All Mine

by Jesse Joren

  I studied you as I slid off my belt. The sexy boots rested on the floor, your thighs taut but unmoving. My balls remained on high alert.

  "I don’t know, Jenna. Now that I think about it, I might have to take more precautions and tie down those pretty legs." I headed to the closet.

  "Looks like hubby collects silk ties," I called into the bedroom. "I like them, too. We share a lot of the same tastes, huh?" I glanced at the monogram on the best ones.

  "No one could steal these, for sure. His monograms all over them. Pretentious fucker."

  "I won't kick you!" you promised feverishly. "I’ll be good! Please don’t tie my legs. Please." I could almost see your hands working the sash even as you said it.

  "I’m afraid I don’t trust you, Jenna. But I’ll let you pick the colors you want me to use to tie you down. What do you say? "

  Silence came from the bedroom.

  Grinning, I made my selection from the best of a pretty good lot. I held them up for your approval when I came back to you.

  "Looks like Holl. Nice stuff. Christmas gifts from you, Jenna?"

  Reluctance was in your voice. "No. He orders them from Italy."

  "Pretentious fucker," I said again.

  Each ankle received a loop of expensive silk. Maroon for left, navy for right. Each loose end went around a bedpost. I did it nice and slow, enjoying the way that wide V sexily opened up again between your legs.

  Your feet were on the ground, but your legs were open about as far as I thought they could go without giving you a cramp. Over your head, the sash still held your arms to the headboard. The bindings left you stretched taut on the bed, the long muscles of your arms and legs pulled into gentle relief.

  The angle of your arms arched your back a little, pushing your breasts up nicely on show. The dark red of the quilt was a perfect foil to your wild dark hair, the creamy nakedness of your body. I walked around the bed with no hurry, enjoying you from every angle.

  "You look like a sacrificial virgin, Jenna," I said, "except for those ‘fuck me’ boots."

  I kicked off my own boots, then hooked my thumbs into the waist of my jeans, shedding them in one swift motion. No undies. Death was more of an au naturelle sort.

  Standing between your stretched thighs, my hardness throbbed as it pressed against my lower belly, leaving glistening evidence of my prolonged excitement. "See what you do to me? That’s all for you, Jenna, and no one else." I brushed the head of my cock against the inside of your thigh. Then I barely touched the wetness of your tight little mound, which had to be aching from the way I’d teased you. "If you can be a little nicer to me, it might be fun for you, too."

  A thought came to me. I reached into the foolish, grinning pumpkin and came up with one of the Atomic Fireballs I’d taken when you offered me the candy. I unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth, waiting as the cinnamon heat warmed my tongue. I was betting it could warm up a couple of other places, too.

  "Let’s try this again," I suggested. I knelt down between your spread thighs, blowing softly on the inviting divide between them. I pried open your swollen lips, exposing the darker, deeper pink.

  Lapping you with the flat of my tongue did more than just tease you this time. It also spread the hot, melting candy juice over the sensitive flesh. Your hips strained under my mouth as the heat took effect.

  "I told you this was a hot little hole," I teased, blowing again on the flesh that was becoming inflamed in front of my eyes. There was a good chunk of the candy left in my mouth. I used the tip of my tongue to work it up inside of your tight, swollen opening.

  You tensed with a sudden moan, and my own flesh throbbed as I imagined how that most sensitive part of your body was reacting to the heat.

  I pulled myself up onto the bed with you, sandwiching myself between your thighs. You were trembling all over. Your face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat jeweled your forehead. I blew against your neck, following up with a kiss.

  "Little warm in here now, isn’t it?" I unwrapped another of the hot candies, pressing it against your full, trembling lips.

  "Your turn, Jenna. Suck on this, like a good little girl. I want your mouth nice and warm so you can put something of mine in there."

  A strangled groan escaped you, but you opened your mouth to accept the candy. I held it, letting you lick. The soft, swirling dance of your tongue was hypnotic, a complement to the rocking of your hips I felt below.

  "That’s really good, Jenna," I whispered against your ear. "God, you are so beautiful like this, so ready to be used. Does Alex tie you up and make you fuck him, just to keep it interesting?"

  You tried half-heartedly to pull away from me within the bit of wiggle room the ties allowed. I twisted my finger around the hoop in your ear, holding you. "Answer me," I said.

  "No, he doesn’t. And if you were a real man, you wouldn’t have to force someone like this."

  I laughed and kissed your ear. "Sweetheart, if I force you any more, I’m going to be able to surf out of here from all that juice you’re churning out."

  To make my point, I dipped my free hand down and came up with cinnamon-scented Jenna juice, licking it off my palm. Your eyes watched my tongue as I licked myself clean. I was sorry when it was gone, but I knew where I could get more.

  The hot red coating was nearly gone from the Fireball as I held at your lips, smearing them a brighter red. Then down to your nipples, rubbing the hard little pink ball against them, soaking them in heat.

  "See how nice I am to you?" I asked. "I thought about putting that one up your ass. I won’t unless you misbehave. You won’t, will you?"

  "No," you said quickly. You had a vivid idea of how that would feel, and how long it would last. Soaking in a tub wouldn’t solve your problems back there, either.

  "That’s a good girl. I knew you could play nice."

  I popped the rest of the Fireball into my mouth, crunching it as I stood and moved to the head of the bed. I rejoined you on it, this time straddling your bound arms. My hardness swayed only a few inches from your mouth.

  I reached down to tilt your chin up, the angle stretching your throat in a way that made my head spin. I’d imagined you like this for so long, and now it was real. Looking down into your upturned face, I saw tears in your eyes. That made me pause.

  "What’s the matter, baby?" I asked, stroking the dark waves of your hair. "In three years, you know you gave Alex head more than a few times."

  You nodded, tears escaping down your cheek.

  "Not like this. Not tied and…like this. I’m really scared that I can’t breathe. Please don’t hurt me."

  That soft, little-girl voice was as sexy as it was unfeigned.

  "Shhh," I soothed. "I won’t be too mean. And I promise you that no man will ever want you more than I do right now."

  My sticky, smooth head slid over your lips, feeling their soft heat. I smiled down at you, tracing the high curve of your cheekbones.

  "Part of you is the good little wife, but part of you needs to be a whore. Your upstanding husband may not be willing to treat you that way, but I am. And I know how to do it right."

  I rubbed myself over your lips again, feeling the immediate heat from the candy’s coating.

  "My job is to make sure you can breathe. Your job is to suck my cock like your life depends on it. Any little hint of biting, and I'm going to fuck you with the handle of that pretty hairbrush. Got it?"

  You nodded. I was taking a risk. Even on Halloween, I didn’t think I could explain a bitten-off cock in the ER.

  Slowly I slid into you, groaning to finally have some relief for my aching cock. Your tongue was soft and small, allowing me to use your mouth as I pleased. You were right to be worried about breathing. I had all the control.

  I found that I liked that. A lot.

  "What a good little cocksucker you are," I sighed. "Don't stop."

  I bent over and began licking the cinnamon from your nipples as my hardness throbbed in your mouth. I pressed your tits

together, bringing both nipples within easy reach of my mouth again, flicking them back and forth, working them hard.

  Your lips closed on my cock, actual sucking and licking instead of passive endurance. I took a spicy nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging. There was an answering moan down below, the sensation of a warm, willing tongue massaging my heat.

  My hardness plunged more deeply into your mouth. The candy was starting to work on my inflamed flesh, making it tingle. I could only imagine what you felt between your legs after the dose I’d given you.

  I came back up on my knees, cupping your face in my hands. The sight of my hardness half-buried between your bright, candy-smeared lips was almost more than I could stand.

  "Relax, Jenna. Open up more. Let me in deep."

  That was all I could manage to say, then I was starting to push into you. Your body tensed under me, and I sensed your fear as I went too far, making you gag around me. In your tied and vulnerable position, I had total power over you.

  It took a few ragged breaths to regain my control. When I had it, I started to slowly invade your mouth again. You were learning, your desire and greed overcoming fear.

  For just an instant my cock pressed through the tight ring of muscle at the back of your throat. There was a soft, heart-stopping sensation of entry, of your mouth and throat opening and accepting me deep.

  The muscles in my lower belly quivered. My control was slipping again. I pulled out as fast as I could, gritting my teeth at the effort that cost.

  It wasn’t hard to read your smug expression as I looked down into your face. You knew why I pulled out in a hurry. It made me smile, even though my control was almost gone.

  "I told you what a good little whore you could be. Your talent has been wasted."

  I climbed off of your arms and came back between your thighs. I loved how the bindings kept them spread, exposing all of you. The candy and your juices had widened the stain on the quilt.

  My hands slid under your ass, raising you up, straining against the ties.

  "Don’t mind me. I’m just trying to decide which one of these holes is going to get fucked tonight," I said.

  Your flush made me grin. To be so uninhibited under coaxing, you were so damn prim in some ways. The combination was driving me crazy. I didn’t ask which hole usually preferred by your hubby. Why ask what you already know?

  Would you ever be the same when I was done with you tonight? Somehow I doubted it. Those genies can be a real bitch to get back into the bottle.

  My hands cupped your ass, my fingers molding themselves to you. Such a pretty and fuckable ass. I’d watched you in clinging skirts, cute shorts, and tight jeans like today. Nothing but naked did it justice. You whimpered when I spread your thighs wide, opening all of you up for show.

  "Now that," I said, "is a beautiful sight. A pretty pussy and a pretty ass, just begging me to come in. I thought seeing them both would help me choose, but that just makes it harder."

  You were tight, and as I moved in and out, your muscles grabbed my fingers again, clinging and pleading for release. The heat was scorching, but it wasn’t all about the Atomic Fireball, now melted to a sticky glob inside of you.

  I withdrew my finger and worked it up into your ass while it was still nice and wet. I felt you tense around my finger, a shudder going through your body as some of the residual heat found that tender inner flesh.

  I pulled your hips up, pressing down on the small of your back to get just the right arch. "Tilt your hips," I instructed. A rougher side of me was surfacing, wanting to humiliate you a little. "Raise your hips. Open the fuck up. Wider."

  Gently my fingers touched each hole in turn.

  "I don't know which one to pick. Damn, that’s a tough choice. What am I going to do with you? I guess we’ll just have to see what happens."

  That was teasing. I knew where I was going. I'd tasted and licked and fingered that sweetness between your legs too much to ignore it now. I tugged on your hips and dropped down onto you, sliding into you until our bodies were locked together.

  I grabbed your hips and rocked you, coaxing your ass higher into the air, making you take in every inch of me. You whimpered under your breath, and I knew the ties were stretching you to the point of discomfort. I tried to ease off, but it was getting harder to stop.

  "You’re a tight little fuck, you know it? I'm going to finish way up inside you, so you feel me good. Before I do, I'm going to hear you beg for it. I’m going to hear you scream. Beg me, Jenna."

  Your answer was to push hard against me, driving me in deeper, but I didn't hear the words I wanted. I reached under and pinched your ass hard, making you squeal.

  "I'm not kidding, you stubborn little bitch. I'm not saying this to hear myself talk. Beg me to fuck you."

  At first I couldn't make out the words, but when I gave your ass another hard pinch, I heard what you were saying. "Speak up, I can't hear you. What did you say?"

  "I said, please fuck me. I want it…I need it. Please fuck me. Please."

  Finally, the words I'd longed to hear. I dug into your ass harder, my hands starting to leave red marks of heat on your skin.

  "Louder, you little whore. Speak up," I ordered.

  To encourage you, my free hand went between your legs, rubbing it in firm, teasing circles, flicking the hard little tightness against my fingertips.

  "God…yes…please…please fuck me…Jesus, that feels so good…don’t stop…"

  The rest was more of the same, but no less sweet to my ears. The language your body spoke as it thrashed and bucked under me was ancient and primitive, understood across time and cultures without end.

  There was a low, burring sound that I couldn’t quite place. When one of your legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I understood. It was the sound of a very expensive silk tie ripping beyond repair.

  "Goddamn, you’re strong." I took your face in my hands and held you for my kiss. Your tongue met mine with equal passion, probing and gentle.

  "Yes, I am," you murmured into my mouth, then that well-shaped, muscular leg was pulling me into you as deep as you could. Underneath me I felt your body grinding, working me the way a seasoned stripper might work a pole.

  "How close are you, Jenna?" I asked for the second time tonight. I hoped the answer was "very." I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

  "I already came a little," you admitted as you trapped me in your churning, delicious heat. "But I could go again."

  "You little bitch!" I couldn’t help laughing at the one-up-on you smile that curled your lips. "That was nothing, a warm-up. You haven’t taken the whole ride."

  I curled my fingers in your hair, holding your head and forcing your eyes to stay locked with mine. "All the way. Do it with me, Jenna. Do it. Right when you feel me cum."

  Mercilessly I pounded into you. When you woke tomorrow, you would know that you'd been used. Claimed. Marked as my own.

  Your eyes began to widen, your mouth opening in a dazed, here-it-comes-again expression. I increased the pace, trying to catch up, feeling the rush roaring through me.

  "Last part of the game, Jenna," I gasped. "Say my name when you go. Or I’ll stop and not let you finish. You understand?" I stopped, pressing you down hard. My balls groaned at the delay, but I heard the answering moan from you, too.

  "What should I call you?" Your voice trembled.

  I smiled down into your eyes, feeling the mischief in my own. "How about Master? Yeah, I like the sound of that. Call me your Master, Jenna."

  "I’ve never called anyone that. I’m not going to start tonight." Your words were defiant, but wild desire strained your body under mine.

  I began to move my hips in slow rotations against you, touching every secret inch inside of you. It was torture, but worth it as I felt you trying to make me move faster, to give you the deeper release you craved.

  My fingers tightened in your hair again, and my eyes were locked on yours. I was starting to lose it, starting to hit that long-awaited peak. "Say it, Jenna. Say it, or so help me God, I’ll --"

  Those beautiful, cat-green eyes flew wide as you begged for release. "Master, oh fuck, please let me, don’t make me wait, please…please…"

  There might have been more, but your tumbled words and the throb of your deepest muscles around me drove everything else away. I strained inside you as hard as I could, feeling the strangling grip around my waist from the leg you’d managed to work free.

  I tried to hold down my own noise, but your primal scream as you came must have been heard out in the yard and down the street. Maybe on the next block. It was a damn good thing I’d chosen Halloween for this.

  Slowly I sank down onto the softness of your body. The air in the bedroom was hot and close, scented with sex and yes, candy. Shades of Marcy Playground.

  I held myself still, letting your muscles milk every last drop out of me, leaving me drained and sticky. I was reluctant to stop, to get dressed, to make the fast exit the script demanded.

  "Good girl, my good little girl," I whispered against your ear. The corners of your mouth turned up in a well-known Mona Lisa smile. "I think you might love that asshole Alex after all."

  I kissed you, tasting sex and cinnamon. Where our bodies were still joined, there was a gentle, throbbing squeeze as you held me in your creamy heat.

  "Yes, I do. Very, very much," you sighed. That soft little voice made me groan again. I reached up to untie your hands, but the sound of another rip made me pause.

  If I wasn’t mistaken, that was the sound of someone losing his second-favorite tie. Both of your legs were now locked around my waist, holding me inside of you. The sweet rhythm made me close my eyes and sigh.

  "What’s your hurry?" you asked. You smiled up at me, your long legs rocking me against you. "Do you have somewhere else to be?"

  "Just a party. I don’t have to be there on time." I framed your face in my hands, looking deeply into your eyes.

  "I love you, Jenna," I told you. "I'm not going to lose you. Do you hear me? No more long nights alone. No more separate lives. Fuck the fast track."

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