“You need a hairdryer? Aimee left one in the guest bathroom,” Jason said, feeling like a voyeur just standing there in the bathroom doorway watching her get ready for bed. It was so easy to be with her when they were naked and fooling around. Soon as it was over though, he started to question everything he said and did.
“My hair air-dries fast,” she said. “But thank you, sir.” She grinned at him.
“Aw…you gotta stop smiling at me like that and calling me sir,” he said. “You’re gonna give me ideas.”
“Nothing wrong with ideas,” she said. “And I’ll call you ‘sir’ when you want me to and I won’t when you don’t. We don’t have to be ‘on’ all the time.”
He came out of the bathroom doorway. He had on his jeans and nothing else, which Simone had said was a very good look for him. Scars and all. He pulled the one chair in the room over in front of Simone, turned it around, and straddled it to face her.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he asked. “You make me feel too good.”
“Well, this is what I think you should do with me,” she said. “But you’re in charge, so take it or leave it. I think you should relax and enjoy having me here as long as I’m here. I think you should feel free to ask me any questions you want to ask about kink or anything else on your mind. I think you should spank me and crop me and have sex with me whenever you feel like it. And I think you should let me sleep in here with you tonight.”
“You think, Spanky? You don’t think that’s too soon?” he asked though he’d already decided that if she wanted to sleep with him, he’d let her.
“We only have a few days together so you might as well get all the master-practice in you can. And it’ll be a lot easier for me to serve you,” she said, reaching out to poke him right in the nose, “if I’m near you. Sir.”
“I’m never gonna get tired of hearing you talk about ‘serving’ me.” That was a fact. Every time she called him “sir” or “master” or said she wanted to “serve” him, a bolt of lightning hit him right in the solar plexus. He caressed her bare thigh with his hand for no other reason than he wanted to and he could.
“Keep being as sexy and fun and sweet as you are,” Simone said, “and I’ll never get tired of serving you.”
“You really having fun with this?” he asked, if only to hear her say “yes” again.
“I am, Jason,” she said softly as she looked into his eyes. “And I really mean it. This is…this is good, what you and I are doing. You feel that, right? That it’s a good thing? Not a bad and dirty thing?”
“Well…a little dirty,” he said, laughing. He’d ordered her to suck his cock and then he’d come on her breasts and fucked her after. If that wasn’t dirty, what was?
“Only the good kind of dirty,” she said. “Right?”
“I feel…” He took a hard slow breath. “I feel like if we keep doing this a few more days, I could get there. You know, feeling like it’s good and not the sort of thing I ought to be ashamed of.”
“But you’re not there yet?” she asked.
He smiled at her, squeezed her knee. “Getting there,” he said. “Trying.”
“All I can ask,” she said. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. It was exactly the sort of kiss he needed right at that moment. A sweet kiss, not the least bit dirty. A sweet kiss from a sweet girl.
“Well, I’m exhausted. Someone wore me and my pussy out,” she said. “So what are your orders, Mr. Waters? I’ll sleep wherever you tell me to sleep.”
“Well, better bunk with me,” he said. “I’ve never had a pink-haired gal in my house. No telling what your sort gets up to in the night.”
“We can be awfully wily,” she said. “You should probably hold me really tight, in case I try to sneak out and get up to no good.”
“If I hold you real tight tonight, we’ll probably get down to no good.”
“Then it’s a win for both of us, sir.”
Jason stripped out of his jeans and got into bed. Simone started to take off his flannel shirt but he told her to leave it on. He couldn’t get over how sexy she looked in it. And if they were going to get a wink of sleep, she better keep those beautiful breasts of hers covered up for the time being.
Simone lay on her back and Jason lay close, resting his arm over her stomach like he was keeping her prisoner.
“You comfortable, Spanky?” he asked her.
“Very. You, sir?”
Comfortable? He had a beautiful girl in his bed wearing his shirt and calling him “sir” and eager to please him any want he wanted.
“Safe to say I’m about as comfortable as I’ve ever been in my life.”
He kissed her one last time and fell fast asleep.
Around three am Jason woke up, his bladder’s doing. He went to the bathroom without waking Simone up but once he was back in bed with her, he couldn’t quite talk himself into closing his eyes and falling back to sleep. The moon was high and bright and he could see her on the pillow next to him. She looked so damn pretty curled up on her side, pink curls falling over her cheek, tangled in his sheets and breathing heavy. Jason still couldn’t quite believe his luck. That stupid calendar thing was the last thing he’d wanted to do, yet it had brought this girl into his life, who seemed to know exactly what to say and do to make him feel like the man he’d always wanted to be. A strong man. The kind of man a woman wanted to please. The kind of man who knew how to keep a wild gal like this in hand. Just telling her to mind her manners, to say “thank you” and call him “sir,” made him so hard his cock ached just thinking about it. In his old fantasies, the girls he’d done that sort of thing to—ordered them around, forced himself on them—submitted to him out of fear and respect. And while that was fine for a jack-off fantasy, this girl seemed to submit to him for another reason—because she loved doing it. For her own sake, and not just his. He could tell she respected him, was attracted to him, and all that was good but even better…she was having as much fun as he was doing all this crazy kinky stuff. And if he liked it and she liked it and they liked it together…then maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all.
Before he even thought about what he was doing, Jason reached out and took her in his arms. He didn’t mean to wake her up or startle her. He just needed her skin on his skin. Of course there was no way to drag a girl a foot across the bed at three in the morning without waking her up.
“Jason?” Simone said in a sleepy voice. “Is it morning?”
“Not yet, baby,” he said softly, not wanting to wake her up any more than he already had. And yet, despite that noble intention, he kissed her on the mouth. She murmured a little sound of pleasure and opened her lips a little wider. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and his hand under her—well, his—shirt. He stroked her side, her soft naked hips as he kissed her. And before he knew it, he had his fingers on the buttons of the shirt and they were coming open one by one…
“Sir?” she said, eyes still closed but grinning.
“I want you to serve me,” he said as he opened the shirt and unveiled her breasts. She might still be half-asleep but he was rock hard and awake and alert as he’d ever been.
“Any way you want. Anything you want.”
Those promises were the sexiest words he’d ever heard, and to hear them in her sleepy little voice just about did him in. He took her breast in his hand and squeezed, lifted it, and latched on to her nipple. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever sucked a girl so hard before. He’d been trained to be gentle but it didn’t seem like Simone had much use for gentle. Her head fell back as he pinched her other nipple, pulled it and rubbed it over and over with his thumb. He moved on top of her to have better access. He licked her nipples and massaged her breasts until she was panting like a horse that had just won the Kentucky Derby. Jason’s own heart was pounding a million miles a minute and his cock throbbed. He had to get into her or he’d die. He cupped her between her legs and stroked the seam of her pussy. He felt heat, wet heat, so he pa
rted the folds and plunged his fingers inside her. Simone shuddered as he penetrated her; she lifted her hips for him.
“You better open your legs for me,” he said.
“I’ll open anything you want me to,” she said.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” Jason rasped into her ear as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers.
“You, sir.”
“You better fucking believe it,” he said, words wild and dirty enough even Simone gasped.
He spread his fingers wide inside her pussy, opening her up for him.
“Oh, you like that,” he said as she flinched when he touched a tight knot of muscle in her.
“Feels so good…” she said.
“I’m going to spend the next three days getting to know everything there is to know about your pussy. And you’re gonna know my cock better than you know your own name before it’s over.”
Jason kissed her before she could say a word and he only broke the kiss to lean up and grab a condom off the nightstand. He was so aroused he was almost shaking and he had to take a deep breath to get the condom rolled on. Once it was on, he didn’t waste another second. Using his knees, he forced Simone’s thighs wide. He slipped his arm around her back, lifted her to his chest, and rammed his cock into the wet hole of his dreams.
Obedient as she was, Jason didn’t even have to tie Simone’s wrists to the headboard. She grabbed the bottom bar with both hands and held on while he fucked her. He was on his elbows over her, leaving just enough space between their bodies that he could ram his cock into her good and hard. He wanted her to feel every inch of it. He wanted it to rub her swollen clit until she came apart under him. And he told her all that while Simone lay there under him, taking it and taking it. On her back, her breasts bare and swollen from sucking, her hands hanging onto the headboard, her head back and her eyes closed, she was the very picture of sexual surrender. But she was no passive slave, putting up with her master’s demands out of fear and obedience. No, she had her heels dug into the bed and she was lifting her hips up every time he pounded down into her.
Never once in his entire twenty-nine years had he woken up a girl in his bed for the sole purpose of fucking her. He’d fantasized about it, fantasized about having a beautiful, obedient sex slave he could use at will—night or day—but this was different. This wasn’t some nameless, faceless fantasy girl. This was a real woman who was letting him use her pussy at three in the god-damned morning. He rubbed her breasts and her belly, savoring the softness of her skin, her curves, her heat, and most of all, her total submission to him and his cock.
“Ride me,” he ordered as he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She put her hands on his chest to steady herself as she rose up, his cock still deep inside her. Simone rocked her hips against him and her head fell back in pleasure as he took her breasts in his hands and held them. He fucked her from under her, lifting her on his cock as he rubbed her nipples until they were hard as diamonds. Her head dropped to her chest and she groaned. He saw her eyes barely open through the wild curls of her hair and he had to make her come. He had to or he’d never forgive himself. He slid one hand down her body, down her belly, and held her by the hip.
“Come for me, baby,” he said as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. “That’s an order now.”
He was either real damn good at rubbing her clit or she was real damn good at taking orders—or both—because she went stiff on top of him, her hips frozen in mid-pump. He felt her tight wet vagina clench all around his cock, clench and contract, and he let out a stream of profanity to make the angels weep when he felt her orgasm. He almost lost control of himself and came before he wanted to. As soon as she went limp on top of him, he brought her back down to the bed and onto her stomach. He took her hips in his hands, lifted them, and entered her from behind. She’d already come. She was wiped out. She was one and done and he didn’t care one bit. He would use her pussy for the next two hours if he wanted to, if that’s what it took. Because he could. Because she’d told him that hole belonged to him and he believed her. His cock certainly believed her as he thrust into her hard and fast over and over again until he was on the edge of coming and even a stiff breeze would push him over.
He didn’t get a stiff breeze but he did get Simone moaning under him, moaning a low, slow “Oh, God, sir…” And that was all the help he needed. He pumped a few more times into her and then it was on. Semen shot out of him hard as it ever had, even harder maybe, and it felt like he was going to come until he was dead. Muscles he’d forgotten he had clenched, and nerves he’d never met before fired in his stomach and hips and thighs. He fucked her and came and fucked her and came some more and when he was done coming, he collapsed onto her body, his penis still inside her, quickly going soft. He caught his breath and pulled himself up and off of her. He went to the bathroom, took care of the condom, and crawled back into bed. He spooned up behind Simone and put his arm over her, holding her close.
“You enjoy that, Spanky?” he asked, but got no answer.
She was already sound asleep.
Jason laughed softly. He had knocked her right out. And he was about ten seconds from sleep himself. In those last ten seconds before he fell asleep, he had a thought. And that thought was this: if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get real used to this real damn fast.
And that was going to be a real problem once Simone left.
So maybe he ought not to let her leave.
And after that bright idea, Jason fell asleep, too.
Ten
Jason woke up early to check on the horses before Franco arrived at nine. Usually he got out of bed immediately upon waking. This morning he had a reason to linger. Simone lay on her side facing the window. Her naked back was way too tempting. All he wanted to do was press himself against her until she woke up, and they could have sex again.
The horses might not appreciate that, however.
Jason threw on clothes, walked the barns, let the crisp April morning air wake him up better than coffee ever could. Maybe it was last night’s rain. Maybe the sky was more blue than usual that day. Maybe he had on rose-colored glasses because he had a pretty pink-haired girl in his bed who kept calling him “sir.” But whatever the reason, Jason decided today was the nicest day he’d spent yet in Kentucky.
God damn, he loved it here. He loved his hundred-year-old farmhouse hidden among the oak trees, loved every inch of his sixty-acre spread. Good thing Franco wasn’t there or Jason might have hugged the man and that might have made their working relationship a little awkward.
Leaning on the wooden fence, he watched the horses for a few minutes. Rusty and Barley, the trail horse he’d been training, were making friends over a patch of clover. A few heavy limbs on the eighty-foot oak tree in the center of the pasture had come down during the rain yesterday. Jason made a note to tell Franco to call the tree guys to come trim the branches.
Otherwise everything looked good. Nothing more for him to do except go back to the house and see about getting Simone out of bed. Or maybe leaving her in there all day. Of course if she was in bed all day, he couldn’t leave her there alone. She’d need company. Otherwise she’d get bored. God only knew what sort of trouble a pink-haired New York gal would get into if he left her alone for too long.
He kicked off his wet boots in the mudroom before heading upstairs to see what his girl was up to.
His girl?
Well, for a couple days she was his girl. All his and no one else’s. He still couldn’t quite believe he’d found her and in the craziest of places—the library. He ought to check out books more often if this was the sort of thing that went on in libraries.
Back in his bedroom he found Simone still sleeping, tangled up in his red flannel sheets and covered up to the neck in his plaid quilt.
“You awake, Spanky?” he asked, tugging the quilt down to see her face.
“If you tell me to wake up, I’ll wake up,” she
said with her eyes still closed tight. “But if you don’t, I’m sleeping.” She gently and slowly pulled the quilt back over her face. Jason laughed and tugged it down again.
“Gotta wake up,” he said. “That’s an order.”
Over the top edge of the blanket she opened her eyes.
“See? There’s a good girl,” he said.
“You’re up early, sir.”
“It’s eight. Not that early.”
“It’s early for me. Especially since my wicked master woke me up at three in the morning to f—”
He glared at her.
“To have sexual relations with me,” she said.
“You weren’t complaining last night.”
“I’m not complaining this morning, either.” She grinned up at him. “It’s my job, after all.”
“It is,” he said. He pushed the covers down to her waist for no other reason than she had gorgeous breasts and he wanted to look at them. “And you’re very good at your job.”
He bent his head and kissed her nipples. Simone murmured soft sounds of pleasure as she put her hand around his neck and caressed his hair.
He moved up her chest and neck to her lips and gave her one long lingering kiss.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Now get your ass out of bed and dressed. Be in the kitchen in five minutes or else.”
“Or else what?” she asked.
“You challenging me?” he asked, staring down at her.
“No, but I don’t know if I can get cute in five minutes so I’m just wondering what the consequences are if I’m late.”
Jason looked up at the ceiling.
“Lord, give me the patience to put up with pink-haired girls and their sass.”
Then he ripped the covers off her, dragged her over his legs and spanked her hard and fast about half a dozen times, Simone laughing and squealing the entire time. When finished he playfully threw her off his lap and back onto the bed. He stood up and pointed down at her.
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