Please, Sir

by Leigha Taylor

  I take him deeper into my throat and massage his balls with my hand as his groans grow louder. I feel him try to pull back, but I put my other hand on his ass, locking him inside my mouth and increasing my pace. The hand holding my hair tightens its grip and the twinge of pain I feel just increases my drive to bring him to an incredible orgasm on my own. I suck harder and faster, closing my eyes and enjoying every second until I feel him shudder into my mouth with a shout.

  I slowly pull off of him and I look up into his eyes. There is a heated look in them, but also a trace of amusement as he says, “I’m going to have fun paying you back for that, you know.”

  A delicious shiver runs through me at his promise, and I stand to face him.

  “What are you waiting for?” I ask, putting one hand on my hip and giving him a dose of the sass I would never dare to share with Master J.

  “You asked for it,” he rumbles and picks me up again, tossing me on the bed. He takes both of my hands and pins them above my head. “Don’t you dare fucking move those.”

  My body is as tense as it’s ever been and I could almost get off on his words alone. His hands tell me there will be no need for that as they grab my breasts roughly, rolling my nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger. His lips capture one and then the other, teeth grazing them, causing my hips to start tilting up toward him without any conscious thought from me. He trails kisses down my stomach and between my thighs, torturing me with his lack of contact with the parts that want him most. Once again, my rogue hips start to move, almost like they’re magnetically linked to his face.

  “Your pussy is just begging for me, isn’t she?”

  “All of me is begging for you. Please, Jesse. Please.”

  “Please, what?” he teases me as his finger trails along the inside of my thigh.

  “You know what I want!” I blush as I realize I’m not used to having a say in my own pleasure. Jesse seems to have realized that as well and he’s taking full advantage of it.

  “You’re going to have to tell me, babe,” he laughs as I groan in frustration.

  “I want you to kiss me.”

  “Kiss you?” he asks, peppering tiny kisses along my skin. “Kiss you where?”

  I have gotten used to my mind and Jesse’s body both taking me to dirty places, but I’ve never really had to say the words out loud. Jesse talks dirty to me, not the other way around!

  “Jesse, please!” I squirm as his fingers just barely graze my slit before moving away again.

  “Say it, Allie. Tell me what you want from me.”

  “Lick me, please, Jesse! Please. Lick my pussy, please!” I practically scream the words and say a silent prayer that my neighbors are sound asleep.

  “That’s all you had to say,” he laughs again as his mouth closes around my clit and sucks firmly on the incredibly swollen flesh he finds there. Using his thumbs to spread me open, he licks all the way up my opening before going back to fuck me with his tongue. His thumb has moved to put pressure on my clit and the feeling of being gently fucked is almost enough for me to come already. I reach down and put my hand on the back of his head, murmuring his name, when he suddenly stops.

  “What…?” I ask, confused.

  “I told you not to move those fucking hands, didn’t I?”

  “Oh, shit!” I swear out loud.

  “Put them back. Where. They. Were,” he says as he slaps my clit to punctuate each word.

  I can’t answer with anything but a whimper as I do what he says. His dominant nature is so ingrained in him that even vanilla sex takes on a deeper element. And I love every second of it.

  “Now, where were we?”

  “Mmmmm…” is all the answer he gets from me as two fingers find their way inside me and I start to lose my mind all over again.

  He adds a third finger and I feel full and stretched. His fingers curl up against my g-spot and he thrusts them harder into me as his lips find their way back to my lonely clit. I can feel the intensity building inside me and I know I’m shouting loudly again, but I can’t stop. The pleasure is so intense that I need to let it out and before I know it, I’m falling over the edge of that cliff that can only be found in the heat of the moment. He finger-fucks me until every last ounce of my orgasm has been drained from me and then pulls away.

  My eyes are closed and I feel him move, but I’m not paying any attention to what he’s doing until he lifts my legs to his shoulders. I blink and see him kneeling in front of me and I realize he’s not going to give me a single second of rest as he impales me fully onto his huge cock in one motion. My entire pussy is swollen and sensitive and it’s almost too much pleasure as he fucks me deeply. His hands grip my nipples for leverage, and they take the brunt of the force as he pounds into me. It’s like wearing nipple clamps, but even better.

  I’m basically incoherent as I respond to his lovemaking with the most animalistic of groans and I scream, “Jesse!” as he moves one hand to pinch my clit between his fingers. He doesn’t hesitate for a second, keeping up the unrelenting pace of his fucking.

  Without warning, Jesse pulls out and flips me over, so that I’m on my knees in front of him. He sits me back onto his lap and I slide right down to the base of his cock again, bouncing up and down as he reaches around to my front and slaps my clit rhythmically. His other hand takes its place again around my nipple and the pain and the pleasure mix within me like some strong sexual cocktail that makes me drunk for him.

  Tears start to roll down my face as another orgasm rips through me, and instead of stopping, the slaps to my clit intensify as they take me another notch higher and I start to float away. I hear myself calling his name over and over and it’s joined by a shout from him as he pounds into me from below and releases inside of me. He holds me there with him for another moment before releasing me and we both melt into the bed, completely spent. He pulls my face toward his and kisses me like it’s our last day on earth. When he lets go, I snuggle back into him, my little spoon to his big one, and fall into the best sleep I’ve ever experienced.

  Chapter Seven

  My phone rings shrilly on the bedside table and pulls me out of a delicious dream. I was tied to the four posts of the bed, blindfolded, and Jesse was teasing me with both a feather and a Wartenburg wheel. The soft stroke of the feather… but the phone won’t stop its incessant screaming and the dream is lost somewhere in that place between awake and asleep.

  I mumble “Goddammit” as I roll toward the sound and I hear Jesse’s low laugh rumble from somewhere within the sheets.

  One glance at my phone tells me two things; first, that it’s after ten in the morning, the latest I’ve slept since college, and two, Caroline is responsible for the phone call that took the rest of my dream away. I sink back into the bed and let the call go to voicemail. I’m not ready to talk to her.

  I roll over toward Jesse and tell him, “It was Caroline,” just as the phone begins to ring again. I groan at the offending sound and reach for the phone to silence it.

  “You should probably answer that,” Jesse warns. “Maybe you could call my sister off the hunt. She may have threatened me last night that I either make things right by you one way or another or she’d have my balls. I’m rather fond of them.”

  “Me, too,” I laugh as I begrudgingly answer the phone.

  “Hello, Caroline,” I grumble.

  “You’re not in a good mood. You are supposed to be in a good mood this morning. I’m going to kill that—”

  “Relax, killer! He’s here and we’re good. I’d be in a better mood, but you woke me up. I didn’t exactly get a ton of sleep last night.”

  “He’s there? Now? And you—”

  “Goodbye, Caroline. We will talk to you later. Kisses!”

  I press the screen to hang up the call, leaving Caroline spluttering on the other end.

  “Well, whatever Caroline expected you to do last night, I don’t think it was end up in my bed.”

  “I was pretty sure that was
n’t going to happen, either, but I’m not complaining.”

  “Me either, but I’m still not sure if I’m going to thank Caroline for her little stunt or kill her for it.”

  “For the sake of keeping Thanksgiving a happy occasion around our house, I’d appreciate it if you stopped just short of murder. Whatever else you think she deserves, that’s between the two of you,” Jesse brushes my hair out of my face and leans toward me for a kiss.

  Suddenly conscious of how I must look and the morning breath I must have going on, I pull back and jump out of bed. “Hold that thought, please, if you would, I… Well, I’ll be right back,” I stammer and rush out of the room. Ugh, it’s a good thing he already loves me. I hope. In the morning light, maybe his feelings aren’t as strong as they were in the heat of the moment last night. Maybe he overstated things in order to keep the peace.

  I shake off the negative thoughts, choosing instead to focus on the absolutely perfect twinge of soreness in my body this morning. I’ve come to love the after effects of my time with Jesse nearly as much as the time itself. The fire in my thighs from a tough position, the slight ache throughout my sex after I’ve been thoroughly fucked, the stinging of my ass after a particularly rigorous punishment… every bit of it is fantastic. It’s like a little reminder with each movement that I’ve been with him and he’s been all over me.

  I finish brushing my teeth while my thoughts continue to run wild. I grab my brush and put it through my hair, quickly braiding it and adding a bit of deodorant and body spray before heading back to face the man in my bed. My nudity doesn’t bother me; I’ve been exposed to him in every possible way over the last few weeks and I’m comfortable like this. There is no shyness, no boundary between us when I am with Master J and that carries over to his alter-ego, Jesse.

  I step out of the bathroom and shriek, startled by Jesse’s hulking frame blocking my path.

  “My turn.” He smiles.

  I lean up on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss and head down the hallway to my bedroom. I hear a long, low whistle from behind me and I turn, grinning.

  “Don’t bother getting dressed, beautiful girl. You won’t be that way long enough to make it count.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I wink and he disappears through the bathroom doorway.

  ***

  It’s three in the afternoon before we manage to get out of bed for the second time and I’m sure Caroline is chomping at the bit to find out what is going on.

  “So, how exactly did you leave things with Caroline last night?” I ask, tying the belt of my old terry cloth bathrobe around my waist. It might not be sexy, but I don’t think Jesse cares and I’ve already spent the morning giving him enough sexy memories to last a while.

  “I did mention her threat to my manhood, right,” he grumbles.

  “Yeah, I remember you saying something like that.” I smile in his direction as he pulls his jeans on. “What you didn’t mention was the rest of the conversation. Were you still there when she got home?”

  “I was still there, all right. Big mistake, my sticking around. I cleaned up the dinner mess before she got home; there was no way I was wasting all that good food. Once the place was clean, I downed more of the wine, put on sappy music, and sat in the living room, waiting for my fate.

  “She came in all smiles, saw the pity party I was throwing for myself, and proceeded to verbally kick my ass for about fifteen minutes before I got a word in edgewise. There was a lot of yelling and I remember words like ‘complete idiot’ and ‘assclown’ being thrown around a lot. At one point, she asked, ‘What do I have to do, fuck her for you?’, and I knew I would be lucky to get out alive.”

  “She didn’t actually say that, did she?” I blush, knowing she probably did say exactly that, and make a mental note to get her back for that one.

  “Oh, she said it all right. She went on and on about her foolproof dinner plan and how I’m a monkey for fucking it all up. She went from angry to atomic when I laughed, but I could only think about the word ‘monkey.’ Apparently, it wouldn’t make a good safeword for my sister because she sure uses it a lot.”

  I laugh out loud at that, choosing not to remember that I actually had to use it once. We’re past that now and I only want to move forward.

  “So, you said you saved all the food from last night?” I ask with a grin.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I don’t answer him; I’m too busy grabbing my phone off the nightstand to call Caroline. She answers with a perky, “Hey!” and starts trying to get details out of me without taking a breath.

  “Care, relax. You’ll hear about it all later. I just called to tell you to heat up the leftovers. We’re starving and we’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

  I don’t give her the chance to say anything before pressing the screen to end the call. I grin at Jesse as I pull open dresser drawers and grab more of my good eating clothes: University of Virginia sweatpants, a long-sleeved black T-shirt, and thick, fuzzy socks. My feet are always cold.

  “Hey, nice pants.” Jesse just stares at them, seemingly unable to look away.

  “You like? I used to have a huge crush on a guy who went there.”

  “Used to?” He grins at me.

  “Well, now it’s more than a crush. Now I love him.”

  “Beautiful girl, he definitely loves you, too.”

  ***

  Caroline pulls the door open before we even reach it and rushes out to hug me. When she finally lets go, she bounds toward her brother to give him the same treatment.

  “Eek!” she squeals. “I’m so happy you two worked things out.”

  “Let me remind you, dear sister, that this could have happened years ago if not for your teenage interference.”

  “Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to be the Prince William to her Kate?” she asks, hands on her hips and indignant look spreading across her face. “If I’d known it would really be different with Allie than it was with the nine thousand other bimbos who wanted your attention, maybe I wouldn’t have tried so hard to save you both.”

  “You were saving us?” I ask her, wondering if she remembers things the same way we do.

  “I was! Really! Can you imagine what family vacations and holidays would have been like if you two had gone out back then and it went badly? Allie, you’re in almost every one of those memories. You can’t honestly tell me you’d have been comfortable coming around and spending that much time with all of us if you’d had some horrible break up with my brother.” Jesse and I both murmur our tacit agreement, but Caroline isn’t quite finished. “Just saying, you two” —she points back and forth between us— “I expect you not to let that happen now, either.”

  We both put up our right hands in agreement and we’re finally let into the house where the smell of Caroline’s cooking makes my empty stomach rumble loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “Jesus, Jesse, didn’t you let the girl eat at all today?”

  “We were kind of busy, little sister.” Jesse boings one of Caroline’s springy curls. “You see, we woke up this morning and—”

  Caroline’s hand claps over Jesse’s still moving mouth and she shakes her head furiously. “No way. No freaking way, Jesse Marks. I figure I’ll hear more than enough out of Allison’s mouth, but if you think I’m listening to the details of my best friend’s sex life out of the mouth of my own brother, you’re nuts.”

  Andrew chooses that moment to walk into the kitchen and just shakes his head in his wife’s direction. “Still threatening your brother, dear?” he asks her, laughing.

  “I’m just about done.” She smiles at him broadly. He sends a pitying look in Jesse’s direction before offering him a beer. The two guys head into the living room where I can hear some kind of sports game going on and I know I’m about to be grilled.

  “Someone looks very happy this afternoon,” she says in a singsong voice.

  “Someone is very happy. That same someone is not going to give you any det
ails right now.”

  “Ugh. Fine,” she grumbles. “You can at least help me with the salad. Andrew and I had the one from last night for lunch today.”

  I spend the next few minutes slicing up tomatoes and cucumbers while Caroline sets the table. We work in comfortable silence as she hums a happy little tune. She’s pretty proud of herself for getting us back together. I think for a second about reminding her that Jesse and I may have had a little something to do with it, but I think better of it and let her have her moment.

  When we’re both finished getting the food on the table, Caroline calls for the boys to join us and we take our places. She’s at one end of the table and Andrew takes the seat next to her, so Jesse takes the opposite end and I take the last chair. I’m happy to be sitting next to him, but we aren’t seated for more than fifteen seconds when I feel his foot rubbing against my leg. Thank God, these chairs are too far apart for him to do much more because I have a feeling dinner would be very uncomfortable for me if I was within reach of his hands.

  I wink covertly at him, but Caroline’s sharp eyes don’t miss a thing.

  “Whatever you’re doing to her, knock it off!” she demands playfully and throws a dinner roll across the table at him. “I may love the idea of you two being together, but it’s nauseating to sit and watch it at the dinner table.”

  “In that case, I think I’ll keep my foot right where it is,” he replies, catching the roll and taking a huge bite before setting it on his plate.