The Elusive Jillian Wilson (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Lynn Ray Lewis

  She picked up a few of the anal plugs and then grinned when she held up the largest one in the collection. She cocked her head at him and grinned. “I can only imagine. No, I don’t want to imagine that, not at all. Should I ask where your sub is hiding?”

  Jillian tossed the plug back into the drawer and covered the top of the bench. “I can see that we need to talk.” She walked to him and took his big hand in hers then led him out of the room and into the living room and settled on the couch sideways, hoping to get some things straight between them.

  “You were kind enough to tell me about your family, but I never told you about mine. My parents have a Dom/sub relationship. To this day she will wait for him by the door with her collar and his favorite drink when he comes home. I found out about the strange way they behaved when I was in middle school. I was supposed to be at a friend’s house overnight, but she got grounded, so our overnighter was canceled.

  “Mom got home from work late, and she was in the shower before I could tell her I was home. So while I waited in my room, I fell asleep until the strangest noises I ever heard coming from my mother woke me up. I got quite an education that night. When you are fourteen and watching your mother beg your father to fuck her in her pussy while he is wearing out a paddle on her ass, it is definitely an eye opener.

  “I went back to my room and stayed there until they went to bed. Then I snuck into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and a soda. When I turned around my parents were there looking at me. They must have known that I saw at least part of what happened because they looked at each other and Mom took me back to my room and explained their role-playing and Mom-and-Dad time.

  “We never spoke of it again, and I was okay with it as long as she enjoyed it. When I got my first laptop, I snuck into their room and swiped one of the DVDs that was in a drawer with their sex toys and watched the Doms and subs. It was the first time I actually thought about having sex. When I saw a woman being petted by her Dom and then watched her getting a spanking over his knee, I masturbated to my first orgasm.

  “Since then I wanted to try the spanking thing but never found a guy that I could trust with something so personal. After all, it is not something you can just bring up in conversation while your prom date is ejaculating before he even takes your virginity.” Jillian ruefully remembered that night and smirked at her seventeen-year-old horny self.

  “Now I always send my parents little gifts on their anniversary and birthdays. Last year I sent my dad a new riding crop and my mom a set of nipple clamps. It makes my dad blush when he opens the packages, and my mom tells me that I need to stop picking on the man.

  “So, what I am trying to tell you in a roundabout way is that you don’t need to dismantle your playroom, and you can invite your sub for a thorough ass whipping anytime, and it won’t bother me. I will find a place to live hopefully soon, and then you can resume your lifestyle.”

  Vince was certain he had not heard her correctly. Far from being disgusted and calling him a pervert or worse, she was accepting of his sexual kink. Her parents were a practicing Dom/sub couple who had enjoyed a long, happy relationship. And she admitted an interest in such a relationship herself.

  “Let me get this straight, you have not found someone you can trust to introduce you to a Dom/sub relationship?”

  Jillian nodded her head, blushing. “Not that it is your business, but yes, I have looked. The only man I even considered settling down in a relationship with wanted to have the right to collect my paycheck, and when I got home from work, I was to be naked from the front door until the next morning when I could fix his breakfast and then get ready for work. He wanted me on my knees ready to service his needs at any time. I am not wired to be a slave to a deadbeat that felt I should do all the work and entertain him at the drop of his hat. I refused his kind offer to move in with me and use me like that. That is when he got mad and took his belt to me and tore my skin with the thing. He is in jail for assault and battery right now and will be there for another three years. I will not fall for a handsome face and charming smile again.

  “I never even knew that he was into sadistic kink. All that time I spent with him having a very mundane sex life was such a waste. I wanted a family, children, and a husband. I was shocked when after dinner one night he told me about his plans. Stupid me, thinking he was going to propose marriage, until he said he wanted to make certain that I knew my place as a woman in his life, and that I would fall into his plans.

  “I talked to my mother about what he said. She explained to me the roles and told me not to settle for just any man and be miserable just for the desire to have kids. She told me that children should be born to people who love each other, not just tolerate one another. She was right. I was building him into my dream. I was ignoring the truth. I wanted the family life, the house, the dog, and soccer practice. He wanted the easy life.

  “Since the fiasco with Curtis, I have not stayed in one place long enough to form a relationship with another man. Someday I might find the right man. Until then I am doing all right on my own.”

  Vince couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her close for a quick hug and set her back where she was. “Thank you for the explanation. I know how hard our innermost secrets can humiliate us when they come to light. But you should know a few things about me, too.

  “I am not a big Dominant/sub follower. I don’t want to own another person. That is way too much work. I like to play at dominating, not live the lifestyle. Just the thought of having to make all the decisions for another adult is beyond anything I can comprehend. I want someone to talk to, to fight with. Someone who lives to kiss my feet, or ass all of the time is ridiculous. I get enough of that at work. No way would I tolerate it at home, too.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I have Dom tendencies, and I have often been a frequent visitor at a couple of clubs around the world. I do know how to use everything in the spare room without harming my partner accidently. I never hurt a sub just for the fun of it. A good Dom gives the sub what they need. Unfortunately, most true subs need way too much time each day or week. Time that I am not willing to give.

  “That toy room is for play only. Don’t get me wrong, I simply love to paddle a beautiful ass, and even flog a woman, and clamp her nipples. There is nothing more beautiful than watching a woman enjoy the things I do sexually. I have never wanted to hurt a woman seriously, or to break one to my hand.

  “If you ever need your pretty ass spanked, I am the man for the job. If you are looking for something more intense, I will just have to pass.

  “Now, if I don’t take down the rack in the spare room, I will be stuck with a new mattress and an old one, too, in my bedroom. I planned to take the rack and bench with all the rest to the farmhouse any way. I’ll make you a deal, you help me dismantle the playroom, and I will allow you to help set it back up in the basement at the farmhouse.”

  Jillian grinned and told him it was a deal.

  They worked together, taking his metal monster down, and then they packed all of the sex toys into a large, rolling suitcase. The room’s contents were stacked into the corner in the living room.

  “If you are not a big, bad Dom, then why do you have all of this serious stuff?” Jillian held up an evil-looking rat-tailed whip. “I mean, I can see some of this stuff in use for play, but this looks like it could do some serious damage if you don’t know what you are doing or practice using it anyway?”

  Vince blushed, and Jillian laughed. “Come on, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

  “I own an import company, that means I get freebees all the time. This room looked too empty, so I decorated it a little with a few extras. I thought it would add to the dungeon look for play, but this room is what it is, a bedroom in a condo. It has white walls. Have you ever seen a picture or read a book that described a dungeon as pristine white? I have never brought a woman in here before because I didn’t want her to laugh at my dungeon.”

  Vince tried to keep a straight face, tried
to look sorrowful, but the look gave Jillian reason to laugh so hard that she sat down on the light-blue carpeting and laughed until the tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks.

  “Yes, as a dungeon owner I am a pitiful example. I know it, and you don’t have to rub it in. My ego can’t take too many blows, you know. I have a fragile, delicate type of psyche.” That set her off laughing again. Vince liked watching her and hearing her full-bellied laughter. She was so pretty that he wanted to keep her laughing like that always.

  When the room was empty, they took turns showering and met in the kitchen for a nightcap. The conversation flowed easily now. Sharing so much of themselves seemed to have broken the awkwardness that had been present before.

  “I am ready to go to bed. Today has been wonderful and fun, but I need my beauty sleep.” Jillian would have offered to sleep on the couch, but he followed her to the bedroom and grabbed a pillow from the bed and eyed the comfortable place he normally slept.

  Jillian felt sorry for him. “Look, it is a big bed, and if you promise not to roll over on top of me and squish me like a bug you can sleep in here with me. No funny business. Just sleeping okay?”

  Vince tried to look innocent, but he didn’t wait to be invited twice. He wanted this woman. Her heart and independent streak made him want to explore the possibilities of a relationship with her. Given their history, it was a miracle that she would stay in the vicinity with him without a suit of armor.

  She did say that she would love to have a little boy like Eli Darling. Vince thought about it and knew that he wanted a few of those little people. Maybe she could be convinced that giving him her trust wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

  Vince woke up a few hours later and found that she was plastered to his side with a leg over his thigh and her arm slung across his wide chest. Her soft hair tickled his nose when he lightly kissed the top of her head before he pulled her closer and fell back to sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Jillian woke slowly and stretched before she opened her eyes. When she got a mouthful of chest hair as she yawned, her eyes popped open. What the…She was wrapped around Vince like ivy on a tree. Her knee felt an impressive appendage of hard flesh, and she knew it would take very little to slide her body over his big, hard body and slide her sodden pussy over that thick cock, taking him deep inside. She wondered what he would say if she took control and rode him to the rhythm her body was beginning to demand.

  The little imp inside told her to go for it. At least you are not picking him up in a bar somewhere, and fucking him after knowing him a few hours. You know him, you like him. He seems to like you. She let her hand run over his hairy chest and trailed down his stomach, lightly touching. It had been so long since she had been held or held a man’s body like this. She let her lips trail over his collar and neck. The arm behind her shoulders slowly pulled her torso over his chest and masculine lips found her mouth, teased, and licked at her lips until she opened to his invading tongue.

  One big hand pulled her thigh over his hips, and both hands cupped her ass, rubbing her over his thick cock. Her panties were snapped from one side, and one of his hands reached between them to pull his boxers down just far enough to release his cock. The wide, thick spearhead slid into her wet hole with only a small push of his hips.

  Her entrance was so slick that his cock had no problem sliding between her labia until he was halfway in. His cock was stretching her tunnel, and the moans coming from her throat goaded him on. If he didn’t get inside her soon it would be all over for him. He pushed her up until her hands found his chest and belly to support her torso. Vince cupped her breasts and played with the areolas and nipples, lightly twisting them and plucking at the tips while she worked her hips until she had his cock seated deeply inside her wet depths.

  Jillian cried out and started to ride him, slowly sliding down and pulling up with a snap of her hips each time. “Yes, uh-huh, oh yes.” She was talking to her body and his. It didn’t matter she was right where she wanted to be, impaling her wet pussy on his hard cock. He filled her so well, and the slight stretch enhanced the feeling deep inside. “Oh, oh god.”

  Vince watched his wide cock disappear, and then she would pull back up. The sight was driving him crazy. The sexy sounds of her pleasure almost made him come without her. No way was he going to let that happen. He pinched her nipples harder and felt the answering flutters of her vaginal muscles rippling over his cock.

  When he dropped one hand to her clit and wiggled his finger over the little hidden muscle, she came apart. He felt her passage grabbing his cock, clenching down tightly as her orgasm pulled him under with her. He pumped jet after jet of hot semen deep inside her clenching pussy and yelled her name as he came. She collapsed onto his chest, and he rubbed his hands over her back in long strokes down over the cheeks of her ass and up to her neck.

  She moaned and relaxed completely, draped over his chest.

  If she didn’t have to go to the bathroom, she would not mind lying here for hours. He had a magnificent body, strong and thickly muscled with just the right amount of body hair. She had no idea how this would end, and right at this moment there was not a spark of regret for this morning’s lovemaking. His hands were stroking her back with just the right amount of pressure as she let her hands explore his chest and shoulders.

  Vince rolled with her until she was under him. He held his weight off of her with his elbows planted on either side of her shoulders then leaned down to steal a sweetly satisfying kiss.

  “That is the way to wake up on a Sunday morning. A warm woman attacking my helpless body and using me to satisfy her insatiable sexual needs, I could get used to this.” Vince trailed light kisses along her jaw and under her ears.

  “How about we share a shower and then find something interesting to do today?”

  * * * *

  They ended up loading the spare bedrooms contents into the back of a silver-gray SUV, one of Vince Oliver’s personal vehicles that he rarely had the opportunity to drive himself.

  When Jillian saw the Bentley sitting next to the SUV she grinned. “Status symbol? That vehicle cost more than most people’s homes. Does it impress the ladies? You can save a lot of money taking them out to dinner by just driving them around in the car and letting them do the beauty queen wave to everyone they see,” she teased him.

  “You just keep that up and you will be getting that spanking we discussed yesterday.” Vince growled at her even if his face did turn a bit red.

  She grinned and went back to pick up the boxes that had been stored in the closet and brought one out for him to pack in with the rest of the stuff. “Two more boxes and then that is all that’s left to get out of the room. What do you have in these things? Rocks?”

  “Close, those are the files from my first two years of taking over the company. Most of them are handwritten or typewritten. The old computers that came with the business were so old that they still had real floppy disks and cassette tapes. The third box has what few files and records that I could find when I walked into the building and announced that I was the new boss.

  “That was a laugh. The old lady that was secretary, receptionist, and general office manager told me to get my ass out there and find some business or I would be bossing an empty desk soon. My parents had neglected the business for so long that there was exactly three thousand dollars and twenty-six cents left of my inheritance and half of that was owed to the office dragon Francine in back pay.

  “I had a warehouse full of stuff that had gone out of style and a panel truck with the company logo painted on the door and no gas in the tank.

  “I spent weeks going through that warehouse trying to find something worth enough to keep the company floating for a month or two. That was when I found an entire four shipping crates full of eggshell china, crystal wine glasses, and artwork from Asia pre–World War 1. Jade carvings, ivory doodads and pipes, you name it the crates were full of one-of-a-kind things.

  Then I contacted some of the
best auction houses in New York and London. I sent photographs of a few of the most distinctive pieces, and they were excited. One of the jade dragons sold for a half million dollars, and the crystal clock sold for a hundred grand. All together those two places generated enough cash for me to get the company back on solid ground.

  “It took a while, and it was hard work. The Bentley was a trade-off. I had a client that was low on cash and needed to buy something for his anniversary. His wife collected Chinese pottery, and I just happened to have a few completely new sets for twelve of table service and teacups. I couldn’t figure it out at the time until she explained to me that in some eras and areas of Asia a family would combine settings with others. I am still not sure what it has to do with status. But the more patterns you have the wealthier you are perceived. I threw in the sake cups as a present. It was a good trade.”

  After lunch they drove out to the farmhouse. Without traffic it only took about thirty minutes to get there. It was one of the few working farms still in one piece from the original plot anywhere close to Atlanta. Five hundred acres was really not that big, but not small either. The majority of the farm was used for raising exotic meat animals and for the multipurpose animals that were shaved to use the hair and fur. Or in the case of the seven species of birds that they raised, the feathers as well as the meat were sold commercially.

  “We grow much of the feed that is used right here for our animals so we know what they are eating. You cannot advertise meat for human consumption as organically grown unless you can prove what you are saying. We can prove it. Our animals live in luxury conditions compared to the wild version, and we have a vet on staff.”

  Jillian could see that Vince was proud of his little farming operation as he called it. She encouraged the discussion because it was a safe topic, and she loved watching his face as he spoke with such enthusiasm on the subject.