by Parker Ford
“No,” she gasped and this time it was the truth.
“I watched you get off. I watched you lying on your bed with your legs wide open. You pretty little cunt almost the same shade of pink as your bedspread. And the way your paler pink fingers played over your wet folds. Over that hard little bud of you clitoris. How you pushed your fingers into your pussy and arched your back and lifted your hips.”
She was coming. The spasms jumping to life deep inside of her and then rippling out like waves in water. Jordan tossed her head and moaned but he kept his mouth close to her ear so she could hear.
“And I stood there, risking being caught at any moment, and jacked off. Right at your door. Dick in hand, pumping for all I was worth so we’d come together. And when you came, I came, right on the rug by your door. Like some kind of twisted offering to you, the sister who haunted me.”
The force of her orgasm settled on her and Jordan sobbed with it. She’d have given anything to be able to hold him as she came. Instead her arms twisted and whipped around inside their dark bonds. Gareth clamped his teeth to her jaw, his teeth pricking at her skin. Then he growled at her, his body bucking with his own release.
“And you’re doing it again. Making me come undone. Fuck Jordan, I always unravel when it comes to you.”
He pressed his forehead to her forehead and his lips to hers as his own violent release took him. Jordan relished the feel of her body clamping up tight around him, milking him and taking him and connecting with him.
She rode out all the sweet little spasms that followed and watched his body tense over hers. God, how she loved him.
God, how it scared her.
*****
Jordan washed her face and her hands. She’d used the bathroom and considered a shower but blew it off. After dinner. The sweet pulsing pleasant ache in her sex wasn’t something she was ready to wash away. And the heat would keep her from feeling the subtle pulse of where her bonds had been.
When she shut her eyes, alone in the tiny bathroom, she could feel the heavy welcome crush of his body on hers. The wet stroke of his tongue over hers. His hot breath on her ear and her neck. And the words…all that he’d said to her—all that had pushed her over the edge—ricocheted around inside her head, a constant cherished hum of information.
He loved her.
He’d loved her for a long time.
It made loving him a bit easier for her to handle.
A soft knock and she turned toward it. “You eating, Jojo?”
“Yes. Of course.”
When she opened the door he was filling the doorway, his lean body looming over hers. Jeans low on his hips, feet bare, hair mussed—he was a work of art, she thought. So much like her though now that she knew…she saw their differences.
Bonnie Donaldson. You’ll make it right for him…
“Steak’s ready. Simple sides. A salad and some bread. Some wine.” He pinched her nipple gently through the light robe she’d thrown on. The pink tip pressed the fabric in response to his touch.
“Sounds good. Sounds perfect.”
He leaned in, kissing her gently at first but then pushing her to the wall and taking her mouth. His cock ground against her hips and she wanted him all over again. It was a slam of emotion she had not expected and it made her throat tight and her stomach tingly for a second.
“And you’re still in trouble,” he said.
“For what?”
“For coming.”
“But—“
“And for pushing me over the edge and making me come.”
So that’s how it was. She would be punished for both. A buzz of terrified anticipation raced along her skin.
“This time we’ll get you used to leather.”
“Leather?”
“You’ll see,” he said, taking her hand. “But first, we eat.”
The steak was perfect. He’s always been the one to cook it the way she liked. Their father had always turned it into a crispy critter, as she and Gareth called it.
“What are you going to do tomorrow? I do have to work on that roofing job with Mikey.”
She shrugged. “No idea.” But she did. She’d try and find Bonnie.
“What are you going to do about your job…your apartment?” His voice changed a bit when he said it.
There was fear in there.
“I don’t know,” Jordan said. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
It would be silly to assume just because they were weeding out the truth and they were sleeping together that she was welcome to stay indefinitely. She’d never assume that or try and move herself into his life. Gareth had always prided himself on his bachelorhood and his lone wolf attitude.
Besides their dad, no one had been a constant in his life once Jordan moved away.
“Oh, well, you don’t have to worry about money while you’re here. The will’s being worked out and obviously you’re in it. But also, there’s a monthly allowance in place that will more than feed and clothe and put a roof over our heads.”
“Dad had his shit wired tight in that department,” she laughed. “The money guru.”
“You know it.”
They ate the rest of the meal in relative silence. A pretty comfortable silence. But under it Jordan could sense some kind of uneasiness from him. But she couldn’t put her finger on it.
When he wiped his mouth and threw his napkin down he grinned at her. “Dishes first or after?”
“What?”
“Dishes first or second?”
“First or second to what?”
“Your punishment.”
Jordan had so struggle not to choke on her final bite of dinner.
“You were serious about that?”
He brushed an errant hair from her brown. “Sweetheart, I never joke about that.”
Chapter Eighteen
She’d chosen the dishes. But as she washed them she wondered why she’d made that choice. Her hands were shaking and her mouth was dry and her stomach tossed with nerves.
“Don’t take too long,” he’d said and patted her bottom. She knew what he could do with that hand on her ass and her whole body surged with anticipation.
Easy girl. It’s just a pat. But he said leather…
And she couldn’t even ponder it without her hands shaking harder so she scrubbed the square white plates with a vengeance.
When they were all done and all stacked and the counter had been wiped down three times, she went to him. Jordan had never felt anything so confusing: intense curiosity and trepidation.
Riven.
A word her mother had used once and she’d always been fascinated by. And here it was. That feel of it. Part of her wanting to rush forward into the mouth of the beast–her lust—and part of her wanting to run.
“Walking slow won’t change the outcome.” He said it from a dark corner of the living room. Gareth sat in the easy chair but she couldn’t see him due to shadows. Dusk was coming at five thirty and darkness swiftly followed. Autumn was here. It was just past six but it could have been midnight judging by the dark.
“I know.”
“Why don’t you come in here?” It wasn’t really a question.
“But…” There were four big windows in that room. Jordan could see by the white magical dots in the room that the venetian blinds were tilted up. Someone could see in if he were to turn a light on.
And yet, it never crossed her mind to disobey. She walked toward Gareth on feet she could not feel. Her knees were trembling and it was a true fear that they’d buckle and simply dump her on her butt half way to her destination.
“Come on then.”
She entered the room and saw that the streetlights had painted a white streak on the far wall. It looked like something that had fallen from the heavens and landed in their childhood home.
“Over my lap, Jojo,” he said. He patted his lap and her pussy went wet.
It was hard to hear her own thoughts over the pounding of her heart in her
ears. She went to him and when he patted again, she draped her body over his lap. Her belly pressed firmly to his thighs, her hair hanging down in a curtain to cover her face.
Gareth’s hand smoothed soothing circles over her bottom and she was grateful that—at least for now—she had her jeans on. He could have a heavy hand, she knew. But then again, Gareth knew how to be tender when the punishment was done.
That thought made her shift and tremble like a spooked horse. Gareth chuckled.. “Stay still, Jojo. Don’t freak yourself out.”
“I’m scared.”
“I know.”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Just enough.”
“What if it’s too much?” She bit her tongue after she said it and waited for him to answer.
His hands drew invisible symbols on her body. She tried to feel through the cloth that covered her what he might be drawing. Or if he was perhaps writing words instead. She thought he traced an A but became distracted when he said, “Pick a word.”
“A word?”
“If it’s too much. If you simply cannot take it, say the word. But make sure you mean it, because if we say it, it’s done. Totally.”
“Licorice,” she whispered.
“Licorice?” he laughed.
“We used to eat it. Those long, long shoe string pieces. You’d start at one end and I’d—”
“Start at the other,” he sighed. “And we’d meet up in the middle. And then one of us would tug and it would break and that person would get the final bit.”
“But I always wished…” She shook her head.
“That we’d meet in the middle and kiss?” he asked, stroking her bottom so that her eyes drifted shut and her body hummed with invisible energy. It was need and want and love and lust all bundled up together and it skittered along her skin like a living thing.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Me too,” he said softly, almost wistfully. “Now let’s get you out of these pants.”
Everything in her twisted when he said that and she had to focus hard on working her button. And not come undone when he tugged at her pants. Underneath were fresh white panties, nothing special—boring white cotton. But he groaned when he saw them and quickly palmed her ass through the thin fabric. The heat from his palm radiated through her skin, into her pelvis. He seemed to heat all of her just by touching her that way.
Jordan shimmied and Gareth tugged and together they managed to get her jeans off. She kicked them to the side, feeling the hard line of his cock under her belly. She wanted to pull back some, free his erection and suck him until he begged.
But Gareth was calling the shots. She’d promised and he was adamant.
“Because you’re new to this, the first two can be with your panties on.” Only the slightest bit of tremble was audible in his voice to tell her that he was distracted by her ass.
Jordan assumed spanking. But she quickly remembered that you should never assume. In this case it didn’t make an ass out of him and her. It made an innocent target out of her ass.
The belt, looped in on itself, kissed the cotton with a brush of worn leather. Heat and pain sparkled over her skin and made her pulse race in all over h body. Her pulse points pounded like small drums trying to burst free of her flesh.
“It’s a belt,” she breathed.
“It is.” He sounded amused. “I thought you knew when I said leather.”
“I didn’t ponder it too long. I was…afraid.”
He brought down the second blow and the pain was intense but fast. Then ripples of pain moved outward from her and slowly bled into a heady strange kind of pleasure. She was nervous but muzzy headed. Excited and calm. Each of her emotions was mirrored by its opposite and yet she wriggled on his lap like a fish on a hook.
Gareth’s cock twitched beneath her belly and she moved again just to feel it.
“That’s your two. Only four more to go…” Gareth peeled her panties off slowly. The cooler air of the room kissing her hot and stimulated flesh.
Jordan gasped as the difference in temperature affected her. “I know you were scared but…”
He slid his hand, shaped like a blunt blade, between her thighs and ran the edge of his hand along her slit. Her clit responded with a burst of heat and pleasure and she shuddered, still draped over his lap. He tested her with a finger and then added a second. Her body accepted him with wet resignation and then gathered greedily around his fingers, flexing.
“See how wet you are, Jojo. You’re such a good bad girl.”
“How was I bad?” she gasped when he nudged her G-spot with his fingertip.
“You made me lose control. You made me come,” he said and the belt hissed as it fell and the heat and pain revisited her.
“You lost control,” she said. Another blow fell and she found herself grinding, pushing her pelvis and her sex to the side of his leg. It was a mindless, desperate, shameful act that somehow augmented her arousal.
“I lost control because you lost control,” Gareth said, his voice steeped with great patience.
Another whistle, another meaty thud, another eruption of pain and she bucked, tilting her pelvis like he was fucking her. Fire spread along her bare bottom, a thudding rush of mixed signals that had her shaking her head even as the tears dripped.
“What did I tell you not to do, Jojo?”
It was hovering there. She could feel it. Leather worn to a cottony softness hanging over her but not striking. The potential so much bigger, so much more powerful than the actual act. “Not to come,” she said.
“Right. And what did you do?” He lowered the belt, but slowly, so her flinch was unwarranted.
Gareth painted her with the tip of the leather strap. It lulled her, a mesmerizing slide of hide on skin. She moaned and fucked the air with little tiny thrusts of her hips.
He chuckled and pushed a finger back into her. And then that finger slid into her bottom, an intrusive but somehow blissful penetration. She bit her lip, too startled to even exhale.
“I came.”
“You came. So then I came. Now…one more blow. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she lied.
He slid a second finger into her ass and she moaned. Once again she humped the air, feeling a heady kind of shame at being so feral about this thing that they were doing.
He kept his fingers buried deep—where no fingers or anything else, for that matter had ever been—and struck. The blow rocketed up through the meat of her bottom and along her lower back. it burned like a brush fire and the afterglow of it raced up her spine and made her limbs weak.
A small spasm sounded in her cunt—an almost orgasm. Not quite a release but definitely a defiant rush of pleasure.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
She slid from his lap—boneless, terrified, excited. Her ass in the air, her knees rubbing the carpet painfully. When he positioned himself behind her, his zipper sounding like a chainsaw to her over sensitive ears, but Jordan pushed back boldly. Presenting. Here I am. Here is my cunt, here is my ass, here I am bowed before you. Use me. Take me. Fuck me.
It all ran through her head on high speed and she shivered as she waited, feeling beyond naked and beyond ready.
Her whole body thudded with her pulse and her arousal.
“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost there,” he whispered. Gareth could read her always. Naked or not. Talking or not. He was the only person in her life who could peek into her mind and her heart—and even her soul—without her saying a word.
“Please,” she said anyway, blushing in the darkness.
“I know, shh…” Gareth ran the head of his cock along her sopping split. She moved back to try and hurry him, to get him in but he pulled back, tsking at her.
“Patience, Jojo,” he said.
“I have none,” she gasped.
“Learn.”
Again he painted her with the head of his sex. He slid it up and down her needy opening. When it pressed to her a
ss, she stilled. It felt so big in comparison to what she could accommodate there.
Gareth pushed just enough to make her whimper. “Not this time, sweetheart. But soon,” he said to her.
His tone made it clear that it would happen. It was more a question of when, not if.
Before she could process that information, he slid into her. No hard, though. One even stroke and his cock was seated deep inside of her and Gareth was moving. Moving just the right way to get her worked up. She sobbed and he held the flare of her hips in his big warm hands.
“Hush up and fuck me, Jojo.”
Confusion lingered for a moment and then she gave in to her body’s impulse. Moving back to take him in, moving back when she needed more pressure, more penetration, more force.
She was fucking him and he was fucking her and there weren’t any restrictions this time around. When she had to come, she could.
Gareth smoothed his hands over the welts on her bottom. There was a reverence in his touch that made her throat feel too small and her heart feel too big. He stroked the back of her legs and along her flanks. Then his finger was back in her back hole, slick with her juices and insistent.
“I’m going to come, Jojo. I can’t seem to get control of myself with you. Maybe it’s too many years of—“ Gareth broke off, stilling himself to stave off his orgasm.
“Wanting,” she finished, going still.
That single finger drove in and out of her bottom even though they were frozen there, his cock buried in her but motionless. He fucked her ass with his finger and his breathing was getting louder, more aggressive.
“Soon, I’m going to fuck you here.”
Fear rocketed through her, tightening her up.
He judged it simply by that one connection to her body. “Shh, Jojo. I will make it good. I promise.”
His hips moved just a touch and she felt a burst of goodness in her pussy. Their brief respite from movement had heightened every single sensation.
“I’ll make you so wet. So ready. I’ll make you mindless, Jordan.” His finger drove deep and he thrust hard with his cock. She felt the friction between finger and cock with nothing but a small flesh barrier between
Jordan gasped.
