Ditching The Dream (Dream Series)

by Isabelle Peterson

“Patience,” he cautioned. “I want this to last. I’m not in a race here. I want to enjoy all of this. We have all night.”

  He walked us back a few more steps, while he stepped out of his puddled pants and shoes. Suddenly I felt something at the back of my legs. I glanced behind me and noticed a huge king sized bed. I took in my surroundings a little more and saw that this was just a regular bedroom. Decorated similarly to the living room in browns and creams and dark woods. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  He reached over, pulled the comforter off, and lowered us onto the bed. He worked us upward until my head was resting on a pillow.

  He nibbled on my neck. “I love watching your heart. Beat. Right. Here.” His lips kissed and nipped at the artery that I could feel pounding.

  I became very self-conscious in the quiet. Greg and I always had some kind of background noise. “Do you want to turn on some music or something?” I asked.

  “Why. Would. I. Want. That?” he asked, his kisses on my neck and shoulders not stopping. “If we had music on I couldn’t hear this…” He kissed the tender spot at the base of my neck. A whimper left my lips.

  He ran a thumb over my nipple, as it strained for release from the lace confines. He expertly rolled my nipple under the lace between his fingers. I gasped from his touch. “And I wouldn’t hear that.” My hips jolted upward seeking more. Needing more.

  His hand started to trail southward, my breast feeling cheated at the loss of his hand. But then Jack shifted his body and was over me, his mouth coming down on the lace. As his fingers worked at my core through the lace, his teeth began to pinch at my nipple.

  I wriggled with delight, which spurred him onward. He pressed a finger to my core through my soaked panties. “Are you wet for me?” he teased. He pulled the fabric aside and sunk a finger deeply into me. My eyes flew open, my breath quickened.

  Slowly he plunged his finger in, then withdrew it almost all the way, then back in and he wriggled it, my hips jerking in response. A deep groan escaped my throat. “And I love hearing that,” he said with a crooked grin.

  He pulled his finger back and on re-entry I could feel that it was now two fingers plunging in and filling me. I ground my hips greedily into his hand as his thumb found my clit and pressed a small circle around the sensitive bud. I needed more. I was coming undone. He was winding me tightly, like a top. I needed to spin.

  I lifted my head and studied him. How had I been married for twenty some years and never felt this with my husband? How had I made three babies with someone who not once did this to me? And not just with Jack, Kevin made me feel this way, too.

  “How does that feel?”

  I searched his face not knowing what to say. Fantastic? Out of this world? Why am I in another man’s bed? I went with, “Nice.”

  Jack searched my eyes for a moment or two then slipped out of bed and started walking away. What did I say? Why is he leaving? Those thoughts quickly gave way as I admired his terrifically toned back and firm ass. When had his boxers hit the floor?

  He calmly walked over to the wall and pressed on it. It popped open softly. A secret paneled closet? Whoa! But that surprise paled to what was in the closet.

  The lighting wasn’t the best in the room, but what I could make out… were those coiled whips? And silver handcuffs? And several other objects I couldn’t even begin to describe. All the heat that was building in my core started to evaporate. This was a room like in that book, just well hidden.

  What have I gotten myself into? His high school nickname of ‘Jack-Ass-Jack’ and my sisters warnings came flooding to the forefront of my mind. My eyes darted around for my clothes. Shit! My things were still in the living room.

  My eyes darted to the door we’d come in, and noted there were two more doors. One closed and an open door revealing a bathroom. I could make it to the bathroom, but I’d have to cross Jack’s path to get there.

  Glancing over his shoulder at me, he winked. Did he know I was considering an escape?

  He turned back to his Wall of Pain and I heard the soft slip of fabric. What was that?

  As he approached the bed, his eyes dancing with delight, I saw a long strip of black shiny satin two or feet long and three or four inches wide in his hand. Standing next to the bed, he took my chin in his hand and brought my face up to look at him. His eyes were on fire, even more than had been in the living room. I was riveted. Something about the confidence in his stance and the care in his eyes, I was calmed — sort of.

  He brushed his thumb over my lip. “You think too much. We need to have you focus on your feelings. Not what you see.”

  He brought the satin fabric up to my face, covered my eyes with it, and tied it securely behind my head. His lips were then on my lips, but they seemed different. More sensual, more tender, more hungry. He bit my lower lip lightly, stoking the embers in my core, bringing them back to life.

  Next, I was lowered down onto the bed. I felt the back of his right hand slowly brush down my face and along my jaw.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he growled.

  His thumb again brushed on my lower lip. He gently pressed his thumb into my mouth.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  I gave a little suck.

  “No, not like that. Long pulls. Like it’s a cock… my cock… in your mouth.” His tone was soft, yet left no room for debate.

  My jaw dropped open. I don’t do that!

  He wiggled his thumb. I stretched my lips down his thumb and undulated my tongue while sucking. Like this? I swirled my tongue around his thumb. The hiss that escaped his lips was a good indicator that I’d done well.

  Then his hand was gone. What now? I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers sliding under the waistband of my panties. Ever so slowly, the lacy number was pulled down my legs and then Jack’s hand slid up. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. With kisses in the wake of his touch.

  I gripped the sheets in my hands. Oh please! I shouted in my head. Hurry up already! His hand nearly at my junction, I tilted my hips to signal to him that that was where I wanted him to be.

  “So impatient,” he tut-tutted. “All in good time.”

  I sunk my head deeply against the bed. Was he really going to tease me further? What did he want from me? Did he want me to beg? Because really, I was nearly at that point.

  I felt him kneel between my legs and his lips came down on my lower belly. Little nips, and then his hands at my breasts, pulling the lace down releasing my heaving mounds. With his fingers he rolled my nipples into tight pebbles. My breath grew fast and hard. I never had before, but I felt as though I might come just from that alone.

  My hands came up and slid down his back to his tight ass and then I dragged my nails up his back. I ached to press my thighs together trying to relieve some of the discomfort growing in my sex. When his lips caught my nipple and sucked, I stood on the top of a mind blowing orgasm. If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to lose it.

  “Do you want to come, Beth? Do you need me to make you come?”

  “Yes!” I nearly shouted.

  Suddenly, he slid down my body and placed his mouth on my mound, his tongue lapping at my folds then his lips closing around my clit, as a finger, or two, slid home and my world exploded.

  My body shuddered with delight. My mind went blank. I felt as though I were floating and tumbling through space at the same time. I felt myself clenching around Jack’s fingers as his thumb continued to swirl around my clit.

  “God, yes, baby. Like that,” he moaned.

  And before I had fully come down off the high of that climax, he started to work another one into a frenzy with his fingers. I gripped at his back.

  “Please.” I heard the word come out of my mouth. I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew it was mine.

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” It was the truth. There was so much I wanted to ask for. To make me come again. To take the blindfold off. To have sex with me.

  “Then w
hat are you begging for?”

  “You.”

  “What about me, Beth?”

  I gulped. I needed to come again. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to be fully satisfied. I’d never asked for anything in bed before. How do I phrase my needs?

  Sex with Greg was a little finger diddle from him to spread whatever wetness he could find, then he plunged into me and pumped until he came, all the while, David Letterman joked on the TV in the background. I don’t think we ever went longer than then six minutes. I never came when I had sex with Greg, not that I had that one time before Greg either, only in my private sessions had I come. And in the past two days, I’d experienced orgasms with two men, both times without actually having sex.

  CHAPTER 20

  All this focusing on what I was feeling, all this attention to me, had left me rattled.

  “What about me, Beth?” he repeated. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you need me inside of you as much as I want to be inside of you?”

  Oh thank you! I could deal with yes and no questions. “Yes!” I cried.

  He got up off the bed. I wanted so badly to take off the blindfold to see what he was doing, but at the same time I didn’t want visuals for any more surprises.

  Straining my ears, I heard the faint sound of a drawer closing, followed by the tear of a foil packet, an indistinguishable sound, and then I felt Jack situate himself between my legs again. He leaned over me, his body hot and lightly resting on mine, and removed the blindfold. I looked up into his beautiful face.

  “I love your eyes,” he said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Your eyes. They are amazing. Their shape. Their color. So alluring… I could get lost in them.”

  I had always hated how my eyes were so big and dark. “Thanks,” I whispered.

  “I want to watch your eyes when you come. Are you ready? If you say no, then I will stop.”

  I searched his eyes and knew that this was where I wanted to be. This felt right, no matter how wrong it might be.

  “Yes, Jack. I’m ready.”

  His fingers separated my folds and then the crown of his cock was at my entrance. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed.

  Balancing his body above mine, with my head cradled in his hands, he thrust into me with one swift move. I took in a sharp gasp of air. He was bigger than I was used to.

  “Are you okay, Beth?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. I nodded. “Let me know when you’re ready for the rest.”

  The rest??

  I took a few measured breaths, eyes still locked with Jack, then nodded.

  His eyes closed slowly and he moved his hips, sliding further into me. The pain was incredibly pleasurable, and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my mouth. He started to move slowly out, then plunged back in. The expression on his face was one to behold. It was painfully evident that he was using a tremendous amount of restraint.

  In no time at all I was ready to snap again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders – his powerful, muscular, sweaty shoulders. I inhaled, ready to explode. The smell of sex permeated the room. I heard him whimper and watched his neck strain as he tried to control himself. What a turn on.

  “It’s okay,” I managed. His eyes flew open and stared at me. A fire ignited in him and he started to thrust with wild abandon and pushed me over into my release. Two more powerful thrusts and he cried out and shuddered with his own climax.

  His thrusting slowly subsided, letting us both down to earth, gently. His body grew heavy and he dropped his head next to my ear. “Where. Have. You. Been?”

  In the afterglow, my head resting against his powerful chest and his arm stroking my back, I started to giggle.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I was just thinking that Greg would never –”

  Jack jumped out of bed as if his ass were on fire. He glared at me, all tenderness gone. The soft lighting combined with the moon’s blue glow streaming into the room, cast dark shadows over his chiseled chest and face, making him appear cold and hard.

  “W-What?”

  “Get up.”

  “Jack, what’s going on?”

  “How dare you bring another man’s name into my bed. You need to learn a lesson, little girl.”

  “Oh, come on now. You’re being childish.”

  “Get. Up. Now. I will not ask again, Elizabeth.” Elizabeth. What happened to Beth? He was really mad? I slunk out of bed and stood in front of him.

  He took hold of my hand as if I were some petulant child and dragged me to the sofa opposite the bed. Taking a seat, he harshly pulled me over his knee.

  “Jack, are you out of –”

  WHACK! Was he actually spanking me?

  “You need to learn to hold your tongue.” He admonished as he rubbed the sting on the left side of my ass.

  “I was just –”

  WHACK! His hand came down on the right side, this time with even more force than the first. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was so embarrassed.

  “Speaking the name of another man in bed is extremely disrespectful.”

  WHACK! On the left again.

  WHACK! A strike lower this time on the right.

  “When you are with me, you are with me. Do you understand?”

  I hesitated. My mistake.

  WHACK! The other side lower, and my shame growing.

  “I asked a question. Do you need me to repeat it?”

  “No, I understand. I’m sorry.”

  WHACK! Up higher.

  “Would you like me to talk about other women I have been with while you are cradled in my arms after mind blowing sex?”

  Mind blowing sex? He thought it was mind blowing? “N-No. I suppose I wouldn’t.”

  “I didn’t think so,” he said, caressing my burning backside. “So, are you done?”

  “Yes, sir.” I don’t know what made me add the sir. It felt right. I guess it went back to my upbringing. He lowered his head and kissed my warm, tingling bum, and massaged it with skilled fingers.

  “Good girl.” I smiled. I don’t know why. I had just been spanked. I should be furious. But I realized that I had indeed been rude by mentioning Greg. And I was taught a lesson of sorts. I had hurt Jack. The thing about the spankings is that they weren’t a beating. They were delivered firmly, yes. He explained his case before and after. And he was pleased that I had learned the lesson. I was so confused.

  Whack. This time it was not so hard. In fact, it was nearly soft. A small moan escaped my lips, and I was surprised as I felt myself grow wet between my legs…

  “That one was for pleasure. Did you feel a difference?” he asked softly, caressing the skin.

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  “So pink,” he whispered. “So warm.”

  Whack. This blow on the other cheek. I started to tremble as need grew inside of me.

  He slowly lowered his caressing hand to between my legs. He sought my folds. He sunk a finger in. I shuddered at the sensations, my ass on fire, my core a riot, my pussy so wanting. The gasp that escaped my lips was all the encouragement he needed.

  Before I knew it, Jack was on his feet and had me barely on mine. He brought me to the side of the sofa and bent me over it. My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind was spinning out of control. I could barely place where I was, let alone who I was.

  He opened the drawer of the side table, next to the sofa, and sheathed his straining cock with a handy condom. “Are you ready for more? And will you remember who you are with?”

  “Yes, sir,” I panted, as he plunged into me from behind. How was he hard again so quickly? But I didn’t have any time to think about that. It was not a soft ‘fuck,’ as they say. It was full of need. It was carnal. His sack slapping on my clit with each thrust.

  He reached below me and held onto my breasts, settling my nipples between his firm fingers, squeezing them in conjunction with his thrusting. I felt simply euphoric when I climaxed, my essence runnin
g down my leg. Two thrusts more and he grunted his own release.

  Slowly I walked home from Jess and Jim’s house. Jim invited me to dinner and to watch the Giants get their asses handed to them… again. It was nice to get a break from frozen dinners or take out, but Jessica’s cooking couldn’t compare to Elizabeth’s. I ate every bite though. Jim would have beaten the shit out of me if I hadn’t.

  Jim had been my best friend since high school. He was the best man at our wedding. Expected that the best man might hook up with the maid-of-honor. What we didn’t expect was that Jim and Elizabeth’s best friend, and maid of honor, Jessica, would get married. I wasn’t surprised though. Jessica’s a looker, as was Jim. And the four of us always got along really well. But tonight was different. I could tell that Jessica didn’t want me there. She kept her distance. And Jim wouldn’t say much.

  Jess did say Elizabeth was doing well and that I shouldn’t worry about her. That Bets had gotten a good job, and was thrilled with paying her own rent. That she’s making friends, and loved the hustle and bustle of the city. That she’s living the life of the twenties she never got a chance to live.

  Ouch. Jessica always knew just where to get her digs in. Yes, she was Bets’ best friend, but since she was married to my best buddy, you think she’d cut me a break from time to time. But she was right. And it’s what I was thinking too.

  Jess assured me that it would all work out the way it was supposed to. But her voice revealed that bigger change may be afoot. It was chilling. I’d have to pump Jim for details next time we got together, without Jessica listening in from the next room. Then again, he was so pussy whipped by his wife that the marriage confidence trumped the best-buddy bond.

  I checked my cell phone to go over my calendar for tomorrow. Five face-to-face meetings, two of which were re-schedules from my ridiculous calling-in-sick stint.

  Scrolling through the next few days, Tuesday caught my eye. Elizabeth’s birthday. Phoebe was going to visit her. Should I send a card? Should I go buy a gift and ask Phoebe to deliver it for me? I had no idea what to get her. I never had. She was so good at knowing what I would like for a gift, even if I didn’t know I wanted it.