Each time, he brought the paddle down with deadly precision on my tender backside. Each time, I screamed for mercy. The sting was sharp, intense, and inescapable, but over time it began to take on layers. There was the burning pain as the paddle smacked hard against my skin, but there was something else just under the surface. At first I couldn’t describe it, but as the blows continued I noticed how the pain, begun on my backside, resolved itself between my legs. As the paddle came down the pain was slowly being replaced with an intense pleasure I had never known. Despite the sting, pleasure wrapped around me and my screams were accented with low moans of desire.
“Eight, nine, ten,” Jake counted.
I panted between strikes, my body accustomed to the rhythm he had set. I burned with want. I’d never known such raw desire in all my life.
When he had finally reached thirteen I had indeed done a lot of begging, bargaining and pleading. My ass throbbed. I could feel a trickle of moisture tickling at my thighs as it seeped from my folds. Not only had I been beaten to within an inch of my life, I had enjoyed it. I didn’t know if it had been from the beating or from the heady feel of being completely dominated by Jake. Never in my life had anyone took control of me in this manner. No man had ever done this to me before. This feeling, this submission to another, was a new sensation and far better than anything I had ever experienced.
He undid my arms one by one. When I was loosed from the ropes I collapsed into his arms, panting.
He allowed this for a few delicious moments. I took the time to gaze up into his face. He was gorgeous. His green eyes were aglow with pleasure. A thin sheen of sweat covered his face and he was smiling wickedly. All at once I was desperate for him to kiss me. I needed him to kiss me.
Seeming to sense my need, he bent and gave me a peck on the forehead then settled me onto the bed. He went around to the other side and settled himself on the edge.
I weakly stood and followed.
For a moment I wondered if my limbs would be strong enough to hold my weight. Right now they felt as strong as spaghetti noodles. But once I had my full weight on them they proved sturdy enough.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
“God help me, yes.”
“I knew you would.”
I lowered myself between his splayed thighs, breathing in the leathery scent of him and glorying in the feelings he evoked in me. The sight of him enthralled me. Then there were the tight leather pants and his cock, solid as a rock and straining against the animal skin.
I can’t explain this phenomenon, it had happened earlier this week, the irresistible need to kiss his erection. Previously I quelled the desire, tonight I didn’t. Before I thought to stop myself I was leaning forward on my knees. When I closed my lips around the material over his erect cock he sucked in a breath and stiffened.
The taste of leather filled my mouth, but instead of this being a turn off, it only heightened my arousal. I ran my tongue over the length of him, loving the way the harsh material felt against my tongue.
It only took Jake a moment to mentally shift from spanking to sexual gratification, and when he did, I knew. He gripped the back of my head tight and repositioned so his legs were spread wide around me.
“That feels good,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t have any intention of stopping. Instead, I stretched my lips wide in an attempt to wrap them around the full girth of him. I lapped at him hungrily, trying to fill my mouth with the slick material encasing him. All the while he massaged the back of my neck. When he began rolling his hips against my mouth I fought to maintain my sanity. I was engulfed in the scent of him, lost in the feel of having him all around me.
“Music,” he said a little breathlessly.
It only took him few seconds of fumbling to find the remote control on his end table. After he had it he stretched his arm and pointed the remote towards the stereo. A moment later Kim Waters’ “Never Leave Me” played from speakers hidden throughout the room. It seemed the perfect soundtrack for us.
He spread his legs wider and rocked his hips in rhythm with the music. Reaching down a moment later, he loosened his pants with one hand then pulled his engorged cock free. It bobbed in front of my face. “Suck me,” he whispered. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
An uneven sigh escaped his lips when I took him in and swallowed every inch.
I wanted to eat him alive, to fill myself with him. The head of his cock slid deep into the back of my throat then glided nearly free in rhythm with his thrusts. He leveled himself up with one hand, grabbed the back of my head with the other, and began pumping his hips against my mouth. “That feels so good,” he said again. “Fuck me, what are you doing to me?”
I nipped him gently with my teeth then wrapped my lips around his girth, running my tongue along his length. When he set his legs over my shoulders and pulled me deep into his crotch, I sensed he was near to release. A moment later he stiffened.
“Stop Stella.” He spread his legs, gripped my shoulders and forced me away from him.
“Why?”
“Get on the bed,” he said in a hoarse voice.
I guess I didn’t move fast enough. He reached down and scooped me up, rolled over with me in his arms so I was splayed beneath him on the bed.
“Check out the He-Man routine,” I said, smiling.
He settled between my thighs and grinned back at me. “Impressive, eh?”
I’d begun to say ‘very’, but the word metamorphosed into a moan of pleasure.
He eased into me with one, slow stroke.
“Oh, yeah,” lips against my cheek, his voice sounded muffled when he spoke. “This is what I want.”
He pulled back then slid inside again, the feeling so intense he had to bite his lower lip to keep it from quivering. “Feel good?” he asked, rocking his hips against mine.
In answer I wrapped my legs tight around him and pulled him close. The feel of his body atop mine, of the slick warmth of him as he glided in and out was nearly too much. I bit my own lip, gasping with every delicious thrust.
Our mating earlier tonight had been savage, carnal, but this, this was something different. Something I couldn’t quite name. It was more intimate. I felt as though he were showing me a secret side to himself, letting me know that tonight was more than sex to him.
Eyes locked to his, I could feel my body turning to liquid fire beneath his touch. I reached for him, gripped him by the shoulders and ran my tongue over the hollow of his throat. I wanted to feel him everywhere, to have the taste of him on my lips and on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“You feel so good, Stella.”
I tried to smile but couldn’t manage. “You too.”
I nipped the tender skin of his throat, swirled my tongue over his damp flesh and tasted him. He was spicy and sweet, hot and cold, and more perfect than I ever could have imagined.
He rotated his hips and plunged deeper.
“Dear God, you’re killing me Jake.”
“Baby, this is nothing.” Easing his length slowly out of me, he paused long enough to make me want to scream in frustration. When he drove into me this time, the movement was so slick and smooth, so fierce and deep, I felt it in my belly.
I screamed. My body bucked beneath him, rocked, hungry for more of the same.
And he gave it to me.
I felt his hands close over my wrists, pinning them to the bed. He reared back then drove into me hard and fast. His hair fell in a curtain around his face, shielding him from view. When he pulled back and entered me hard and fast again, I was ready for him, meeting him with a thrust of my own.
He gave his head a shake to get his hair out of his face.
“Like that, do you?”
“It feels so good.”
“I bet it does.” His grip on my wrists tightened even as he lowered himself atop me, pinning my body beneath his weight.
I let the heel of my foot graze his thigh, marveled at the thick bands of
muscle I felt. I wanted to feel all of him, to touch all of him.
“Look at me, Stella,” he said.
He was beautiful. Green eyes intent, his hair was wet and sticking to his face and his full lips were open, and they were hued a sexy cherry red.
I leaned toward him and he fell on me.
Thrusting hard, he kissed me with a hunger borne of a starving man. His tongue plundered my mouth even as his cock pummeled me into a euphoric stupor. He tasted me, nipped my lips, then sank in deep and froze.
Bright electric sparks of pleasure exploded behind my eyes. The orgasm tore through my body, making me spasm even as Jake fell atop me, groaning his own ecstasy. Wave after delicious wave rolled over me until my body felt as pliable as a bowl of Jell-O. I shuddered, moaned, nearly cried, it felt so good.
When it was over we lay still, content and thoroughly satiated as our hearts slowed and our breathing returned to normal. After a time, Jake hiked himself onto his elbows and stared down at me. “That. Was. Fucking. Amazing,” he said.
I beamed.
CHAPTER SIX
1/16/05 8:34 a.m.
I am a sexual pioneer, traversing uncharted territory with the panache of Christopher Columbus sailing into the new world. Have had the most exciting night of my life, and Jake and I have vowed to do this again…soon. I should very much feel like a sexual deviant. Instead, I feel like a sexual virtuoso.
What now? How do I follow up night of mind-numbingly great sex?
I’ll go home and languish in my tub for hours, reading Cosmo, sipping a mimosa, and living like the sexual pioneers who have gone before me. I won’t over tax myself today since had a very busy night.
My thighs are slightly sore and my insides feel like Jell-O. Overall, I feel like a conquering warrior.
Driving up Light Street toward Mount Vernon, I couldn’t help smiling goofily at myself in the mirror like a schoolgirl who just got a love note from the most popular boy in class.
Was there any man more perfect than Jake? Doubtless.
Would I do it all over again if given the choice? Hell yes!
I turned onto Charles, recalling the decadent breakfast he’d made for me this morning, and served me in bed, pancakes topped with fresh fruit, whipped cream, and strawberry syrup. Somehow most of the cream had ended up on yours truly…wonder how that happened. But Jake was very good about licking every bit of it off. Just the memory could make my toes curl. Then we put on Fox and Friends, curled up together, and made love. He rode me slow, kissed me tenderly, and murmured in my ear how beautiful I am.
Must call Ann and tell her everything.
Jake is awesome!!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
1/18/05 8:05 a.m.
Where the hell is Jake?
He wasn’t at class today. AGAIN!
I haven’t seen any news that a sexy gym owner was run over by car or Mac truck. It would be just my luck to finally meet a perfect man and have him struck by lightning.
~*~
7:54 p.m.
Peculiar. Jake didn’t call today. I’m very worried for his safety. Hope nothing bad happened to him.
~*~
1/19/05 5:53 a.m.
Can’t sleep so I’ve checked all the phones in the apartment. They seemed to be working fine. Cell phone appeared okay as well. Maybe telephone lines had went down yesterday…and cell phone towers…or maybe not. Maybe he just hasn’t called yet. Probably he’s busy. He is a business owner.
Should I call him? No, that would seem desperate. Besides, I didn’t get his home phone number. But I could get it from the gym…maybe.
Hopefully he’ll be at class today.
Can’t wait to see him.
~*~
8:07 a.m.
Where the hell is Jake!!!!
Is he avoiding me?
I shouldn’t have stayed at his house Saturday night. He must think I’m easy or that I’m a cheap whore. Must think I’m….shit! What if he thinks I’m a bad lay? What then? He seemed to enjoy himself but maybe he was acting. Why do it four times though if it was not enjoyable to him?
I hate men.
~*~
4:24 p.m.
Gerard called again today. It’s the fourth time he’s called me in three days. What the hell does he want? I’m in no mood to hear him whine incessantly about Ann while simultaneously trying to convince him that, no, I cannot convince her to give him another chance.
I’m in my own misery.
~*~
8:05 p.m.
I hate men! Men suck! Men are liars! Say they’ll call you but never do!
Have spoken with Ann who suggested we go to his apartment and relieve him of his prick. Perhaps he’ll keep promises better without it.
“They’re all assholes,” Ann advised. “It’s how they’re made.”
“But why are they so nice to begin with,” I complained into the phone. I was sitting in my bedroom in the dark, staring out my open windows at the lights of the city beyond. In the street below I could hear the clatter of people as they made their way through the streets, merrily going to covert meetings with their lovers no doubt. All this sex shouldn’t be happening when I was suffering such hell.
I considered going out tonight, but had decided against it. Ann seemed to think a night out with the girls would make me feel better, but I had my doubts. The only thing that would definitely make me feel better right now were my hands around Jake’s throat. “Why say they’ll call if all they wanted was a one-night stand?”
“They think it’s what we want to hear. I say screw ‘um. Literally and figuratively.” I sighed, but she continued. “You screw them before they can screw you.”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“Well, hon, you better become that kind of person. Nothing appeals to a man more than a woman who doesn’t want him.”
I sighed again. “Like Gerard.”
It was her turn to sigh. “No, not like Gerard. What you need is to attract a man you want.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Gerard, Ann. I don’t see why you treat him so badly.”
Ann grunted.
“You know, he’s been calling me. Did something happen between you two again?”
The line went silent for a moment. “Shit, you didn’t talk to him did you?”
“I haven’t talked with anyone.”
“It doesn’t matter. What I think—”
“Has he done something to you, Ann?”
“No.”
It wasn’t like Ann to keep secrets from me. Then again, I’d been feeling so down in the dumps lately that she wouldn’t want to burden me with her problems. “Because I’m fine, you know. If something’s wrong you can tell me.”
A long hissing sound spilled from the earpiece as Ann gave voice to her annoyance. “Gerard’s such a little shit sometimes. I wouldn’t give any credence to what he says.”
“What did he say?”
Another sigh. “He claims he’s seen Jake before, claims Jake is dating the singer of some goth-rock band.”
I closed my eyes against the barrage of emotions that threatened to engulf me. Shame, embarrassment, humiliation. How stupid could I have been to do all the things I’d done with a man I hardly knew? He’d played me like a fiddle. He had known just what to say and what to do to get me to fall into bed with him. How stupid could I possibly be?
“Stella?”
“I’m here. Who is she? What band? Is she blonde and blue-eyed?”
Ann hesitated. “Not exactly. Look, I’m not even sure Gerard knows what he’s talking about. You know how threatened he gets by other attractive men.”
“Stop blowing smoke up my ass, Ann. Tell me what he said.”
“Okay, fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She paused, seemed to consider how best to start then simply threw decorum out the window and blurted it all out. “The singer of the band isn’t a she but a he. And he isn’t a blonde but a brunette. I don’t think I should give you the name of the band
because they’ve just gotten back into town this week after some mini-European tour. Stella? You still there? Stella?”
“A man,” I squeaked. “Jake is in love with a man.” My voice was gradually becoming louder as I spoke, as well as more crazed, but I couldn’t help it. “I’ve been obsessing over a homosexual. You’re telling me Jake is gay?”
“Well, technically not gay. If he spent the night with you that would make him bi—”
I screeched into the phone. “I’ve been dumped for a man!”
Ann waited a few seconds before starting again. “Come on Stella, it was one night. Apparently he’s been seeing this guy for a while.”
“It was one amazing night.”
“What you need is to get dressed and get out of that apartment. Put on some makeup, a nice dress and meet me for drinks at The Oak Room. Once you see yourself made up, you’ll feel better. You always do. Nothing like looking good to put a smile on your face.”
“Not tonight, Ann. I’ve just found out that my lover’s in love with another man. I don’t feel up to being social just now.”
“Come on. I’ll call the girls and we’ll all meet. You need your friends more than ever right now.”
“No! I don’t want Katarina to know about this. She’ll kill me if she finds out I slept with Jake. Jake, our gay kickboxing instructor.”
“Hon, do you plan to keep going to his kickboxing class?”
I stood from my bed and went to the window to stare down at the traffic easing through the square. Everyone seemed to be having a good time tonight—but me. Wonder what Jake was doing tonight. Probably out with his goth-rock lover having sex. The bastard.
“Stella!” Ann called into the phone. “Stop thinking about him. He doesn’t deserve to have you think about him.”
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