Demanding Satisfaction [Satisfaction, Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  “Did you fuck Quin on your date today?”

  Jules felt herself blushing. “No, but I might on our date tomorrow. Blake, I have decided not to rush into anything. If you can’t deal with the fact that I am not ready for an exclusive relationship, then we have to stop right now.”

  “Brave words from a woman with my fingers in her pussy.” He started moving his thumb in circles over her clit and she started losing track of the conversation again. “Come for me, kitten!” He commanded as he curled his fingers against her G-spot and pressed down hard on her clit.

  Jules found herself exploding, bucking wildly in his arms, and he held her tight with his left arm while his right hand continued to wring wave after wave of pleasure from her.

  Chapter 6

  Jules woke up slowly as the memories of being in Blake’s lap and him wringing that amazing orgasm from her came flooding back to her. It had been the best orgasm ever. She could feel her clit throbbing at the memory and reached down to touch it and found her arm couldn’t move. She tried the other one and her eyes flew open as she realized that they were restrained above her head and to the side, presumably to a headboard. She tried to move her feet. They moved up and down and back and forth, but her legs were wide apart and she couldn’t bring them together no matter how hard she tried.

  She heard a masculine chuckle as she tried to look down but couldn’t lift her head far enough.

  “Spreader bar, kitten.”

  She felt the bed dip and looked over to see a shirtless Blake sitting beside her holding a bottle with a straw protruding.

  “Sports drink, Jules. I don’t want you to get dehydrated. I’m far from finished with you.”

  He placed one hand behind her head and with the other, held the straw to her mouth. Jules realized how thirsty she was and drained half the bottle before taking a break.

  “Good girl. One more sip and then we’ll get started.”

  “Started?”

  “I believe I told you early exactly what I wanted to do to you, didn’t I?”

  “Uh, you wanted to tie me to your bed and give me lots of orgasms?” she suggested, her tone hopeful.

  “Oh, you remember that part, do you? Have you forgotten that I said I was going to torment you first and make you beg?”

  “I thought you already did that, Sir?”

  “Oh, kitten. That was just a taste of what’s to come. Still thirsty?”

  Jules nodded. He held the straw up to her mouth and she drained the bottle. Then he gently laid her head on the pillow.

  “What about you, Sir?”

  “Me?”

  “I’ve come already, but you haven’t.”

  “Are you offering to suck my cock, kitten?”

  Jules blushed and nodded again.

  “Words, kitten. If you can’t say what you want, I can’t, I won’t give it to you.”

  “May I suck your cock, Sir?” She knew her face was beet red now, but she was determined not to back down. She had wasted two years on a fantasy. Now she had the real thing, and she was going to make sure she made every second count. It was too soon to know if this was going to last, but it wasn’t going to end because she held back.

  “Oh my, sweet kitten. Thank you for the offer, but the first time I come with you, it’s going to be inside your hot pussy. Besides, I rubbed a couple out while you were sleeping, so I’ll be able to last while I torment you. Not to worry, though. You will have many opportunities to suck my cock in the future. In fact, I’ll demand it.”

  He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, which was not what she wanted, not at all, and she pouted, showing her displeasure.

  “Now, now. The Dom’s always right. If you pout like that, I’ll draw out your torture longer.”

  “Sadist!”

  “Yes, I am. But not the kind who liked to dish out severe pain. I’m all about control. Your body and your orgasms are mine when you are with me and I have total control over them. If we were in a relationship, I would have total control at all times. So you think about that. If we were together, you would not be able to touch yourself without permission or orders. Your body would be mine unless I ordered otherwise.”

  Jules lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to be his. She was startled out of her daydream when she felt him lifting her legs. They were still bound to the leg spreader. He was bending her knees and pushing her feet back. Then he fastened the spreader to a chain that was attached to the headboard. He fastened it at both ends and then stood back to study the effect. She knew her pussy was spread wide open and her legs were so far back, even her asshole was visible to him.

  She watched as he reached up to adjust the spreader bar, moving her ankles even further apart. She wiggled, seeing how much give she had. Immediately, he smacked her ass.

  “No moving.”

  He could see her watching him. He undid his pants and stepped out of them before peeling off his black boxer briefs. His thick, hard cock bobbed free. It was huge, or maybe it just seemed that way. Then he deliberately reached for a box of condoms and pulled several out and threw them on the pillow beside her head.

  “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested.”

  Blake felt a bolt of pure lust surge through him.

  “Me, too, baby. The testing part, not the pill. I guess we can dispense with these, then.” He chuckled as he tossed the condoms back in the box. She found herself laughing too, but she stopped when he pulled up another restraint she hadn’t seen before and looped it around her thigh with Velcro and then repeated the process on the other side. She was well and truly bound now, unable to do more than wiggle her fingers and flex her feet.

  “No, that’s better. You get no safe word tonight because this is all about pleasure. Pleasure withheld and pleasure forced. No significant pain, so no need for a safe word, unless you cramp or something. Then just yell out what’s wrong. Now, no speaking unless something hurts that shouldn’t hurt or I’ll gag you. You can moan and purr and make any sound that doesn’t include words unless you are ready to beg me for an orgasm. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And remember, no coming without permission.”

  Then he settled himself between her thighs and licked.

  * * * *

  Blake felt her jump beneath his tongue, but she didn’t say anything. She just let out a long moan which turned into something more when he licked her again. Grabbing both of her thighs, he ran his tongue between her spread labia, skirting her red and swollen clit, circling her pussy and heading all the way down to her puckered opening. He circled it, but left it for now. He was getting her mouth and her pussy first. He’d leave her ass for Quin. But next time, next time he’d sink his cock deep in that hole, maybe more than once. It didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her there a little.

  He swirled his tongue around her puckered rosette once, twice, licking the honey that had dripped down from her pussy. Then he licked his way back up to the source. She tasted so good. He stiffened his tongue, folding it, and pressed inside. He was rewarded with another moan and her pussy tried to clamp down on him. Laughing, he pushed his tongue as deeply as he could, and then swirled it inside her, gathering up her cream.

  Pulling out, he swirled his tongue around her entrance and was rewarded by her wail of longing. Laughing, he made his way north to her clit. It looked redder and more swollen that it did before. Reaching out with his tongue, he delicately touched it for just a second and saw her jump. Then he used the flat of his tongue and gave it a good firm swipe and she groaned loudly. Inspired, he closed his mouth over the swollen bud and suckled strongly. This time she screamed wordlessly and her spine arched.

  He suckled again as the begging started.

  “Please, please, please let me come. Please. Blake.”

  “Soon.”

  “Bastard!”

  “Your bastard!”

  He pulled his mouth away from her clit and was pleased to notice mor
e honey spilling out of her pussy. He licked it up and then pressed his tongue back inside to scoop up more.

  “Please!”

  “Soon, baby. Soon. Just hold on a little longer.”

  She whimpered but he could tell she was trying to obey. He decided he wouldn’t torture her any longer. Sliding up her body, he triggered the quick release of the spreader bar and pressed his cock to her entrance before surging all the way inside her in a single thrust.

  Then he braced himself on his elbows and looked down into her pleading eyes.

  “Come!”

  * * * *

  Jess felt her orgasm roaring through her like an out-of-control freight train. She knew she screamed and bucked hard against him, but he held her down and fucked her hard, pumping inside her like a madman, riding her hard. Her body responded with wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her without a pause, like a tsunami battering the helpless coastline. She’d never been multi-orgasmic before, but now it was like one orgasm bled into another as he continued thrusting, changing up the angle occasionally so that no part of her pussy was being neglected. It was like he was trying to make up two years of waiting in a single mind-blowing fuck. And then he was holding himself deep and she could feel his release as rope after rope of hot cum shot up inside her.

  She found herself screaming as he reached between their bodies and one final, almost painful, orgasm roared through her as he collapsed on top of her, seemingly as spent as she was. He pushed himself up on his elbows and reached down to unfasten the restraints holding her legs and thighs and then reached up and unfastened her wrists.

  Then he pulled her close, spooning her from behind. She realized that she still was wearing leather wrist and ankle cuffs and nothing else and it all felt deliciously sexy. She wiggled back against him and was rewarded by the feel of his hardening cock pressed against her butt.

  “Did you pop some Viagra or something?”

  She was rewarded with a sharp smack on her ass.

  “Behave. I can’t help it if my cock wants to make up for two years of lost time. By my calculations, you owe me at least fifteen hundred orgasms, and I plan on collecting each and every one.”

  “Tonight?” She heard her voice squeak the word out and then heard his laugh as he pulled her tight against him. She could feel as well as hear his chuckle.

  “I guess I can spread them out over a few weeks.”

  She felt him moving and then she was on her back and he was on top of her, his cock sliding in, lubed by the remains of his last orgasm. In contrast to the last time, this time he was slow and gentle as he balanced on his elbows as he moved inside her, pressing all the way in and the pulling almost all the way out before pausing and pressing back in again.

  Her orgasm built slowly this time as each stroke of his cock pushed her just that much further toward climax. She was getting closer and closer when he stopped, looking down at her. Then he lowered his head and captured her lips. He was gentle, not ravaging her mouth this time. He took his time, releasing her lips to kiss her forehead, her eyelids and then along her jawline to her neck before returning to her mouth.

  She kissed him back, emboldened enough to press her tongue into his mouth. His tongue engaged hers and soon she was lost to the rising passion, her hips flexing, pressing against his, trying to get him to move again.

  “Trying to take charge, kitten?”

  “Yes, please, Blake. I need you to move. I need to come again!”

  “Luckily for you, kitten, I need to come again too.”

  And then he was moving inside her again, and she dropped her head back against the pillow, her eyes almost rolling back in her head as she felt him deliberately drag the head of his cock slowly against her G-spot. Her climax was building faster now, like a roller coaster that had just crested the peak, and she was roaring down the other side, screaming as wave after wave of pressure roared through her.

  Soon he was with her, but this time, he pulled out and sat up on his heels. Reaching down, he milked his cock, and they both watched as rope after rope of milky cum shot out onto her thighs and belly and breasts, marking her in the most primitive way a man can mark a woman, his woman.

  * * * *

  A hot shower and two more climaxes later, Jules woke up with a strong need to pee. Slipping out of Blake’s arms, she tiptoed into the bathroom and then back again to the bed. It must be dawn and she could see the light just starting to warm the edges of the blinds. Blake had rolled onto his back and the sheet had come off and in the dim morning light, she could see his body and study and appreciate it. She could see the scar on his right thigh from when he’d been gored by an unhappy bull, and another on his side where he’d had his appendix out. She remembered rushing him to the emergency room and pacing outside the surgery, waiting for word.

  She felt a surge of feeling. Did she love him? She’d thought of him as a friend for so long. She’d thought she loved him as a friend, and maybe a part of her did, but now there was something more involved. She felt a surge of feeling. Could it be love, real romantic love she was feeling for Doc? Was it too soon? She’d been in love with Owen for so long, but maybe that was just habit and this was the real thing. All she knew for sure was that she was going to find out.

  She looked at his sleeping body. She could study his cock for the first time. It was soft, but still impressive as it lay to one side and exposed his heavy balls. Without stopping to think, she crawled onto the bed until she was kneeling beside his groin. Leaning down, she took him into her mouth and suckled lightly. He groaned in his sleep, but didn’t awaken. His cock, on the other hand, responded immediately, growing hard and thick and long in his mouth.

  She ran her tongue lightly around the head of his cock and then across his already weeping slit before she opened her mouth and swallowed the head into her mouth. She reached up and circled his shaft with her hand, pulling down as she suckled lightly.

  He moaned and she looked up, seeing Blake awake and looking down at her, his eyes glittering with arousal. Maintaining eye contact, she sucked harder and was rewarded as his back arched and he moaned his pleasure. She did it again and again, and each time he moaned. Then she opened her mouth, softening her jaw, and sucked him in as deeply as she could, cupping his warm balls with her hand before returning her hands to his rigid shaft. Then she started suctioning hard as she pulled her mouth up and pulled her hand down, in perfect rhythm, until she saw his balls draw up and she could feel his cock twitch in her mouth. Then she took it in as deeply as she could, sucking hard as she felt the first rope of cum shooting down her throat. Again and again, she used her hand to milk every last drop out of him until he was done. Then she licked him clean and kissed her way up his body until she was lying on top of him, kissing his neck and then his jaw and then his mouth.

  Then she got comfortable as he held her close and went back to sleep.

  Chapter 7

  She didn’t get to enjoy the morning with Blake. It seemed like she’d just closed her eyes when his phone rang. An emergency out at the Double S. Another mare in labour.

  He kissed her cheek as she snuggled under the covers. When she next awoke, she was starving and the light was streaming in the window. It was almost eleven. Damn, but she hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. She stretched and hopped out of bed. She had to get ready for her next date. Frowning, she realized that she wasn’t sure when that date started. She was assuming it was a dinner date since they’d already had lunch, but she wasn’t absolutely sure.

  She needed a shower and food, not necessarily in that order, but she should get home. Looking at her dress, which Blake had helpfully draped over a chair, and her shoes, which were neatly lined up beside the chair, she sighed. She was going to have to do the walk of shame. She just hoped she didn’t run into anyone she knew, which was, unfortunately, just about everyone in Satisfaction.

  But given the time and the fact that it was Monday, maybe they’d all be at work.

  * * * *

/>   She’d made it all the way to her front door without seeing anyone, but then she noticed the motorcycle in her driveway. Sighing, she knew it could only belong to one person, even though she’d never seen him driving it.

  She walked, or rather limped, up the path to her front porch. Those shoes were hot, but not made for walking. Even before she walked up the three front steps, she could see Quin on the rocker with his booted feet up on the railing while he chugged a bottle of water.

  “About time you got here!” He stood at her approach and then leaned down to gently kiss her on the lips. “Walk of shame, huh? I guess the Doc’s got some smooth moves that I never would have suspected. Now get a move on. It’s my turn and I’m starving!” He swatted her on the ass and then followed her into the house.

  * * * *

  Quin watched as Jules limped up the path. She looked so hot in her black dress and sky-high heels. She also looked well-fucked and happier than he’d ever seen her. He felt a twist of jealousy churning in his gut, but he also felt happy for Blake. Good for Doc. He deserved some happiness, although that didn’t mean Quin was giving up.

  He decided to play it cool. He greeted her at the top of the stairs with a soft kiss and a little gentle teasing. Then he swatted her on the ass in a friendly way and followed her into the house. Looking around, he saw a living room that exactly reflected the woman in front of him. It was warm and inviting and totally feminine without being cloying or cutesy. He walked over to the couch and settled down, grabbing the remote control and turning on the forty-inch television.

  He flipped channels as he spoke.

  “Jeans and track shoes and get going. Candy’s making us a picnic and I told her we’d pick it up at 11:30, which means we have fifteen minutes to get there. And don’t worry about the bike. I brought you a spare helmet.”