by Sheri Savill
Chapter 14
“I’m going to take your ass, Janna.” Mark’s voice growled above her. “Sit up for me.” He tapped on the edge of the leather. Janna sat up, shivering and unsure, her nipples hard and aching. She met his gaze, questioning in her eyes.
“Mark, I don’t know ab–”
“There’s nothing to know here, girl. Give me your wrists. Come on. Both of them. Now.” He had a pair of black leather cuffs in his hands and began to fasten one around each of her outstretched wrists. He pulled and clicked both together and let go. Her arms and wrists fell to her naked lap.
“Flip,” he growled. “Do it.” He nodded toward the flat black surface of the table she’d spent so many painful, yet very wet, hours on already. She nervously bit her lip and started to turn over. Her cuffed wrists made movement awkward and slow, and she struggled to arrange herself face down along the length of the table.
What the hell is he doing? My ass? What about my pussy? I’m so fucking wet – Jesus, he’s got to let me come soon. I really can’t take much more of this.
“No. This way,” Mark snapped. “I want you over the table – this way. Ass up. Come on Janna, move it!” A stinging slap landed hard on the cheeks of her plump ass, startling her. In the same instant, she felt two strong hands roughly grab her by the hips and drag her like a rag doll, positioning her over the shortest length of the table. She gasped, and he jerked her back toward him.
“Here! Like this!” he rasped. “I want this ass on the edge of this table. Stop fucking around Janna.” The side of her face was against the leather, both arms dangling, bound, outward into the aisle. The narrow table was just big enough to support her torso and the way he had her prone over the width made her ass jut out from the table’s edge – just where he wanted it. He stopped yanking her around and smacked her ass hard again.
“This ass is mine now, Janna. I’m gonna enjoy this. Have you been taken here before? I bet you have, but I’ll be nice and use some lube.” She was breathing hard, grunting at how rough he was being. His firm grip on both her hips almost hurt, and her ass still stung from the hard smacks. She felt her pussy get wet again – had it ever really stopped being wet? – and tingled in anticipation.
She heard him spit.
Oh God. He’s spitting … into the crack of my ass? Jesus, that’s the lube? That’s it?
The wet saliva slipped down the cleft of her ass and he spit again, then smacked her ass hard several more times. She flinched and yelped.
“Ow! Shit! That really hurts!”
Mark’s cock pressed against the warmed flesh of her buttocks and she writhed against it.
“You want this cock, Janna? Do you? You want me to fuck your slutty little ass?” She felt a hand suddenly grab at her neck and pull hard. He had a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back, commanding her full attention. She stopped writhing, stopped breathing … and just waited.
“Answer me!” he growled. “You want to be fucked in the ass or not?”
His hand twisted her hair and her scalp burned, her face turned upward and felt hot as she gasped again for a breath, trying to answer.
“Yessss … ” she moaned. “Yes, dammit … fuck me … fuck my ass.”
He released his grip on her hair enough to allow her head to fall back to the table and she felt his cock pressing urgently at her ass, demanding entry. He pushed in with a steady thrust, driving deeply into her clenching hole. She felt a strong hand grasping the soft curve of her hip, and another renewed its rough grip in the tangle of thick hair at her neck and pulled hard. The searing pain in her scalp as he slid his cock almost all the way back out, slowly letting every inch retreat through her narrow channel, quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm again. Her needy cunt clenched hard and she felt the hood piercing rubbing against her clit creating an overpowering urge to come. She rubbed her pussy into the table as Mark slid all the way back inside her ass, filling her, stretching her with his hard length again. She knew she would come in a few seconds.
God, I’m so close. That cock in my ass is too much. So … close. Fuuuuuck.
SMACK. His hand came down hard on her ass cheek. The sting made her stop moving for a second in total surprise.
“No you don’t,” he panted. “You fucking stop rubbing your pussy or I’ll pull out right now and yank you off this table and send your ass home with nothing.”
She knew he meant it. She froze and realized she’d have to let him have complete control of her, and her orgasm, if she was to ever have one at all.
She moaned in protest. “But Mark … I can feel the metal ... that barbell … GOD DAMMIT …”
He pumped in and out of her ass, working up speed, and she knew he would come soon.
He snatched her head back again and fell across her back, still thrusting deep in her ass. “Fuck YES,” he moaned into her ear as he held her head back toward him.
“Little slut likes her ass fucked hard, doesn’t she? DOESN’T SHE?” he growled. She felt a hot explosion deep in her ass and he groaned and grunted, his thrusts tightening into short bursts as he finished shooting his seed into her depths.
His grip gradually loosened and the pain in her scalp slowly receded. He let her cheek fall to the leather again.
She lay motionless, frustrated, as he pulled his cock out of her ass. She could feel his hot semen begin to ooze from her hole and drip down the inside of her thigh. Her swollen clit ached and she whimpered quietly as he pushed off her and moved away, leaving her unsated, her wrists still bound and dangling over the floor.
Chapter 15
“Remember I said I wanted to pierce your outer labia, Janna? It’s time.”
She weakly lifted her head and tried to see where his voice was coming from. Her cunt ached with need, still slick and swollen, her ass was filled with his seed, and now here he was talking about more piercings.
Mark was at the counter going through the topmost drawers again, rummaging for piercing supplies – antiseptic, gloves, a 12-gauge piercing needle, two surgical steel curved barbells with balls on the ends. He opened a few tiny drawers on some of the neat boxes that lined the countertop, then closed them, fingering different tools and metal objects – she couldn’t see what, exactly.
Crazy fucking artist types. God, what the hell is he doing now?
“Hmmm,” he muttered. “Well,” he said with a business-like tone, “Are you ready, Janna? Outer labia. Three ten-gauge rings to start, internally threaded … and we’ll add more later, along both sides. Makes a neat kind of design, visually striking. It’s also kinda cool because you can even connect them, or add a padlock of some kind, a chastity thing ….”
He trailed off. It was what he did, she had come to realize, when he was in the throes of creativity. And right now he was thinking of ways to creatively pierce her cunt again. She could just make out his shape, the strong muscles of his tanned back, from under the glare of the task lamp, angled toward her sagging form, still hung across the short width of the table. She thought she must look almost like a bedroll slung over the back end of a horse. She squinted and moaned, lazily, shifting, feeling her damp pussy sticking to the leather. She sniffed and stifled a little laugh.
No, you’re more tired than a horse. What comes after tired? Dead. You’re like a dead horse. Ridden hard and put away … wet. Wet! Yes, very wet. Jesus. I’m delirious now. Shut up, Janna. Just shut up. Crazy artist dude is rifling through drawers and you need to protect yourself before he comes at you with—
She snapped to, suddenly alert and surging on adrenalin again as reality horned in again. Fear. New fear.
“Whaaaat?!” she asked. “You can’t be serious. You just wore out my ass, you haven’t let me come, and now you’re going to pierce me? Again? Mark, this isn’t–”
“Shhh, Janna. You’ve been good. Trust me, you’ll like what’s coming. Ha ha. I said ‘coming’.”
Oh fuck, yeah, so now Beavis and Butt-Head are going to pierce me. That’s a real confidence-boos
ter. Jesus H, this is insane. If I have to go home and use my vibrator to come, I’m never going to forgive him. Never.
“Lie back now. Like you were before,” he said. “Here you go.” He helped her sit up, then pushed her down lengthwise along the table again. “Spread your legs, Janna. Wide.”
He tapped the corners of the table showing her where he wanted her ankles.
“Do I need to use the straps on you again, girl?” His eyebrow raised and he studied her face, waiting. “I think I better use the straps. The needle I use for this could make you jump.”
She hadn’t had time to answer, he was already deciding. He grabbed her ankles firmly and bound each again with the leather straps. She felt them cinching up tightly on her skin, pinching a little.
“Too tight?” Mark asked. “Too bad.”
Bastard. He’s not really going to pierce me again. He’s bluffing. Just wants to see if he can freak me out.
Janna closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together, trying to put more pressure on the clit-hood ring, another futile attempt to stimulate her clit to the point of coming, to give herself the orgasm Mark had denied her all night. She knew it wouldn’t work and instantly felt foolish, embarrassed.
“I see what you’re doing there, slut. Trying to make yourself come? No. You come only when I give it to you. Understand me?” Mark’s voice was a low rasp. “Keep your hands at your sides and hold very still.”
He snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and grabbed the task light and bent it down so its heat was about a foot from her swollen cunt.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Janna. I love this fucking cunt of yours.”
He pressed his mouth to her slit and she felt strong hands cupping each of her breasts, rough fingers teasing the hardening nipples.
Oh shit … please, God, please, make me come … yes …
Mark’s tongue suddenly flicked at the vertical barbell in her clit hood, making it wriggle side to side. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt.
“Oh my God … oh fuck yes,” she moaned. She knew she would come soon if only he would keep doing … that. But he stopped. Again. His mouth came off her pussy entirely, without warning. He pulled back and away, and looked up at her from between her legs.
Not AGAIN. God DAMN it.
“Should I pierce your labia first, or make you come first?” he asked.
“Fuck! What kind of question is that? ” Her hand went to her pussy and she started trying to rub her clit. He caught her by the wrist in a strong grip, pulling her hand away and holding it up, twisting her arm slightly.
“Ow!” Janna glared at him. “Let go of me!”
He was laughing – a low, bemused chuckle. His dark eyes creased in amusement at her.
“Don’t get all pissy, girl, or I’ll never let you come. If I were you, I’d be more worried about staying on my good side. Quiet now.”
He dove back into her pussy and flicked his tongue across the barbell again, sending her into shivers. She moved her hips and writhed urgently, grinding her ass into the leather table as his warm tongue circled her clit several times. Then he caught the hood barbell in his teeth and pulled gently. She clenched her hands at her sides and groaned in ecstasy, rolling her head and trembling, shuddering, her climax building. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on a second longer. Not one second longer.
“Fuuuuuck, Mark … please … god, please–”
“Come for me, Janna. Now.”
Chapter 16
She lay in the crook of his arm on the sofa in the shop’s waiting area. Mark nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent, relishing the feel of her soft skin as his hand idly stroked her cheek, tracing the contour of her jaw with a finger.
Janna had sensed a deep hurt somewhere in Mark … something painful, that he kept tucked carefully away, hidden. A vulnerability there. She’d wanted to ask him about it but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Or whether she should.
Hell, the man’s had his way with your body and asked you all kinds of personal questions. Let’s drop the pretense of friendly strangers here, Janna. Just ask him.
“Mark …” she began. She thought briefly of trying to turn and look at him but decided he might be more comfortable without the eye contact. “Why is a guy like you … not with someone? I mean, is there someone else? Or, was there? I get a feeling from you – something hurt you.”
“My last girlfriend cheated on me.”
His voice was quiet, controlled.
“Oh Mark … God. I’m so sorry.” She wasn’t sure what to say to his sudden confession. She was surprised that any woman would cheat on a guy like him, ever, and wanted to say something snappy about what a crazy stupid bitch his ex girlfriend must be, but stopped herself.
No Janna, don’t say anything. This is his wound. Just let it be. Just be here.
“No, it’s OK. She cheated on me, and we tried to stay together afterward, and work things out.” She felt him shrug one shoulder a little. “But the problem was ME. I just couldn’t pretend things were OK again. And I kinda went into hibernation, exile, just threw myself into the work, the business. I didn’t know I was even ready for anyone else ... until you walked in here. Something in you. I saw something. Your willingness to give yourself completely … to me. To be mine entirely, to submit, yeah, in every way. Because I need that connection, that control. That bond. That intensity. I have to have that or I can’t be what I am.”
“And what are you?” she whispered.
She heard a sharp intake of breath and he rose suddenly, pulling her up by the arm, then yanked her close and hard into him, kissing her deeply, possessively. Her heart pounded and finally he eased up and leaned back a little, gazing into her soft eyes.
“I’m the guy who’s going to take care of you, give you what you need. The guy who will let you be your real self. Let’s get out of here, Janna.” He walked to the table and grabbed her discarded clothing, stuffing it into a backpack, then went to a closet and opened it, pulled something from a hanger. “Here. You’ll wear this for now.”
He wrapped a long leather duster around her naked body and stood back to look at her, fastening the snaps in front.
“What are you doing?” Her voice quavered.
“Getting you dressed, taking you home. What’s it look like? I can’t let you ride on the back of my Harley naked. Cops frown on that shit, you know.”
“Home?” She looked into his eyes, questioning. “But Mark–”
“My woman doesn’t wear clothes in my home. As soon as the front door closes, you take this off and drop to your knees. Got that?” He waited for her answer.
She nodded, feeling an irrepressible smile start, her heart racing in anticipation. “Does this mean–?” she said softly.
His woman.
The words sent a charge through her, seemingly heating the blood in her veins. His woman. She realized that was what she wanted more than anything: to be his in every way, and only his. She knew he would be demanding and dominate her in ways she probably couldn’t yet imagine, but it just felt right. Could he be thinking … ?
No, Janna. He’s been hurt, he’s too independent, you can have fun with him but he’s not looking for a one-on-one thing, anything long-term.
His gaze was warmer, changed somehow. He smiled, flashing the bright sexy grin she’d been so attracted to the first time she ever saw him. “Let’s get to my place and I’ll make you something to eat. We have lots to talk about.”
“Talk?” she sputtered. She looked into his eyes and saw confidence, pleasure. “Talk about … what?”
“Our future.”
The End
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