Black Light_Rocked

by Livia Grant

  “That I can do.”

  Jonah walked to the sink to find she’d already used his now wet toothbrush and paste. Seems Miss Samantha had been up for at least a little while before him.

  He was handing her the warm cloth when he heard the phone ringing in the bedroom. It had been the sound that had woke him up. “Someone’s trying to get ahold of you. Your phone is ringing.”

  She brushed it off a little too quickly. “Oh, I’m sure it’s not important. Just let it go to voicemail.”

  “Who is it, Sam?”

  “How should I know? It’s in the other room.” She was keeping a bit too focused finishing her job. He became suspicious.

  He didn’t know how, but he knew she was lying to him. “Samantha.”

  He didn’t need to say another word. His tone told her he knew. She paused, taking a deep breath before finally looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

  He guessed. “It’s your father again.”

  She shook her head vehemently. “No! It’s not… it’s…” She stalled until he raised his eyebrow. “It’s Megan’s ring. I’m sure she’s worried about where I am.”

  “Why would she worry? Won’t she know you’re with me?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “What aren’t you telling me, Sami?” he pressed.

  “I’m in law school. It’s grueling. I’ve already missed a big test this morning that I didn’t even study for and I’m supposed to be at another class where we had a guest speaker coming in. I’m sure she’s just worried because… well… it’s not like me to skip.”

  Jonah could kick himself. “Dammit, I should have asked you what time you needed to be where today, but you should have brought it up, too.” Jonah turned to start brushing his teeth, while Sam rushed to finish the last of her shaving. She was hurrying towards him as he rinsed.

  “Get dressed,” he instructed.

  “No. I’m not leaving you,” she answered forcefully.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. I’m not leaving you until you have to leave for your concert tomorrow.”

  “Listen, young lady, I thought we discussed this last night. Who’s in charge?”

  She crossed her arms hiding her perfect breasts from him. “I want to renegotiate.”

  “Renegotiate?”

  “Yes,” she confirmed, although a little less confidently.

  “And just when is it you think you should be in charge?”

  Sam’s face lit up, “When you don’t agree with me.” She giggled, disarming him.

  He reached out to pull her against his chest; the feel of her lithe naked body flush against him had his cock filling.

  She must have felt it too because she grinned, “See you don’t want me to leave either.” Sami didn’t play fair, roaming her hands up and down his back, squeezing his ass playfully as she leaned into him.

  Fuck me.

  “You do realize you’re being a very naughty girl, tempting me like this.” He’d said the words playfully, but when he looked down into her caramel brown eyes, he saw her surprised longing. He trusted his gut and pressed further. “You know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”

  He felt her tense in his arms telling him she did indeed know. He wouldn’t press her. Not if she wasn’t ready, but desire to explore with her had him moving his own hands down to cup her ass cheeks in his palms. Her eyes widened.

  “That’s right, you do know. I think you’ve earned your first spanking.”

  She shook her head slightly in protest, but she didn’t say a word. He could see the conflicting desires warring in her eyes. One day, he’d push her harder, but not now. She was a total newbie and he wouldn’t let himself forget that.

  “We have so much to talk about, baby. Like you said, we’ll negotiate, but until we sort through it all, the most important thing to know is that you always need to be honest with me. What you like. What you don’t. What you’ll try. What you won’t. We’ll talk about it all and until we sort through it, you know you can slow anything happening down with a simple ‘yellow’ and I’ll stop with a ‘red’. Got it?”

  After listening, she slowly nodded her head. “I need to hear you, baby. Say the words for me. What word slows things down?”

  “Yellow,” she whispered, almost embarrassed by the intimate topic.

  “Good. And what word stops everything?”

  “Red,” she added breathlessly.

  Jonah led her to the chair only a few feet away. He moved the seat closer to the whirlpool tub, angling it just right for his plans. After he’d taken his seat, he pulled Sam to stand in front of him between his open legs. His heavy cock and balls hung down between his legs and when he looked up at Samantha, he caught her red-handed gawking at his package in the light of day. With each long second that passed, the blood was rushing faster to his appendage, filling it to a rather impressive length and girth.

  Sam looked confused as to what would happen next so he helped her. “You’ll always come to my right side and lay across my lap this way. Do you understand?”

  She nodded again. He countered with, “Verbal answers only.”

  “Yes, sir,” she rushed to answer, but he noticed her slight tremble.

  Christ, she was perfect.

  He gently pulled Sam forward, resting her tummy across his thighs and allowing his erection to press into her from below. He upped the ante. “Reach out and place your palms on the tile next to the tub. I want you to keep your hands there and not move them to try to cover yourself. Do you understand?”

  She hesitated, forgetting to answer until he tapped her bare bottom lightly. “Yes, sir.”

  He grinned as she hustled to obey, stretching out, prone before him, crossing her legs, wiggling in embarrassment. She couldn’t see what a perfect package she made as he looked down on her from above. He must have taken too long admiring her because she eventually craned her neck to look back over her left shoulder, a questioning look on her face.

  “Good girl, Samantha. You just have one small change to make.” He moved his right hand lower, pressing in-between her squeezed thighs. “Open them up for me, baby. Place your toes on the tile and spread your legs apart as far as you can without falling off.”

  Her embarrassed groan was her only complaint as she contorted her body to his specification.

  He admired her perfect, pale white skin on her rounded ass, cupping and squeezing her flesh until he felt her relaxing.

  The first spank was playful, nothing more than a love tap. He felt her body relaxing further, turning herself over to him. There would be plenty of time in their future for harder games. Kinkier play. Harsher punishments. Today was about building trust. About giving his little newbie sub a juicy taste of the lifestyle he prayed she would embrace. He planned on making sure that first taste would be something she’d learn to crave.

  His next volley of spanks were sharper. He spread them around liberally, making sure not to focus on one spot for too long, wanting to give her a nice overall heat versus a burn. When she started to pull her legs together, he stopped long enough to insert his hands between her thighs, pressing until she reopened her legs for him. He rewarded her with several long strokes of his fingers through her wet labia until he again crashed his now wet, open palm harder across her globes. He loved that despite how thin she was, her ass jiggled slightly as it turned a blushing pink.

  Jonah thrust his left hand into her thick, long hair grabbing ahold and yanking her hair hard enough to pull a squeak from her as Sam arched her back beautifully, careful to keep her palms on the tile while she lifted high enough for him to watch her breasts swaying as she wiggled across his lap. Each loud slap to her bottom was like a kick to his groin. Despite them having sex several times in the last twenty-four hours, he ached to be inside her again.

  What surprised him the most was it wasn’t just about the sex. He'd experimented enough to know sex with Sami was the best of his life.

  The addicting part was that he
felt starved for the unique intimacy he’d only found when inside Samantha, watching her face as he brought her pleasure, knowing he was the only man to have seen how special it was. Being her first was so important, but what scared him was that he suspected he wouldn’t be happy unless he was her one and only.

  He was losing control just thinking about some other asshole touching her. Old-fashioned masculine dominance invaded his thoughts until he knew it was time to claim her again.

  Jonah pushed to his feet, lifting his naughty sub up with him, helping her get her feet under her just long enough to hustle her across the room to the vanity where the sink was located. It wasn’t the sink he was interested in, but the huge mirror.

  “Place your hands up close to the glass. Lean over and press your ass out for me.” He helped position her in her prone position, using his bare foot to tap the inside of her feet until she moved her legs apart. He didn’t stop when they were shoulder width. No, he needed her off balance.

  “On your elbows, baby. Lean up.” After she’d obeyed, he pulled her legs wider until her entire now bare pussy was peeking out at him along with the tight little pucker of her asshole. He hadn’t even thought about how much fun he’d be having exploring that uncharted territory on Samantha’s beautiful body. Her spanked ass blushed as bright as the line of blush across her cheeks as she realized he was inspecting her most private part.

  As Jonah stepped closer, he could see the reflection of her perky breasts poking down towards the counter. Their eyes met in the mirror as he stepped up close enough to rub his erection against her punished bottom while he reached forward to pinch her nipples, playing with them until he felt her tits magically hardening.

  She licked her lips nervously watching him in the mirror as he moved his right hand from her tit to slide it between them. The slickness he found confirmed her body was ready for him, but he teased her, dragging his now wet digits back and up. Her eyes widened with shock when he grazed her pucker.

  Sam totally broke pose, shooting to an upright defensive stance in a flat second. He shook his head, clucking disapprovingly. “You broke position. That’s a bad girl.”

  Her eyes dilated at his chastisement, but she didn’t argue. He waited for her to deliver a hard limit for their play, but it didn’t come. Sam looked like she was biting her tongue. He tested her.

  “I won’t be playing with that body part today, but make no mistake. Your ass—every single part of it, inside and out—it’s mine, Samantha.”

  “But…”

  “Yes, your butt,” he agreed with cheer, unable to hide his smile.

  “No, that’s not what I meant.”

  “I know, baby, but it’s what I meant. It’s mine.” Jonah wrapped his arms around her, his hands palming her ass.

  “You mean…” her voice trailed off.

  “Yes, my little innocent. When you’re ready, and it won’t be too long from now, I’m going to stretch your bottom hole until I know you’ll be able to take me fucking you there just like I do your pussy.”

  “What if I don’t want that?” she quizzed him.

  He paused, pretty sure she was just testing him. “What do you think?”

  “I think I’d need to say red if I wanted you to stop.”

  He grinned, “Good girl.”

  “You mean you’d stop?”

  “Sam, I’d be disappointed and I’m going to do my best to convince you to at least give it a try, like I will many much more kinky things, but yes, baby. You say red, I stop. That’s how it works.”

  She let the words sink in before grinning. Without another word, she turned, returning to her splayed out position, a look of excitement on her face.

  Their intermission had done nothing to squelch his need. On the contrary, talk of kinks and ass play had him on the edge. To date, save the night of their reunion when he’d—fuck, raped her—he’d been trying to ease Samantha into his lifestyle. He’d let his Jonah, more gentle, persona resurface to reconnect with his long lost love.

  This morning, he would be introducing Sam to a signature Cash Carter fuck.

  Jonah closed the last inches between them, reaching out with his left hand to yank her head back with his handful of her hair. Sami arched her back giving him a better view of her swaying tits as he lined up his shaft and rammed into her body hard enough that he sent her forehead bouncing into the mirror.

  They both chuckled, but all humor fled as he pulled out and pressed forward harder, deeper. He loved holding her head back far enough that he could see her beautiful neck, bare and laid out for him to lean in and nip at her neck as if he were preparing to bite her and leave his mark.

  It was then that he remembered that once again, they were about to have unprotected sex. He’d lost track of how many times now. He knew they were playing with fire, but he didn’t have the self-control to stop long enough to find a condom in his bag.

  More importantly, he recognized that he didn’t want anything, even a thin barrier, between them. He’d talk to her about birth control pills later.

  Their bodies slapped together hard and fast. He didn’t play fair, reaching his free right hand around her to find her swollen clit as his cock pistoned at a fever pace. Several light taps. A few harder swipes. Sam rocked in his arms, trying to get enough pressure to tip her into her orgasm. He obliged her by pinching her clit so hard she cried out his name just as he felt her cunt squeezing his rod still buried inside her.

  Once she’d come, his thrusts moved to double time. He grabbed her right hip, using his grip to pull her body hard as he thrust forward. Their bodies crashed together, loud slaps and wet suction sounds reverberating off the walls of the bathroom.

  He should pull out, but his need to mark her was too great. He felt his balls constricting and knew it would only be seconds now. He took them across the finish line by lifting his right hand and while he pulled her hair harder, proceeded to crash his palm down on her right ass cheek in time to the beat of their fucking.

  He was too far gone to be playful. He cracked her ass hard, again and again, watching her eyes in the reflection, looking for her panic. He watched for the discipline to be too much, only that never came. What did happen was Samantha’s overwhelmed sexual rant.

  “Holy shit, Jonah!” She was panting, out of breath despite the fact that he was doing all the work. He didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than he was in that moment, but he was wrong. Her nonsensical mumbling of “yes” and “more” spurred him on. He fought to fend off his eruption as long as possible, enjoying her added chanting of “harder” and “faster” as she chased her next climax.

  Samantha screamed his name when she crashed into her next orgasm. He didn’t hold back, shooting jets of warm jizz into her spasming core.

  As soon as he released her hair, she let her upper body fall to the vanity, resting her right cheek on the cool marble while she gasped to catch her breath. He could see how tired she was, yet he enjoyed staying locked inside her as they each came down from their high.

  “Don’t move.” She held her position, watching him in the mirror as he pulled his softening tool out of her sloppy sex, leaving her to go to the sink to prepare a warm cloth. Only when they were cleaned up did he scoop her into his arms and carry her back to bed where she tried to burrow into the covers for a nap.

  Jonah retrieved the remaining cold pizza from the night before, hand feeding Samantha small bites. After the first few, she protested.

  “I’m not hungry,” she groused as she slapped his hand away from her mouth.

  “That’s enough. You can take a nap when you eat one slice.”

  She grumbled but obeyed. When she’d finished her slice, she announced victoriously, “I don’t want any more pizza.”

  Jonah set the plate aside and slid under the covers, pulling her against him so she could use his chest as her pillow. He sure as hell could get used to this.

  He felt her relaxing into her nap.

  “Get some rest, baby. I�
�ll have a proper breakfast of eggs, bacon and pancakes waiting for you when you wake up.”

  Her mumbled groan against his chest made him smile, hugging her closer.

  Yep, I sure as hell could get used to this.

  * * *

  The pounding on the hotel suite door was new.

  Jonah and Samantha had been holed up in the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons for thirty-six glorious hours, but their attempts at shutting out the rest of the world were becoming increasingly difficult.

  It had begun with Samantha’s cell phone starting to ring first thing Monday morning when her friend Megan had been concerned that she’d missed her first class. Unwilling to cut their time short, Jonah had let Sami convince him her grades could withstand missing two days of classes. He suspected she’d quit school that very day if he asked her to, which he was ashamed to admit had crossed his mind. Only the fact that he had a full concert schedule until Christmas Eve helped him force down his urge to drive them to the airport to board a plane to run away to Tahiti.

  By Monday afternoon, Frank’s calls had started. Reports of Jonah being holed up in his suite with the woman he’d jumped from the stage for on Friday night had made it back to Frank. His manager was in full lawyer mode, adamant that Jonah get Sam to sign an NDA and even better, a copy of the relationship contract Frank had created over two years before after one of Jonah’s casual BDSM partners had tried to sue him for abuse after he’d caned her. That little escapade had cost him a pretty penny to legally extricate himself before the police had been brought in to complicate things.

  The only interruption that had been welcome was the stream of in-room dining deliveries that had brought them breakfast, lunch and dinner on Monday along with a hearty breakfast hours before.

  Despite Samantha’s assurances that she was about to burst from eating and drinking too much, Jonah was determined to keep stuffing her to try to put a few pounds on her too-thin frame. He had made it abundantly clear that her days of starving herself to send every penny she could spare to the women’s shelter were now over. She’d resisted until he’d called his financial advisor and authorized a transfer of $50,000 to the shelter in her name. He grinned remembering how she’d then spent the next hour showing her appreciation for his generosity.