Zeke’s Meeting
Book Six in the Fantasies A-Z Series
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Zeke’s Meeting
By Jennifer Kacey
Zeke’s Meeting
By Jennifer Kacey
Text Copyright Jennifer Kacey 2016
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Dedication
To You – For all the places we will go…
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Zeke’s Meeting
By Jennifer Kacey
The mile-high club has never seen this kind of meeting.
To secure their Moroccan contract, Zeke and Aslan finally decide they have to invest in a private jet with a full-time pilot.
It was a sound business decision that they’d contemplated for years.
But who is to say they can’t mix a little bit of pleasure with their business? Or a lot of pleasure…
Zeke’s ready to collect on his next fantasy. His request is wrapped together into becoming a member of the mile-high club.
But he’s not looking for just a quickie in a cramped bathroom. More along the lines of an entire buffet spread out naked across their conference room table.
When Aslan learns they aren’t the only kinky couple on the plane, her idea of a business meeting takes on a whole new meaning.
Chapter One
Aslan’s eyes when Zeke told her she was his fetish?
Fuck, she did it for him.
Surprise and heat and emotion, all wrapped into a look of love he’d never forget. A moment in time, etched into his long-term memory before her head had even fully tilted to the side to stare at him.
“I’m your fetish?” Her quiet question spoke to every piece of him.
The husband, the friend, the lover, and most definitely the monster.
That part of him roared to the forefront as his cock throbbed inside her tight heat.
Her throaty groan fed him. Her gaze locked onto him and sustained some part of him he didn’t even know had been dying.
Moving inside her deliciously well-used sex made him want to howl. “You’re most definitely my fetish. I just see you and I need you. Smell you and I have to have you.” Closing his eyes, he concentrated on where he touched her, filled her. “Feel you?” He shook his head, trying to clear it. “I’m a goner.”
The way she watched him flipped a switch inside him labeled Mine. Possession nearly overwhelmed the rational side of his brain that knew he needed to unstrap her, let her rest. But he wasn’t done with her. Not ever.
Ever.
He caught her gaze and held it as he pushed in deep to grind his cock inside her. “Nothing turns me on more than you. Nothing even comes close to making every rational thought in my head disappear. Nothing. Then you go and give me the keys to the candy store.” Looking down, he stared at the lips of her pussy as they slid along his shaft. “Let me tie you to our new medical chair. Let me fuck you. Repeatedly. Take my fourth hole.”
“Of course. I want what we have just as much as you do.”
His head seemed to move on its own as he shook it back and forth again. “Not ‘of course’. There aren’t many women who are brave enough to give up their power, their control. I know I fought you in the beginning, pushed you away.” He glanced up in time to see her wrinkle her nose before she could school her features again.
“I understood. Kind of,” she added on the end. She wrinkled her nose one more time and stretched her hands. “I’m glad you finally decided to give us a chance.” Glancing around their new playroom, she smiled. “It’s been incredible.”
“Incredible” didn’t even begin to describe it. He nodded, unable to find the words perfect enough to tell her what she meant to him. What everything around them meant to him. His cock throbbed inside her and he let that speak for him. His need for her, his desire. Slowly, he fucked her, getting harder on each stroke. The need to come inside her tight pussy wasn’t going to be held off for much longer.
Zeke reached up and released the closest strap to him, which wrapped across her stomach. The leather retracted back into the table. As did the next and the next, until her entire naked abdomen and torso were deliciously bare. “Now it’s just your legs and arms strapped down.” The lines on her stomach from the straps made his heart beat hard. The lines went all the way up to her throat. Even across her forehead. But those were fainter since he’d removed them when he’d fucked her throat. He touched the lines and fucked her deep.
“You wreck me,” she whispered, and ground her teeth together.
Glancing up, he stared at his wife. He took in every inch of the woman he loved more than life itself and wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky to have found her, kept her, married her. “No. It’s me who is wrecked. All the time.”
He sped up, just to see her cherry-red nipples get hard again. They had to be sore, due to how long he kept the clover clamps on them earlier. Bending forward, he swiped his tongue across one sensitive peak and then the other.
Her gasp added fuel to the still-burning fire inside his gut.
Air. That’s what she was to him.
Life itself.
Her last fantasy had been medical fetish. Something she hadn’t even known she’d asked for. But she had when she’d woken him up one night, having the sexiest wet dream. Her fingers had been buried in her pussy as she’d tried to ride them to get herself off.
Not on his watch, if he had anything to say about it.
She’d called him Dr. Zeke while still asleep, soaking the bed as she’d come with him deep inside her. The next morning, she’d all but forgotten about it.
But Zeke remembered.
So he’d started planning, researching, arranging, ordering, designing.
Took him weeks to convert one of their guest rooms into a play room. Piece by piece so he kept it a secret.
A play room fit for his monster and all the deliciously depraved things he wanted to do to his wife.
Things like this.
Strapping her to a custom-made chair, playing with all four of her holes to his he
art’s content. Then fucking her afterward. Yes, he’d already watched his cum shoot inside her gaping pussy and ass while being held open with speculums.
It had been wicked dirty and a fantasy he’d been riding for weeks.
But nothing could replace the feeling of being buried deep inside her sex when he came. His cum, filling her bare, nothing separating them, possessing that part of her neither of them had shared with anyone else, was something he couldn’t describe.
Wrecked?
He most certainly was.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Aslan breathed out.
Scrutinizing the large fetish furniture around the room, he growled.
“Maybe even a dollar for those thoughts.”
“I made a very obvious oversight in here.” He unhooked the first strap around one of her thighs and worked his way all the way to her ankle.
“And what is that? I look around and can’t imagine anything you’ve forgotten.”
“A bed.”
Aslan moaned as he freed her first leg and then set out to unstrap her other one. “What about a bed?”
“I took the bed out of here and put it in the basement.”
“Mmm… Kinky.”
Zeke chuckled and set to work releasing her arms.
She groaned and stretched as soon as he was done with her second arm.
“Fuck,” he cursed as she tilted her pelvis back and forth, fucking his cock the tiniest bit.
“Yes, you are.”
“I most certainly am, which leads me back to the problem of no bed.”
“Then let’s go to our bed. I feel deliciously used and wouldn’t mind wrapping myself around you while you take me again.” She glanced over and down and smiled. “And we could always get a rug for the floor and you could just fuck me down there.”
“But then you’d get carpet burn on your back. Your knees.”
Aslan sighed. “Exactly.”
Zeke just paused and stared down at his wife. “How did I get so lucky to find you and keep you and get to fuck you? How? ‘Cause if I could bottle that, I would make millions.”
“We already make millions ‘cause you have an awesome business partner.” Aslan’s eyes grew wide as she enunciated the word awesome.
Zeke couldn’t help but chuckle. Loath to pull out of her wet pussy, Zeke finally stepped back and moved around to stand beside her. “That I most certainly do. One that takes our private jet to foreign countries to charm dignitaries and business people.” He scooped her up and into his arms.
She settled against his chest as he turned toward the door but then sat up a bit. “Do we need to take stuff to clean up? Quite a few things got very dirty earlier.”
“Which parts? The dental gag you drooled all over before you sucked my cock as you came? Or the speculums I used to open your holes up for inspection? Or did you mean the metal sounds I used to fuck your fourth hole until you came so hard you passed out?”
Aslan collapsed against his chest and held him tight as he stepped through the doorway. “You are so dirty.”
“May I remind you it was your fantasy, you filthy little girl? I just paid attention and made it happen.”
Siiigghhhh. “Best sex life ever.”
Zeke headed toward their bedroom and hugged her to him. “Without a doubt.” He laid her on the bed and climbed on top and between her thighs.
She guided him in with one hand and latched onto one of his biceps with the other. The whole time her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She looked as if she concentrated on every sensation as he slid inside her. Several emotions morphed the features of her face. Joy, happiness, desire and a little bit of pain.
Fuck if his monster didn’t rush to the forefront to push in a little deeper, a little quicker than he really wanted to, just to see her grimace a tad bit more.
Quickly, they settled into a slow rhythm of thrust and release as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“So what’s it going to be next?”
“Next what?” he asked as his balls brushed her ass and he hissed in her ear.
“Your next fantasy. I feel like I’ve had the last three, so we really should make your next one over the top.”
Zeke thought about it for a second and backed up a bit to stare down into his beautiful bride’s eyes. “I do have one I’ve been thinking about for a while but it actually hasn’t been possible until very recently.”
“Do tell,” Aslan encouraged as she rotated her hips each time he thrust inside her.
“Do you have any idea how much I love talking and chatting while I’m fucking you? While we’re connected, us talking about anything dark and delicious pushes all of my buttons.”
“Mmm… Me too. Love discussing all of our deviant activities past, present and future when you’re inside me. It’s like porn but way better.”
A laugh rumbled out of him and he put all of his weight on one elbow. With his free hand, he reached up and brushed his fingertips across her brow, her high cheekbones, her jaw. “Way better than porn.”
For a few minutes, they just stared at each other and moved in some kind of rhythm called perfection that didn’t exist outside their relationship.
All of a sudden, Zeke realized they’d been talking about something specific and fought to remember what it was. “Oh yeah, my fantasy. The mile-high club. I’ve always wanted to be a member.”
Aslan smiled and giggled, which reminded him of after she came. “Epic fantasy, and now that we have the private jet…”
He nodded and bent to brush his lips against hers. “But I seem to be in need of a buddy for this fantasy.” He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip. “Wonder where I could find that kind of buddy. It’s a highly specialized position, you see. Not just anyone can fit the role.”
“Oh, really? I’m intrigued. What kind of qualifications would this person need to have? A guy buddy? Is that what you’re looking for?”
“No. I believe I’m looking for someone distinctly female.”
“Excellent choice,” she whispered across his lips. “What else?”
He smiled against her mouth, and kissed her quickly before pulling out of her fluttering sex.
“Where are you going?” she asked as she struggled up onto her elbows.
It didn’t take him long to move down and settle between her thighs. He pushed her legs up and out so he had access to all of her holes. “I needed to taste you.” Licking up her slit, he flicked the tip of his tongue off her clit. “Taste us.” He licked her again, staring straight at her.
“Oh.” The look on her face changed from frustrated to blissfully happy in approximately two-point-five licks. On the next swipe of his tongue, she collapsed back on the bed spread wide for him to do as he pleased.
Good.
Since he would have anyways.
Most. Perfect. Mate. Ever.
He moved slightly lower and his cock jerked beneath him as he licked her tiny asshole. “I’m looking for a woman who likes to get dirty.”
“Dirty is definitely a plus.” Her breath hitched in her throat and her hands tightened into fists.
“And we might be in compromising positions for this fantasy. The potential of being caught will probably be higher than most of the others.” Zeke licked one of his fingers, getting it good and slick. He circled the tight ring of her ass and teased it with the tip of his wet digit. “An exhibitionist would definitely come in handy.”
“Exhi-bition-ist.” Every couple syllables she had to breath. “That sounds…so sexy.”
Zeke loved knowing how he affected her. How quickly he could bring her pleasure pumped through his veins as he pushed his finger deeper into the tight channel of her ass.
Aslan’s hands had made it to her sexy tits while he was tonguing her. She simply brushed against her still-red nipples with her thumbs. The tight peaks somehow grew even harder.
“And we may not have long to act on this fan
tasy if we’re, say…having a meeting in the new jet. We might only have a few minutes to sneak away.” Moving forward, he rubbed the pad of his thumb across her sensitive pee hole as he remembered a certain pitstop they shared not too long ago. “Someone with some prior experience with getting fucked in a bathroom would be so hot.”
Her eyes flickered open for a second and then slowly closed again. “Fuck,” she groaned.
Zeke bent low enough to tongue her clit at the same time. “So, this someone would need to come prepared with no panties on. Quick access, you see. Those are the qualifications of the kind of buddy I’m looking for. Know anyone who might. Fit. The. Bill?” Zeke licked her hard after every word, then latched onto her clit and flicked his tongue across her quivering nubbin.
Her moan as she came on his mouth?
It crept inside him and shattered any ability he had to remain detached from their connection. The sex, the love, the perfect union they created when they were together. It rocked him to the core.
Toys were awesome and fun and sexy and he loved playing with her in any and every way, but nothing would ever replace what he did to her. There was no question at that point what turned her on, what got her off, what hurt her or loved her or claimed her.
It was all him.
Nothing else had any part in those moments.
Tension filled his balls, racing up to the top of his skull as she moaned again and reached up to the pillow below her head.
Before her orgasm crested, he pulled his finger free of her ass and rushed to get back inside her.
He wanted her ass.
Craved the tight fist-like grip of her muscles, which he had to fight to breach.
But he couldn’t wait.
Couldn’t pause to be rational about it.
All that ran through his head was Mine. Hurting her…unintentionally…did nothing for him. Positioning the weeping tip of his cock at the entrance of her sex, he shoved inside until her back arched off the bed.
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