by Honey Jans
He tipped back his head and laughed at that, then reached out to snag her arm when she moved away miffed. “Honey, I can be hard any time you say the word. You've got me walking around with a hard-on half the time."
"Really?” She looked down at his bulge for proof. It pleased her to no end that she affected him that way. “I thought it only happened when we kissed."
"Sugar, it happens every time I think about you. Satisfied?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. Let's go.” He took her arm and steered her toward his waiting Harley.
He was in a hurry for her, an excellent sign. Her sex fluttered, as she cast a sidelong glance at him, growing creamy for him. God he was sexy. Come what may, she'd chosen who she trusted, and she wouldn't look back. She'd as good as severed ties with Cordial today, and she didn't regret it, even though she knew there was going to be hell to pay later. Taking away something Cordial wanted was never painless. Cordial desperately wanted Jake as a son-in-law, but not married to her artsy spinster stepchild.
She wasn't thinking in terms of matrimony. She just wanted to have a hot and heavy affair with Jake Randal, get through the next two months until her father was released, and go back to Taos with some warm memories. Although, there could be more. After all, Jake said he could work anywhere. Maybe he could move Scion headquarters to...
No! She absolutely wouldn't let herself go there, wouldn't torture herself with what might be. She'd just enjoy this to the fullest. At least Jake was taking care of the other thorn in her side, Dwain Hawkins.
She stood still, bemused, as Jake put on her helmet, tucking her hair back away from her face. Riding a motorcycle was another new experience. Maybe she should have worn slacks, but it was too late now. Besides, pressing her thong-clad mound against Jake's ass was an intriguing thought. She watched him stash her duffle in the saddlebags, put on his own helmet, and mount the bike.
Cyn felt heat rush through her as she watched the utterly male movement. Her mouth watered. Prying eyes were probably watching, but she didn't care. Let ‘em look, she was through kowtowing to Cordial and her ilk. Jake looked at her, and she slipped onto the back of the bike, gasping when her freshly spanked bottom touched hot leather.
"Put your arms around me, sugar, and hang on tight,” Jake said.
Cyn leaned into him, gasping when her stiff clit bumped against him, and her sex pulsed against the vibrating seat. Oh lord, it was going to be pure pleasure riding with him. She bit back an orgasmic moan as a spasm went though her.
Jake let out a knowing chuckle, saying, “Enjoy it, babe, it's one of the perks of riding with a bad boy."
After the kiss and spanking, she needed to come—bad—and his words threatened to push her over the edge. She plastered herself to his back, her arms wrapped tighter around him, murmuring, “You are a wicked man, Jacob Randal."
He chuckled when her hands drifted down to his erection, and she gasped. “I'm glad I live up to my reputation, Cyn."
Cyn closed her eyes as Jake drove them toward town. All sensation seemed to be focused in her vibrating mound. She whimpered, her sex spasming. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask where he was taking her, but she wanted to prove that she trusted him. Her trust seemed important to him. Besides, she was too distracted by lust to think straight.
"You're dying to know where we're going, aren't you, sugar?"
"Of course not, I trust you,” she stammered, squeezing him tighter, making him groan when she accidentally squished his erection too hard. Damn, but he could read her like a book. He knew her so well; her mind was spinning with the sexy prospects ahead. He'd read chapter seven ... she knew what that meant. “Ah the hell with it. Yes. I admit that I'm curious, but it's not because I don't trust you."
"I appreciate that.” He reached down to slide her hand off his package. “Keep that up, and I'll be out of commission."
"Sorry,” she said, with concern and moved her other hand up off his bulge. Having him not able to perform would be terrible.
"No problem,” he chuckled, pulling up to Branded. He drove around to the rear parking lot, parking next to a big, black SUV.
Chapter 11
A tingle went through her as she gazed at the intriguing erotica shop. Were they picking up some sex toys? This was also new territory. She knew for a fact that Branded did a booming, if clandestine, business. Jake turned off the bike, and turned to look at her with a focused intensity that made her toes curl in her pumps. He'd picked the perfect place to amp up the heat. A shiver of sensual anticipation went through her. “Just what do you have up your sleeve for me, Jacob Randal?"
He grinned, taking her hand and placing it on the burgeoning erection under his jeans. “Don't you mean what have I got in my pants for you?"
"Oh yeah.” She caressed his steely length, thrilled to feel him harden under her touch. “Let me at that bad boy,” she said, reaching for his zipper.
"Later.” He reached out to still her fingers before she could strip him. “Our first stop, a private after hours tour of Branded."
So he wasn't just rushing in to pick up some toys. Cyn cast an intrigued, if wary, glance at Branded. She couldn't take much more stimulation without climaxing. Jake was going to tease her until she came, she could tell by the wicked look in his eye. He was watching her, trying to gauge her reaction. “Sounds lovely,” she said, with a little sigh of surrender, reacting to his steamy gaze, as she dismounted, took off her helmet, and handed it to him. She couldn't back down after her talk of being bold, and she didn't want to.
"That's my little fantasy bad girl.” He leaned forward to give her a slow, hot kiss.
Cyn's heart was beating faster when he broke the kiss and stowed the helmet away. She watched his quick focused motions knowing he was hungry for her; it gave her a little thrill. She leaned toward him like a flower to the sun, and he turned to catch her around the waist, tugging her bodily to him to hold her intimately, as he nuzzled her nape.
"You're making me hard as a pole,” he said, rubbing his erection against her.
Cyn whimpered, her sex pulsing as his hardness tantalized her. “I know, thank you."
He growled, grinding against her. “Never doubt your power over me again."
"Never,” she said with a gasp, as her body caught fire. She knew he could smell her arousal, when she glanced up to see his hard mouth kick up around the edges. She was already so turned on, totally wet and needy, how could she handle more? “I'll get you for sexually teasing me like this, Jake Randal,” she whispered into his ear. His sexy chuckle made her cream even more.
"I'm going to paddle you for that, sugar, and soon."
"Promises, promises,” she complained, rocking her hips against his solid erection, making them both groan. “Why don't you just take me back to good old bungalow six, and fuck me till I can't stand up straight?"
"Enough,” he said, giving her bottom a light spank. “Stop trying to provoke me."
Cyn bit back a moan as his hand lingered on her ass and he stroked her bottom through her clothes. She leaned into his strength, inhaling his masculine scent, overdosing on his essence.
"Come,” he said, setting her back on her heels and taking her arm.
If only she could. She was achingly close to coming and he knew it. Still, she followed him on wobbly legs to Branded's solid metal back security door. Jake punched in a security code on a keypad to gain entrance, and opened the door for her. She let him usher her inside and glanced around curiously. A closed door with Scion, Inc. printed on masking tape was on the left side of the door. Branded, what she could see of it through the safety glass was on the right. Jake really did have an office back here. Why would an upscale businessman choose to work in such obscure setting? It would be a great place to lie low. It reinforced his claim of a quiet undercover investigation of North Star Enterprises and Dwain Hawkins in particular, and soothed any remaining doubts.
He noticed the direction of her stare. “If you need me during the day, come here.
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"A little afternoon sex on your desk,” she teased.
"Anything you want, sugar.” He brushed her hair back off her face.
A heat wave rushed though her as he touched her, and she couldn't help leaning into his strength.
Jake opened the glass door to Branded. An overhead bell tinkled in the empty, still-lit store.
"Looks like you're right, this is a private tour. No customers but us.” She walked inside, relieved to see they were alone.
"Sure thing, sugar. Mack and I do little favors for each other from time to time. The front door is locked, and Mack will be set up for our private showing."
Knowing that his hunky friend was in on her debauchery even if he wasn't here made her sex clench. She gazed at the exotic wares feeling a new sense of naughtiness, taking in the Aladdin's Treasure Chest of Erotic Merchandise. The fairytale godmother's magic bag had nothing on this. She wanted one of everything. Just the possibilities to rock Jake's world intrigued her. Her dazzled gaze flicked from the lingerie, to the vibrators, to what looked like paddles and floggers, oh my...
"Are you ready to shop, bad girl?” Jake said, coming up behind her.
Cyn leaned back against him, her pussy throbbing as she pressed her hot ass against him, loving the feel of his erection pressing into her. “Oh yeah, I'm more than ready, Jake."
"Excellent,” Jake broke the contact to pick up a basket, and thrust it at her. “We'll need to get you a wide assortment of toys of course..."
"Of course,” she murmured, clutching the basket, not knowing what to grab first.
"This way,” he said, edging her to the left.
Cyn frowned as he directed her to a rack of stubby, funny looking dildos. Then she read the labels—butt plugs. Her face heated as she took in the wide variety of sizes. “So many."
Jake grinned, and pulled three off the rack to add to the basket, explaining, “We need assorted sizes to get you ready for my cock, because I'm kind of big."
"Believe me, I noticed,” she said, watching him pop two tubes of flavored gel into the basket.
"The lube goes with them. I want your rose nice and creamy for me, just like your cunt."
She moaned, spasming where she stood as he talked dirty to her. She hoped he'd make good on his promise to take her ass. So far, he'd been nothing but a tease.
Jake eased her away from him. “We need to get some edible love gel so you can taste me."
Now that got her attention. She looked at all the flavors, picked out strawberry and coconut, added them to her basket, and glanced at the tantalizing bulge in his pants. He was going to let her taste him—she could hardly wait.
Jake grinned, letting her ogle him for a moment, then took her elbow and led her to the display of vibrators. He leaned back against the wall, gazing at her with curiosity. “Pick two, sugar. I guarantee you that you'll like it when I use them on you."
She didn't doubt it for a minute. Cindy stared at them for a moment, her eyes widening at the diversity, as she checked out natural veined lifelike models to others neon colored with intriguing clitoral bump outs. They came in all shapes and sizes. Running her hands over them made her feel sultry and ache to come. One even had double prongs. With her sex wet and aching, she grabbed a large red one, labeled “The Stud", thinking it almost matched Jake's cock. Then she went for a smaller duck shaped one for bathtub fun.
"Excellent choices.” Jake picked out a little one from the end of the rack.
She made a moue of complaint. “It's so small,” she whispered. “It's for your ass,” he said, stroking her bottom through her clothes, his hand shaping the globes of her ass before venturing in between...
"Ah,” she blushed. Cyn gasped, her legs shaking as he teased her with his hands. If only he'd pop some batteries in her stud ... or better yet unzip his pants. They were alone, nobody would see.
He gave her a playful swat, and steered her toward the racks of lingerie in a rainbow of different colors. “How about some nice lingerie?"
"Lovely,” she said, looking at the beautiful assortment. She popped a black satin garter belt and matching fishnet stockings into her basket. They reminded her of something a film noir femme fatale might wear, and Jake liked them; she could tell by his pleased expression. “I'll model them for you."
"How about these, too?” He held up blue satin crotchless panties and a matching cut out bra.
Her eyes widened when she looked at the adventurous lingerie. They were like something out of a fifties men's magazine; they were perfect. “I think they're barely legal, and just what I need,” she said, with a matching grin.
"Not to worry, I have a friend on the force.” He added the bra and panties to her basket with a wink.
Cyn quivered inside when she imagined herself modeling them for Jake. Alone in his bedroom, he'd take her over his knee and spank her until she came. She squeezed her legs together at the randy thought.
"Let's go try out the paddles for size.” He steered her toward the display.
Cyn throbbed as he walked her around the corner and she caught sight of the spanking bar pulled out from the wall, and red paddles already laid out on top of the padded leather bench. Oh my, this was it. She shivered with delight, both turned on and embarrassed, as Jake reached behind her to unzip her dress. He licked her nape, flicking her dress straps off her shoulders one by one, as Cyn moaned, having to fight from coming. She had to wait. The dress slid off her with a hiss to pool at her feet, leaving her standing in only her underwear. Her nipples went instantly stiff, along with her clit.
"I promised you a paddling,” he said, nibbling on her ear.
Cyn whimpered with need as his warm breath stirred the tendril at her sensitive nape. He could be such a tease. Why did he prolong this aching need? He moved back, and she cried out, bereft.
"Take off your bra and panties, sugar, and bend over the bar, if you want the paddle."
Trembling with need and apprehension, she bit her lip, and reached back to unhook her bra. It came loose, and the sound of Jake's rasping breath made her giddy. She slowly lowered the garment, teasing him, hearing him growl, and let it fall. Then she reached for the waistband of her thong, slowly inching it down the curve of her ass before stepping out of them. She smiled and picked them up, draping them over the end of the bar, saying designingly, “Another souvenir perhaps?"
"Don't press your luck sugar, or my patience. Over the bar now."
Cyn draped herself over the padded bar all joking over, and gasped when her abdomen pressed against the leather. Her ass was arched out toward Jake, exposed, and her breasts dangled, hanging free. She gasped when Jake ran a hot caress over her flanks, straightening her form, arching her ass out a little more. He toed her feet apart with a light nudge of his cowboy boots, and she moaned, her sex fluttering. When he laid the broad leather paddle against her ass, letting it rest there, she closed her eyes with a moan. He lifted the paddle and she started to tense but he brought it down so quickly with a teasing smack he caught the bottom of her ass unprepared. She yelped, as heat bloomed in its wake, and opened her eyes. Mack was leaning against the counter watching her, a steamy look in his eye. She gasped. “He's..."
"Watching you get it, bad girl."
The paddle came down with another teasing smack. She whimpered, needing more. Her sex rippled, her nipples budded tight, her breasts jiggling.
"See how hot you're making him?"
"Yes,” she said with a squeak, watching Mack unzip his pants, and pull out his already stiff cock to jack off. She couldn't look away from the sight, as Jake rained teasing smacks against her ass. Mack's twitching cock was almost as big as Jake's, hard and red.
"Now, smile for him, Cyn. Show him that you like being watched while you're paddled,” Jake ordered.
"She's not doing it,” Mack said, giving her a shrug as Jake laid into her harder.
Moaning, her sex spasming, Cyn froze, gasping out, “I can't,” her breasts jiggling as Jake heated her ass with the paddle
. Mindless with need, she cupped her breasts playing with the nipples and spasmed as Jake landed a blow to her mound. She watched Mack's cock twitch, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow. Then Jake let up and she whimpered in protest, on the edge of coming. “Oh please...” she sobbed.
"What do you want, Cyn?” Jake demanded.
"Please spank me some more, sir."
"In front of Mack?"
"In front of the whole town. I don't care."
She locked sultry gazes with Mack, seeing his understanding smile, and smiled back at him.
"She's being a good girl now,” Mack called out.
Cyn let out a sigh of surrender as Jake started spanking her harder. She was lost, moaning as her sex tightened and her pussy quivered. Her clit rubbed against the bar with each spank, and she came with a scream as Jake continued to spank her. When her after-spasms ebbed, she opened her eyes to see Mack tuck his hard-on back in his pants with a wince. He walked over, the bulge under his pants was huge, his gaze hot.
"Only for you, pal,” he said to Jake, giving him a high five as he walked behind her. Jake went to the front and handed him the paddle.
Jake caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Stay down, sugar,” Jake said, gruffly, “You're not done yet."
Cyn moaned, wondering if she could take much more, as he rolled her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them, making her gasp with strong after-spasms.
"That was hot as hell,” Mack said, touching her stinging bottom. “And so is your ass. He gave you quite a paddling, didn't he, girl?"
Cyn gasped, unable to stop leaning into the other man's caress. She nodded.
