by Tess Summers
He helped her off his lap then stood up and wrapped his arm around her, delighted when she wrapped both hers around his middle and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I know I cheated,” she giggled, as if proud of herself. “So I think you should still spend the night.”
“Was already planning on it, baby.”
Chapter Nine
Taren
They were back in her room, Taren still a little shaky from what just happened on deck, when Jacob advised, “I’ll be right back,” then slipped through the door adjoining their cabins. He returned moments later with a jar of coconut oil, two glasses, and a bottle of champagne.
“Wow, those are, um, quite the party favors you’ve got there.”
He ignored her and concentrated on opening the champagne. The cork on the bottle popped, and he poured two glasses, handing her one.
She took a sip, the bubbles tickling her tongue. It was good—probably expensive.
“Take off your clothes.”
She almost spewed champagne everywhere, but managed to choke it down before snarking, “Excuse me? You’re not even going to romance me first? Just, let’s get to it? This isn’t making me want to run away with you, ya know.”
He shot her a look.
“I was going to give you a massage, smart mouth. But I might just bend you over my knee and paint your ass red instead if you keep it up with the sass.”
That made her pussy clench. He’d never spanked her before, but the idea was erotic.
He leaned in with a chuckle. “Your nipples are hard, Tink. Does that mean you like that idea?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered with her lips against the glass as she tried to visualize it. “I’ve never been spanked before. Not even when I was a little girl.”
“Well, keep being a brat, little one, and there will be a first time for everything.”
This was a new side to Jacob. He’d always been in charge, but this was next level. She kind of liked it, until she realized he’d probably acquired this new taste with someone else.
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to play your spanking fantasies out with your other girlfriends when we get back.”
The angry look he gave her made her heart lodge in her throat, and she swallowed hard when he barked, “Clothes. Off. Now!”
She scrambled to do what he ordered while he made a show of removing his belt from his pants. Her dress was off, and he was sitting on the bed watching her try to remove her bra with trembling fingers.
“Come here,” he ordered in a softer tone.
Taren stood before him, and he turned her around to unclasp her bra, gently pulling it from her body, then turned her back around. She was completely naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. And a little bit scared.
Jacob grabbed her wrist and tugged her into his lap.
“Other than you, I have not had a girlfriend in the last twenty years. You’re the only woman I fantasize about. I’m not going to tell you I’ve been living like a monk, because I promised I wouldn’t lie to you, but it never meant anything to me. Sex with you means something—even when it’s dirty and taboo. Maybe especially when it’s dirty and taboo. Don’t think for a second that I’m ever going to be with another woman now that you’re back in my life, and definitely don’t suggest it.” He paused and raised an eyebrow. “Unless you were trying to get spanked?”
“No, I wasn’t trying to get spanked,” she retorted defiantly. “How was I supposed to know you don’t have other girlfriends?”
A low growl escaped his throat. “You really do want to be bent over my knee, don’t you? You honestly think I would try to get you back while having another girlfriend?”
“I don’t know, Jake. Maybe? It’s not like I really know you.”
She was deliberately pushing him now. Part of her wanted to see if he’d really go through with putting her over his knee, and part of her wanted to see how far she could push.
Apparently, not very far.
“Wrong answer,” he snarled and lifted her off his lap, then patted it. “Ass up.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He didn’t reply, just glared at her in warning.
“I changed my mind,” she pouted as she bent over his lap. “I don’t think you should spend the night.”
“Too bad,” he responded, dismissing her. “I suggest you stop talking or your punishment is just going to get worse.”
He rubbed her ass, and she felt a sudden sense of panic and decided to try one last approach. Running her hand over his thigh, she wiggled her ass suggestively as she slid off his lap onto her knees, murmuring, “I’m sorry.” She began to mouth his cock over his pants and looked up at him demurely. “Can’t we just skip the spanking? Surely there’s another way I can show you how sorry I am.”
He didn’t respond, just sat watching her, so she began to undo his pants. He subtly lifted his hips as she began tugging them and his boxer briefs down his thighs until his cock sprang free.
“I know I was a naughty girl,” she said as she looked up at him while stroking his cock. “So bad”—then swirled her tongue around his tip before rubbing his shaft against her cheek—“I know I still need to be punished. Can’t you think of some other way?”
“You dirty little slut,” he snarled, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back so she was forced to look at him. “You want me to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours as punishment instead, baby?”
“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered. “Please, Jake. Fuck my face.”
He released her hair as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, muttering, “Fuuuuck!”
Exactly the effect she wanted to have on him.
He traced her lips with the tip of his cock, smearing the precum around like lipstick.
“This is the only time your ploy will work, little one. Next time, you’re getting spanked.”
She furrowed her brow. “What if I don’t want to be spanked? Ever.”
He smirked. “Okay, then we’ll have to think of some other way to punish your ass. I have a few ideas.” His expression turned serious. “Do you really not want to be spanked?”
She swirled her tongue around his helmet and looked up at him with a coy smile. “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to know I have a say.”
“You’ll always have a say.”
“Well, I say you should punish my mouth with your cock.”
****
Jacob
When did his sweet Tinkerbell turn into such a vixen? He fucking loved it.
Although he wasn’t wild about the idea of her doing this with anyone else. However, simply based on six of his last seven years, it was probably better if he didn’t ask. This last year he’d been celibate; ever since the day he thought there was a chance that maybe, someday soon, she’d be back in his life.
As she deep throated his cock, he closed his eyes with a smug smile. That someday was now. And it was fucking glorious.
Now, he had a punishment to mete out that she was begging for, and he was more than happy to oblige. The fact that he was the one who was actually supposed to be serving a penance was not lost on him.
He grabbed her hair and began to maneuver her mouth, pushing her deep until her nose touched his groin, and he held her there.
“Mmm, that’s right. Swallow that cock.”
He pulled her off, and she gasped for air. A string of spit ran from her mouth to his cock and her mascara was smeared from her watery eyes.
“You were a bad girl,” he said through gritted teeth as he held her head in place by her hair and began to fuck her face.
“So bad,” she panted when he pulled out to let her breathe again. She looked up at him, her face and hair a complete mess now, and said in a small voice, “I need to be punished.”
That is so fucking hot.
They’d never done a scene before. Maybe the make-believe at dinner was the catalyst. If so, they were definitely doing more of that.
“Come here,�
� he groused and bent down to pick her up then tossed her on her stomach onto the bed.
He opened the jar of coconut oil and began to lube up his cock.
“I want to fuck that luscious ass of yours, Tink. Say no right now if you don’t want me to.”
Silence.
He spread her ass apart and dribbled some of the oil between the crack and around her star, then began probing with his finger.
“Has anyone ever fucked this delicious hole before, little one?” he asked as he breached her ring with his index finger.
“No, Sir.”
Sir.
Huh, that was unexpected. And erotic as fuck. He liked the sound of it.
He dripped a little more oil down her crack, watching as it pooled at his finger, then slid a second digit in, and felt her tighten in fear.
His other hand went to her clit, and he began to rub it in circles.
“Just relax, baby. I’m just getting your ass ready so I can fuck it with my cock.”
“Ohhhh,” she moaned softly and lifted her ass slightly.
That’s my girl.
“You want to be a good girl and let me fuck your sweet ass, don’t you, baby?”
“Ye—yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her voice muffled due to her face being buried in the pillow.
Her hands were clenching the sheets, her perfect ass glistening and raised in the air as he probed her with two fingers and played with her clit. It was nirvana.
His cock was leaking badly with want.
“That’s my little slut,” he murmured as removed his hand and lined his dick up with her ass. “Take a deep breath in, baby.”
She did as he instructed and as she exhaled, he breached her ring with his cock, and she tensed up again.
“Relax, Tink,” he soothed.
Even as she relaxed, she was so fucking tight, he was having a hard time moving his cock. He poured more oil down her crack and onto his dick, then proceeded to thrust slowly, letting her get used to the intrusion.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Let me in.”
Her body softened even more, and he was able to fuck her deeper.
“You are such a good slut, letting me fuck your ass like this. Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
There was that Sir again.
He began to fuck her faster, grunting as he slammed his cock inside her.
“That’s it. Take it. Take it all. Fuck, yeah.”
She was moaning softly with her back arched just right. She was perfect.
“I’m going to come in your ass, baby,” he panted, his fingers digging into her hips as held her. “Get ready…”
With a roar, he released his seed inside her. He held her tight against his hips until he finished spurting, not letting go until he’d spilled every drop. He was seeing stars, his orgasm had been so intense, and he blindly rubbed wide circles on her back until he regained his vision.
“You okay?” Jacob whispered as he slowly pulled his cock out and spread her ass cheeks to admire the cum seeping from her little star.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered. “I think my bottom is going to be sore for a week though.”
He chuckled and began to explore her wet folds until he found her clit again.
“Poor thing,” he murmured. “You took my cock in your ass like such a good girl, I think you should be rewarded.”
He slid a finger inside her pussy as he continued to play with her clit. “Would you like that, baby? Do you want me to play with your cunt until you come for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted. “I love when you make me come, Sir.”
Damn! She was a natural at this.
He took his time manipulating her clit, letting her climax build slowly while leisurely continuing to finger her.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he peered down at her gleaming pussy. “Look how wet you are. You like me finger fucking you, don’t you, dirty girl?”
Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and he knew she was on the edge.
“I love it so much,” she whimpered.
Jacob, still not in a hurry to have her come, picked up the pace, but only slightly.
Taren arched her back and widened her legs.
“Mmm, that’s it. Spread those beautiful cunt lips open for me.”
She was moaning louder, letting out mewls of desire.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“Please. Please make me come.”
With a grin, he added a second finger and started polishing her little pearl faster, and was rewarded instantly when she began to buck against his hand.
“That’s it, come all over my fingers,” he commanded.
She dropped her chest to the bed and began to shudder and thrash.
“Oh my god, yes!” she cried out as she continued spasming.
It was fucking sexy and his cock went from semi to hard again. He’d never be satisfied when it came to her.
She was now lying completely flat on the bed without even using a pillow, her hair sticking to her face and mascara streaked down her cheeks. She was a beautiful mess. And it was because of him.
Jacob got up and returned with a warm washcloth and gently tended to her pussy then her ass. Then he began to firmly rub her shoulders.
“Oh my god, Jake, that feels so good,” she moaned into the bedspread.
No more Sir. He was Jake again. And he was perfectly happy about that.
In a matter of minutes, her breathing was rhythmic, letting him know she was asleep. He returned to his cabin and turned down the bed, then walked back in and scooped her up—carrying her to his room.
She woke up and rubbed her eyes, looking around confused as he deposited her on his bed.
“We got your bed pretty dirty. Let’s sleep in a clean one.”
“Mmmkay,” she mumbled as she turned over and hugged her pillow.
He sat watching her for a long time, hardly believing she was here. But she was, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it that way. He couldn’t lose her again.
Normally, Jacob only slept a few hours a night before getting up and working. That night, after seven long years, she was finally in his arms as he fell asleep, and for the first time in a long time, he slept until morning.
Chapter Ten
Taren
She woke with a smile—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that, and felt for him; fully expecting him not to be next to her. He’d always been an early riser.
The dirty things they’d done came flooding back to her, and her cheeks burned at the memory of how wanton and slutty she’d been. The things he’d said to her. The things she’d said to him. And the things he’d done to her. All those naughty, delicious things.
Her tender butt was another reminder. She’d lost her anal virginity last night, and she’d squirted—all in the same night. Then called him Sir! She’d been so turned on when he called her his slut, and said he was playing with her cunt. Then he held her tenderly all night long.
Taren realized there wasn’t another man alive she could have done those things with. She would have been too ashamed, too uncomfortable. But not with Jake. She could just be when she was with him—whether she was feeling feisty, grumpy, slutty, happy… he loved all of her.
Her Jake….
Jake, the secret agent.
She sat up suddenly when the memory of what he’d told her at dinner surged to the forefront of her mind. Looking around, she pulled the covers to her chest, not sure what she was expecting to find. His room looked exactly like hers, except he hadn’t unpacked, and his luggage was sitting open on the suitcase stand. The battered, brown leather attaché case he always traveled with was in the corner on the floor.
She heard his voice coming from the balcony and tiptoed closer to listen.
“Everything has been taken care of.” Pause. “No, unfortunately I’m not seeing to this personally, I’ve got another comm
itment.” Pause. “Well, I’m sorry, this one takes precedence. The best men in the business are there to help handle the situation. You’ll be fine without me.”
She was more important than whatever the person on the other end was talking about. She took precedence.
Jacob sighed loudly. “Fine. I’ll be in Ensenada tomorrow. I can meet you then and go over the details there.” Pause. “No, I can’t be there sooner than that. I’m out of the country at the moment.” Pause. “None of your goddamn business, Mason. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She heard a muffled thud like he’d thrown the phone onto a seat cushion, and he muttered a few expletives.
“That goddamn kid is going to be the death of me.”
Kid? Does Jake have a kid?
****
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted her with a big smile and closed his laptop when she walked onto the balcony clad only in the button-down shirt he’d worn to dinner last night. “How did you sleep?”
“Much better than the night before.”
Reaching for her wrist, he tugged her into his lap. “How’s the bum?” he asked with his chin on her shoulder.
“Tender.”
He reached between her legs and began to caress her inner thighs, then ran his fingertip up her slit.
“How’s my pussy?”
“Your pussy?”
“Taren,” he warned. “Do you need a reminder about who this pussy belongs to?”
“No, I don’t,” she snapped.
That caused him to draw his hand from between her legs and wrap both around her shoulders to turn her to face him.
“What’s going on?”
“Not disclosing something is the same as lying, you know.”
He furrowed his brow as he cocked his head.
“What haven’t I disclosed? I mean, I’m sure there’s lots of things I haven’t told you about, but it’s not because I’m hiding anything—I just haven’t gotten around to telling you about it. It hasn’t even been forty-eight hours, baby. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
“This is something that’s pretty big. You should have told me.”
He looked toward the sky for a moment, like he was requesting patience from above.
“Tinkerbell, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. What haven’t I told you?”
