan of delight, Grace managed to control herself in spite of aching to clutch his throbbing shaft right away. She skimmed her hands down the ripples of his stomach, taking her time to sketch each one. Shit, an eight pack! It was almost too much for a woman to take. Her fingertips brushed the head of his cock and it pulsed against her. Then she wrapped her hand around the thick length and continued to lick and nip his neck and chest.
He bucked his hips into her hand, masturbating himself in her hold. His jaw clenched, his breath hissed between his teeth but he kept his gaze on her as he gripped the edge of the bath and she stared up at him from under her eyelashes. She squeezed harder, worked harder, loving that she could had such an effect on him.
Suddenly he grasped her wrist and ripped her from him. “That’s enough.”
She squeaked in surprise as he flattened her against him, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss and stroking along her wet buttocks. Both his hands came around and grasped her arse
cheeks, spreading them wide so warm water and cold air flowed between them. Even in the water, she knew her pussy was wet and silky, begging for the thrust of his cock.
Then he pushed her back and using her wrist, twisted her around until she was back on her knees, facing away from him. He kept held of her wrist, holding it behind her as she supported her weight with her other hand against the bathtub.
“You should see how you look. Wet and hot. Ripe for a fucking.” He slapped a hand to her arse making her jump. “You’re going to beg to come, Gracie. You’re going to beg me to put my cock in your tight little hole.”
She whimpered at this. A heated imprint from his hand blossomed across her arse, both soothing and alarming. He didn’t warm her up to these things, she’d discovered. Would he be the same with her arse? Would he just ram his cock in regardless of the face she was practically an anal virgin?
“Have you had many cocks in your arse?”
Did the man read her mind? “No… just one. Only a couple of times,” she replied quietly.
“Greg?”
She nodded pitifully. Yes, fucking Greg. She’d hated it, had come to loathe sex with him and especially didn’t enjoy the way he fucked her arse.
“I’m going to erase the fucking memory of that man from you, darling. When I’m done with you, all you’ll be able to remember is me with my cock buried deep inside your tight arse.”
Grace gulped and nodded again. She didn’t doubt she’d remember it but she wasn’t sure she’d enjoy it. But part of her already felt more at ease with him. She almost… trusted him? The way he’d bathed her, talked to her, inched her ever so slightly open by forcing her to talk to him. It had broken down a barrier somewhere.
“Only me,” he told her forcefully as he brought his hand down on her arse. “I want to hear you say my name when I take you.”
“Yes, Jett.”
He released her other hand so she could fully support herself and spanked her arse with the flat of his palm, covering every inch of it. It felt like the air had been stolen from her lungs as the burning sensation spread. Not once did he alternate between hard and soft like she was used to. Not once did he give her a break. She squeezed her eyes shut and then realised that made it worse, so she opened them and stared at the shiny white surface of the bath edge.
The crack of flesh on flesh rang off the tiles, the water sloshing as he hit her. But she wanted so badly to do this, to please him, to have her arse glowing from his palm prints, so she grit her teeth and took it.
“Good girl. What do you say?”
“Thank you,” she pressed out, her voice husky. She didn’t know how much more she could take and she screamed as a sharp blow smacked across the bottom of one cheek, his fingers splaying across the top of her thigh.
He continued. He must have used all his strength on her surely because she’d never had a spanking like it. All she could think of was the fire surging through her skin and each touch of his hand. Somewhere inside, the sub in her preened under the attention, begged for more, but the pain was too much and outwardly she sobbed with each blow.
When he coaxed her legs wide and slapped his hand between her thighs it was a relief. Jett flattened his palm hard across her tender flesh and she accepted it gratefully, spreading her thighs. His other hand gripped her burning arse and though he hit her pussy hard, she welcomed the pressure and the relief that he’d hopefully finished with her rear. He probably only spanked her cunt a handful of times but the world had grown blurry, her hearing slightly muffled and every touch now seemed like pure ecstasy. She reared into each spank, her pussy clenching and dripping for him.
The invasion of her arse was sudden but it didn’t break through the blissful haze. He must have collected enough of her arousal to make it easy as his finger slipped in with no problems. She groaned and bit down on her lip as he wriggled and twisted the finger. “That’s it, Gracie, be my little anal slut.”
Jett slid the invasive finger deeper sending sparks of unbearable sensation through her. When he scissored his fingers and worked the rest into her cunt, she squealed. Clearly encouraged, he worked her holes harder and faster until she quaked and feared she’d lose her grip on the bathtub.
One strong arm hooked around her waist and drew her up, his finger still in her arse. She was flat against his chest, the arm now possessively around her throat as he fucked her arse, adding an extra finger. There was no relief, no let up as he worked both fingers in and out of her hole, barely giving her a moment to get used to the sensation. The hand around her throat gave a squeeze and slid down to her pussy to play with her clit. As he pinched it in time with the thrusts of his fingers, it became too much and she juddered against him, eyes clenched shut.
“Jett!” She screamed his name as her pussy and arse clamped down, the pleasure rolling through her again and again as he continued his relentless fucking of her arse and flicking of her bud. He only slowed when every last ounce of pleasure had been wrung from her.
Grace let her head flop back against him as he slid his fingers out from her and held her against him with that hand against her neck once more. Funny, she was beginning to like that. It felt… almost affectionate. There was no threat behind it. Just a sense of security.
“Are you ready for my cock now?” he murmured in her hair.
“Oh yes, Jett. Yes please.” She probably sounded needy and pathetic but she couldn’t help thinking, if he could do that with his fingers, what would it be like to have his cock in there?
Urging her back onto her knees, he spread her arse cheeks once more and skimmed his fingers over her puckered hole. He chuckled as she bucked against it in anticipation. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re going to look so good riding my cock.”
The head of his rod touched her hole before sliding down to her pussy. He slipped it in there easily, once, twice and a third time, teasing her with its width. Then she felt the heat of him against her hole and he pressed forward, stretching her, impaling her. Like before, he gave her little chance to get used to it as he forged forward, breaching her arse. The sensation of being utterly filled was almost too much and she cried out, “Jett!”
“That’s it, Gracie. Scream my name as I take your arse.”
She didn’t think she could fit anymore of him in her but he kept going until she was utterly stuffed with cock. The friction was incredible as he retreated a little then buried himself back in her. He moved slowly several more times making her groan, fingers gripping her flaming rear. His solid legs pressed into the back of hers and her breasts swung with the motion.
Grace keened and whimpered and moaned as he rammed into her, this time fucking her more heavily. There was no pretence behind his fucking. This was for pleasure. This was for taking her. This was for making her his. To ensure she never forgot the day when Jett Olsen plunged his cock in her barely fucked arsehole.
And she liked it. Her arse strained, burned almost, but he’d said he liked the honesty of her reactions and she found she liked the honest way he fucked her. They were similar, she realised, as he pounded into her. He did what he wanted, took what he wanted, never concealing it behind softer intentions and she would probably take it all.
Fingers digging into the bath edge, she grit her teeth as the pressure built. God, was it possible to explode from pleasure? She was about to reach down and play with her pussy but Jett must have read her intentions as he bent slightly over her, bringing his shaft in deeper and used his hand to tease her clit.
“That’s it, come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your arse squeeze my cock.”
The start of an orgasm was already building as he said the words, seemingly triggered by his deep voice. Fingers squeezing her hips, he thrust heavily into her, flesh slapping against flesh and he toyed with her sensitive nub. A deep rumbling sensation grew and she spilled out incoherent words as the pleasure just kept increasing and increasing. She shook and sweated until she feared she’d collapse into the water. Only Jett’s strong grip on h
er prevented her from doing so.
Then it flew through her, consuming her. She closed her eyes as she quaked and Jett murmured encouraging words. Her body pulsed around him and his cock twitched in an instant reaction. With several long, hard strokes, his hot seed filled her. Grace savoured the primitive sensation as the last of her climax ebbed away leaving her head buzzing, her limbs lethargic.
Jett pressed his lips to her back as he withdrew. Her sound of disappointment must have amused him as he released a laugh as he urged her back against his to wash his cum from her. His arms wrapped around her, his heart galloping against her back.
“Like that, did you?” he muttered against her hair as his hands skimmed her breasts.
“Mmm-hmm.” Too much. How would anything ever compare?
“Don’t get too comfy, Gracie,” he told her gruffly. “I’ve still got the rest of the night to do whatever I want with you.”
Chapter Six
The restraints rubbed against her wrists as she squirmed. Ethan pressed the massager against her pussy, sparking sensation between her thighs. Tied up on an x-frame and tilted slightly back, her sex was exposed to the audience. Her skin was already red from a cropping, welts colouring her thighs and breasts but she’d barely felt them. Nothing seemed the same now. Not since Jett.
Had she been wrong? Grace closed her eyes, willing the pleasure to consume her as usual. Jett had fucked her raw that night and dropped her home himself the next morning. And then… then he’d asked if she wanted a repeat.
But how could she? The deal had been one night and one night only. She had Beth to worry about. And she’d been burned. After her lack of foresight with Greg, how could she throw herself into the arms of a man like Jett? Even if her body still craved his touch. Even if every time she masturbated, the only way she could come was if she thought of him.
And she did it now. As she wriggled against the padded leather, the massager tickling her clit, she imagined it was Jett pressing it against her cunt. He hadn’t even been in the club in the week since. Though she sighed with relief every time she stepped out and didn’t spot him, her heart stabbed in disappointment too. But what else did she expect? A man like Jett Olsen didn’t ask twice.
