by Blue, Gia
“Sorry won’t cut it.” Smack, smack, smack. “You doubted me and I don’t like that. I’m faithful to you, Jessica. I always have been and always will.” Smack, smack, smack.
I heave and his words echo in my brain, pound around. The more he spanks me, the wetter I become and the last three leave me on the edge of coming.
It’s been growing with each touch of his skin on mine, the throbs of need and pain twining together until I can’t tell one from the other. The slide of my bra against my nipples is grating, rough and I just want to rip my clothes off until there’s nothing between me and the pure air.
I squirm, wiggle and rub my thighs together in an effort to find relief. My ass burns and my cunt aches for Mr. Parker’s cock. I want to be filled, shoved open by his thick cock.
He’s given me the ten he promised, but I’m not there yet, not quite ready to scream in pleasure. I swing my ass back and forth, sigh when he gives me yet another spank.
This time, his fingers linger, slide along the crack of my ass and teases my wet hole.
He’s got two hands and uses them, continues to tease me while raining additional blows.
And that’s what does it. Those last two strikes send me over the edge, pussy contracting on air and my voice echoing within the clearing while I come, his name on my lips.
I see fireworks, bright white stars behind my eyelids while the pleasure overtakes my prone form, nerves dancing and singing, rolling in the sweet, sweet pleasure. My body twitches, squirms and tightens involuntarily.
Breathing heavily, the unforgiving rapture fades and tosses me back to earth, my body quivering and helpless and left with an even greater longing. I sob, the pain and pleasure are so exquisite together.
Hearing my whimper, his touch gentles immediately. “Oh, baby. Did I spank you too hard?” Mr. Dominant is gone and is replaced by the sweet Mr. Parker I know. Too bad. I kinda like the wicked, evil side of him.
I close my eyes, twitch beneath his soft touches and I flinch when I feel a tender kiss on my well-punished flesh. It soothes, yet arouses me.
I moan.
He trails more feather-light kisses over my stinging flesh and each time, a jolt of paralyzing pleasure shoots along my spine, my pussy clenches and I cream again.
“Baby, do you realize the position you put me in?” He sounds so tormented and it shocks me. I’ve never heard him sounding so miserable before. “He’s my best friend. Every time I look at him, guilt gnaws at me. When I got shot, he carried me through five miles of desert. He saved my life and this is how I’m repaying him. I skulk behind his back and make love to his daughter. I should just stab him in the heart.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about my father. Now it is me overtaken by guilt. I’m the one who seduced him, who waited until he was divorced and lured him into my bed.
I had been determined to have him before starting college… but I hadn’t expected it to turn into more. Now that I have him, I don’t want to let him go. I think I’d go crazy without him in my life.
“I love you,” I blurt it without thinking. “Are you leaving me?”
He makes a hoarse, tortured noise in his throat. “Never, baby, never.”
I sniffle. “I’ll graduate in a few years and we can…” I leave the words hanging. They linger between us. What do I want to happen when I graduate? I’m only nineteen. It’s too early to think about marriage, but I know I want to be with him in the long run. Besides, he’s mentioned a quickie wedding in Vegas…
I roll and our gazes meet. He reaches for me, presses a hard kiss to my mouth and I savor it… slowly, hungrily, ravenously.
“Jessica…” he breathes out.
“I’m sorry, Joe. I crashed the weekend because I wanted to spend time with you,” I confess. “I haven’t seen you in two months. You don’t know how hard it is—”
He silences my apology with another starving kiss and I close my eyes. Maybe he doesn’t need to hear it. Maybe he carries the burden harder than I. I don’t feel guilty about sneaking behind my parent’s back, or like I’m betraying my best friend. Whoever I invite to my bed is my own choice. Besides, Mr. Parker is a good man and my parents know him.
“Baby,” he whispers. “Believe me, I know.”
“Joe…” I crane my neck, search for his lips. He gives me what I want, slips his tongue deep into my mouth. He touches and strokes me, kneads the heated skin of my ass. Heat pools in my pussy and I’m feeling ravenous yet again. I need more, need his cock in my cunt. I want him to fuck me and I writhe against him, the ties digging into my skin and chafing the delicate tissues.
Mr. Parker groans in sympathy and the knife flashes in his hand. I’m cut loose, legs and wrists free. I sigh in relief. I shift as if to rise, but Mr. Parker puts a hand on my stomach, pushes me back down to the forest floor.
“Stay still.” His rough hands stroke over the thin fabric of my shirt and his touch drifts down to trace the wet seam of my labia as if to test my readiness. I’m hindered by my jeans, but he can tell I’m beyond ready. My pussy, wet from his spanking, clenches from his touch.
He slips a finger into my opening and I moan. Another and I cry out at his intrusion, the pads of his digits stroking my inner walls, oiling me with my own dripping juices.
Oh, man. Yes. That feels so good. “More,” I moan.
“Three?”
“Three.”
Mr. Parker slides another into my stretched opening and a quiver steals through me. I love the way he touches me, gentle, not too hard yet not too tame. Just perfect.
I moan louder.
He pushes even deeper until his knuckles are pressed against my opening. I mumble and sigh, wiggle and writhe against his invasion. My pussy is slick with my cream and is doing its best to grip his fingers, hold him inside me.
Then, Mr. Parker curves his fingers, rubs my G-spot he’s come to know too well. I moan again, tension building inside me with every shift of his digits in my cunt.
I claw the ground, blanket barely protecting me from the pebbles and dirt.
It’s good and hot and bad and oh, so dirty. I’m near naked in the outdoors, pussy displayed and my lover has his fingers buried inside my cunt.
“Mr. Parker…”
And he knows what I want.
“Dirty little Jess. Have you been punished enough? Should I let you come on my hand?”
I writhe, legs spread wide. I want to rise to my knees and bend over for him, give him greater access to my wetness. He presses deeper, stretches me even further and I gasp, push back and beg for more.
Illicit thrills dance along my spine like thunderous lightning. He pushes forward and retreats, quickening his intrusion with every thrust.
I want it, need to come on his hands while he holds me in his palm. His gentle demeanor warring with his rough treatment of my cunt.
“Mr. Parker… So bad. Your whore.”
“You are my whore, aren’t you? You don’t ever spread your legs for anyone else though, do you?” A sharp slap lands at the top of my pussy and I tremble, silently beg for another. “Do you?”
I shake my head. No. Never. Wouldn’t hand this pussy over to anyone else.
“Good girl. Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
This time I nod, the words not coming to my throat.
Another strike lands and that’s enough to propel me over the edge. I scream and cry, sob while the pleasure overtakes me, pours through my veins like molten lava and snatches away whatever control that remained.
“Joe…” I sob. “Fuck me.”
His hand continues to move, draws out the feelings of ecstasy and my heat continues to clench and milk him, as if asking for a bit more.
“You want more?”
“No, your cock.” I snarl. He damn well knows what I want. He does like to tease, though.
“Mm.” Mr. Parker slides his fingers free of my pussy and licks them, savors my juices. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I beg.
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sp; “Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.” Then, I add hastily. “Sir.”
He purrs, flips me and crawls over my prone body. “Maybe.”
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my sensitive pussy lips, causes a shiver of lust to shoot deep into my belly. His hot breath sears my wet cunt and I can’t breathe. His tongue circles my clit, the loving licks scorch me as if his tongue is pure flame.
What he’s doing, the way he touches and stokes me, almost makes me come. His tongue is evil. Wicked. God, how I love it. One time, instead of giving me his dick like I begged, he merely lapped at me all night long. I forget how many times I came all over his tongue.
Mr. Parker grunts and his tongue spears my slit. Sinful sensations dance like a prima ballerina throughout my body. I’m so close, yet not, and this state of arousal is overwhelming. “Joe!”
He chuckles against me and then licks me in rapid strokes, yanking a mewl from deep within my chest. Delicious, pure sensation engulfs me, the pleasure unbelievable and fucking wicked.
“Joe!”
“Say please.”
I swallow. “Pretty please?”
“Mm… my girl.”
He puts me into the position he desires, flips me over to my hands and knees with my ass turned toward him just so. I hear fabric ruffling, a zipper being lowered and a second later, the tip of a hard cock is poised at my entrance.
The ache in my pussy intensifies and I whine, anxious to be filled by him.
Inch by inch, he enters me and I close my eyes, focus on the overwhelming sensations. It’s like his thrust goes on and on and he doesn’t stop until his balls press against my needy clit. God. From this position, it feels like his cock has pushed through to my stomach.
With ease, he retreats and then gives me a leisurely thrust, deepening my pleasure, stringing it along. Long, lazy strokes torment me and I bite my lip, purposefully tighten my cunt. He curses as I massage his hard shaft with my wet pussy.
He smacks my ass and digs his fingers into my hips, grips me hard.
Oh, yes.
My heart thrums a wild tattoo as he fucks me in earnest now, short, rapid thrusts that rekindle my arousal and send me inching toward yet another orgasm. The slap of his balls against my clit has me panting and mewling, pleasure riding through my body. I gasp and shudder, pussy spasming around him and the pleasure in my veins thickens. His shaft grinds against the walls of my cunt. Scorching. Fuckalicious. Waves of heat roll through me and I can feel my orgasm approaching.
So fucking close…
And just before it’s there, before it can overtake me, he yanks his hard shaft from my pussy.
“Joe!”
He laughs, the bastard.
I look over my shoulder, watch him shimmy his jeans down, his hard cock bobbing and coated with my juices, and then he lowers himself to the ground beside me.
“Come here.” He motions me closer. “Ride me, baby girl. I want to suck these pretty titties while you fuck yourself on my dick.”
Okay, he’s forgiven.
He doesn’t need to twist my arm to do as he asks. I roll to my feet, chuck my sneakers and strip from the waist down. My top and bra soon follow, leaving me completely nude and exposed in the forest.
In moments, I’m over him, knees on either side of his hips. Mr. Parker grabs my waist and sheaths himself in my heat in one, smooth thrust.
I keen, throw my head back and scream into the sky. God, he gets me every time. I know I say it every time we’re together, but it’s always true. The sensation of being filled beyond rational thought and I love it so much. I tremble when he grinds his shaft into me to the root, searching out deeper penetration. His pubic hair grazes my aching clit.
He puts a hand behind me, shoves my chest forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucks me deep and nibbles the flesh. My spine creaks as I throw my head back, revel in the sensations. I love it when he does this and shimmering heat shoots straight to my overheated sex. I mewl like a kitten and Mr. Parker groans in response.
I know he loves to hear my responses to him, gets off on my sounds. He lifts my hips just enough that he can shove his dick in and out of my sensitive hole, fucks me with quick, precise strokes that make me grow wetter. The lewd, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me sound obscene in this perfect setting.
I arch my back, press my breast into his mouth and make my demands. “Yes, yes, harder!” I’m not above begging.
“Fuck.” He’s gasping, breathing like a freight train and fierce concentration written across his features.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Each word is accompanied by a deep thrust of his cock. “Fuck me, harder Mr. Parker.”
“Take it, come on that dick, Jess. Show me you want it.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god… My clit is throbbing, aching and demanding release, pussy spasming around his cock and between one breath and the next, a violent orgasm seizes me. I clench his shaft, scream his name and still he doesn’t stop.
He plunders my cunt, fucking me and fucking me until a second orgasm zaps through me with blinding force. I shout again, not moving, just taking whatever he gives me. I get five, no six, more fierce slams before he surrenders and comes deep within my heat, pumps me full of his seed.
He twitches, cock throbbing inside me, while we both come down from our orgasms. I collapse on his chest feeling oh so tired and sleepy. Mr. Parker strokes my hair, tells me I’m his girl, his baby, I’m perfect and wonderful and…
And he’s no longer shy about expressing his feelings toward me. This is the first time he’s opened up, the first time I feel like I’m getting to see what’s in his heart.
No more introverted Joseph Parker.
I grab his face, give him an open-mouthed kiss, and he returns my passion until I feel like I’m going to faint. I tear my lips from his and gasp for air.
“Baby,” he exhales and nuzzles my neck.
“I think we should stop.”
“Yes, I agree.” He keeps peppering me with tender kisses.
I giggle, tilt my head and give him more room. “I don’t wanna…”
“Me either.” He pauses and swallows. “But we should.”
With a groan, we disengage, his semi-hard cock slipping from my pussy. I snatch my panties and tug them on, quickly follow them with my jeans and sneakers, bra and top completing my outfit.
Mr. Parker dresses, his eyes never seeming to leave my body. Then he hands me a wet napkin to get rid of any remaining traces of our sexual escapades.
“You think Brandon’s up yet?”
He shrugs. “Probably. Maybe.”
“What did you do to him, big bad commando man?” I don’t know his “real” title, but I don’t think I want to know either.
He closes the distance between us and brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “It didn’t kill him. That’s all you need to worry about, baby.”
“Do you think he knows it was you?”
Mr. Parker rolls his eyes. “I’m good at my job, baby.”
“You get me kinda hot when you go all soldier-y. I like it when you’re being sneaky.”
He raises a single brow. “I wouldn’t have had to go all ‘soldier-y’ if you hadn’t started all of this.”
I whisper against his lips. “I love you.”
Mr. Parker stares at me a moment, and I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m surprised when he lunges and kisses me, half desperate and full of passion. “Baby, you can’t even begin to imagine what I feel for you.”
Wow. I mean, we’d said “I love you”, but the fierceness and intensity in his gaze is startling. I never should have doubted his feelings. Ever. Now, I regret the childish stunt I’d pulled.
He snags my fingers and tugs me toward the nearby trail. “Come on, let’s go see Brandon.”
“What are we going to tell him?”
Mr. Parker flashes me a grin. “Get creative, baby. You’re the devious one in this relationship. If it were up to me, I’d just te
ll him the truth.”
Crap.
SUNDAY
I’m sitting by the window in my room, watching the gentle rain patter on my window panes. A storm has been hovering since morning, leaving everything wet, gloomy and depressing. Dad’s plans to go hunting today have been cancelled and after dinner he and Mr. Parker went to hang out in the garage, drinking beer. Mom is curled by the fireplace with a book, drinking a bit of wine.
Carolyn and Brandon have already headed home.
Yesterday, after we cleaned up from our rabid fuckaroo, we’d trekked back to where we left Brandon and, to my surprise, he was still unconscious. I’d stared at him, worried Joe had accidentally injured him during his ninja game. But, within moments he came around and I was relieved he was okay. Once he was standing, I told him he’d suddenly passed out and I had gone searching for my dad, but found Mr. Parker instead. Brandon claimed he didn’t remember anything, one second he had stepped over a tree root and a heartbeat later, he was staring at us from the ground.
I was relieved and Brandon didn’t seem to suspect a thing.
When we got back to the cabin, Carolyn had already packed and left, leaving instructions for Brandon to hop in his car and do the same when he was ready. Since Brandon still felt a little weak, my mom made him lunch and Mr. Parker drove him to the Somersby’s cabin, stating it was no trouble for Joe to hoof it back.
The atmosphere in the cabin had changed overnight, silence filled with an unspoken awkwardness.
Mom told me Carolyn had been mortified and hightailed it the moment she could.
I spent Sunday morning and right through dinner in my room, Skype-ing with Jolene. My roommate told me she had two guys over on Saturday night, and they played a big game of hide the salami until morning.
Usually, I peppered her for details, but I wasn’t in the mood.
A lot was weighing on my mind. All of it concerned Mr. Parker and our relationship.
I’m a nineteen-year-old sophomore at Brown and my secret lover is three years younger than my father, my dad’s best friend and a military-trained, super bad ass ninja guy.
