Breaking the Chain
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As she began to take him deeper, choking slightly as she gagged on the thick length of his cock, she also began to tug gently on his balls. The sensation was one of pleasure, laced through with an almost painful pressure that edged his enjoyment and made it more intense.
"Fuck," he said hoarsely as her lips met her fingers, her hand pumping the base of his cock while the suction of her mouth dragged along the rest of his length. His hips lifted, trying to push deeper in her mouth, but he kept his hands gentle, not wanting to force her to try and take more than she could.
She tugged on his balls again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, and his hands gripped her hair tightly as liquid heat boiled. The tingling in the base of his spine pulsed as he exploded into her mouth, his cock throbbing between her lips as jets of cum shot down her throat.
The happy humming noise she made fucking undid him and he threw back his head as she drained him dry.
******
Satisfaction filled Leigh as she looked up at Jared, his hot seed spilling down her throat. The relaxed, blissed-out look on his face made her feel like she'd just conquered the world. This was what their last spanking had been missing. This was what she needed to feel totally fulfilled - knowing that she'd satisfied him.
It didn't hurt that half the spanking books she read usually had an 'oral' apology delivered following the punishment. Even though this wasn't punishment, it was definitely part of her fantasies. If she'd been wet once Jared was done swatting her butt, she was soaked now. Her thighs actually felt slick with her juices, but she hadn't wanted to reach down to touch herself.
No, she'd wanted to focus totally on him.
The last pulse of cum landed on her tongue and she sucked hard, enjoying watching his body bow in intense ecstasy. Leigh would probably have kept on suckling, but his hands were already sliding out of her hair and gripping her shoulders, pulling her up towards him. She let his cock slip from her lips as she following his tug.
"Oh!"
Instead of pulling her onto his lap, the way she'd expected him to, Leigh found herself on her back on the couch with her jeans and panties being tugged the rest of the way off. Her legs fell open and she blushed as Jared's gaze fell on her splayed, pink pussy. She preferred being shaved bare and she hadn't gotten out of the habit just because she and Michael had broken up. It was something that she did for herself, but now it made her feel especially vulnerable as Jared's expression went from satiated male to something more predatory.
"Jared- Oh!"
He practically dove into her pussy, face first, his hands spreading her thighs even wider than they had been.
"Quiet, sweetheart. Good little girls should be seen and not heard," he said, looking up at her after one long swipe of his tongue down the center of her sensitive flesh. "Unless, of course, you're screaming my name in ecstasy. Otherwise, I don't want to hear it."
Leigh bit her lip as he draped her legs over his shoulders, turning his attention back to her wet folds and the swollen button of her clitoris. Heat sizzled through her from his words. She'd always thought dirty talk would sound kind of silly, but everything Jared said just made her hotter and wetter. Maybe it was just his smooth, deep voice. Or maybe he was just really good at it.
He was also really good at eating pussy.
Receiving oral wasn't always something Leigh could really enjoy. She liked giving better than receiving, because she often felt awkward or guilty when she was the one getting all the pleasure. But right now she was so worked up that it didn't matter, or maybe having the taste of Jared's culmination on her tongue was enough to reassure her subconscious that she'd already taken care of him, or maybe he was just that good. At any rate, she knew that he wanted to get her off and her body seemed to be totally on board with that for once.
Especially when his hands slid up her stomach and pushed up her bra, giving him access to her breasts again. His dark hands covered the small mounds completely, her pale skin and pink nipples peeking out between his chocolate colored skin. It was exotically, erotically beautiful to see the contrasting colors of their skin, intimately entwined.
Long laps of his tongue up and down her pussy had her writhing. With her legs over his shoulders, her bottom was just slightly lifted off of the couch, but as she bounced sometimes her sensitive skin would come into contact with the fabric, reminding her that she'd just been spanked. It didn't hurt exactly, it just woke up the nerve endings a little more than before.
She whimpered, writhing as he teased her clit, circling it with his tongue before sliding away again. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, making her buck her hips up and down as she sought to fulfill the need pulsing through her. The pleasure was spiraling, higher and higher, and she desperately wanted to fall off the cliff but Jared kept pulling back... kept holding her down and keeping her from getting just the right pressure that she needed.
"Please Jared... please... please... I need to cum... Please Jared!" She'd never begged during sex before in her life. She'd never had to. No other man had ever taken the time to drive her to this kind of edge, to tease her to this frustrated, aching point. "Please Jared!"
When his lips finally closed around her clit, he sucked hard and Leigh screamed. The ecstasy was almost too intense, her body too needy, the sudden orgasm too shocking... her legs kicked, trying to push him away but he was far too strong, too determined. His mouth stayed latched to her flesh, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit as she thrashed against him, practically sobbing as the rapturous pleasure ripped through her.
It was the most intense orgasm of her life, and it went on and on and on...
Chapter 11
Cuddling the blissed out Leigh on his lap, Jared leaned back against the sofa. Rather than pulling his pants back up, he'd shucked them and his shirt off so that they could enjoy feeling each other skin to skin. Sure, that made his cock perk up again, but not enough to actually prod her. And he enjoyed feeling her soft skin against his even if it would mean ending the night with another hard on. He felt nearly as blissed out as Leigh seemed, even without another orgasm. The sweet taste of her cream was lingering on his lips, adding to the muzzy haze of warm gratification that was encompassing him.
They’d both taken care of each other’s sexual needs, and now both of them were satisfying each other’s intimate needs. They were wrapped around each other, Leigh's head on his shoulder, her fingers stroking his chest hair, while he had her tucked securely in his arms. Her bottom was warm against his groin, but he knew she wasn't even a little bit sore. The pink was already fading and would be completely gone by tomorrow. His fingers curved over that soft flesh, squeezing gently.
Leigh giggled.
"Something funny?" he asked, nuzzling her hair.
"I was just thinking that this wasn't exactly the spanking I thought I'd get," Leigh said, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
"You think you deserved a bad girl spanking?" He felt her shrug.
"Well, I didn't exactly have a stellar doctor's appointment."
"Yes, but as soon as you did, you took the necessary steps to help you change your ways," he reminded her. "That's something that should be rewarded."
She giggled again, shifting in his arms to tilt her head back, obviously asking for a kiss. "If you say so, Sir."
"Good girl," he said, lowering his lips to hers again.
They stayed like that on the couch, kissing, touching, cuddling, and occasionally exchanging a few words, for the next half hour... until Leigh decided she needed to leave and go back home.
Grumpily, Jared redressed. "You can just stay the night if you want."
The look she gave him, as she pulled her sweater back on, was bemused. "Maybe next time. After all, I don't want you to think I'm easy."
She giggled again as he pulled her against him, trapping her next to his body. "What's wrong with easy?"
But he took her home anyway, because they both knew that their relationship was already moving
He didn't check them while he was driving, of course. He fucking hated when people did that. Of course, he could have at a red light, but with the way his phone was going off he didn't want to look until he was at home and could take the time to find out what the fuck was going on, without having to drop his phone and start driving again.
Once he did get home and check the messages, before he even got out of the car, he ended up banging his head against the steering wheel.
******
"Hey! Is Angel still out?" Leigh asked as she took off her coat. Adam was sitting in the main floor's television room, right off the foray, watching some reality tv show about craft beer. Her lips quirked as she recognized the Esquire network. She and Angel liked to joke that Adam was probably a secret backer of the channel; it was full of shows that were practically tailored to him.
Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Adam was as relaxed as he ever was. Angel swore that he had pajama pants that he could wear, but Leigh had never seen him do so. Not even first thing in the morning. Wearing a t-shirt instead of a button-down was super casual for him.
"Yeah, I expect her home soon though," Adam said, glancing at his watch. He put his arm up along the back of the couch invitingly, creating a cuddle space at his side. Leigh immediately skipped into the room and snuggled in, pressing her cold cheeks into his warm shoulder. "So how was your night?"
"Good. Um... did Angel tell you that Jared's going to um..."
"Be acting as your Dom?" Adam asked dryly. "Yes, she mentioned it."
"Oh, that sounds so much better than 'spanking me when I'm naughty,'" Leigh said with a touch of relief. She really hadn't thought of it that way, but it was true. Adam let out a bark of laughter.
"You sure you know what you're getting into?" he asked, a little bit dubiously, his hand coming down on the top of her head to ruffle her hair. Making a face, Leigh swatted at his fingers.
"You mean with spankings? So far, so good."
"Hey, hey, keep the details to yourself," Adam protested. "I'm just saying, I know you're new to all the BDSM stuff and Jared's well... he's Jared. I won't lie, I'm still a little worried about his past with Marissa."
Well that was fair. Adam and Jared had been friends for a long time, which meant that Adam had actually witnessed all the times that Jared and Marissa had gotten back together. She looked up at the man she'd come to consider the big brother she'd never had - and always wanted - just like Angel was her sister of the heart. As an only child, she couldn't help but love the protective, worried expression on Adam's face. Despite his blonde hair and blue eyes, which meant that he looked absolutely nothing like her, he acted exactly the way she always pictured a big brother would. She smiled. He scowled.
"I'm just saying. He's been my friend for a long time, but if he hurts you, I'm gonna kick his ass. So you just let me know if he ever needs an ass kicking."
Grinning, Leigh turned towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing. "I love you, Adam."
"I love you too, honey." He hugged her back, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm just looking out for you, you know that right? Jared's a good guy, it's just..."
"Hey, he's taking a chance on me too," she said. "We've both got baggage."
The front door slammed open, making them both jump in surprise. Neither of them had heard Angel's car pulling up. Slamming the door shut behind her, Angel glanced over into the television room, where Leigh and Adam still had their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies in a kind of L shape.
"Oh. My. God. You would not believe the night I've had," she said, groaning dramatically as she came into the room, tugging her coat off and letting it drop on the floor. Adam cleared his throat. "I'll pick it up in a minute. I just need to sit down and be around normal people."
"Aw, poor baby," Leigh said crooning. She squirmed around so that she was on her back and held her now empty arms out to Angel. "Come tell us all about it."
"Or she could pick up her coat first."
"Shh, can't you see she's in distress?"
"Not distress, just... ugh." Angel crawled on top of Leigh and collapsed, resting her head on Leigh's chest. "Men are stupid."
"Thanks," Adam said, sighing, as he looked them. "You two are doing wonders for my confidence. I'm feeling more secure in this relationship than ever." Leigh tipped her head back as Angel lifted hers and they both grinned at him. He rolled his eyes and looked at Leigh. "Maybe I should have asked if Jared knows what he's getting into."
"Of course he does," Leigh said primly. "He's seen us together."
"There's seeing you two together and then there's living with you two together," Adam said with a snort. His hand slipped down the back of the couch to Angel's shoulder so that he could toy with one of the curls in her hair. "I had no idea how codependent you two were until you were both living here."
"Codependent and cuddly," Angle said, looking a bit happier. "That's us."
"Well I want to cuddle too." And with that, Adam heaved himself on top of both of them. Angel shrieked, Leigh groaned at the weight, and there was a great deal of squirming, wrestling, squealing (not that Adam would ever admit to making a noise that could be called a squeal), and shifting.
Not surprisingly, by the time they were all resettled, they were in Adam's preferred cuddle position - him on the bottom with Angel on top and Leigh curled at his side with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her to help keep her on the couch. Angel was also looking more relaxed and less wound up, which was probably Adam's true aim, Leigh figured.
"So what's going on at the house?"
"Ugh... okay, so this bitch that Sam met at a convention -" and Angel was off, telling them about some chick that Sam had met while he was in costume, who spent all weekend with him, flirted with him, let him buy her stuff, and then totally rejected him when he took her out on a date post-convention and she saw him in his real clothes. Apparently the chick had liked Sam in his Nightwing costume with his armor on, but once she'd seen the skinny, geeky real life version, she'd changed her mind. Which had Leigh just as infuriated as Angel. Okay, so Sam dressed nerd-chic, with his glasses, skinny jeans, and patterned shirts, but that was just plain shallow.
Unfortunately, Sam didn't see it that way and he was desperate to get her back. So when he'd called Angel, it hadn't been for support or sympathy; he'd called her because he wanted to try and get the bitch back and he'd wanted a makeover.
No wonder Angel had been so upset when she'd come in. She'd spent the night dealing with an upset Sam, convincing him that he didn't need the change and that the chick wasn't worth his time, while simultaneously arguing with Q and Mark's advice. The three roommates, who still hadn't replaced Angel once she'd moved out, were all very different personalities. Q had wanted Sam to change enough to let the chick see what she'd missed, Mark had been on board with Sam's plan - anything to get a date. Angel had wanted to kick all three of them.
"So how was your night?" Angel asked, her cheek resting on Adam's chest as she looked down at Leigh.
"A heck of a lot better than that, but I've been told someone doesn't want to hear the details," she teased, poking Adam in the side. He grunted.
"I don't. You two can talk about that later when I'm not around. I see enough of my friends having sex at the club, I don't need the rundown."
"So you're looking forward to watching Jared and me, you just don't want to hear about it?" Leigh asked, poking him again.
Adam pinched her arm in retaliation. Not hard, but definitely a warning. "I want to watch you and Jared about as much as I want to watch Patrick and Lexie. That is to say, I'll tolerate it."
Warmth flooded through Leigh that had nothing to do with the lingering pinkness of her butt. Adam and the other guys had watched over Lexie as a younger sister for a long time; the fact that he put her on the same level as the younger woman... well that just made her feel really damn amazing.
"I'm looking forward to watching," Angel said unabashedly. "I want to know whose cock is bigger, Jared or Patrick's."
SMACK!
******
Marissa's here and she's talking to everyone.
What's going on with you and Marissa? She's here and acting like we're friends.
Marissa just came by and talked to me for half an hour - wtf?
Marissa's being super nice to Hil and Jess all of the sudden. What's going on?
Just so you know, if that fucking cum dump comes anywhere near me to try and pretend we're all buddy-buddy, I'm going to drop kick her into next year.
Well he could always count on Olivia.
All of the text messages were like that. All eighteen of them. Apparently his friends had all left Stronghold at the same time and they'd all texted him with updates. From what he could tell, Marissa had showed up and made the rounds, taking the time to try and sweet talk everyone except Olivia. Although Olivia had obviously been watching.
Everyone was confused and suspicious. Jared got it though. Marissa hadn't given up. This was just another way she was trying to show him that she could give him what he'd always wanted. He'd always wanted to be able to have his girlfriend with him while he hung out with his friends and have everyone enjoy themselves. It was something Leigh gave him without any effort.
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