“I’ll stay here.” She nibbles her bottom lip.
“But you want to be tied up, don’t you?”
She flushes then nods her head. Hell yes, she wants to be tied up, she wants to be left completely at his mercy, she wants to beg for it now, right now, but she cannot bring herself to let the words drip from her drying mouth.
“Another day.” He grins. “And that is a promise.”
Jamie busies himself setting up a canvas and selecting a pencil to do his outlines with. He dims the light, until the bright moonbeams illuminate the centre of the room, bathing Carrie’s skin and making it gleam like alabaster.
“Jamie,” she all but whispers, “please talk to me, I’m feeling awfully exposed right now.”
“Deliciously exposed.” Jamie looks over and licks his lips, “I’ll talk to you now. I was just getting myself sorted out. You look ethereal bathed in that moonlight.”
“Like a little pixie?”
“Well, I’ve never thought of pixies as overly sexy, but yes, if you want to be a pixie, you can be a pixie.”
“Thank you.” It surprises Carrie how quickly she is adapting to being naked in front of this man. As long as she doesn’t think about her split thighs and the juices pooling between them she feels quite confident.
“You’re going to look amazing all tied up.” Jamie’s pencil scratches across the surface as he sweeps up and down, adding shadow and highlighting the light.
“I didn’t think…” Carrie stutters, her cheeks flushing deep pink once more. Jamie picks up his paint brush and mixes together a blush pink, capturing the high colour on her cheeks.
“I meant every word I said.” He nods, watching her body come to life on his canvas. “I’m going to tie you down and paint you. Oh I’m going to paint you in so many wicked, sexy positions. Spread eagled on the bed will only be the start of it. The blush on your cheeks makes me imagine how delightful your buttocks will look over my knee, shining bright red from my slaps. The dampness between your thighs makes me want to spread you wide and sketch your cunt. I want to paint your most intimate parts onto my canvas then I want to paint them with my come.”
Carrie moans, her eyes flick close as she imagines him that close between her thighs.
“You want all that don’t you?” Jamie asks, placing soft hints of peach to the white expanse of her moonlit body. She does not answer, the words seem to be stuck in her throat,
“Don’t you, Carrie?” He repeats, her name resonating with inference.
“Yes,” she gasps, “Sir.”
His eyes meet hers and he smiles. She doesn’t know why she said that, how the “Sir” slipped from her imagination onto her lips, but she is thrilled to see the approval in his eyes.
“Oh, Carrie, I’m going to have so much fun discovering you.”
* * * *
She opens an eye carefully and looks around her. This isn’t her bed. She feels the soft blanket covering her naked body, the soft material of the sofa below her. It’s not even her room. She jolts up in panic.
“Hey, Carrie,” Jamie’s voice carries over from the other side of the room. “You fell asleep last night, so I just covered you up and let you.” He walks over and kneels next to the sofa. “Morning, beautiful.” The kiss is soft and caring and it reminds Carrie of all that happened the night before, she wraps the duvet tighter around her body.
“I hope you don’t mind but I just worked on the painting whilst you were sleeping. I’ve worked more on your colouring and facial features. Do you want to see it?” His eyes glow like a proud little kid’s. Holding the blanket tightly around her, she stands up and tucks the long white expanse behind her making sure not to expose an inch of flesh. If Jamie thinks anything about Carrie being so reluctant to expose her flesh he doesn’t show it in his face.
Jamie walks over to his painting, heart thudding and stomach churning, hoping beyond all hope that she’ll actually like it. When she gasps as she looks at, it he watches her face intently.
“So, what do you think?”
Carrie can’t speak. She is completely dumbstruck by the image before her. This beautiful, angelic looking woman is stretched out sensually, her perfect skin highlighted by the soft beams of the moon shining down upon her.
“It’s not me,” she whispers, and tears stream down her cheeks, “It’s not me.”
“Is it that bad?” Jamie asks his face covered with shame. Carrie shakes her head as the tears fall in sobs now.
“No, it’s beautiful, but it’s not me. It can’t be me.” She lifts a hand, the blanket falling down and exposing her breast. “She is gorgeous,” Carrie sobs, her body shaking.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Jamie runs a hand down her arm. “That is you. It is.”
Carrie swings gracelessly into his embrace, hiding her face in his shoulder as the blanket falls down between them.
“I’m fat,” she whimpers, “and ugly but you’ve made me look so amazing.”
Jamie strokes her hair, cuddling her tight to him.
“I don’t know where you got those silly ideas from but you’re anything but fat and ugly. You’re curvy and gorgeous. I painted what I saw.”
Carrie looks up and Jamie cups her face with his hands, wiping away the tears from her eyes with his thumbs. He pulls her face towards him and captures her mouth in a wildly passionate kiss which holds a resonance of deep caring. It is a healing kiss and Carrie feels it coursing through her whole body, lifting her from the gloom and depression of the earlier moment.
He thinks she is beautiful, he sees her as beautiful. To Carrie that is a miracle. He continues to pull her forward as his hands move down to her hips. He encourages her to step out of the wound up blanket and as she steps over, he cups her rump and presses her into his body. She can feel him through his soft, casual trousers and he is hard. Oh hell, is he hard.
Carrie slips her hands to his waist and tugs on his trousers. Their mouths part and he grins at her as she skims the material down his thighs, letting his cock bob into view, just under the hem of his t-shirt.
“I better take this off, too.” He grins, tugging the dark fabric over his head and throwing it to the floor. “There. Now we’re equal.” He takes Carrie’s hand and pulls her through a doorway. Whilst his mouth is not on hers, whilst his arms are not wrapped around her, Carrie looses the strength of her passion and her worries return.
“Jamie, I don’t think we should…”
Jamie shakes his head, sighs and twirls her around, pushing her back. She screams as she falls, hitting the bed with an “oomph.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hisses as she gets her breath back.
“I’m fucking you,” Jamie replies, climbing on to the bed on top of her, grabbing her hands and forcing them back over her head. “Is that okay by you?”
Carrie looks into his bright, burning blue eyes and bites her lip. She can feel his erection as it lies between her thighs. She just longs to feel him filling her.
“Or do I have to tie you down? Because I’m going to have you, Carrie. I’m going to fuck you right now, no matter what.”
Her eyes go wide with shock and desire as he nibbles on her neck, then whispers softly in her ear.
“I’d never hurt you but I know you’re going to say no as I have my dirty, wicked way with you.”
Carrie groans, delightfully decadent images writhing across her mind’s eye, “But I don’t think you’ll mean it, so if you really, really need me to stop, yell, “Burger.” Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” She groans quietly.
“Pardon?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says firmly, looking him straight in the eye, watching the smile as it curls up his lip then presses against her own corresponding smile. He holds her hands above her head as he forces her thighs wider apart with his knees. Her feet dangle over the edge of the bed as
he nestles himself comfortably against her wide open cunt. She can feel the head of his dick resting between her inflamed, slick lips.
His lips are tracing gently over her chin and down onto her exposed throat. The delicate pecks of his lips and the insistent pressure of his cock at her entrance make her giddy with desire. She presses her hips up against him, allowing his hardness to penetrate her just by the tiniest fraction of an inch.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds. “I’m the one in charge, missy.” He pulls away from her, letting her hands go free. He stands up, between her thighs and looks down on her spread body, taking in each detail. He wants her, but he wants to play this game even more. She is ready for him right now, but he wants her to ache for him, to plead for him to take her, to fill her.
Carrie instinctively wraps her arms around her chest, aroused and yet ashamed by Jamie’s intense stare.
“Move your arms,” he commands, his voice harsh but not from malice, from lust.
“Yes, Sir.” She moves her arms, exposing herself. She blushes and closes her eyes, but part of her thrills at this domination. This is her fantasy. This is what she’s always wanted.
“Up on your hands and knees,” Jamie snaps and she obeys, rolling over onto her stomach then rising up until her large breasts dangle pendulously beneath her and her round buttocks split and reveal everything hidden between them. Carrie bites her lip, the tumult of emotions threaten to break out. Should she cry, “Burger?” She feels so vulnerable, very scared, but ultimately, she is turned on. She decides to continue, to swallow down the instinctual panic and enjoy the reality of her fantasy come true.
Jamie is feeling a host of emotions, too. Carrie is a sensitive, shy girl and he does not want to blow his chances with her by over stepping the line, but oh, does she bring the dominant out in him. He wants to take care of her, nurture her and punish her sweet, sweet behind. He mustn’t go to far though or all this could be ruined.
“Are you ready for your punishment now, miss?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies, barely above a whisper.
Jamie’s hand swoops down and impacts on her buttock making her yelp with surprise and flaring pain.
“Pardon?”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeats, louder this time.
“Good.” Another smack hits her bottom and Carrie squeals. It burns but her pussy is dripping wet, her clit throbbing with the force of the blow.
“These are for trying to make me fuck your cunt before I was ready.”
Three hard slaps rain down quickly and the burning rapidly turns to a stinging pain that makes Carrie yelp and wiggle.
“These are for covering up your gorgeous body when I wanted to look at it, to drink in the beauty of your tits and your wide spread pussy.”
Another three slaps and Carrie feels like crying and screaming but she doesn’t call out her safe word. No, because with each painful collision of flesh against flesh she becomes more turned on. Her body aches with need and her clit is shrieking now for release.
“And these are just so I can hear you whimper some more. You sound so damn sexy.” His voice is ragged as he continues to spank and speak. “And these are so your buttocks will glow such a pretty shade of red whilst I thrust my cock deep inside you.” His hand stops slapping and gently slides over the incline of her buttocks.
She hisses as his touch stings, then soothes, then arouses as his fingers travel between her hot sticky folds and caress her screaming clit.
“Naughty girl, I think you enjoyed that,” he moans, rubbing his finger over her wet nub, teasing Carrie closer and closer to a colossal climax. Just as she is nearing release, he stops and a sob wracks her body with frustration. She barely has a moment before his cock is rammed inside of her. Hard and fast it thrusts, but causes no pain as her pussy is slick and more than ready for the invasion.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Your cunt is so tight, so good.”
Carrie can only grip onto the sheets and enjoy the violent pounding she is receiving, the vibrations tickling her clit, leaving her hanging on the precipice of orgasm in a perpetual state of pleasure.
“I want to see your face,” he pants, pulling his cock from her with an embarrassingly sexy slurp. He roughly pushes her to the side so she falls and rolls on to her back. He nudges her thighs apart and climbs between them, making her scooch back, rubbing her painfully raw buttocks against the soft sheets below her.
She watches with longing as he takes his dick in his hand and presses it against her wet hole. It takes no longer than a moment for him to slide in and be completely encased in her flesh. His arms come down beside her, his face hanging above her as he once again picks up the pace.
Carrie closes her eyes and concentrates on the impact of his pelvis on her clit, she ignores the way her large breasts wobble on her chest, echoing the movement of her stomach, she ignores these shameful tremors and concentrates on the collision that will make her come, just a little more pressure and she will explode all over his hard, filling cock.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
But she can’t hear him. Her face is scrunched up in concentration, willing herself to orgasm.
“Look at me,” he says in a louder voice, punctuating his words with harder thrusts. Her eyes flicker open and she drops her gaze when it meets the intense, lustful stare of Jamie’s glacial blue eyes.
“Look at me,” he repeats again and she looks up, straight into the abyss of lust that is openly revealed in his eyes.
“Keep looking at me and touch yourself.”
She gasps and nervously shakes her head.
“Do it. Touch your clit and make yourself come. I want to feel you squeezing my cock as you explode.”
She searches his gaze and finds it filled with passion and lust. She slips her fingers down her body and round the soft curve of her stomach until her fingers press between the slick folds of her pussy. He continues to pound into her as she finds her clit and rubs it, squealing with pleasure as she finds the rhythm that will bring her to the orgasm she desperately wants.
“That’s it,” he encourages, thrusting harder into her. “Oh fuck, yes, come for me, come for me, come for me!”
She comes, clenching hard around his cock as it throbs and explodes inside of her. Her hips lift off the bed smashing her fingers against his pelvis and harder against her clit, sending a shock wave through her cunt. Her whole body is swamped by ecstasy as she hears him groan and becomes aware of a feminine whimper that must be falling from her own lips.
His body slumps down on top of her and he opens his eyes. He is smiling as his lips descend to press against her own. They laugh as they pull apart with sheer joy and amusement. Jamie rolls to the side and Carrie moves to snuggle into his body.
“You’re amazing, Carrie,” he whispers, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“So are you,” she replies, her lips caressing his chest. She stops suddenly and asks, “What time is it?”
Jamie turns and looks at the bedside clock.
“Oh, shit, we’re going to be late for work.”
* * * *
“So how come you were late?” Graham asks moments after Carrie arrives.
“Oh, I forgot the time,” she replied, flushing.
“How come Jamie was late and you two came in together?” Graham smirks and Carrie turns a deeper shade of red.
Before she can reply, Jamie puts a hand on Graham’s shoulder and says, “We were fucking like bunnies, Graham, lost track of time. Now would you mind preparing those burgers for me? Thank you.” He winks at Carrie who is staring at him, her mouth wide open. “And you, beautiful, flip those burgers, chop-chop.”
The shift passes in a haze for Carrie. Her mind is certainly not on her job, but that isn’t anything new. This time though, her mind just can’t get off the subject of sex. Flashbacks from her morning of making love, of the night spent po
sing for Jamie keep her constantly aroused. Jamie could pounce on her right here, right now and she’d love it and beg for more, no matter who might be watching. She is just that horny.
“Carrie,” Jamie’s voice breaks into her reverie, “Will you go into the store? We need a new batch of burgers and some buns.”
This is an unusual request, as normally he’d do it himself or send one of the other servers, but Carrie puts down her spatula and heads for the stock cupboard. It’s not until she is in there that she realises she doesn’t know how many burgers and buns are needed. She turns around to go and ask when a big, familiar male hand slaps itself across her mouth.
“You didn’t say, ‘Yes, Sir’ did you, naughty girl?” His hand moves from her mouth.
“No, I didn’t because we’re at work.” Carrie replies defiantly, she tries to turn around but Jamie slams his body against her back.
“Oh no you don’t, miss,” he hisses. “You’ve got some punishment coming.”
“But Jamie, anyone could come in,” Carrie hisses as Jamie wraps his arms around her middle, finding the zip to her trousers. She drops her hands down to cover his. “No, not here.” She panics, but Jamie easily pushes her hands out of the way.
“Okay, you asked for it.” He lets her go but stays pressed up against her so she cannot move. She feels him fiddling with his belt then hears it as he frees the strap from his trouser loops.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, her heart thudding with frightened arousal.
“I’m punishing you,” he replies, pushing her arms up above her head against the corner of the metal shelving unit in front of them. His belt is wrapped firmly around her wrists and the unit and he threads it through the buckle, pulling the belt tight before tying it around itself, holding Carrie captive.
“Oh Jamie, don’t, please? Someone might walk in.”
“Who?” he hisses, pulling down her trousers and knickers in one sweeping motion. “ It’s pretty busy out there. Graham is busy doing his job and yours, and the two girls will be busy serving. Now hush and take your punishment like a good girl.”
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