The Jewel Thief

by Angela Blake

  She saw him move his finger lower, all the while, smiling casually, and his hand parted the barrier that covered her most secret spot, and ran a finger over her slit, back and forth.

  Her breath was becoming more and more uneven, as she waited, hoped he would slide a finger inside.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, he gathered all the moisture that was dripping down, on his finger and brought it up to her mouth.

  She stared at his eyes in the mirror and he quirked a brow.

  She parted her lips, and he slid the finger inside.

  “Be a good girl and suck off your juices, why don’t you?”

  She found herself obeying, helpless against the onslaught of sensations that his hands and words were bringing her.

  His eyes looked pleased and it thrilled her in a way that she couldn’t quite understand.

  His lips curved, and he finally released her mouth, his lips murmuring, “I plan to do a lot more with those red lips of yours, than just suck my finger, Danielle.”

  He turned her around, this time wearing a serious look on his face, “Any time that you feel you need to stop, say ‘Blue.’”

  “Blue?” She repeated, a little confused.

  He cupped her face, “It’s your safe word. I’m going to push you and push you, but if you can’t do something or you want to stop, you will use the safe word. I’ll stop immediately.”

  “What is this?” She asked him, grabbing the hands that framed her face, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “I’m not like this. I don’t behave like this.”

  He kissed her softly on the lips, and he smiled, “You’re an independent woman, Danielle. A strong woman. But sexually, you’re submissive.”

  When she blinked, he chuckled deeply, “It’s not a bad thing, and it’s not something demeaning. If with the right person, it can be a beautiful thing. I’m a dominant. All you have to do is trust me. These games will not leave the bedroom. When you walk out of here in the morning, you will be the same sassy woman who is running her own business, and who has a spine of steel. But here,” he trailed a finger over her soft cheek, “I’m your Master. And you are mine.”

  His words didn’t anger her, but instead brought a sense of freedom, and she kissed him back, a soft touch on the lips, “’Blue’. I’ll remember it.”

  “All right then.” He trailed a hand over her sides. “Since this is your first time, we’re going to start things off slow and easy.”

  She nodded, her blood heating in anticipation.

  He was still fully clothed.

  “You’ll call me ‘Sir’. Is that clear?”

  They had started. She saw the hard look in his eyes, one that demanded obedience from her, and a shiver ran down her spine, “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it to one side.

  Her lips pursed when she saw the hard muscle that the piece of cloth had hidden. She wanted to run her hands over it, lick those well defined abs. His chest held a light sprinkle of dark hair and she wanted to curl her fingers in it.

  “No touching. You don’t get to touch me.”

  She stilled and her eyes flew to his. There was a smug satisfaction there at seeing her reaction to his physique.

  When her eyes moved lower at the hardening bulge in his jeans, he wanted to tell her to suck it. His cock grew even harder at the thought of her hot little mouth worshipping his cock, but he liked it rough and he didn’t want to scare her off.

  His eyes flew down her body, landing on that pert little ass of hers.

  A slow smirk formed on his face.

  He sat down at the edge of the bed, and beckoned for her to come to him. When she stood in front of him, eyeing him like one would a rabid dog, not knowing what he was thinking, he ran his hand up her stomach, cupping her breast, and playing with the nipple.

  Her breath caught as he teased the nipple until it became painfully hard, and she found herself whimpering.

  “Have you ever been spanked, Danielle?”

  She shook her head, and he twisted the nipple a little harder, making her gasp out at the sharp pain at the gesture that was laced with pleasure.

  “No, sir.”

  “Then I would say you are long overdue. Lie here.”

  He settled her on his lap, and when she wriggled a bit, he pressed a hand on the small of her back, making her still.

  “We can lose these,” He murmured, taking off her panties, completely exposing her to him.

  Her plump rear looked delicious, one that was made to be broken in and trained to pleasure him. He caressed the soft skin, running his hand over the round curve and revelling at where he had her, across his knee.

  “Let’s see. You didn’t thank me for the gift I gave you, did you?”

  Her mind tried to remember what he was talking about before she recalled the pipe. Had she thanked him? She hadn’t.

  “No, sir.”

  “Should I punish you for that?”

  Her words were more of an uncertain answer than anything, “Yes, sir?”

  He stroked her rear once more, “You will count.”

  Count?

  She realized what he meant when he brought his hand down in a strong open slap on her butt cheek, making her yelp. Her long shuddery inhale amused him.

  “O-one.”

  “What was that?”

  “One, sir?”

  He stroked the red cheek, pleased, “Very good.”

  He kept a steady and relentless pace, long broad strokes as he smacked her, pausing in between when the skin turned too red, to massage it.

  She counted, and her voice turned wobbly.

  But at the same time, her legs rubbed against each other, making him smile.

  After ten hard strokes, he knew another one would be pushing it, so he gently soothed the inflamed skin. There were no tears on her face, but an entirely different place was wet and dripping.

  “I can feel your pussy dripping all over my lap,” he told her.

  He parted her legs as she whimpered and then pressed a finger against her enlarged clit, making her moan. Inserting one finger inside her pussy, he pumped it a few times before pushing in the second finger.

  She was so fucking tight!

  He nearly groaned at how her wet pussy was squeezing just two of his fingers.

  Fucking her with the two strong digits, he watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were begging as he finger fucked her, her lips parted as she moaned at the sharp pleasure he was dragging out from her willing body.

  His fingers started moving easily within her slippery folds and grinning, he inserted a third finger and started working her.

  Her cries were soft, but helpless, as she mewled.

  Her hands were clutching at his strong, jean clad thigh, as he used his fingers in creative ways, making her gasp out broken versions of his name.”

  When she finally broke, the cry was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, but it was still far from a scream. And he wanted to hear her scream.

  He threw her onto the bed , and then turned her over so that she was facing the bed, in one swift movement. Grabbing her hands, her placed them above her head, ordering, “Don’t move them. If you do, you won’t enjoy that punishment.”

  Her fingers curled into the bedsheet in response.

  She was facing the mirror and she both saw and felt him pulling her hips up. He was one his knees, and her eyes watched the way he unzipped his jeans, and then took out his hard cock.

  It was big, and looked terrifying and for a few seconds she was terrified it wouldn’t fit in her.

  She moved to speak the safe word, but she stilled.

  She didn’t want to stop.

  Her mind was so relaxed right now.

  There was no pressure of anything. There was no nothing.

  It was just her and Sean in this room.

  Nothing else existed.

  And she wante
d that.

  So, she told herself to trust him like he’d asked.

  When she felt the blunt head poke at her pussy, she inhaled sharply. But he moved slowly, gently, easing it into her.

  When he was completely inside of her, she had no choice but to let out a moan.

  “I feel so full.” The words were torn out of her.

  Sean smirked, and then smacked her backside with an an open handed slap, making her whimper out, “Sir.”

  He gave her a few beats to adjust to his size and girth.

  And then he went to town.

  His strokes were long and hard, and then short and slow. She couldn’t keep up with his changing rhythm. Her fingers clutched onto the sheets as she lost herself in the way he pounded her pussy, taking away her ability to think.

  Her pants and moans filled the room, along with the sounds of skin slapping against wet skin. Sean held himself in control, as he drew her pleasure out. He held off her orgasm, slowing down when she was on the verge of tipping over the edge.

  Her cries grew in volume, as he just fucked her hard.

  Suddenly, he reached out his hand and gripped a fistful of her hair, dragging her head back. It was a painful grip, but one that reminded her he was still in charge. His cock jackhammered into her pussy and his burning gaze was locked on her helpless one in the mirror.

  “Sean!”

  He smacked her ass and it was harsh sound in the room.

  He rode her like there was no tomorrow, and she screamed his name over and over again, till finally he relented and let her come.

  Her body collapsed on the bed, but he wasn’t done yet. His balls were turning blue with the effort he had exerted to hold himself in check.

  He flipped her over, and his hand on her throat, he rode her hard and fast, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, till she was a blubbering mess, unable to string one thought with the other.

  And finally, he released in her.

  Falling on his side, he gathered her, and brought her into his arms, as she trembled violently. A soft kiss on her cheek, he nuzzled her throat, showing her affection that she needed.

  Her heart beat slowly started to slow down and he heard her subdued whisper, “Can I touch you now?”

  His chuckle was soft and low, “Have at it.”

  Her eyes were wondering as she ran them over his pecs, his nipples, his stomach, her nails raking over it, making him hiss in pleasure.

  Her eyes looked up at him, “Do I have to keep calling you ‘Sir’?”

  Sean studied her, amused by her curiosity, “No, you don’t. Not now.”

  “Okay.”

  He watched her as she explored his body, and then finally settled in his arms.

  “Is that all there is to it?” She asked, drawing invisible circles on his chest with her finger. “You spank me and I call you ‘Sir’?”

  He laughed, his accent thick in his voice, “Hardly.”

  He settled her on him in a way that she was laying on his stomach, and he played with a lock of her hair.

  “This is about control and trust. There are scenarios we can play out. I can spank you, whip you, flog you. But only if you are willing. I can tie you up and play with you for hours, leaving you on the edge, and not letting you come. I can train your ass till it becomes another hole I can fuck. The point is that I will only do all those things if you trust me not to hurt you. That is why I gave you a safe word. You can use it to stop me.”

  Danielle squirmed on his chest, and he put a hand on her back, stroking it, “I will stop then. It doesn’t matter if my balls are blue at that point.”

  “I liked it.” She told him, a little hesitantly.

  He stole a kiss from her, “There’s nothing to be ashamed about if you enjoyed it. You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

  “I don’t know if I would like to be flogged.” She murmured.

  Sean’s fingers trailed down her ass, towards her pussy, and he dipped a finger in, making her take a sharp breath, “Seems you like the idea just fine.”

  He slowly fucked her with one finger, watching her intently and her mouth opened as she panted and squirmed, helpless against his touch.

  A small smile on his lips, he asked, “How about if I tie you up, and fuck you with an ice cube?”

  She fell apart in that instant, gasping out his name, and he smile grew broader, pleased, “Good girl.”

  She lay on his chest gasping for breath when he offered his finger to her to clean and she did so, sucking on it, while he just watched her.

  “I have never met anyone who is as responsive as you are.” He told her, and she blushed.

  “Yes, well. I didn’t know I had a kink.” She muttered, and he laughed, delighted by the annoyance in her tone.

  “Darling, you make it sound like a bad thing.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sean hummed as he flipped the pancakes over in the pan, and hearing noise behind him, he turned and saw Danielle sitting on a seat at the island counter.

  Her eyes were sleepy, and her hair had been combed roughly.

  She yawned, before burying her face in her arms, murmuring, “Something smells good.”

  He found himself smiling at the picture she made of a contented cat who had gotten the cream.

  “Here.” He put a mug of coffee in front of her. “This will help.”

  She stared at the coffee and then buried her face in her arms again, her voice muffled, “I just want to sleep.”

  “Well, you can’t.”

  He couldn’t help but be charmed by her sulky tone. It was a side of her she rarely showed others and he enjoyed the chance to see it.

  He put the pancakes in front of her, “Breakfast.”

  She yawned again and slowly picked up a fork and knife, “You kept me up half the night. Walking is a task in itself.”

  When he grinned down at his coffee, Danielle glared at him, “It’s not funny. I have to go to work like this.”

  “Try not to limp, darling.” He kissed her cheek, making her scowl at him.

  When she opened her mouth, he popped in a piece of pancake, forcing her to chew.

  She was absolutely adorable, Sean thought with amusement.

  He suddenly paused at his train of thought, when the doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it.

  She was a mark.

  That was it.

  He could not get involved with a mark.

  That was a rule he had never broken.

  His grandfather stood at the door, and Sean blinked, “Hi.”

  The older man pushed him aside, “Was that Danielle’s car-“

  He came to a stop seeing Danielle sitting at the counter eating breakfast.

  She raised a fork in greeting and then returned to her food.

  “Don’t mind her,” Sean spoke. “She’s still half asleep.”

  Thomas took a seat next to her, “Are there more of these?”

  Sighing, Sean offered his own to his grandfather, and grabbed an apple, “I can make myself more later.”

  “So, did you two have fun?”

  Danielle choked on her food, and Sean had to go thump her on the back, a little worried.

  Danielle stared at her food and then pushed it towards him, her face still red, “I’m, ah, going to go get changed and go. Meetings. Uh, work stuff.”

  “Good job.” Sean commented to the elderly man, as he ate what was left of Danielle’s breakfast.

  Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Danielle stared at the rumpled bed and her face turned red as she recalled the activities of last night.

  Had that really been her?

  Had she really been that wanton?

  She saw the ball gag lying on the dressing table and her mind wandered to what Sean had done to her, after she had started teasing his body.

  The feeling of her lips stretched around the red piece of ball in her mouth as he had fucked her on the ground.

  The feeling of his
cock in her mouth, as he had taught her how he liked it.

  Her womb twisted and she forced the images from her mind.

  Now, was not the time.

  As she quickly donned her clothes, her eyes fell on a small painting that hung out of sight. There was something oddly familiar about it and she frowned.

  She didn’t know where she had seen it before.

  Trying to recall, she tied her hair up in a bun, and gathered her things.

  Saying goodbye to Thomas, she let Sean walk her out. His kiss devastated her senses, and she had to get her bearings before she started driving.

  Sean watched her leave and then returned to the kitchen where his grandfather waited for him.

  “Don’t hurt her.”

  The words sounded almost pleading, and Sean glanced sharply at him, “Why would you-“

  “The girl has been hurt enough. First her family. Then that bastard, Julian. I always knew he was bad news. I couldn’t protect her.”

  The anger in his voice shook Sean. It was the same helpless anger when his grandfather had found out that Sean’s father had beat up his wife relentlessly till they had been forced to survive on the streets.

  He studied an imaginary spot on the wall, “I’m not going to hurt her, Gramps.”

  Danielle was going to break up with him on her own.

  “She deserves a chance to be happy.” Thomas muttered, and Sean wondered what had happened that had his grandfather so protective of this young woman. And how would his relationship with his grandfather be affected when he and Danielle went their own separate ways.

  Maybe he needed to rethink this idea.

  Danielle may not be the best person to mess with. Too many relationships hung in the balance.

  But his mind drifted to the statue that would be the highlight of his collection, and he found himself yielding to temptation.

  It would also be the biggest risk he took.

  But a small niggling in the back of his mind still remained, as he recalled Danielle’s sleepy voice.

  ***

  A week passed without incident.

  Then her mother called her unexpectedly with a request to meet Danielle for lunch.